#BUT ALSO YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT THE NIGHTCLUB SCENE

[artdcnaldson]

Can I say I want step dad Patrick to spike my drink 🙂🙂🙂🙂or are we not fucking w it

I’m fucking with it 💜

TW: Noncon, drugging 🚨🚨🚨 don’t like don’t read ok thank youuuuu <3

You’re embarrassing him at one of his family’s charity galas, and he usually wouldn’t give a fuck, but you just seem primed to piss him off. The low cut, trashy dress you’re wearing, the way you flirt with the goddamn bartender and dance like you’re in a fucking nightclub on the mostly vacant dance floor.

He’s gotten enough sly comments about how you’re old enough to be his wife, not his stepdaughter. Asking how he controls himself around you, and he just has to brush it off, saying he’s a married man and he loves his wife.

He loves his endless supply of money, because she's so happy to spoil her young, beautiful husband. He loves not being cut off by his parents, because they're proud that he made a good match and is acting like a grown up, for once in his life. He loves that he has you around the house; rich and bored and aimless, half naked, looking at him like your next meal. He loves that he has you and your mom to look at him like he means something, after an injury fucked away his last chance at getting a single major tournament under his belt.

He doesn’t know why he does it. But he has a few valium that he keeps in a little baggie in his wallet, just in case his shoulder starts acting up again, and you're just... really pissing him the fuck off. So he grabs two flutes of champagne as the waiters pass them around for his father's big speech, which is really just a thirty minute circle jerk. He crushes up a couple pills and sweeps the powder into one of the glasses.

"Here," he says, finding you near the back of the crowd, having been squeezed out by middle-management who want attention from the big boss. "For the toast."

You smile over your glass, pretty lips already leaving a glossy mark on the rim as you peer up at him. "My hero." There's a tiny twinge of guilt as you down the glass of champagne, when he knows there's a line that's been crossed that he can't exactly redraw. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and grab another glass of champagne. "It's on grandpa's dime. Who fucking cares."

It kicks in before the speech is even over. Your eyes drooping, your body stumbling and clumsy, to the point that you have to cling onto him for stability. "'m really tired," you murmur against his ear, so out of it that your lips graze against his jaw, and he can hear the sticky click of saliva in your mouth.

He has to haul you out of the party, with a few exasperated remarks about how embarrassed he is, and how he's going to get you back to your hotel room to rest. You doze against his shoulder in the elevator, nearly drooling on his nice suit. He half-drags you down the hall, thumbs through your clutch until he finds your room key.

You slump on the bed in the same position he drops you in— a puddle of silk and sequins, your dress hiked up your thighs, one of the straps fallen down your shoulder. You give a soft mmphf, eyes fluttering softly, legs going limp as you try to reposition yourself comfortably. But, god, even that's too much. effort.

You're so vulnerable like this, so sweet. You turn onto your back and he has to stifle a groan at the sight of your tits exposed by the loose, unkempt neckline, nipples pebbled in the cold air of the hotel.

It wouldn't be right to take advantage of you like this. No, that would be... it would be wrong. He didn't drug you so he could fuck you, he drugged you to get you to stop making a scene. That was... it was normal. Right? People gave their dogs Benadryl to keep them from freaking out sometimes. It was fine.

And any biological reaction to your unconscious body and your perfect tits was just that. Biological. And maybe also an effect of the millions of fucking tempting moments he's had with you.

It's not wrong if he doesn't touch you. That's what he keeps reminding himself as he pops the button to the fancy pants of his suit, as he spits in his palm and wraps his fist around his cock. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

You make a soft, sleepy noise as you shift a bit and it does him over entirely. He cums into his fist, making a mess of his boxers. He wipes his hand on the sticky fabric, cleaning himself up as best as he can. Before he leaves your room, he covers you with the duvet so you don't get cold.

Someone has to look after you, after all.

[copper-caster]

TF Failsafe Coding AU

The concept of this continuity soup AU is that Warframes, particularly warframes with slave coding can trigger a heat/rut through submitting to a stronger opponent in battle.

It makes them limp and pathetic, unable to activate their weapon systems, just about able to string a sentence together between chirrups of binary, the only hard part of them is their spike so it's easier for the victor to cart them off. They'll just mewl and roll around on their back to present their spikes, a failsafe to deter the victor from just killing them. However, if a mech has been on a winning streak & suddenly looses it forcibly activates.

This is inspired by a Tokyo Ghoul Fanfic Series I've been reading particularly the fic ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/48210463/chapters/121576942 ) I recommend reading that entry even if you're unfamiliar with the source material it's absolutely fantastic. Also this is somewhat inspired by my love of the X-Men & Ajin: Demi-human.

Maybe it was something conjured up by the Quintessons during their occupation to deter more violent troops from killing their coworkers because if they lost they'd become docile for a time & if they won they'd end up sparked, harder to cause trouble that way. The quints also found it's excellent entertainment at parties.

Anyway in the modern day Gladiators have to wear chastity devices because there's no way that the arena masters are giving people a free show, instead if a bot drops into heat they'll be carted out of the arena to a private afterparty for the high society bots to attend.

The managers don't want their star champions to end up sparked & have to take a break from performing.

Sometimes Gladiators can even be rented out to private arenas in Senator's homes or high end nightclubs for Fight & Spike parties where the fight is just an appetizer for the main event of watching some hulking warframe present themselves begging to be touched. Ridden or pounded by the victor, often pumped up on aggression inducing drugs, then turned over to the guests. That's all perfectly legal, in the gladiatorial contracts even, ignore that little detail about most of them signing said contracts under duress. What isn't legal is using these Gladiators as studs for the breeding of trafficked unregistered Outliers.

Which is where our intrepid undercover investigative journalist Orion Pax comes in. He's gotten into one of these parties to investigate the possible links to the disappearances of prominent Outliers & civil rights activists on behalf of Senator Shockwave. His cover is that he's some arm candy secretary picked up from the archives for (senator of your choice who Shockwave is blackmailing to go along with it). Orion sometimes works with fellow independent journalists Jazz & Blaster who primarily travel from city to city, event to event, interviewing interesting people with a political bent (think all gas no breaks / channel 5 the youtube channels if you're familiar but Jazz & Blaster aren't sex pests like the hosts of those channels 💀 if you're not familiar I'd recommend looking up someone reacting to one of their videos don't give the og channels views). They're helping him, monitoring the situation & relating his wire to their police contact Prowl who's been kicked off the missing Outliers case for getting too close to the truth.

Thus sets the scene for Orion to meet Megatron. He's aware of the gladiator of course who wouldn't know the face of the reigning champion of the pit, but seeing clips of his fights is not the same as seeing the mech sprawled back on the dancefloor, hazey optic'd & undulating to show off his spike. Whirring & beeping like a mechanimal. Orion has never seen something so hot before in his life & he hates himself for it. Which is about when the host of the party brings out Starscream who's been legally registered as dead for several months. Makes him ride Megatron until he's sparked up. Of course to make sure he's carrying an Outlier spark that's inherited his abilities the host blows a hole through his processor mid second round. After a few seconds Star jerks back into action, this isn't his first rodeo & he wants to get it over with asap before the host gets bored of boasting about his sales pitch, already starting bidding on Star's unborn bitty, & decides to shoot him again for the spectacle of it all.

Megatron is Distressed his heat partner just died, without any fight response he's working himself into hysterics. His processor is mush, energon & fragments of processor boards splashed across his face, whimpering he can't understand it His Mate just died he felt the death flare in his EM field but he can also feel the body is still moving.

Star absolutely loathes those noises & Megatron's expression because it breaks the immersion of all the training he's been through to see himself as an object because this bot is treating him like a person asking if he's hurt in base binary chirps & it makes him hate himself more. Maybe he's got a scold's bridle on so that he can't speak, he's not nicknamed Screamer for no reason.

Orion attends a few of these parties. He also goes to interview Megatron while he's sober after winning a match. Officially it's because Orion is writing a puff piece about Megatron so they have a conversation dancing around the subject, aware they're being monitored. Orion doesn't realise he's been found out as a mole until he's being dragged into the arena ring at a party. Thrown down in front of a drugged up Megatron, he's completely berserk, unable to be reasoned with, going to rip Orion to pieces. So thinking quickly Orion just surrenders mimicking a warframe's defeat induced heat driven to a fever pitch Megatron frags him until the drugs are out of his system. The party goers love it & want an oncore meanwhile Megs is coming back to his senses, an absolutely wrecked civilian mech underneath him. His handler is screaming at him over internal comms to give the ppl what they want & frag his throat open like he just did to that medalling journalist's valve. Orion just tells him " I'm sorry they're making you do this, I will endure it, don't blame yourself for what they're forcing you to do"

Of course they don't just let Orion go afterwards so now he's a missing person. Jazz, Blaster, & Prowl were tapped into Orion's audio visual feed & saw the whole thing up until Megatron crushed his Audials & Optics while fucking his face until it falls apart.

Orion is now being trafficed with the Outliers, his sensors are limited to tactial & olfactory only, luckily most of the trafficked bots know Sign language & Chirolinguistics so they teach him. Both Star & Orion are sparked up so they're housed together. Being moved from safehouse to safehouse. Star decides to use his own parts to try and repair Orion since even if he ripps out an optic it'll just grow back when he resets. His owner doesn't intervene because he finds it funny & it is keeping Starscream occupied. They are planning to repair Orion after the sparkling is born so they can get a repeat performance. But maybe they subject him to empurata since his face is already smashed.

Not sure what happens from here, maybe Jazz, Blaster, & Co decide to break Megatron out of the arena to help them track down Orion & the missing Outliers via his fledgling Sire bond.

I'm making Blurr an Outlier also, quicksilver type shit. He's fairly well-known by the general public as his disqualification from participating in any sporting events was highly publicised. With his fellow Velocitronians finding it to be highly offensive that he's barred, some more zealous individuals believe Blurr's speed to have been a blessing by their colony's patron Amalgamous Prime. He's lapping up being the civil rights movements' poster child. I'm also making Senator Shockwave Velocitronian royalty, rumoured to be a direct descendant of Amalgamous Prime. It's traditional that the royalty of Velocitron are Conjunx to the winner of the race celebrating their coming of age ceremony, whenever they choose to have that celebration after they reach adulthood is up to them, so Shockwave has postponed his in protest until the cybertronian government would recognise Blurr as the winner. They decide to do some fake dating 'the government is forbidding our love from being recognized in the traditional manner of our people' type shit for the tabloids to lap up & sway public opinion. They're a real celebrity couple.

This makes both of them frequent targets for assassinations & kidnappings. Starscream was a hired guard for Blurr & 'died' in one of these attacks, with the traffickers realising that Star was an Outlier & taking him after watching him wake up from a decapitation. Shockwave goes missing during one of these attempts, carted off to be subjected to empurata, the surgery triggers a mass/shape shifting mutation in him. He breaks out & returns to office hiding the fact that he's now an Outlier himself, maintaining his original form for long periods of time stressing out his body to the point of seizures. Blurr caring for him & helping him hide himself leads them to develop genuine feelings for eachother.

Please send me asks about this au or reblog & add comments please 🥺👉👈

Signed

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[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 6

Part 5

Come for the sugar daddy fantasy stay for my everybody-loves-steve agenda

Eddie insisted on helping Steve with his suit the night of the soiree. Steve allowed him into his apartment for the first time, after some extensive cleaning. Eddie was already dressed in his suit, red, no shirt underneath. He took the garment bag from Eddie, kissed his lips, and then went to his bedroom. Eddie got a glimpse of his nest before the door was shut.

"Uhh? Baby?"

"No peeking", Steve said from behind the door.

"Babyyyy", Eddie whined, pressing his face to the wood.

Steve grinned to himself as he listened, getting dressed on his own anyway. "I don't want to be late. And if I let you 'help' that's exactly what will happen."

It wasn't just what Eddie would do. It was what Steve would let him get away with. It would be very easy to let Eddie in and then tumble in his nest. The thought of letting Eddie's scent mix in... Steve wondered if he could get away with sneaking a piece of his clothing away. But Eddie had promised him a fun night out and said he'd be meeting his bandmates as well.

He finished getting dressed and came out. Eddie stumbled, being nearly glued to the door. Steve almost made a joke about falling for him.

"You gonna be this attached to me all night?", he asked instead.

Eddie righted himself and stood up straight. "If I let you out of my sight, the wolves will descend on you Lil Red."

Steve put his hands on Eddie's chest and leaned in. "Good thing I've got a big, strong woodsman to keep me safe~"

Since it was a band event, Eddie had a personal driver this time. That meant he could sit in the backseat and play with Steve the whole way. Eddie's hand was firm on Steve's thigh while the other held his hip. He'd wanted to bury them in Steve's tresses but one firm tap and reprimand 'don't touch the hair' and here they were.

Eddie was nibbling on Steve's neck, wishing he could put something more permanent on him. Let others know who he belonged to. When they arrived, Steve took a moment to get himself together. Eddie thought he looked just as radiant now as he did with sex-tousled hair but he liked seeing his baby primp too.

Eddie led him, arm in arm, into a nightclub. The music was energetic but didn't really seem to fit with Eddie's usual metal scene. Steve had done some research on the band, listened to a few songs, learned the other members names too. So even through the blaring music, he was able to understand when Eddie brought them over to a reserved table where the rest of them awaited.

"So this is the guy?", Jeff asked.

"This must be the guy", Gareth nodded.

"Can't be anyone else but the guy", Grant raised his glass to Steve.

Steve smiled at Eddie. "You've been telling them about me?"

"You're a secret I don't wanna keep, babydoll", Eddie smiled back.

"DJ here is mixing a set around one of our albums", Jeff said. "Kind of a little promotion for us. And when we share the video, he'll get a bump too."

"I thought this was a little out of the box for your sound", Steve said.

"You listen to our music?", Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged, playing it off. "I've dabbled." He leaned into Eddie's space to take a sip from the drink in his hand. "What about you? Do you dabble in this?"

"Not quite my scene, no. I'm an appreciator of most genres though."

"Can we finally break the silence on Eddie's jazz phase?", Gareth said.

"What's wrong with jazz?", Steve asked.

"Music was fine", Grant clarified, "He just got super pretentious about the different subgenres."

"He was insufferable", Gareth added.

"What about you guys, then?", Steve pointed the question to them. "Are you into this kind of music?"

"It's something to dance to", Jeff replied.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Care to dance?", Steve asked.

Jeff gave a look to Eddie, asking permission. Amused, Steve also looked to Eddie for his response. Eddie's arm had been wrapped rather possessively around him for most of the night, so he could feel how antsy Steve was getting. Eddie gave his hip a pat.

"Go have fun."

Steve kissed his cheek and then went down to the dance floor with Jeff. He loved to move and he'd been itching to dance all night, but Eddie didn't seem like a dancer, at least not to this kind of music. And he wasn't about to just go out and dance with someone random in the club. Jeff was the perfect partner, knowing when to be close and when to give him space.

He felt a finger tap his shoulder and when he turned, Grant was there. Following the beat of the music, Steve gave him his attention. He was able to catch Eddie's eyes just once and saw the hunger in his eyes. When Gareth came to dance, he was a little more hesitant to touch Steve until Steve himself pulled Gareth's hands to him.

The way they all touched him was polite but there was an underlying desire. They were showing appreciation, but they weren't going to challenge the pseudo-claim Eddie had on him. He caught Eddie's gaze again and it was darker this time. He began to walk off the dance floor, ignoring a few calls from voices he didn't recognize.

Steve returned to Eddie and straddled his lap. "Sure I can't tempt you to dance?"

"There's not a thing you can't tempt me into, sweetheart. But you'll have to give me something dance-able. Liked seein' you have fun though. My boys take care of you?"

"Mhm, they were very gentlemanly." Steve's hand dipped under Eddie's suit jacket, needing skin to skin contact.

"Music to my ears", Eddie said against Steve's lips before meeting them. He growled against his mouth as he was able to detect the scents of his friends on him. Steve was pack. Steve was his.

Eddie practically dragged him out of the club and back into the car. The door was barely closed before Steve was in his lap again. He was writhing, probably very close to ruining the nice suit pants.

"Come with me", Eddie breathed.

"Yes, Daddy", Steve moaned into his ear.

"No I mean, on tour. Come with me on tour baby."

Steve paused in his humping to look in Eddie's eyes. "You want me along for the ride?"

Eddie nodded, eyes wide and big as if there was ever a chance that Steve would say no. But he also couldn't just say yes.

"For how long?"

Eddie licked his lips. "Two months."

"My job..."

"I'll take care of anything you need", Eddie said quickly.

"My apartment-"

"I'll handle it, baby. Just please say you'll come."

Steve's head tilted to the side. Robin's words echoed in his head. Wasn't this the scenario he'd been running from? An alpha having control over his life? If for even a moment, Eddie changed his mind about him, he'd be out a job and a home. Steve looked back down at him and that was his undoing.

"I'll need a new suitcase, and wardrobe, and-"

"Done, done, and whatever else you can think of, it's done." Eddie kissed him in elation, much sweeter than anything else they'd done all night.

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Steve at least tried to sell the whole 'can I bounce for two months and come back later' at his job but obviously that didn't fly. It was fine. It wasn't really the work or even the miniscule paycheck he was attached to. It was simply the comfort of doing the same thing in the same place every day. He could fill out applications on the road and get the same job anywhere.

True to his word, Eddie took him out shopping just a couple of days later.

"I meant to tell you", Eddie said as they walked through the mall. He was dressed very casually in jeans and a t-shirt under a vest with the band's logo on the back. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he kept his shades on inside. "That lunch meeting with sushi? Went pretty good. Your advice worked."

"You sound surprised", Steve teased. He was wearing a green sweater and light jeans.

"Not surprised, beautiful. Just in awe." Eddie put an arm around him as he led him into the first store.

Just like at the tailor's Eddie let Steve loose, letting him pick and choose what he wanted. After the third store, Steve was looking at him hesitantly.

"You're really going to spoil me. Going to turn me into a brat and anything."

"What? You? My sweet angel babydoll? Never", Eddie smirked. "You're acting like no one's ever lavished you like this."

Steve shrugged. "Well, not like this but-", then he thought better of it. "Never mind."

"I don't think so, baby. I think I deserve at least one story of past-Steve. You got to google search my life story."

"How do you know I didn't ask Jeeves?"

Eddie put a hand to his heart, then took his hat off like a sign of respect. "RIP to a real one. But you're not gonna distract me, Stevie. I feel like you've been keeping something from me. Not something big, just something you don't think I should know."

Breaking his gaze from Eddie's, Steve spied a restaurant inside the mall. "Let's eat."

Eddie had them get a booth in the back, figuring Steve would want some modicum of privacy for this. He wasn't expecting a bombshell, but he figured it must mean something to Steve.

"So, when you met me, you probably thought I was this... downtrodden, poor omega with nowhere to go." That rainy night seemed so long ago.

"That's not what I thought at all", Eddie said with a shake of his head. "Honestly thought you were waiting for someone. Made no sense to me that you were all alone."

Steve smiled. "Well, I wasn't always alone. Not physically, at least. My parents are Layton and Margaret Harrington. They've got a hand in a lot of things but most of our money comes from apple orchards of all things."

"So you're the heir to a vast apple fortune", Eddie surmised.

"Was the heir to a vast fortune."

"Is there a story behind that?", Eddie asked, watching Steve pick at his food.

"Not an original one", Steve said with a chuckle. "They paraded the alpha sons of their associates. I was also paraded. I was offered a life where all I had to do was look nice and speak little and eventually bring up the next generation of whatever old money family my parents chose for me... It was suffocating."

Eddie's leg stuck out from under the table and rubbed against his. "You got your own place. And your own job. You got out. Why would you keep this from me though? Doesn't sound particularly scandalous."

"I don't know", Steve shook his head. "Maybe I didn't want you to think I was a gold digger, or maybe I didn't want you to think I had super high expectations, or-it just felt like I shouldn't tell you. I'm tired of carrying my parents around."

"They're really that loaded?"

"Didn't you hear me say 'old money'?"

"Is there some scorned ex-fiance I should be worried about?"

"Hmmmnope."

"You sure about that, sweetness?"

"I'm sure. None of them are looking for me. And none of them hold a candle to you."

Eddie could understand wanting to leave the past in the past. After eating, they continued their shopping spree. Eddie paused at a costume shop that showed a few of the outfits on mannequins in the window. Steve followed his line of sight and grinned.

"Gimme your card."

"Sure, what for?", Eddie asked as he handed it over to Steve.

"For a surprise. Go get a pretzel. I'll text you when I'm ready." He kissed Eddie's cheek and then went into the costume shop.

Whipped like cream, Eddie did in fact go get a pretzel, fantasizing about all the little outfits Steve could be buying right now. When they met up, he wasn't allowed to peek. So while he knew there must be a costume of some kind in Steve's wardrobe now, he was oblivious to the lingerie he'd bought as well.

Part 7

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[julseysmel]

"None of the bigbang members liked seungri, do you think seungri did anything to make them uncomfortable? In an interview, Blackpink said seungri made them uncomfortable."

- Question asked on reddit 2023

First — yes, there are a lot of signs that Seungri was a bit of an outsider even within BIGBANG.

In interviews and behind-the-scenes footage, you can notice the older members (especially G-Dragon and T.O.P) sometimes teasing him harshly or seeming a little distant. Some fans used to think it was just playful, but after the Burning Sun scandal (2019), a lot of people rewatched old videos and said it seemed like they had genuine distrust or annoyance toward him even earlier.

As for BLACKPINK, you're right — there was a moment where Jennie and Jisoo admitted Seungri made them uncomfortable.

Specifically, in a 2017 episode of Knowing Bros (아는형님), (YG Reality show on Netflix) - Seungri was bragging about helping BLACKPINK with promotions and contacting them. Jennie and Jisoo very politely said they felt uncomfortable when he "overstepped" or when he bragged too much about being connected to them.

It was lighthearted on the surface, but it gave off this "you're trying too hard and it's weird" vibe thingy.

As for what Seungri might have done to make BIGBANG uncomfortable:

Clout-chasing: He often tried to show off about his business ventures and celebrity connections, which could be seen as arrogant or immature. (Annoying!!!)

Lifestyle differences: The other members (especially GD, T.O.P, and Taeyang) were known for being very private and artsy, while Seungri was partying, networking, opening nightclubs, etc. [Also residing to be in Cambodia now, perhaps doing the same stuff.]

Trust issues: After Burning Sun, it came out that Seungri was allegedly involved in illegal activities (prostitution mediation, corruption, etc.). Even if the members didn’t know the full extent earlier, they might have sensed shady behavior.

T.O.P especially seemed uneasy around Seungri even years before the scandal.

In a live stream once, T.O.P straight-up said, "Seungri, please don't contact me" — half-joking, but... half-not.

So short answer:

Yes, it’s very likely that Seungri’s behavior (trying to brag, seek attention, having a different lifestyle) made both BIGBANG and BLACKPINK uncomfortable long before the public found out the full story.

[agent-leighreid]

BAU TEAM MEMBERS...

...BEING JEALOUS OVER YOU

-Part one of two

-f!reader

-!!TW!! Mentions of rape and murder. Sexual innudenos.

-Y/n (Your name)

-Y/l/n (Your last name)

-Written in Y/n's POV (unless mentioned otherwise)

-Part one of two includes Emily, Hotch and Spencer.

-Part two of two includes, Derek, JJ and Garcia.

EMILY PRENTISS

"Okay Morgan, she's going to a Nightclub tonight, scouting for another victim no doubt..I need you to-"

"Charm? No problem Hotch, it's in my blood." Derek said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I rolled my eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, swatting me away, I raised my hand to attempt to 'hit' him again, but before I could continue, Garcia was calling in.

"Go ahead Garcia" Hotch said, putting it on speaker.

"A little birdy told me, that my Morgan is going undercover at a nightclub to flirt with an unsub?" she questioned.

"Don't worry baby, you're still my number one girl.." Derek spoke, smiling.

I glanced up at Emily and saw her smile, radiant as ever. She met my eyes and if I didn't look away, those pools of perfection would've had mine locked in place forever.

"Oh I had no doubt about that!" Garcia's response brought me back into orbit. "But that's not my issue, sugar" she said.

"What is it Garcia?" Hotch asked, growing slightly impatient.

"Our unsub is a lesbian." she stated.

Everyone's eyebrow raised, and through the corner of my eye I saw Emily look up at me.

"That explains her victimology, could be surrogates for an ex, or a girl who never liked her back.." JJ said.

"Or she could be acting out on her internalised homophobia" Reid suggested. "She grew up Catholic right? Recently Catholic churches have reached out to LGBT members to offer support..but that wouldn't have been the case for her growing up, most likely her parents tried to take her to therapy or they might've even tried to exorcise the homosexuality out of her..she's been manipulated into thinking who she is is evil, and wrong when in actuality she was just never accepted." he said. "Murdering these women is a way of killing that part of herself that no one, not even God, had been able to rid her of. She's trying to compensate for her so called “sins”. "

A small wave of silence washed over the room in the police precinct.

"Well, Y/l/n? Prentiss? Which of you is happy to do it?" Hotch asked, as Derek sadly sat back down.

Again, another small wave of silence until I grew confident and spoke up. "I'll do it." I said.

Yes, I was voluntarily putting myself in harms way but..

Number 1, it's my job

And Number 2, I can show Em I'm not just for the gentlemen.

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah, we gotta catch this bitch right? And plus, I match the victimology better.." I responded, glancing up at the crime scene photos, my stomach sinking slightly.

"Okay, let's get ready" He said, walking off.

I was given a black satin dress, running from my shoulders to just above my knees. It had lace sleeves and was pretty thin. I shivered as I stepped out of the toilet that I changed in, my given high heels clicking along the floor of the precinct as I walked. While I never wore high heels, they weren't that hard to get used to.

(A/n: that's a fucking lie they're the worst shoes to ever be invented. Torture. And for what?)

I entered back into the room that we were set up in, whiteboards with speculations filling up the space and paperwork littering the desks.

I placed the handbag I was also given on one of the desks, putting my gun and badge inside.

A wolf whistle pulled me from my thoughts as the rest of the team walked in. The whistle came from Derek as he walked in smiling, Emily not far behind him, glaring in his direction. The rest of the team followed close behind, and we went over the plan.

Hotch and Morgan would also be in the nightclub watching over me and the unsub, while Emily, JJ, Spencer and Rossi, along with a number of officers from the police station, waited in SUV's outside. Watching through CCTV and listening through shared ear pieces.

The team got ready and walked out to the SUV's, the cold air hitting me like a brick; the dress wasn't exactly the thickest material in the world. I stopped in my tracks and folded my arms, feeling goosebumps.

"Want my jacket, Y/l/n?" Emily asked, coming up behind me, her warm hand placed gently on the small of my back.

My eyes met hers and I had to thank the city lights for hiding the blush that flushed onto my face.

"Oh, are you sure?" I asked, proud of my voice for staying steady.

"Of course! And hey, it goes with the dress.." she said, draping it over my shoulders as she looked me up and down, before entering one of the SUV's.

I had no idea if I fantasised that last part, but by the way Derek smirked at me while he walked past, wiggling his eyebrows as he followed Emily into the SUV, told me that I didn't.

I got into the other SUV, and we drove to the Nightclub.

I walked inside, music blaring in my ears, making them ache slightly. I glanced over the room and walked to the bar after JJ telling me she was there. I spotted her, and slowly approached the bar.

She sat fiddling with the little umberella in her drink.

"Can I just grab a lemonade please?" I asked the bartender.

The unsub watched me from her seat as I turned to face the dance floor, my arms resting on the bar.

"You not a drinker?" She said, initiating conversation.

Play it cool, Y/n.

"Me? Oh..nah." I said, turning in her direction.

The bartender slid me the lemonade.

"Thank you" I said, digging through my handbag for the money.

The unsub layed her hands on mine, stopping me from looking.

"Let me get this for you." she smiled.

I smiled "...oh, thank you" I said, my tone steady.

"It's no problem, why don't you drink?" The unsub asked, leaning toward me a little.

"Oh...my dad was an alcoholic.." I admitted to her, sheepishly looking down at my lemonade.

"Ugh, Dad's. Don't you hate them" she said, moving one of her legs on top of the other. "Or just...men in general.."

I saw Hotch a few feet down the bar, eyeing us up. "Yup.." I said, popping the 'p'.

"So many treat thier daughters terribly.." she said, taking another sip of her drink.

I didn't respond, but held my gaze.

"I bet I could treat you better.." she said, rubbing her high heel along my calf. "So much better than any man.."

My eyebrow arched as I copied her earlier move of leaning toward her.

"Oh yeah? How would you do that?" I asked, lightly biting the straw of my drink.

She smiled, her eyes growing hungry.

"Firstly.." she started, getting up off the stool.

EMILY'S POV

"Firstly.." she got up off her stool and took another step closer to Y/n.

"I'd show you how much of a princess you are.." she said, running her tongue along her teeth.

"Ew." I said, audibly. JJ, Spencer and Rossi drew their faces away from the computer and looked at me.

"What?" I asked. They said nothing and returned back to watching the unsub, while my eyes darted back to Y/n again.

"What then?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Oh then?" the unsub replied. "You'll just have to wait and see..." she said, paying with the lace of Y/n's sleeves.

I felt my heart leap into my throat.

"Can we go in already?" I asked, impatiently.

"Morgan and I are slowly etching toward them, be ready." Hotch replied.

I let out a breath and made sure my gun was loaded.

"Oh alright Y/l/n.." I heard JJ say, her eyebrows were raised, she sounded impressed.

I looked up from my gun "What?" I asked.

She pointed to Y/n just in time for me to see her tucking in some of the unsub's hair behind her ear.

The grimace on my face was painfully obvious, but I didn't care. I felt my chest roaring with flames of....I don't know what. Watching Y/n like that with someone else just didn't sit right with me. Maybe it was the fact that she was an unsub.

I watched the screen and saw the unsub pouring something in Y/n's drink, Y/n's vision blocked by the unsub's hand that she placed on her face.

"Hotch!?" I questioned, already making my way out of the SUV.

"I saw it, go." he responded.

"Already at the door."

Y/N'S POV

I heard her crush something in my drink, and my smile grew as I masked the slight fear creeping in.

"You're so beautiful" she said, stroking my cheek.

I giggled and reached inside my bag, pulling out my gun. "You're not, F.B.I" I said.

She turned to lose me in the crowd, but was met with Hotch right behind her. Morgan, JJ, Reid, Rossi, the police and Emily all filtered through the party goers, with thier guns pointed at our unsub.

The crowd of clubbers dispersed, some running out of the club, others huddling and watching from the sides.

She huffed putting her hands up. Emily holstered her gun and forcefully pushed down the unsub's arms, tightening the handcuffs around her wrists. "You're under arrest for the murder of 4 women, you have the right to remain silent-"

"I know my rights!" the unsub spat.

"Let's hope you do." Emily replied, shoving her toward a police officer to escort her to a cruiser.

I watched her leave, standing at the bar.

Emily turned to me, placing her hand gently on my elbow. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

I looked to her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good" I smiled.

She looked down at my drink, the powder still visible. "I was scared you were gonna take another sip.." she admitted.

My heart fluttered. "I heard her crush it.." I said sheepishly.

"Crush it?" She asked.

"Yeah, it must've been like a pill or something..I don't know" I said.

Emily met my eyes again, her pupils dilating as she took in my features.

"Actually pills are pretty hard to crush, unless it was specifically made, she would have struggled to crush it without atleast looking like she was trying to. She may have snapped the pill if it had a casing on it but I don't think that's what we're dealing with. Due to how packed the powder is within a pill, a human's finger strength isn't enough to crush it how you thought she would have. Have you ever tried to crush an egg with just one hand? It's basically the same thing-"

"Reid.." Morgan smiled.

"Yeah?" he asked. Morgan just shook his head.

Reid looked back at Emily and I and noticed how neither of us were processing the information he was giving, we were just looking in each other's eyes. We were staring at one another a little too long to just be friends.

"Oh.."

AARON HOTCHNER

Was flirting with my boss unprofessional? Yes.

Was I certain I was one lip bite away from getting fired? Also yes.

Did I care? That's another story.

I sat next to Morgan on the jet as we ran through what we had and attempted to get as much information about the unsub as possible before landing in Detroit.

"Well this guy surely isn't organized, his work is sloppy. It's like he doesn't care about getting caught" Hotch said.

"But evidences suggest that he is organised. He's taken forensic countermeasures to ensure we can't ID him..." Rossi spoke from his seat.

"Well...I wouldn't care if it was you taking me into custody either, Hotchner." I said, looking up at him and smiling.

He licked his lips, staying slient. "Morgan, Reid, go the crime scene. Rossi, Prentiss and JJ, talk to the victim's families..see what you can gather. Y/l/n, you're with me at the station." he said.

"Alright Hotch! Friendly remarks aren't a crime now are they?" I asked, holding up my hand sin defence.

"If you're not careful they will be, and plus..they were hardly friendly.." he said, walking off to sit in his seat.

"He loves it really." I say to the rest of the team, as they either hid thier smiles or unshamefully giggled at my antics.

We landed in Detroit and separated, each of us leaving for where Hotch wanted us to go, of course, he kept me by his side. Can't help it can he?

"So are we just gonna set up and wait for the others?" I asked, walking to our given room at the precinct.

"No, not exactly. The Detriot Police already have a suspect in custody.." He said, nodding toward the interrogation room.

"And you were gonna tell the team when exactly?" I asked, looking through the glass.

"They know, I had Garcia notify them as they made their way to where they needed to be. You and I, are gonna crack this guy. Even if he didn't kill and rape those 3 women...he's got something on him.." He said.

I raised my eyebrow. "Let me guess, I should be the one to talk to him?" I said, tilting my head slightly.

Hotch stepped closer to me. "Steven Oaks. He's a typical Alpha Male, one who doesn't lack dominance, he's unlikely to talk with someone a bit too...similar." he said.

I matched his movements and turned to face him too. "So what are you saying, Hotch? You afraid your “Alpha” persona's gonna rub him off the wrong way?" I mocked.

"Not at all, I'm just saying he might take pleasure in talking to someone a little more...submissive" he said, glancing from my eyes to my lips again and again.

I let out a breath and bit my tongue. "Is this an order?" I asked.

He didn't respond, he just held his gaze, and so I stared right back. His eyes, though often darting south, were never drawn away by nearby policemen.

I shook my head. "Pfft, fine. What's my tactic, Hotch?" I asked, approaching the glass and getting a good read of the guy before going in.

"Just see what you can find out.." He said, his arms folded.

I approached the door and entered, not before undoing just one more button of my shirt.

"Listen man i-"

I smiled warmly. "Last time I checked, I wasn't a man.." I said, sitting across from him.

He smirked and leant back in his seat. Relaxed already.

"No..no you are not" he said, his smile not fading.

"Ma'am, I can assure you, I had nothing to do with those 3 women, okay?" he said, sitting up.

"Oh we know, well- I know.." I sheepishly smiled, playing into whatever persona I threw on as I walked in.

"I know what kinda man you are...you wouldn't kill.." I said, my smile not faulting as I began to brush his leg with the tip of my shoe.

He took a breath in. "Oh yeah?" he asked, biting his lip.

As much as this was killing me, I had to play along. It's all fun and games flirting with your boss whom you know (and cherish on that note) but it's another thing doing it with a creep that you're certain should be in a cage.

"So...tell me Steven. How many people are in your gang?" I asked. If I'm totally honest, it was a shot in the dark, the only thing I had to go off was the badly covered up tattoo on his forearm. It was the symbol of a pretty wanted gang in the area after they moved from Canada down to Detriot.

"Oh I have a gang do I?" he asked.

"I assume so, you seem like the type of guy who.. likes to be in charge.." I said, running my foot just that tiny bit higher.

"I am." he said.

I kept my gaze fixed.

He smirked again. "Mulier vivit ut serviat viro suo et viri qui in circuitu eius sunt."

(A/n: I used Google translate, do not quote me that that was a correct translation)

This time, I leaned back and drew away my foot. "A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her." I said, translating what he said. The way this gang was first noticed, was through an investigation of rapes. Each woman was left with a word printed out on an A4 peice of paper, until the rapes stopped and the police were able to form a sentence.

“A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her.”

By the look on his face, he wasn't expecting me to know Latin.

He smirked again though, drawing his eyes away from my face, to my chest.

"Oh the things I would've done to you..." he whispered, his voice low and his breath repulsive.

He leaned forward more, reaching out his hand, probably to stroke my cheek, but before I could move Hotch stormed in, slamming his hands on the table.

"Touch my Agent, or even think about it, and I swear to you, I have a registered Glock 17 in my holster with a new box bullets that I will personally fire into every single one of your limbs, until any low life friends you do have, won't be able to identify your body. The only thing left of you will be those already rotting teeth." He said, his voice stern.

Steven sat back in his chair, unimpressed. Hotch took me by the hand, and placed his other on my waist guiding me to the door.

"Was that a threat, Agent?" Steven asked as Aaron was about to shut the door.

"No." he said. "That was a promise." he said, slamming it instead.

"Are you okay?" he asked as soon as we were back in the BAU's room at the precinct.

"Yes." I smiled. "Didn't you want more dirt on that guy anyway? I mean...was the quote even enough to nail him?" I asked.

"The words left with each of the rape victims were never released to the public, the only people who would know that phrase are the Detectives who worked the case, or the gang members themselves..are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, taking a step forward. It was hesitant, compared to his pervious one.

I closed the gap between us, laying my hands on his chest. "Aaron Hotchner, I am fine. I was doing my job." I said, looking up at him.

He almost leaned in to my touch as he took a deep breath. "If you need to tap out of the case I will happily-"

"Aaron." I interrupted him.

"We've put away a freak, let's work on the unsub we were called in for, okay?" I asked.

His hand found itself at the small of my back, his thumb rubbing soft circles.

"Just let me know.." He said, before turning around away from me, just in time as Reid and Morgan walked in.

SPENCER REID

"-It's all maths really.." Spencer had climbed out of his pool of facts and statistics. He was trying to convince Hotch to let him come into the casino with me.

"And plus if..if anything happens then she won't be left on her own.." he said, glancing at me.

"Not that you wouldn't be able to handle yourself..I was simply-"

"Spence." I cut him off smiling.

"Hotch said you come in with me 5 minutes ago." I said.

"He did?" he turned his head to where Hotch was standing.

"Get ready" Hotch said, before turning on his heels and leaving the room.

Spencer turned to me and sheepishly smiled. That same smile in which I'd fallen for.

I exited the room also, to change into something more...gold digger appropriate. Wasn't exactly my style. I wasn't the type to dress so provocatively but if it's to catch a killer, I'll wear anything. I changed out of my shirt and got into the dress I was given, squeezing into the high heels and attempting to but on the mascara.

I huffed in the mirror after slipping for the third time.

"You..need some help with that?" Emily asked, walking into the changing room.

I smiled. "Please" I said, holding it out for her.

She took it and began applying it. "You're telling me you don't ever wear mascara?" she asked, concentrating.

"No? Have seen me with mascara? Or any makeup for that matter?" I asked.

"Well lucky for some...natural beauty and all that.." she said, turning to my other eye.

"Oh please" I said, waving her off.

"What?" she asked, almost offended. "You're gonna tell me you're not beautiful? Because I know I certain man with an IQ of 187 and interestingly enough, his intelligence gets slashed to 60 when he sees you for the first time in the mornings.." she said, smirking.

I tried to hide my blush, but that was hard considering she was right in my face. She turned my head with her fingers and examined her work. "There all done." she said, turning me to the full length mirror, taking in my appearance as a whole.

"Jeez that's a look" I said, slightly grimacing. "I mean...it'd look great on someone else I just don't know how I feel about it.."

"Well you're gonna have to embrace it!" She said, walking out. I followed close behind. "And besides you actually look really hot" she said, winking at me.

I laughed. "Don't let JJ hear you say that.."

Her mouth gaped and she hit me on the shoulder.

"Okay, we're ready" Emily said, as we walked back in to the room.

The others gawked at my outfit, never expecting to see me in something like it, even Hotch raised his eyebrows momentarily.

"Damn, pretty girl" Garcia said from the computer.

"Thanks Penny" I smiled. "Where's..Spencer...or Reid, sorry.." I asked.

"Oh he's just coming we gave him something to wear aswell" Hotch said, pointing to the door.

Spencer walked in, he wore a black jacket with matching trousers and a white shirt, with a number of the buttons undone. His hair a little less styled than before, and a bit messier.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks in a frenzy, and the fabric around my chest got a little tighter.

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." he said, fiddling with a number of strands.

Too flustered to speak, I just did the first thing I thought of. I walked over and ruffled his hair up more. "You look beautiful." I said, and walked out immediately.

My eyes were popped out of my head as I walked away, the team following close behind me.

Morgan began walking next to me. "What was that?" He giggled.

"Derek." I warned, my blush still hadn't faded from when Spencer walked in.

SPENCER'S POV

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." I said, trying my best to fix it.

That's when my heart stopped. Y/n walked over, in a dress I'd never imagine her in. I'm sure she wouldn't have put herself in the dress either, but that's not to deny how beautiful she looked.

Sure, her persona for tonight was: 'flirt with and rub up the guy with the most money' (our unsub) but she looked like an angel to me.

"Reid!" Garcia snapped me out of my thoughts from her spot on the computer.

"Go! Everyone left with Y/n when she walked past you" she said, smirking. She disappeared off the screen and I scurried out of the room, catching up with everyone.

Y/N'S POV

"Here are your ear peices, they're small enough so no one will notice." Hotch said.

I put mine in, as did Spencer.

"Okay, Y/n you go inside first, all you need to do is steal his phone, it should be in the inside pocket of his blazer.." Hotch said.

"So my pick-pocketing childhood has payed off.." I said, jokingly.

I made my way inside the casino and let myself settle in. I'm here to find a man with a big prize pot. A specific man anyway.

I wandered from one end of the casino to the other latching onto winners of games until I finally noticed the unsub sat at a poker table.

I looked behind me, noticing Spencer just entering the casino. He saw me, we locked eyes. I reluctantly teared mine away and went and stood behind the unsub.

"Well isn't that a bad hand? Surely you should fold.." I said, looking down at the straight in his hand.

"Call." said the others at the table.

The unsub looked up at me and smirked as he showed the dealer his straight, winning the pot. He handed me a bill. "Why don't you go get us some drinks for the next game sweetheart? A scotch for me if you don't mind.." he said.

I made sure to be overly touchy. "Sure thing" I said, strutting away.

I made my way over to the bar, where Spencer was. "Can I have a lemonade and a Scotch please?" I said, making sure to not drop the act I'd put on.

"Is that Poker over there?" Spencer spoke up.

I faced him. "It sure is, takes a lot of luck.." I said, walking off with the drinks.

Spencer followed. "Or intelligence." he said, beating me to the table and sitting down.

I passed the unsub his drink and we clinked glasses.

The dealer dealt everyone their cards, including Spencer this time around.

Everyone took a brief look at thier cards, and each man tapped the table. They all called.

The dealer flipped over the three cards, resulting in two of the men to fold, the only ones in the game now were the unsub and Spencer.

"C'mon baby, you got this.." I whispered, not so quitely in the unsub's ear, running my hands in and out of his blazer, passing off as just really horny. The game continued as I felt up this little freak until I eventually felt the phone and managed to slip it out, unnoticed.

"I'll raise.." the unsub said, throwing in an abundance of chips.

I looked up at Spencer, trying to tell him that he could fold already as I had the phone.

Instead, he watched me fiddle with the collar of the unsub's blazer.

He said nothing, and just placed the chips in, seeing the unsub's raise.

"Okay, cards?" the dealer asked.

The unsub layed his cards down. "Full House.." the unsub said, smiling.

Spencer didn't even look at the dealer as he placed his cards down, his eyes were glued to mine. "Royal Flush.." he said, his head tilted slightly.

I of course had to keep up my act, so while running my hands down his arms, I slowly walked away from the unsub and over to Spencer, wrapping my hands around him this time.

"Well aren't you lucky?" I said.

He faced me. "It's all maths really" he said, placing his hand over mine as it layed on his chest.

"What do you say I cash in these chips and we...get ourselves outta here" he said, standing up, and turning to face me, his hands snaking around my waist.

I bit my tongue and further closed the gap between us. "Okay" I said. At this point I didn't even need to act turned on. I was.

SPENCER'S POV

We walked, arms linked over to the cashier and exchanged the chips I had for the money.

"You won big tonight didn't you, son?" The cashier said, gathering the bands. I looked at Y/n, examining every inch of her perfect skin.

"I did.."

We made our way out of the casino, and walked down the road a little, before hustling into the SUV.

"Y/n you got the phone didn't you?" Hotch said, his angry eyes not leaving mine until she pulled it out.

"Oh but of course Agent Hotchner" she said, passing it to him.

I faced her again, the dim light in the SUV glowing down on her like she was the center of the universe..well...she was the center of mine anyway.

[acidnhuskerdust]

I have an idea what if we had jealous husk not jealous of angels work obviously, but jealous of an old friend that appeared or something like that I kind of want to see him jealous

This sounds like a lot of fun!!! So here is a lil drabble!!! Also thank you, you're my first ask! :DDDD

All Mine (Husk x Angel 18+)

With his time spent at the hotel, Husk grew to appreciate the relative peace it had to offer. Yes, all demons that resided in the hotel carry their own notes of noise and chaos, but it still didn't compare to the bustling casinos he would own during his hay days. There were petty arguments and the drunk shouting during rowdy nights, but Husk preferred them any day to the overwhelming clamor of nightclubs.

However, when Angel approached him, his pretty lips forming that irresistible pout and eyelashes fluttering, asking if they could spend a night out, Husk couldn't resist. He can't tell Angel no when he looked that good.

So there he was, perched at the bar with long white claws curled around a chilled bottle, sipping slowly. His gaze was fixed, not on the chaos of the bar, but on the demon who held his attention completely. Husk watched, captivated, as even Angel's wildest, most provocative dances seemed effortlessly fluid. In such a chaotic scene, Angel's every move was like shelter in a storm.

As their gazes locked, Angel flashes Husk this beautiful, big smile that makes his heart flutter. Then he motions with his long finger to come over, and Husk knew he was wrapped right around it. With a soft chuckle, he sets the bottle down onto the bar and pushes himself off the stool, weaving through the crowd to find who he adored most.

While pushing past a couple dancing close together, he notices a shift. Angel's focus had drifted; his dance has ceased. Instead, he was beaming, his face alight with excitement as he clasped hands with another demon, talking animatedly above the din of the music. Husk's brows knitted together in confusion and a twinge of annoyance as he scrutinized this new figure.

Tall, buff with large horns that resembled a rams. Who the fuck was this guy? And why was Angel so happy to see him?

A twitch in Husk's eye betrayed a sudden pang in his heart, a sensation distinctly flavored with jealousy. Now, Husk doesn't get jealous too often, he doesn't mind Angel's career, doesn't care what he does at the studio, because that wasn't his Angel, that was a persona.

But when he sees him smile so genuinely at someone else? He was jealous alright.

Husk advanced, suppressing the growl that threatened to rise from the depths of his chest. He wrapped his arm firmly around Angel's slender waist, drawing the taller demon in a close embrace. Angel's eyes met his, widening slightly in surprise before softening into a warm, welcoming smile.

"Hey baby," Husk returns the smile, albeit it forced. He exhales a breath, an attempt to calm his nerves as he looked over at the demon, giving him an unimpressed look. "Who's this?"

"Oh!" Angel brings his attention back to the other, "This is Damon! He was one of my buds back in the day, ain't that right?"

Damon nods his head. "Yup, used to live out on the streets together. It sucked, but we still had some fun, didn't we Angie?"

Angie?

Oh, Husk is going to kill this motherfucker.

His grasp tightens around his waist, forcing an even wider smile. "Well ain't that... Nice." He extends his hand out, "Name's Husk."

Damon gives him a firm handshake, and Husk had to consciously restrain the urge to squeeze too tightly. "So you're the one he was just talking about, huh? Well, it's nice to meet you."

"Uh huh." Husk gives a short nod of his head, his reply terse. Lifting his gaze to Angel, he caught onto the shit eating grin spread across his face. He knows.

"Well," Angel began, barely concealing a chuckle behind a cough. "We're gonna head back ta the bar now, kay? Maybe we'll catch up later?" "Yeah, of course, see ya around!" Damon gives them a small wave as Angel steered them both away, navigating through the bustling crowd. Husk lets go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding, mentally cursing to himself, he had to get over this possessive tendencies. He couldn't help it, not when Angel was so beautiful, so amazing. He was his.

As they moved, Husk felt hot breath against his sensitive ear, "You ain't jealous, are ya babe?" Angel asks with a teasing lilt to his voice.

Husk grumbles underneath his breath, this goddamn spider. "No, I ain't jealous just..." He trails off, trying to find a good excuse.

"Mm, sure." Angel giggles, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "Say... Why don't we head home? Use that pent up energy of yours to good use?"

"You don't gotta ask me twice."

[roseofithaca]

This was what I originally thought was going to happen as I was watching the exorcist scene. Had planned to write this as a fic but don't think I've got the energy.

-

Everything is the same up until the exorcism. Only when Alison gets down there, she sees the ghosts all stood in front of the Vicar, frozen as he speaks. They shout at her that they can't move. Alison tries to tell him to stop but Betty encourages it to continue. Alison slaps the Bible out of his hands but its too late - a bright light shines down on the ghosts, blinding Alison for a few seconds, then when she opens her eyes they're gone.

Panicking, she begins running around the house, calling their names, begging them to show themselves so she knows they're OK. But nothing. Eventually Betty finds her collapsed in tears. She asks why she could be upset and Alison explodes at her about how she had no right to do that, how the ghosts were her family and she's just sent them away. Betty is shocked and then feels awful once the truth settles but also berates Alison for not being honest. Mike finds Alison and holds her, telling his mum it's best she goes.

Alison doesn't sleep all night, having waited for the ghosts to come back if they could. The next morning Mike suggests they take a walk with Mia. They walk towards the lake and a bereft Alison is promising Mia she's going to hear all about her aunts and uncles who loved her so much. Like how sweet Auntie Kitty was, how naughty Uncle Julian was-

"And how handsome Uncle Thomas was?"

And Alison replies: "Yes how handsome Uncle Thom..."

She pauses. Then turns her head.

The ghosts are stood there, on the other side of the fence, smiling at her. She screams in shock and relief and Mike is confused but also relieved once Alison confirms they're all there and all safe. She asks what happened and they say they saw the same light but then woke up outside the grounds.

And now they can't get back in.

The exorcism didn't make them get sucked off; it banished them from the grounds. Alison asks if that means they're stuck in Maddox's place now. But Cap has already done a run and found he could go farther then Maddox. There doesn't seem to be any boundaries for them anymore.

Kitty begs Alison to call the Vicar back so he can undo it. Julian suggests perhaps a Satanic priest might be better. Alison hesitates and then asks; "Is that what you guys really want? You're free now. You can go wherever."

That hasn't really sank in for them, they're more concerned with being separated from Alison. But Alison tells them she's not interested in staying in the house either; not without them. If they're gone then she and Mike might as well take the golf resorts offer and buy a new place - once which the ghosts are more than happy to visit. However; they're also free to go where they want in the world, without restrictions.

It takes some sorting out as Alison sells the place and the guys stay on Maddox's land for the meanwhile until the moving vans are there. But this time as they drive out, the car and van stops, Alison beeps the horn once they exit the gates and all the ghosts pile in to either the backseat of the car or the van. Then they drive off together.

Cut to a few Christmas' later, the now loaded Coopers are setting the table and the ghosts start to arrive but in different orders. Alison welcomes them back happily, Mia can't see them anymore but she still waves to them when her mum says they're there. As they sit, Alison asks what they've all been up to in their various travels - except for Julian, the others aren't able to call or text her. Fanny finally snuck onto a luxury cruise but didn't seem as good as the Titanic. Thomas went to Venice to see if much had changed ("still nice"). Cap has been visiting WWII memorials and trying to find information on Havers. Pat visits his grandson. Humphrey has visited Paris. Kitty had discovered nightclubbing in London and joined in many hen parties. Julian goes to the House of Commons to watch Rachel speak out (he also does other stuff not suitable for Mia's ears). Robin says he went to the moon - everyone gasps- but he's only joking, he went to NASA but wasn't stupid enough to try to climb aboard any launched satellites- maybe next manned mission though.

Alison reminds them that they're all free to stay over Christmas as long as they want, but they say how they wouldn't impose for too long as they wouldn't want to be too in the way - though there are spare rooms for them to share when they need. They are all happy to spend time with the Coopers, coming back whenever they can, but always promising to spend Christmas together.

[dreamwritesimagines]

I like to imagine Charm fresh off college flirting with Sam and Steve right in front of Bucky and it's actually sort of jarring how quickly it pisses him off that not only is she doing it while ignoring him, his friends are going along with it.

"Well, no wonder Chicago was so boring. All the good-looking men are here."

"Ah, hey... thanks Charm."

"James, I didn't see you there."

"Wha-"

"Y/N, you look more beautiful every time i see you. How you been?"

"Well, you'll be seeing me more often, Sam. I'm officially moving back. The company is terrible though, Becca excluded. I can't take Ian yapping about nightclubs and refusing to step into a single one."

"Well, you are in the right place. Steve and I were just talking about visiting a new one in Romanov's turf tonight, see the new digs. Wanna come?"

"Well if it's alright with America's sweetheart."

"Of course you can come. Send me your adress and we'll pick you up-"

"What's happening-"

"You're still here, Barnes?"

"I was here first. But we'll catch up tonight, I'm sure."

"I thought you were busy, Buck. You said-"

"Change of plans."

OH MY GOD OOOH MY GOD-

Darling! 😍 This is amazing, I'm in love with this! ❤️ You are so talented and I'm definitely gonna fangirl over your wonderful work, so I'm putting this under keep reading! 😍❤️

First of all, YES! 😍 Charm would one hundred percent do it in front of Bucky while totally ignoring him 😁 And Sam and Steve flirting back? IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS😂

"Well, no wonder Chicago was so boring. All the good-looking men are here." AND THEN-

"James, I didn't see you there." Please, I can almost see his expression and I can't stop giggling 😂

The company is terrible though, Becca excluded. And everyone could probably hear the unsaid "Bucky included" 😂

"I can't take Ian yapping about nightclubs and refusing to step into a single one." Wait he really is doing that! 😱

They are both flirting with her aaaaaah I need this scene, I need this scene to happen so much! 😍

"I was here first. But we'll catch up tonight, I'm sure."

"I thought you were busy, Buck. You said-"

"Change of plans." HE SAYS WHILE SULKING, I'M SO SURE OF IT 😂

Darling this is absolutely amazing and I'm going to reread this a hundred times! 🥰 Thank you so so much for this, ILY and I love your work! ❤️

Also I'm so inspired for the scene where they'd be at the nightclub they mentioned and Bucky is like all brooding and watching Charm, and the minute she excused herself for the bathroom or something, he'd turn to them and go like,

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

"With Charm, what do you think you're doing?"

"We're catching up?"

"Oh catching up, is that it?"

"Yeah. Why are you throwing a fit?"

"I'm not, it's just- you can't flirt with her!"

"Because you rejected her years ago?"

"That has nothing to do with the discussion right now, I'm just...I'm thinking about the business."

[ayyy-pee]

I love 'The Great Debate'. I think it's one of my favourite fics that I've ever read on Tumblr.

I must confess, I came across it randomly on AO3 and I usually don't really read much on AO3, but I was completely and utterly captivated by your series, and I just read the whole thing in one go.

I honestly really, really enjoyed it. I thought it was incredibly witty and well-paced, and I just loved the way you tackled the characters and wrote the dialogue, and I was just so wholeheartedly charmed by it.

I've reread it multiple times, to be honest, and I keep checking your page just to see if you've updated your fic. It is just so, so, so good.

I'm a real sucker for academic rivalry stories, and I just thought you tackled things brilliantly. Your fic is engaging. It is clean and crisp. It is sexy. I love it—truly.

I really enjoyed the build-up of the relationship and I just loved how sizzling the sexual tension was, and I loved the whole dance-floor scene, and I absolutely loved how you tackled their relationship.

(Also, just as a note, I think the way you portrayed her loss of virginity was the most believable I've ever seen in my life in any type of literature/media.)

I keep coming back to this fic.

I honestly can't really choose what my favourite part of this fic is. I loved the introduction—it set the scene perfectly and I love how she has an answer for everything. I loved the strange tension between them when she was going out with Satoru. I loved, loved the nightclub scene. I was completely enamoured with 'Chapter Ten'. It was so, so, so incredibly well-written and it was just the right amount of passion, sexiness and softness. I am in love with it.

I really hope you will continue with this series because it holds a very special place in my heart.

Sending lots of love your way xxx

(As is customary, I believe, I'd like to also use this as an opportunity to thank you for taking the time to write, edit and share this story with us. I really, really appreciate it. Hope you're getting enough food, sleep, rest, etc. xxx)

HELLO?!?!?!

Omg first, thank you SO MUCH for this detailed message. I LOVE getting things like this. I so appreciate your kind words and how much you loved TGD. This is actually very funny that I got this message because yesterday I thought to myself - "damn i really wanna pick this fic back up."

Then you send me this and I'm just...ugh. THANK YOU. It's the inspiration I needed.

Also, weird question, I've gotten several other anon messages about TGD and another fic of mine. Are those from you as well? This fic doesn't get as much attention as my other Suguru fics so I just wanted to know. It's so nice to see someone who loves it so much!! <3

If it's not you who sent more anon asks then...WHERE ARE YALL COMING FROM LOL!!!!

Thank you so much for reading and loving it!!! MWAH <3

[afoolandathief]

Happy STS! I might be bearing my own secrets a little here, but oh well! Your characters are playing a dating game, which archetype are they going for? (ie: the arrogant one, the cold one, the childhood friend, the older man, the shy one, the flirt, etc)

"Old man."

"What?"

Caz looked down at Jade. He was leaning over her and her laptop as she moved the cursor over the dating sim's options.

"I said, I wanna try and bag the silver fox," he went on.

Jade raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is this, like, you relating to someone your actual age?"

"Oh, that's hilarious, Shaw. Look at me, I'm splitting my sides laughing," Caz said drily. "Now, would you just click on him?"

Jade moved her mouse over the cartoon, gray-haired man. A dialogue option came up as the man sneered from her laptop screen.

"Ooh, he's mean too?" Caz leaned far too close to Jade. "Ya know, I don't usually go for guys like him."

"That's what I thought," Jade said. She leaned back in her chair, relieving herself of being in direct line with a vampire's breath. "So, why did you pick him, then?"

Caz leaned over the laptop, using the keyboard arrows to select a line of dialogue.

"Well, I mean, I usually like guys I could break in half," he said. "Sort of the opposite with women. But he was the only option that seemed — I don't know, stern? I always like someone who doesn't take any shit."

He swore in Romanian and stabbed at the keyboard.

"Câcat, how do I pick this thing?"

"Enter key," Jade said. She leaned over the keyboard and showed him.

"Thanks, Shaw," Caz said. "Hey, you've played this before, right? Who'd you pick?"

"It's not important," Jade said.

"Oh, well, if it's not important."

He moved the cursor across the computer screen. Jade shot forward as the phrase "Are you sure you want to quit?" blazed in front of her in bright red letters.

"What are you doing?"

"You can find old versions of the game under 'Saved,' right?"

"Oh, now you're suddenly an expert on P.C. games?"

Jade went for the mouse, but Caz was faster. She tried to think of a spell that interrupted Bluetooth signals, but it was too late. The screen loaded a scene at a nightclub featuring a pale, dark-haired man in a ruffled shirt. One earring dangled from his ear as the animation moved his fanged mouth open and closed. A line of dialogue about only going out at night appeared.

"Holy shit," Caz breathed.

He stumbled back from the laptop with his hands clasped over his mouth. He breathed. He giggled. Then he burst into obnoxious, high-pitched laughter.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ," he gasped.

"Shut up!"

"Does Violet know about this?"

"I played this before I dated Violet," Jade said, shutting the laptop screen just as the cartoon man lifted his red-filled wine glass. "Not that it matters. It's just a game."

"Yeah, sorry, but," Caz took a breath and wiped his eyes. "It's just funny whenever someone has a thing for vampires. Like, come on, Shaw. You know we're objectively terrible to date."

Jade cradled her head in her hands.

"It wasn't about him being a vampire," she said.

Caz leaned back against her kitchen table. Her cats had wandered over and were sniffing him curiously.

"Oh?" he asked.

"Look, he was the only option that seemed — a little fruity, okay?" Jade said. "I just prefer guys who are also queer. You know how it's easier, sometimes, when someone else is bi?"

"Trust me, Shaw, I'm well aware of that," Caz said.

He opened the laptop and stared at the screen.

"Yeah, I've definitely gone home with that guy," he said.

He shut the laptop and backed away from the table.

"Well, this has been �� weird," he said. "I'll, uh, see you when I have to kill someone again, I guess."

"Wait, I thought you wanted to play this?" Jade asked.

"Yeah, that type AB I had earlier isn't sitting right," he said, patting his stomach. "Trust me, it's not gonna be pretty."

He nearly tripped over Ada and Lovelace as he grabbed his hat and jacket.

"Do you need a ride?" Jade asked.

"Nah, I'll just grow wings and fly," Caz said. "Or just — run really fast. Yeah. Used to do that all the time. Before cameras, but — yeah, it'll be fine."

The entire trailer shook as he slammed the door behind him.

~

Caz fell through the door of his apartment. He loosened his collar and took another deep breath. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest.

"It's fine," he said, taking his phone out to send a text. "I'll be fine. Just need to get this out of my system."

"We really need to stop meeting like this."

Caz whirled around to find the tiny Norse god he'd run into at the bar standing in his living room.

"How'd you get here so fast?"

"I ripped a hole in time and space, dear," Loki flipped a frizzy strand of red hair out of their face and flashed that oddly scarred smile. "Now, what's the matter?"

Caz reached in his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

"Just needed some meaningless sex, is all."

Loki clasped their chest dramatically.

"My dear, sweet draugr, I have a wives and family!"

"Vampire, not a draugr," Caz said. "And you're polyamorous."

"Yes, but you're not," Loki said. They strolled up to his kitchen counter and swiped one of the glasses. "We both know you're far too possessive to keep dating a married god. Now, what's actually wrong?"

Caz took a long swallow of vodka.

"I just got this image in my head of my best friend and work associate pegging me," he said. "And it all started because we tried playing this computer game. One where you have to pick someone to date."

"What were the options?" Loki asked.

Caz told them. Loki tapped a set of painted nails to their chin.

"Well, that's an obvious choice," they said. "Old man, of course."

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

One other set piece worth examining is a nighttime foot chase through the streets of Venice, which culminates inthe apparent death of Rebecca Ferguson's character, Ilsa Faust, who has been a fixture in McQuarrie's Mission: Impossible run. The sequence begins in a stylish Italian nightclub before spilling out into La Serenissima, with a pulse-pounding pursuit that pits Ethan and Ilsa against the corporeal threat of Morales's Gabriel, but also against the Entity.

"They shot so much of that, like five times as much as what's in the movie," Hamilton says. "And you're constantly compressing it and trying to intercut this, intercut that. How do we get Ethan here? Does the audience understand that the entity is impersonating Benji? Is that working? How do we bounce off Benji and Luther? It feels effortless because we’ve really crafted it, but I promise you, it's bumpy and lumpy and unfocused and quite a mess when it starts out. But we just keep working at it. Sometimes we’ll go through the same scene, like, 40 times a day, just carving through every tiny little emotional nuance and every frame to say, 'Is this the best it can be?' It's important that your eye is guided around the frame and you feel the emotion and the graphics are just very simple to understand."

The sequence was a particularly important moment for the editor, given Ilsa's ultimate fate.

"We only really cracked that scene after a year and a half of work," he explains. "It does seem to have the right effect on the audience, which I'm glad about. You're talking to somebody who was there on day one of Rebecca Ferguson's screen test on Rogue Nation. I've worked on every single nuance of that character. Every single moment of her in these three movies has gone through my fingertips, with love and care and passion. And I love Rebecca as a person as well, so I'm very attached to that character. No one was more concerned about this than I was. It's hard to talk about it, really."

[todayposting]

Top Benefits of a Boating Bachelorette Bash

Planning a bachelorette party is all about creating unforgettable memories before the big day. While traditional options like nightclubs or city bar crawls can be fun, there's a rising trend that takes the celebration to the water: a boating bachelorette bash. For brides-to-be who want a unique and adventurous send-off, a boating bachelorette party offers the perfect mix of relaxation, fun, and picturesque vibes.

From breathtaking views to uninterrupted bonding time, celebrating on a boat opens up a world of benefits that land-based parties simply can’t match. Let’s dive into the top advantages of choosing a boating bash for your bachelorette celebration.

A Unique and Unforgettable Experience

Unlike typical parties that blend into one another, a boating bachelorette bash offers a one-of-a-kind setting. The open water, fresh air, and scenic surroundings create an ambiance that feels exclusive and adventurous. Whether you're cruising on a lake, along the coast, or through a tranquil river, the ever-changing view keeps the energy fresh and exciting. It’s the kind of experience your bridal squad will be talking about long after the wedding.

Built-In Relaxation and Fun

Boating brings a natural sense of calm and freedom. As the boat glides over the water, the stress of wedding planning starts to melt away. You and your friends can lounge in swimsuits, enjoy some sunbathing, or take a dip if the weather’s right. Want to ramp up the fun? Many boat charters offer sound systems, LED lighting, and water toys to keep the party going. It’s the ideal blend of chill and celebration.

More Intimate Connection with Guests

On a boat, the space is limited just enough to create an intimate atmosphere, making it easier for everyone to interact. Unlike large venues where the group may get split up, a boating bachelorette party keeps everyone together in one shared experience. This closeness encourages bonding, laughter, and shared moments that truly bring the bridal party together.

Stunning Photo Opportunities

Forget dimly lit clubs or crowded restaurants. With natural lighting and breathtaking backdrops, a boat provides a perfect canvas for all your party photos. Whether it’s sunset selfies, group shots on the deck, or candid moments with the wind in your hair, your camera roll will be filled with gorgeous, frame-worthy pictures. Many brides even choose to coordinate outfits for extra flair, creating a cohesive and Instagram-worthy look.

Customizable to Fit Any Vibe

One of the best parts about a boating bachelorette bash is how easily you can tailor it to your group’s style. Want a laid-back day with spa vibes and mocktails? Easy. Prefer a high-energy party with dancing and tropical drinks? Totally doable. Whether you're hiring a luxury yacht or a cozy pontoon, boats come in all shapes and sizes to match your budget and theme. Many charter services offer flexible packages that include catering, decorations, and music, making planning even easier.

Escape the Crowds

If your bride-to-be isn't into loud clubs or busy scenes, boating provides a peaceful escape. Being on the water means no waiting in lines, no noisy crowds, and no navigating through packed venues. It’s your private floating party, far from the stress and bustle of typical nightlife. This sense of escape also makes the celebration feel more exclusive and tailored to the bride’s preferences.

Easy to Pair with Other Activities

A boating bachelorette party doesn’t have to be the only event. It pairs beautifully with other experiences like a beach picnic, spa morning, or wine tasting. Many groups choose to begin or end the day on the boat, making it a highlight of the weekend’s itinerary. The flexibility it offers adds to its charm and makes for a well-rounded celebration.

When it comes to planning a memorable and meaningful bachelorette celebration, a boating bash delivers on all fronts, from the relaxing vibes and photo ops to the deepened connections and crowd-free fun. This unique party idea checks every box. For a bride who loves the water or simply wants something different, a boating bachelorette party is the perfect way to set sail into the next chapter.

[scottsdale-tractor]

Scottsdale Tractor: The Wildest Ride Through Old Town You’ll Never Forget

When you think of Scottsdale, Arizona, a few things might come to mind — luxury resorts, beautiful desert views, golf courses, and a buzzing nightlife scene. But there’s one experience that’s turning heads and turning up the volume like never before: Scottsdale Tractor.

This isn’t your typical night out or average party bus. Scottsdale Tractor has taken the concept of mobile entertainment and completely reimagined it — fusing the grit and charm of a custom tractor with the electric energy of a dance club. Whether you’re planning a wild bachelorette bash, a rowdy birthday party, or just a night out with your favorite people, there’s no better way to see and be seen in Old Town Scottsdale.

🚜 What Exactly Is Scottsdale Tractor?

At first glance, Scottsdale Tractor might sound like a quirky attraction — but hop aboard, and you’ll find it’s an absolute game-changer in the party tour world.

It all revolves around “BIG SEXY,” a fully customized, tractor-drawn wagon that can only be described as part honky-tonk, part mobile nightclub. The wagon is equipped with a 15,000-watt stereo system, a live DJ spinning your favorite hits, LED lighting, and a full-on light-up dance floor. It's part bar on wheels, part dance battle arena, and all fun.

But what really sets Scottsdale Tractor apart is the vibe. It’s not just transportation — it’s a full-blown experience. While most tours involve sitting and sightseeing, this is all about standing up, getting loose, and dancing your way through Old Town with drink in hand and beats in the background.

🍻 Bring Your Crew — and Your Own Booze

Unlike many party experiences that upcharge for drinks, Scottsdale Tractor operates on a fun BYOB policy. You're welcome to bring your own canned beer or seltzers (no glass, liquor, or wine for safety reasons), and they’ll provide the ice. That means you can curate your ideal drink menu, save money, and still party like royalty.

Imagine sipping cold drinks under the Arizona stars while music thumps, lights flash, and you dance down the streets — it's equal parts surreal and sensational.

🥳 Tour Packages to Match Every Mood

One of the coolest things about Scottsdale Tractor is the flexibility. Whether you’re a group of two or twenty, there’s an option for you:

Public Wagon Party Perfect for smaller groups or solo travelers who want to mingle. Tickets are $75 per person for an 80-minute ride of nonstop music, dancing, and good vibes.

Private Wagon Party Want the whole rig to yourself? The private party package is $599 for up to 20 people and gives you the entire wagon for an 80-minute ride. It's ideal for birthdays, bachelor/bachelorette parties, or company outings.

Private Wagon Bar Crawl Take things a step further with the two-hour Bar Crawl option for $650. You’ll not only party on the wagon but also stop at a few of Old Town’s best bars along the way.

All tours begin and end at the legendary Giligin’s Bar in Old Town Scottsdale — a beloved local spot with its own wild charm.

👟 What to Know Before You Go

To make the most of your Scottsdale Tractor experience, keep a few things in mind:

Arrive Early: You’ll want to show up 30 minutes before your scheduled tour time for check-in, safety instructions, and to get the party started right.

Dress for the Party: Closed-toe shoes are highly recommended (heels and dancing on a moving wagon don’t mix well). Wear something comfortable and cool, especially if you plan to break a sweat on the dance floor.

ID Is Required: Everyone must be 21+ with a valid government-issued ID. No exceptions.

No Glass or Liquor: Canned beer and seltzers only. Leave the vodka bottles at home.

Everything else? Leave it to the Scottsdale Tractor team. They’ll bring the lights, the sound, and the unforgettable vibes.

📸 Why Everyone's Talking About Scottsdale Tractor

Scottsdale Tractor has quickly become a must-do for visitors and locals alike. Part of its magic lies in its visibility — as you ride through the heart of Old Town, heads turn, people cheer, and phones come out to capture the glowing, music-blasting wagon as it rolls by. It’s more than just fun for you; you become part of the entertainment.

Reviews are glowing. Past guests rave about how the tractor ride was the highlight of their trip to Scottsdale, how friendly and energetic the staff were, and how they danced and laughed for the full 80 minutes. For many, it's not just a party — it's a core memory.

💌 Ready to Ride? Book Your Experience Today

Booking your own Scottsdale Tractor experience couldn’t be easier. Head to scottsdaletractor.com to view the calendar, check availability, and reserve your spot. If you have questions or special requests, you can email the team directly at scottsdaletractor@gmail.com.

Spots fill up quickly — especially on weekends — so if you’ve got a special occasion on the horizon, don’t wait to book.

🎯 Why Scottsdale Tractor Should Be On Your Bucket List

Scottsdale is a city full of experiences — from wine tastings and spas to hiking trails and golf. But when the sun sets and you’re ready to really celebrate, there’s nothing quite like the energy and originality of Scottsdale Tractor.

It’s more than just a party. It’s a show. It’s a vibe. It’s an electric, laughter-filled ride through one of Arizona’s most iconic districts — and it’s something you’ll be talking about long after the music fades.

[valencianightlife]

Explore the Thrilling Valencia Nightlife: Top Clubs & Party Spots

Valencia, Spain’s sun-drenched gem on the Mediterranean coast, isn’t just famous for paella and beaches—it also boasts one of the most electrifying nightlife scenes in Europe. Whether you're a local or a visitor, partying in Valencia is an unforgettable experience. From stylish rooftop lounges to vibrant beachfront clubs, this city truly comes alive after dark. In this guide, we’ll dive into the best clubs in Valencia, spotlighting iconic venues like Mya Club Valencia, Akuarela Beach, and L'Umbracle Terrace.

The Ultimate Valencia Nightlife Experience

What sets Valencia nightlife apart is its versatility. You can start your night sipping cocktails at a chic rooftop bar, then dance till dawn at a world-class nightclub. The energy is infectious, the music diverse, and the crowd—an international mix of partygoers looking for a good time.

Whether you're into techno, reggaeton, house, or chart-topping hits, there’s a club in Valencia for you. Partying in Valencia isn’t just about the beats—it’s about the vibe, the people, and the unforgettable memories you’ll make.

👉 For a full overview of the best party options, check out Valencia Nightlife.

Popular Nightclubs in Valencia

Valencia’s club scene is as diverse as its crowd. Some of the most popular nightclubs in Valencia combine stunning architecture with cutting-edge music and lighting systems. Here are a few top picks you can’t miss:

1. Mya Club Valencia

Located beneath the stunning L'Umbracle structure in the City of Arts and Sciences, Mya Club Valencia is a must-visit. This stylish and multi-level venue is famous for its sleek interior, top DJs, and an unbeatable atmosphere that keeps the dancefloor packed all night long. With music genres spread across different rooms, Mya has something for everyone.

2. Akuarela Beach Valencia

For those who prefer dancing with a sea breeze in the air, Akuarela Beach Valencia is your go-to. Located right on the beachfront, this club blends tropical vibes with cutting-edge sound systems. Popular in the summer months, it’s the place to be if you’re chasing beach parties, live DJ sets, and gorgeous Mediterranean views.

3. L'Umbracle Terrace Valencia

A true icon of Valencia’s nightlife, the L'Umbracle Terrace offers a unique clubbing experience under the stars. By day, it's a botanical garden; by night, it transforms into a glamorous open-air nightclub. With its elegant décor and lush greenery, it's perfect for those who want a more sophisticated party experience.

The Best Nightclubs in Valencia – Our Picks

When it comes to the best nightclubs in Valencia, a few venues consistently stand out for their atmosphere, crowd, and music selection. Mya, Akuarela, and L'Umbracle top the list, but you’ll also find hidden gems scattered throughout the city.

If you’re in town for a weekend and want to make the most of it, here’s a pro tip: start your night at L'Umbracle Terrace, head downstairs to Mya Club, and wrap it up with an early morning dance at Akuarela Beach. Trust us, you’ll be talking about that night for years to come.

Tips for Enjoying the Clubs in Valencia

Dress to impress: Valencia clubs often have dress codes, especially the more exclusive spots.

Arrive late: Most clubs start filling up around midnight and go strong until 6 AM.

Book in advance: Popular clubs like Mya and Akuarela often have long lines, especially on weekends. Consider booking through Valencia Nightlife for guest lists or VIP entry.

Stay safe: Keep your belongings secure and always have a safe way to get home.

Ready to Party in Valencia?

Whether you're dancing under the stars at L'Umbracle Terrace, raving by the sea at Akuarela, or vibing through the night at Mya Club, the Valencia nightlife experience is nothing short of legendary.

So grab your friends, put on your best outfit, and get ready to explore the best clubs in Valencia. The city is waiting for you—music pumping, lights flashing, and the party never-ending.

[licensebrokers]

Everything You Need to Know About the Type 47 Liquor License—And Why It Matters

As you imagine your ideal restaurant or fine dining establishment, having a full bar is usually included in the picture. That's where the Type 47 liquor license comes in. For California companies looking to serve more than beer and wine, this license allows for a full dining and drinking experience. Whether you are new to the scene or wish to expand your existing business, having an understanding of the ins and outs of this type of license can get you on the correct path.

Why It Matters The right license can shape your business. With a Type 47 liquor license, you’re not just adding drinks to your menu – you’re enhancing the entire customer experience. A full-service bar can drive higher ticket values, extend customer stays, and increase repeat visits. It also gives your brand a competitive edge in California’s bustling hospitality scene.

Key Features of the Type 47 Liquor License:

On-site use only: Any alcoholic drinks have to be consumed in your restaurant.

Food-first concept: More than half of your overall revenue has to be generated from food, rather than booze.

Family-accessible: Children are permitted on the premises, as opposed to some licenses, which only serve adults.

Transferable: The license is transferable if you move or sell out, giving you added flexibility and value.

Full service of drinks: You are allowed to provide cocktails, spirits, wine, and beer, giving your customers additional options.

Compliance with RBS: Your staff will be required to receive training in compliance with California's Responsible Beverage Service standards.

What Is a Type 47 Liquor License? The Type 47 liquor license is also called the "On-Sale General for Eating Place" license. It permits licensed restaurants to dispense beer, wine, and distilled spirits for on-premises consumption. This means your visitors can sip a cocktail with their steak or have a glass of whiskey following dinner, all in your dining area.

This license is specifically designed for full-service restaurants. But don't forget, food needs to be the first priority. Restaurants must earn at least 50% of their revenue from food sales.

Comparison of Type 47 with Other Alternatives There are different liquor licenses offered in California, but the Type 47 liquor license is one that is specifically sought after by businesses that wish to serve spirits with food. It is different from:

Type 20 – Beer and wine only off-sale

Type 21 – Off-sale general (beer, wine, and spirits in retail stores)

Type 41 – Beer and wine on-sale for restaurants

Type 48 – On-sale general for nightclubs and bars (no minors)

Type 75 – Craft beer brewpub license with on-site food

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Final Thoughts A Type 47 liquor license is not just a permit, it's a gateway to expanding your hospitality business in California. With the proper information and a solid plan, buying or selling this license need not be overwhelming. It's all about maximizing the potential of your place, providing excellent experiences, and remaining compliant along the way.

Whether you're launching a quaint neighborhood eatery or introducing a destination restaurant, the Type 47 liquor license allows you to serve more, grow more, and succeed with confidence.

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