#instead she just drools over val

[theoddest1]

Hey, isn't it so..."Great" that Viv is out here liking posts that clearly find moments where Angel is being sexual with his rapist "Hot" How much more telling can this all get, right? We really sit here, having to explain how fucked up it is to take SA, try to tackle it "seriously" but then proceed to not even do it for that reason. Only for it to be for angst and goon material. How do you expect me to SIT HERE and take whatever Viv has to offer seriously? The number of people I have seen trying to justify this gross behavior is abysmal. If you have this kink or whatever, fine not like I can stop you, be into that shit somewhere else, but DO NOT try and TACKLE IT only for it to be not even seen as serious or as a way for you to get off to your sick fantasies.

Why the hell would you like this? "Angel with his abusive rapist boss😝, so hot guys! Can'tstop thinking about it!"

What good reason would Viv have in liking this post? Why do over 4k people find a post like this neat? "Oh they're fictional, it's gucci, stop bitching" wouldn't need to bitch if people didn't outright sexualize moments meant to tackle an irl fucking problem.

By the way, this person ships Angel and Valentino together. Their pinned tweet is legit sexual Val and Angel art. I wouldn't recommend attacking them regardless if you disagree with their ships and what they deem...ugh "hot."

Fair warning to I WILL be showing some of their arts and reblogs as evidence, so if you are not into that sort of thing (anything NSFW), I highly recommend scrolling past my post or past this section of it.

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I'm pretty sure Viv actively searches for this sort of thing on Twitter, like it's PAINFULLY obvious that she does. How you just so happen to like a post clear af lusting for this abusive relationship YOU CLAIMED to take seriously that ALSO happens to be from an account that ships the abuser with the victim? Gtfo with your two-faced shit, just say your find this hot instead of lying your absolute ass off. The audacity for some fans to go after one group of people for liking questionable stuff only to let other questionable things slide. Like homie, you can let rape slide, but draw the line for any other questionable thing? How's about you have that energy for EVERYTHING with your hypocritical asses. Ion wanna hear y'all stank ass make callouts if you're okay with a rapist being shipped with someone he actively harms in various ways.

And Viv

You say this entire sequence is meant to be uncomfortable, meant to not sugar-coat how awful this situation is, and supposedly have people who are victims/survivors themselves, yet here you are liking posts from people who do anything but take it seriously and even sexualize it. That's absolutely insane to me. And reminds me how you were drooling over some pins that glamorize the abuse Angel and supposedly Husk goes through, you know, the same character that COMPARED his abuse with Angel's.

Ah yes, let's downplay how horrible Angel's situation is further, shall we? Let's especially do it after adamantly arguing with other SA survivors who "haven't seen the episode yet" and need to shut up or don't watch 😃. Let's ignore the fact that Husk and Angel's situations STILL aren't comparable but it's still very odd to have pins on TWO situations taken seriously in the show. So do you actually view the situations seriously or not Viv???

God she's....actually fucking stupid and horrid.

[blakelysco-pilot]

I couldn’t let November 8th go by without acknowledging Val’s birthday. So with that said, I wrote a little something for The Gal on her special day. I hope you all enjoy it! 💗

“Is she still sleeping?”

“Yes, and by the looks of it, not planning on joining the land of the living any time soon.”

“Shh, be quiet or he’s going to startle and she’s going to be pissed.”

Crowded onto one bed, Olive, Helen and Tattie sat watching as Val continued to snooze peacefully. Curled up on her own bed with Meatball tucked up against her side, the three women waited patiently for her to wake up. Murmuring softly, Val snuggled closer to the Husky, a soft sigh escaping her as she continued to dream.

“Oh Ev, that’s nice…”

Unable to hold in her laughter at that, Olive let go of a cackle that echoed through their hut, her eyes wide as Tattie slapped a hand over her mouth. It was no use; the sound had startled Val awake, and caused Meatball to huff indignantly before jumping from the bed and trotting over to Tattie’s to curl back up on. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, Val stopped when she saw all three of her friends watching her with smiles on their faces.

“Uhm… Why are you three watching me? Was I drooling?”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

“Oh Jesus, shush!” Val winced, their shouting and the lack of coffee too much for her first thing in the morning.

“Nooo, no,” Olive shook her head, coming to pull Val from the warmth of her bunk. “Today’s your birthday Chicken! Time to get up!”

“But it’s warm under my blankets!”

“There’s a handsome pilot waiting to walk you to breakfast.” Helen sing songed, coming to help Olive pull her from the bed.

“What about-”

“Not today,” Tattie smiled. “Today, you have a nice breakfast with Blakely. We can handle the truck, no one’s going up today.”

“You’re giving me a day off, Tat?”

“He asked nicely, what can I say?” She grinned, watching as Helen and Olive successfully pulled her from the bed.

Stumbling to the bathroom, Val made quick work of washing up before coming back out to put on her makeup and take out her rollers from the night before. Checking her watch, she knew she had about fifteen minutes before Ev would knock on the door of their hut, and she didn’t want to keep him waiting. She methodically pinned her hair before applying her lipstick and rouge, catching sight of Helen in the mirror laying out her dress uniform instead of her regular jumpsuit.

“Thanks Hel.” she smiled at her in the mirror, the brunette beaming back at her.

“You’re welcome. Hey, do you always dream about Ev when you’re cuddling the dog?”

“You know,” Val heaved a sigh as she stood to get dressed. “When I asked if I was drooling, you three conveniently left that part out.”

“Oops!” She giggled as Val narrowed her eyes, the top of a crush cap went past the windows above their beds. “Better hurry and get dressed, birthday girl, your man is here.”

And so the day had started with loud declarations of wishes from her three best friends before she was whisked away to the Officers Mess for breakfast with Everett. She hadn’t griped about the powdered eggs that morning. She was working on accepting that she was the one having coffee poured for her. It was something that was not lost on Ev as the kind gentleman who served in the Officers Mess approached them, a small pot in hand. Her eyes had gone wide when he asked her if she wanted another cup, and Ev had nodded encouragingly before she had replied yes, please. They had chatted quietly over toast; of birthdays past and traditions back home. If you wiped away the setting around them, they were just a man and a woman having a quaint breakfast, celebrating a special day that wasn’t tainted by the war. And when Everett pulled the keys to a jeep from his pocket, childlike glee on his face as he held his hand out to her, she knew that he was just one more birthday tradition she would get to enjoy as the years went on.

He had spent the day walking through town with her, indulging her every time she pulled him into a shop. He stood back and watched as she browsed the small makeup counter in the general store, encouraging her to pick something she liked so that he could treat her for her birthday. He had simply smiled as he handed a few notes to the woman working the counter before handing the package to Val, who tucked it into her purse with a smile. She had balked when he pulled her into the bakery, insisting on splitting something since he couldn’t get her a birthday cake. And by the time dusk had fallen, they were seated at a table in the pub for dinner. The owner of the Half Moon Pub grinned when he spotted them, pointing over to the corner of the room where Val was expecting a table for her and Everett, but stopped in her tracks when she found that all of their friends were already there waiting for them.

“Hey, there she is!”

“It’s the birthday girl!”

“About time, I was getting hungry!”

The pair squeezed into two empty seats, Olive and Doug on one side, Helen and Rosie on her right. Tattie and Jack sat across from her, with the rest of Rosie’s crew and Croz filling in the gaps. She was missing so many people around this table, and yet, the ones who did fill the seats made it their mission to remind her of how loved she was, and how much she did have in her life despite the missing pieces. And so they ate, and drank, and drank some more, the conversation never ending even as the pub grew louder around them. So loud that she didn’t notice Doug whispering something to Ollive, who nudged Tattie, while she was laughing at something Pappy was saying. She didn’t recognize the distraction of Croz telling her all about what Jean was getting up to back home, until the person who had been playing the piano in the pub began playing Happy Birthday, and Tattie was placing three very familiar looking donuts stacked onto a plate in front of her. Dougie’s zippo was alight in her hand, and the entire pub was singing to her.

“Nooo, come on you guys!”

“Happy birthday dear Vaaaaal! Happy Birthday to youuuuu!”

“Oh my god, this is way too much!”

“Oh, blow out the lighter and make a wish, Chicken!” Olive had crowed from her seat next to her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into a hug.

“Fine, okay, okay…” with a deep breath, she closed her eyes and made her wish, though she was sure everyone at the table knew what she was wishing for. “Thank you, I mean it, this has been such a nice day.”

“You deserve it.” Tattie grinned, tossing the lighter back to Doug.

“Yeah, we all love you, DiRosano.”

“Is that sentiment I see in your eye, Jack?” She had narrowed her own eyes at him, unable to stop from laughing when he rolled his eyes, Tattie placating him with a pat on the back.

“Yes it is, now, enjoy it while it lasts. Tomorrow I go back to being the Wicked Air Exec of the Control Tower.”

“Does that make the boys your flying monkeys?” Helen sniggered, causing Croz to choke on his drink as the rest of the table around them laughed.

Everyone fell into easy conversation, the donuts picked over by the group as the drinks continued to flow and music continued to play. The other girls had broken off to dance with the respective fellas, Rosie and Croz each taking Helen for a spin so that she wouldn’t feel left out. Val just caught Ev standing, offering her his hand so that he too, could take a turn on the dance floor with her.

“You know,” she murmured, lips pressed to his ear as he gently swayed them. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” he replied. “But, I wanted to.”

“I would have been perfectly content with dinner in the mess hall and dancing in the Officers Club.”

“I know that too.”

“Hey Ev?”

“Yea sweetheart?”

“Thank you,” pulling her face from where she was nuzzled against him, she was beaming as he caught her gaze, and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her full on the mouth, with everyone around them. “I love you…”

“Not nearly as much as I love you, pretty.”

After two more songs, she caught him passing the keys to the jeep they had come to town in over to Dougie, who pocketed them and gave him a wink.

“Can I give you your present now?”

“My- what? You did so much today, that was my present wasn’t it?”

“It was, but I have one more thing for you.”

“Everett!”

“So?”

“Yes,” she conceded with a smile. “But I’m telling you now, it’s too much,”

“Come with me.” He grinned, taking her hand and leading her towards the back of the pub, away from their friends and the crowd, towards the stairs that led upstairs to the rooms.

Letting her go first, she climbed the stairs carefully, waiting for him to join her and explain what they were doing up there. Turning, she caught his gaze as he joined her at the top of the stairs, pulling a key from his breast pocket and moving to one of the doors.

“Are we… did you?”

“Are we staying here? Yes we are.”

“Are you crazy! You spent more than enough money on me today!”

“Would you stop, please, and let me spoil you just a little bit?” He opened the door and ushered her in ahead of him before he closed it behind them, locking it so they wouldn’t be interrupted.

“This is way more than spoiling me, Everett!”

“Just you wait till the war is over and we get home, then we’ll see about really spoiling you.”

“That’s my purse,” she spotted her bag sitting on the small desk in the corner. “And your jacket.”

“Very good,” he teased. “You’d make a great spy.”

“Olive and Doug…”

“Yes, now, get comfy, because we have the whole night to ourselves, and if it’s not too much to ask, I’d like to spend it curled up with you.”

“Oh, that is not too much to ask at all, Major.”

And so they found themselves under the patchwork blanket that covered the double bed, the mattress just soft enough that it was like sleeping on a cloud compared to what Thorpe Abbotts was passing off as mattresses. The window was cracked, letting in just the right amount of a breeze, and the small lamp on the night table was the only light in the room. Their soft breaths were the only sound that filled the gaps between light conversation. Just two people wrapped in each other's arms with the promise of the future, and a birthday wish that Val hoped would come true.

“Your present is still waiting to be unwrapped.”

“Don’t need it.”

“But…”

“Tomorrow…” she murmured happily, face pressed against his chest, the soft smattering of hair just under her cheek. “Right now, I’ve got everything I need right here in this bed.”

“Okay baby, if that’s what you want.”

Just as she was beginning to doze, sleep tugging at her gently, Val couldn’t help the contented sigh that passed from her lips, shuffling down under the blankets and holding on to Everett just a little bit tighter.

“So much better than the dog…”

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[from-memphis-with-love]

Songbird Chapter 1 - The Handsome Stranger

Pairing: Elvis x female OC (Valerie Pedretti)

Word count: 2,500

Warnings: None!

Summary: Valerie Pedretti is a quiet, unassuming girl of 22 with little money but a lot of heart who just so happens to turn into a force of nature when she sings. A chance encounter with Elvis in an elevator at the International Hotel changes her life forever, for good and bad.

Las Vegas, Nevada, 1969

Valerie Pedretti was not at all prepared to meet Elvis Presley. 

If you had told her she would soon come face to face with the biggest star on the planet, she would have probably laughed in your face. Then, if she realized you were actually serious, she would have at least wanted to look nice. Without question, she’d have spent hours in the front of her tiny, chipped robin’s egg blue vanity primping and preening and making sure her nails were a beautiful crimson red.

Then, she’d have slipped into a knit wrap dress to accentuate her waist or something flirty like that and made sure her ink black locks were curled into place. Her face would be painted to meticulous perfection, having obsessed over every flick of eyeliner, pump of mascara, and swipe of strawberry pink gloss. 

In that alternate reality, Valerie Pedretti would've met Elvis looking every bit the star that he was. But life, with its unpredictable turns, had other plans.

Instead, she found herself dressed for comfort in her oldest and rattiest pair of jeans, her hair a tangled mess on top of her head, and she’d been schlepping, with great difficulty, what seemed like the two largest suitcases known to man. She thought her face must have been horrifying, what with the dark circles under her eyes and the sleep-smudged mascara running halfway down her cheeks. Val, as her friends lovingly called her, wanted nothing more than to dart out of the airport, peel off her sweat-slicked clothing, plop into her hotel bed, and start fresh tomorrow. 

It had been a horrendously long day. A simple six-hour flight to Vegas turned into a 19-hour odyssey thanks to inclement weather. On the cab ride to the hotel, she didn’t even care to look at the lights illuminating the strip. Normally, her eyes would have been peeled, taking in all the sights and sounds of Sin City as they flashed by the window and melded into one big neon strobe. Instead, she lay her exhausted head down against the inside of the doorframe and drifted off to sleep. Before she knew it, she was shaken awoke by the gruff cabby, drool pooling at the side of her mouth. So attractive.

“International Hotel,” he grunted, his voice an ice bath to her face. As if on autopilot, Valerie stuffed a few crinkled bills into his hands and spilled out onto the hotel's paved entryway in a crumpled, tired heap. The fluorescent bulbs were absolutely blinding, and she felt the rumblings of a searing headache. She fingered inside her purse, hoping to find her sunglasses, and almost broke into tears of joy when she realized she'd remembered to bring them with her. The sweet promise of sleep propelled her legs forward as she pushed the doors open to another world. An arctic blast of air conditioning greeted her. It sent a chill across her sweat-soaked back, making her already uncomfortable clothes feel like shards against her body. 

It was 11 pm, but you'd never know it by the comings and goings in the cavernous, opulent lobby. Smartly dressed men walked arm in arm with elegant women decked out in sequined gowns and impressive bouffant hairdos. It seemed as if everyone was either puffing on cigars or sipping on zippy little cocktails and she could scarcely see more than 10 feet in front of her for all the smoke. Impeccably uniformed bellmen milled about while friendly, peppy reservation agents stood at the ready behind a gigantic marble check-in desk. 

As she moved closer into the foyer and her eyes adjusted to the light that even her sunglasses couldn’t dim, she realized there were Elvis banners, pennants, and signs everywhere. Shit, was it his opening weekend? If only she could afford a ticket! The people buzzing around must have been fans, mingling in every corner of the lobby and all over the first floor of the hotel. Their elegant clothing belied an excited boisterousness, and the energy in the room was absolutely electric. Standing there holding her meager belongings and looking decidedly out of place in her t-shirt and Robert Clergerie knockoffs, she felt as if she’d been plucked from Long Island and dumped on Mars. Scanning the crowd of revelers in their finery, her clothes had never felt so threadbare. 

Even though music was her life, Valerie didn’t have the money to spend on concerts, nor was she the type of person to ask for charity to do so. Her gentle presence caused some to underestimate her and, moving through life with a calm and quiet grace, she often blended into the background. But her soft-spoken voice belied a deep steadiness within (not to mention a wicked sense of humor), and the kind of resolve one attains only from truly having struggled. With her doll-like features and tendency to speak only when she deemed it absolutely necessary, it was easy to mistake her for a fragile and delicate creature. But there was a depth of strength lying just beneath the surface, for Valerie Pedretti’s life had been anything but easy.

Born to a single mother who struggled to make ends meet, Valerie often found herself bouncing from one apartment to another in search of that which eluded her little family most, stability. Her mother worked long hours as a waitress, leaving Valerie home alone for much of the day. The radio became Valerie’s constant companion, and she learned to channel her pain, her hunger, and her uncertainty, into singing. She never knew when her next meal was coming, but she could always depend on her voice to carry her through the bad times.

Ah, her voice. It was a thing of beauty, a rare gift that she honed and fine-tuned to stunning perfection. When Valerie sang, her quiet exterior crumbled to bits, transforming her into a thundering force of nature that could shake the rafters. Transmitting a power that was both breathtaking and awe-inspiring, Valerie’s voice left listeners in a state of bewilderment, for nobody thought it possible that so much power could come from someone so little. 

At seventeen, she dropped out of school to work full-time, toiling away scrubbing floors and flipping pancakes just to help her mom keep the lights on. But even though her weary bones ached and her spirit was tired, her inner light wasn’t entirely dimmed. Valerie refused to give up on her dream of becoming a singer. I’m going to see this through, she told herself as she recorded some songs on her neighbor’s tape deck and sent them away into the ether with a prayer. 

She spent every spare moment rehearsing and writing her own music, and took every odd job related to singing that was made available to her. Any gig was a good one, whether it was singing a jingle for a supermarket or working as a session singer on one-off contracts. One day, she’d even gotten the call to audition for Frank Sinatra in Las Vegas. Well, technically, she didn’t get the call. It was her friend Deena who did, but she’d come down with mono. Nevertheless, this was her shot, and she was going to make the best of it—come hell or high water.  

Someone walking by spilled their drink on her sleeve, and this brought her back to reality. Weaving through the crowd, Valerie found her way to the check-in desk. She cleared her throat.

“I’d like to check in, please.”

“What’s the name of the reservation?”

“Val—uh, Deena Lovelace.”

The blonde woman with a pixie cut whose nameplate said Brenda thumbed the appointment book and, after what seemed like an agonizing wait, found her tired guest’s name. “I’ve got you! You’re in room 2106. Just a moment, please.” She headed into the back to retrieve the key, and Valerie swayed from side to side in order to stay awake. 

In an instant, weighty keys were plunked into her hands. Avoiding direct eye contact, she turned on her heel and hoofed it for her room. The hotel was a dizzying array of turns—this way and that—and in her tired stupor, it reminded her of a twisting maze. Her thudding, ungainly steps were muffled by both the shag carpet and the din of the fans congregating in the reception area. 

However, as she continued her journey, the ambiance gradually shifted. The hum of voices grew fainter, replaced by an overwhelming silence that signaled she was far from the bustling core of the hotel. Finally, she found herself in a secluded spot, standing alone in front of an elevator. She pressed the button and waited, arms aching from the weight of her bulging valises. Inner Valerie cursed herself for packing way too much. 

With no effort at all, she slipped out of her heels and bent her toes backwards and forwards, allowing her feet to relish the feel of the carpet below. It was soft, springy, and just what her aching soles needed. On instinct, she began singing a familiar, yet nameless tune—just a few absentminded bars of sweet little sounds to make the time pass. Notes she’d always turned to when she needed comfort. The thought of washing her face and jumping into bed was the only thing on her mind as the golden doors opened with a tinny ding, only half-startling her out of her exhausted stupor.

The light emanating from the gilt cabin was so intense she hadn’t realized there were people inside. As her eyes adjusted, she quickly shoved her feet back into her shoes, feeling like a complete mess.

"Evening, miss," greeted a man with a shock of red hair and a face peppered with freckles. He held the elevator door with a gesture of gentlemanly politeness, his eyes twinkling with warmth. As she stepped inside, he turned his attention to his companion. The contrast between them was stark.

Beside the redhead in white stood a tall, lean man, exuding an air of effortless elegance. He was dressed head-to-toe in black: sleek trousers, a crisply tailored shirt, and a sharp tuxedo jacket that hung perfectly on his lithe, powerful frame. The one pop of color came from a chic scarf looped around his neck, its pink, black, and white patterns accentuating his perfectly tanned skin. His raven-black hair, styled to perfection, gleamed like quicksilver in the elevator's light. But what really gave him away were the expensive-looking horn-rimmed sunglasses perched atop a flawlessly sculpted nose.

Valerie didn't need a second glance. Even with those sunglasses on, there was no mistaking him. His images, large and in living color, adorned the walls of the hotel's lobby. Everywhere she looked downstairs, his face stared back, and now, she was sharing an elevator with him.

Every ounce of self-awareness about her disheveled appearance vanished instantly, eclipsed by the sheer magnitude of his aura. Her eyes widened to an almost cartoonish extent, and she found herself involuntarily scanning him with exaggerated deliberation—starting from his polished shoes, moving upwards past tailored seams, and culminating at the crown of his meticulously styled hair.

If only he could've peered behind her sunglasses, he'd have seen a gaze not just of surprise, but of utter disbelief. Valerie had never met anyone famous before, let alone a celebrity of his magnitude. 

The man she recognized as Elvis leaned casually against the elevator’s plush wall. His observant eyes, always used to the spotlight, now turned their attention to her. He took in her slumped shoulders and the subtle signs of fatigue etched into her features as she leaned into the far wall across from him.

“You’ve had a long day, haven’t you, honey?” His voice, usually filled with the charisma of a performer, now carried an undertone of genuine warmth and concern. It startled Valerie. 

She nodded, feeling her heart rate pick up. "I—uh, yeah. No. I mean, yes. S-something like that." She cursed at herself for not being as eloquent as she wanted to. 

"Hey,” he soothed. “I get it.” He flashed a smile that seemed to blind her in the already bright cabin. "My name is Elvis, and this here is Red. And who might you be, honey?" 

Her intuition was right—it really was him. As if he needed any introduction. A warm blush colored her cheeks. "Valerie," she murmured, her eyes darting downwards. “My name is Valerie.” A small sigh of relief escaped her lips when she saw her shoes snugly in place on her feet and not in her hands. 

"Val-e-rie," Elvis repeated, rolling the name over his tongue—savoring every syllable. "That's a beautiful name. Are you in town for a show?"

Valerie shook her head. "Technically, yes. Well, no. Just an audition," she replied, her heart thundering in her ears. Her pulse quickened. She wondered if its rhythmic beats were audible. 

“Who for?”

“Frank Sinatra.”

“Too bad. Could’ve used a pretty little voice like yours in my show. Never hurts to have another one,” he chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief and warmth behind his tinted sunglasses. "Well, I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead," Elvis said, chuckling softly. "You have a lovely voice, I can tell."

Suddenly, Valerie’s cheeks scorched and her throat felt tight. "How do you know that?" she managed to stammer.

Elvis laughed again. "Well, darling, I have a sixth sense about these things," he said. "Plus, I heard you humming just as the door opened. You're just a li’l songbird, ain’t you?"

As Valerie tried to process what was happening, her breath grew rapid and shallow. Every ounce of air she inhaled seemed charged with energy. Here was Elvis Presley, the King of Rock and Roll, not more than three feet from her face, complimenting her voice and giving her a nickname on the spot! She was floored. 

Before she could give an answer, Elvis extended a graceful hand and took hers in his. His cold rings practically smoked upon touching the searing heat of her flushed skin. And just as the elevator doors began to part, revealing his floor, Elvis leaned in and whispered with heartfelt sincerity. “Give it your all tomorrow. I’ve got a feeling they’re in for a treat. Knock ‘em dead, songbird.” Valerie shivered. She thought she saw the slightest glimpse of a smirk on his lips. 

Then, wordlessly, he smoothly, almost teasingly, stepped out of the elevator alongside Red. All that remained was a cloud of heady, spicy cologne. So utterly captivated and dizzied by the overwhelming rush of the brief encounter was Valerie that she found herself leaning against the elevator’s cold wall for support, lest her legs give out and she crumple to the floor. “What was that?” she muttered to herself in disbelief, frantically pressing the button for her floor. As she ascended, her ragged breaths slowly returned to normal. Her body, coiled like a spring, gradually loosened. Warmth dissipated from between her legs. 

It was the first time that Elvis Presley and Valerie Pedretti would meet, but it would be the last time he would ever forget her. Little did they both know that their paths would cross again, in a way that would change both of their lives forever. But for now, Valerie was content to sink into her hotel bed and dream of the handsome stranger she had met in the elevator.

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[scarletsaphire]

OOO SOMETHING WITH VALERIE AND HER DAD WE NEED THAT FATHER DAUGHTER BONDING TOO

"Valerie?" Damon asked as he knocked on her bedroom door. It was one of the rare days where she left for school the same time he left for work. He had been planning to offer to drive her to school, instead of her having to take the bus, but he hadn't seen her all morning. If she wasn't up soon, she'd end up missing her morning classes at least. He didn't get any answer when he knocked, so he pushed the door open slowly.

The door creaked when it open just like it always did, and the light from the hallway illuminated Valerie's room. Her curtains fluttered in the breeze of her open window, despite it being mid November. Her bed was made just like it was every morning. "Val?" he called again, pushing the door open further and peeking his head inside. 

Valerie hadn't slept in her bed last night, it appeared. She had instead fallen asleep at her desk, the Red Huntress suit still on, and what appeared to be an English paper half finished and drooled on beneath her head. Damon smiled, soft and sad, at her. After Phantom had revealed her identity to him, he'd tried to talk her out of it. It never worked; she was too much like her mother. Headstrong, confident, determined, and a bleeding heart that would never let anyone else hurt. There had been many anxious nights spent agonizing over her extracurricular activities, but they had found a precarious balance.

Damon made his way into her room, leaving the door open behind him. "I wish you didn't have to work so hard," he whispered, brushing the hair out of her face. She twitched at the contact, but didn't wake up. "Come on, sweetie. Up we go." Damon wasn't the strongest man, but he was stronger than he looked, so with a practiced heave, he lifted Valerie, still sleeping peacefully, into his arms. Carrying her to her bed was a bit more difficult, but every wobbly, strained, step was worth it. 

Damon pulled the blanket up and over Valerie, and left a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep well," he said. "You deserve it." He closed the window and walked back into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. He had to call the school before work today; Valerie would be out sick.

[fanficsfreeideas]

I made Val little ooc

Adam vs Nun Alastor Chapter 8

Vox could not take his eyes off of Alastor as he stepped elegantly onto the rooftop, every movement calculated and precise. It was like seeing a performance for an audience, and Vox was almost drooling with desire. His heart was beating, and his mind was racing with unrestrained thoughts. The sight of Alastor in that habit; he wanted with all of his being to be up there with him, to own and claim him. Vox's fantasies were cut short as the wind suddenly picked up, indicating the First Men's approach.

The three Vees remained still, holding their breath in expectation. However, as time passed and nothing happened, the tension only intensified, the silence growing heavier. "What the fuck is happening?" Vox finally roared, his impatience overtaking his lust. "If I were there, I'd do everything to have my way with Alastor! What is wrong with the "First Men?" Velvette rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with disdain. "Not everyone is a depraved pervert when it comes to fighting."

A sly smile stretched across Valentino's face. "Oh Voxy, it appears that your beloved Radio Demon has an admirer. The First Man seemed unable to look away from him. Vox became enraged and sprang from the couch, stomping about like a spoiled child denied a toy. Velvette teased him with a mischievous smile. "Looks like someone's radio demon is going to be fucked. Isn't it exactly what you wanted?" "You know damn well, that's not what I meant!" Vox yelled in rage. Mixed emotions flooded through him, causing his circuits to misfire. He turned to the television, ranting at Adam, who was staring intently at Alastor. "You bastard! Stay away from him! "He belongs to me!"

Valentino and Velvette couldn't stop laughing at Vox's reaction. "Fuck you both," he responded, his circuits struggling to process conflicting emotions. "Alastor is mine; that asshole better not touch him. "Nevertheless, Velvette gasped sarcastically, "Oh, Vox, it looks like he's going to flirt with your Alastor," as she saw Adam take off his helmet and run a hand through his hair while smiling boyishly. "How adorable!" Valentino made a disappointed noise. "Boring. He has a sexy nun standing at his feet, yet he prefers to court him instead."

Vox seethed with a mix of fury and an unidentifiable emotion as he witnessed the unfolding scene. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of Alastor's face; his typically piercing eyes took on a rare softness, even vulnerability, and seeing this side of him both captivated and frustrated him. Valentino's tongue sprang out to moisten his lips, his head filled with wicked ideas.

Velvette, on the other hand, was captured. She could not believe Alastor, the infamous radio demon, could appear so innocent and charming. Her mind was full of ideas about how she could use him as a model; she imagined herself getting him dressed up, getting him to pose for photos, and capturing that expression.

However, when Alastor finally spoke, all three Vees were stunned. His voice was gentle and hesitant, in stark contrast to his typically assertive and confident tone. "Adam, it's a pleasure to meet you; I'm Alastor." Vox's circuits stuttered in response to Alastor's delicate words, nearly causing a crash. It drove him insane. Velvette and Valentino exchanged knowing looks, their minds already spinning with plans. They noticed the glimmer of unshed tears in Alastor's eyes and knew this was perfect. They could market this vulnerable side of Alastor and sell the fantasy of him as an untouched figure—someone that people would obsess over being the first to claim.

Vox's internal turmoil only intensified as Alastor continued speaking, his voice laced with a desperate plea. "Adam, this is my first time. Be ever gentle with me while we fight,” Valentino's eyes lit up with greed. "Damn it, Vox; we have to have him. Do you have any idea how much money we could make with him? We wouldn't even need to create porn; we could just sell his innocent, virgin act." Velvette blushed at the thought. She couldn't believe how naive Alastor sounded. She agreed with Valentino—this could be their golden ticket without involving anyone else. People would go wild at the idea of being his first and taking his innocence.

The three Vees leaned in, their eyes fixed on Adam's unmoving figure as they waited for Adam's response. The tension was thick, but Adam remained still, not making a move yet. Valentino’s brow furrowed in frustration as he turned to Vox. "What the fuck is wrong with this man? Alastor is practically handing him the opportunity to make the first move, pushing all the right buttons, and he still hasn't reacted." Velvette leaned closer to the screen, studying every twitch of Adam's face. "Is he in love with Alastor?" she mused aloud. The possibility made her heart sink; if Adam truly had feelings for the radio demon, their chances of having him for themselves were slim to none.

However, Vox was beaming with excitement. He could tell by the subtle shift in Alastor's expression that he was about to praise the First Man while also destroying his ego. It was exactly what Alastor had done to him when he pissed him off. Vox couldn't help but grin, eagerly anticipating what was about to unfold. Valentino sat back with an air of anticipation, his sharp gaze fixed on the screen as Alastor began to speak again. His words dripped like sweet honey as he addressed Adam, his voice smooth and persuasive: "My dear, I did all of this just for you. I hadn't put on this habit in so long—until you set me free. It would have stayed hidden in my closet if it wasn't for your involvement and Lucifer's."

"Ouch," Velvette and Valentino said together before turning to look at Vox who couldn't contain his laughter any longer. "The fucker is excellent at complimenting you while shredding your ego to bits. If it doesn't enrage the First Man, Alastor is fighting someone who has fallen in love with him." Vox's laughter died down when he realized what he had just said, his expression turning serious. "He's mine, you fucker; do you hear me? MINE!" He yelled at the screen, forgetting for a moment that the first man couldn't hear him. "Vox, sit your ass down," Valentino scolded, grabbing his arm and pulling him back into his seat. "He can't hear you, but we can," Velvette added, rolling her eyes at Vox's outburst.

Valentino continued to observe, completely absorbed in the scene playing out on the screen. He could see the range of emotions flickering across Adam's face - hope, followed by something darker and more intense, but never hostility towards Alastor. It was something else entirely.

Velvette's sharp eyes caught sight of the rope hanging from the First Man's hip. "Why would he need rope?" she thought aloud, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle before her. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. The way he had been watching Alastor and the tension between them made sense now. Her eyes widened as she came to a startling conclusion - the first man is going to take Alastor but why?

She watched as Alastor attempted to suffocate Adam with his thighs, only to have the First Man kiss and lick them instead. The other two Vees looked on with confusion. Velvette thoughts were interrupted by Vox's shouting at the TV. "That's right, Alastor! Stab that fucker with the daggers I gave you!" How dare that asshole touch what is mine! All three Vees froze as they watched anxiously as Adam knocked the dagger out of Alastor's grasp and lassoed him, pulling him into his chest. Each Vees had a different reaction - shock, anger, arousal - but they all felt the tension rise even higher.

Adam's comments were strong, reprimanding Alastor, but there was something else in his tone that perplexed the Radio Demon. Velvette could see a surprise flash in Alastor's eyes as Adam's hand moved between his thighs, prompting a purr from him. Valentino smirked with approval. "Now that's more my style," he chuckled, noticing Alastor's ears quiver and tail flick in response. But his expression soured when Adam withdrew his hand and instead touched Alastor's face tenderly. "Pathetic display," Valentino remarked bitterly, frustrated by the lack of follow-through from Adam.

Vox was glitching slowly, unable to process the image of someone else touching his Alastor. Valentino examined Vox closely, trying to understand his malfunction. "He was getting into it, and then he suddenly stopped. It's just the worst," he said with disdain. He was about to say more when they heard Alastor's confused voice speak up, "Then explain your friend." Valentino couldn't contain his laughter at the unfortunate turn of events for Alastor. "How unfortunate indeed! His first chance at intimacy and he only gets teased," he taunted, his twisted grin in full display. He turned to Vox, knowing this was his opportunity to take control once the First Man left. "You wouldn't want to leave that poor deer waiting, would you?" Valentino goaded. Vox's circuits were practically short-circuiting at the thought of finally being able to have Alastor all to himself. But before he could fully process this idea, he heard Adam's voice again, speaking words that caused him to stumble back in shock and nearly collide with Velvette.

"I've been searching for you for 20 years. And Bambi, my friend right here, you can’t imagine how many times it has come for you." Adam declared passionately, his love for Alastor evident in every word. "I promised to save you from hell, my love, and I intend to fulfill that promise. I'm sorry I couldn't reach you sooner before Lucifer sunk his teeth into you. But I'm here now." As Adam's words echoed through the room, Vox's usually sharp vision blurred and he covered his eyes, muttering incoherently as the weight of this revelation threatened to overwhelm him and his entire existence.

Valentino's confusion vanished as Adam's words sunk in. Each line was harsher than the previous one, painting a clear image of manipulation and treachery, "Bambi, you have always been in my thoughts." "I was imagining all the ways I could ravish you. Oh my love, believe me when I say that I was ready to take my anger out on the first sinner I came across because of how turned on I was by you." "But then who do I find waiting for me with a tantalizing glimpse of thigh? It was none other than you." A wicked smile crossed Adam's face before he continued, "You were so tempting, but Bambi, I am not one to give in to temptation." But damn, were you tempting indeed? I figured out Lucifer had set a trap. I know that fucker since Eden. "I thought he could place another juicy apple in front of me, and I would take a bite out of it. I may have taken a nibble from your thigh."

Valentino's throat tightened as his usual arrogant face faded. He looked at Vox, who was still muttering in denial, and saw how his form flickered erratically. Velvet stood beside them, feeling pity for Alastor, who was reeling from the revelation. The three watched in quiet as Alastor's face twisted with pain and confusion, understanding he had been given to the First Man as a trade. For the first time, they felt true sympathy. The radio demon is one of their own, a fellow overlord. To see another overlord treated like some prize for the king to trade away further proved how much the king despised and regarded them as less than nothing.

"I'm the reason," Vox muttered, his voice trembling with a profound sense of remorse that threatened to consume him. It was a strange sensation, something he hadn't experienced in years it almost felt unpleasant. He barely registered Valentino and Velvet resting their hands on his shoulders, offering what little comfort they could. "You're not to blame, Vox," Velvet spoke softly "You couldn't have predicted this." But Vox was too lost in his thoughts, his eyes fixated on the television screen as it showed the First Man carrying Alastor's unconscious body away. The image of Alastor's face burned into his mind, haunting him with guilt and regret.

Vox let out a guttural scream, his voice raw and filled with unbridled rage. He began to destroy everything in the room, his powers turning out of control and unleashing chaos with each movement. Screens shattered, wires were yanked from the walls, and every object within reach was obliterated. The once-pristine room now lay in ruins, scattered debris littering the floor. Valentino and Velvet stood back, watching Vox's destructive display with a mix of fear and concern. They had never seen him this vulnerable, emotional, and dangerously unstable before.

In a matter of minutes, the world around them seemed to break apart as Vox's energy surged and faltered. As the truth of the situation dawned on him, his destructive rampage slowly came to an end. His arms dropped to his sides and he stood amidst the destruction, panting heavily. "I'll…I'm sorry," he eventually managed to choke out through strained breaths. But before he could do anything else, his body began to overheat from the intense strain. Valentino sprang into action, rushing forward to catch Vox just as he slumped, his systems shutting down to prevent any further damage. Gently laying him down on the couch, Valentino's expression was grim as he looked down at his unconscious friend.

Velvet loomed over them, her face taut with anger and hopelessness. "There's no way out of this deal, is there?" she asked quietly, already knowing the answer but needing confirmation. Valentino shook his head solemnly, his eyes dropping to Vox's unconscious form. "It's a done deal, Velvet. The king made no restrictions or rules for how Alastor should be taken care of. He belongs fully to the First Man now. Vox will need to accept this. There is nothing anyone can do. Even if we tried to tarnish the king's reputation, nothing would change. Everyone in Hell already knows the king's disdain for them. This only will confirm it. We may deliver it to the princess, but she will forgive him. Because, at the end of the day, we're simply sinners before the king." We nothing more than pawns to be used and discarded. With a defeated sigh, Valentino turned away with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Valentino's words of defeat did not sway Velvet's determination. Perhaps she couldn't save Alastor, but she could still make the king pay for his crimes. A fierce resolve rose within her, and she vowed to make him regret ever thinking he could escape punishment. As a plan began to form in her mind, a cunning smile spread across her lips. She whispered a name to herself, knowing that this demon would be crucial to her revenge. "Rosie," she said quietly, referring to the powerful overlord who had taken Alastor under her protection. Everyone knew that Rosie would go to any lengths to seek vengeance for those she cared about, and Alastor was like family to her.

Rosie agrees to help the princess because of Alastor, and now the king has taken the very thing she cares for away from her. Unless the princess finds a way to solve this it not going to end well for her or the king. Many sinners, hell-borns, and nobles own Rosie’s favors all she has to do is call them in. Velvet finishes downloading the video evidence and walks out of the room with determination. The king will be held accountable for his actions; he will learn that even royalty cannot escape consequences forever, and the princess is either with them or against them. She can forgive her father but others will not.

[disneyanddisneyships]

I imagine this as overlord aponi where I her club instead of val's.

"You wanna say that again?" Aponi asked as she appeared right behind the group of men who were practically drooling over Mal.

"A-aponi! Hahaha! Wha-what a pleasure to have you here! You know the boys and I were just-"

"Save it asshole." Aponi growled as she snapped her fingers, the guy in the back who was touching himself screamed in agony as he toppled over, clutching his groin which had now been cut to ribbons.

"W-we didn't mean nothing by it! We just-"

Aponi cut off the man by putting her hand over his mouth, purple flames burning through his skin as she held up a finger to her lips to signal them to be quiet.

"If I hear anything like this again, I won't be as kind as I have been. Now get out of my club."

@disneyanddisneyships i just think that

Aponi coming to support and watch one of mal's performance would end up with her commiting murder

Cause I did mention that Mal wants attention and gets it in the way that's.. very not family friendly

So imagine what she would hear from the usual people who comes to see Mal's shows/performances.

TW!!!

I'm serious. TW.

TW!!!

"She's so hot.. I'd do anything for a piece of that ass"

"You kidding? She's going to be so easy. She basically gives easy access to her p^ssy every night after the show!"

"She looks drunk.. *chuckles* the things I'd do to her while she doesn't know what's going on.."

"Not that she knows what's going on in general.. she's a bimbo. A hot one. Pretty sure there's nothing going on in her head except for wanting to give one"

*in the very back row of the club* "fuck.. I'm so close.. yeah, show that ass some more.."

"Atleast she's not a stuck-up prude like Aponi. She knows just how lucky she is to be given a body like that.. and she knows how to put it to actual good use."

"I'd fuck her unconsious.. if she gets exterminated I'd steal her corpse and fck it like a sex doll. Just mine."

"Does anyone know where her dressing room is? I'd wanna pay her a good fuck."

Etc. Etc.

And it just kept going.

[estamos-destinadas]

This gifset reminded me of how much Val gives me strong high school jock vibes sometimes -- I’m pretty sure someone here mentioned the same thing, but I forgot who it was -- because of these scenes (excuse the quality):

The way Val leans towards Juls in all three makes me think of a popular jock flirting and being all soft with the quiet girl they have the biggest crush on. (That plain white shirt with the choker? It screams pretty boy girl that every girl everyone fancies.)

So, High School AU idea:

Val is that girl who plays all the sports. After all, the Carvajal mansion has all those sports facilities. (I imagine that she and Guille often played together growing up, and sometimes Sergio gets invited.) That, along with the fact that she’s very rich and very pretty, makes her super popular among both boys and girls in school.

Meanwhile, Juls is the quiet artsy student. She’s a new transfer, and she tries her best not to stand out. Perhaps she’s on a scholarship and she doesn’t want to get into any trouble. However, I prefer to think that Lupé works at the school so Juls studies there as part of a staff benefits program.

Juls notices Val on the very day she starts at her new school. It’s difficult to miss her; she has dozens of admirers following her, and everywhere she goes people always go out of their way to say ‘hi’ to her. But also, Val is really nice, and she always has a ready smile for everyone. Juls’ admiration crush grows when she goes to one of Val’s games for the first time.

So Juls admires Val from afar, believing that Val -- a very popular girl a year older than her -- doesn’t even know she exists.

She couldn’t be further from the truth.

The thing is, despite the fact that Juls is a quiet student, anyone with eyes can’t miss how cute she is. You know how in high school when there are new transfers (or first years) and stupid boys always talk about who the pretty ones are? It’s like that, and Val’s group of male friends -- Sergio among them -- definitely talk about Juls the first couple of weeks after she started at the school.

So Val listens to her friends talk about the cute new girl is and even though she doesn’t say it out loud, she most definitely agrees with them. Not only that, she’s seen Juls around drawing in a notebook or making crafts, and her interest goes deeper than any of her friends’. There are moments where Val is surrounded by her admirers but whenever Juls is nearby she just keeps sneaking glances at her.

Juls doesn’t approach Val; she thinks that the most popular girl in school will never give her the time of day beyond a quick ‘hi’ and a smile. She’s not extremely shy, but come on, it would take an extraordinary level of boldness for a new girl who’s at the school because of staff benefits to approach a popular older girl whose family probably donated a huge amount of money to the school.

Val doesn’t approach Juls either. She’s always surrounded by other people, and it’s not that she doesn’t want to be seen with Juls, but, if she ever manages to introduce herself to Juls, she doesn’t want people to witness and gossip about it. She’s been there with people gossiping about her relationship with Lucho, her ex-boyfriend. Besides, she saw Sergio try to talk to Juls -- with a gaggle of other boys behind him -- and Juls looked like a trapped animal. Val doesn’t ever want to make her feel that way.

It takes some time, maybe several weeks or even months, but they finally get to interact.

So...

I imagine they’re both good in class so there will be no tutoring of one by the other. But maybe, on top of Val playing a lot of sports, she also writes for the school paper. They need a new illustrator so their editor-in-chief posts a bulletin about it. Juls tries out for and gets accepted to the position. At their next club meeting, Val and Juls finally get introduced. Juls is totally amazed because she didn’t know that Val can write too. She gets all shy with Val, but it’s okay because Val becomes all awkward and clumsy. So that first meeting is just them being shy and awkward with each other, while the other students stare at them in half-fascination and half-amusement because wow, they are so gay for each other. They get over the shy and awkward phase eventually, but they never stop being gay for each other.

- or -

They meet properly at the school waiting shed, after school on a rainy day. Juls was finishing an assignment and instead of going home immediately, she decides to wait the rain out before taking the bus. Val just got done with sports practice. Her driver is maybe five minutes away waiting for her text asking to be picked up, but when she sees Juls in the shed all by herself, she finally introduces herself. They hit it off immediately, finding each other more and more interesting with each passing minute. They talk for over an hour, even after the rain has stopped. They only notice the time when Juls gets a text from Lupé asking where she is. Val offers to give Juls a ride home, and Juls readily accepts, wanting to keep talking to Val for even half an hour longer. Juls also realises that Val could have left whenever she wanted, she didn’t need to wait the rain out with Juls but she did, and that makes her feel all kinds of things. The next day, they seek each other out -- maybe tentatively on Juls’ part -- and they decide to get lunch together. They keep seeking each other out from that point forward.

- or -

Val’s team lost a game because she missed a last shot/goal/point and she’s crying by herself in an empty classroom. Juls passes by and all the things that stopped her from talking to Val before are thrown out the window because she can’t stand seeing Val cry. So she approaches her and, like in the series, Val says she wants to be alone. Juls makes to leave immediately but when Val looks up she sees that it’s Juls so she asks her to stay. Juls cheers her up and makes her forget about the losing game. The day after, Val makes the extra effort to shake off her hangers-on so she can ask Juls to lunch (outside of school) as a way to thank her for the previous night. Juls accepts, of course, and they become inseparable after that.

- or -

Same as the last one, Val’s team lost because of a shot she wasn’t able to make. (In this scenario, the game is specifically basketball.) Frustrated with herself, she stays in court practicing until well after school hours. Like the last one, Juls passes by. She doesn’t approach Val, but she does stand rooted to the spot, mesmerised, as she watches her make shot after shot. Eventually, Val notices her watching; Juls apologises for intruding and starts to leave. Val tells Juls that she doesn’t have to go on her account. Juls, feeling that pull towards Val, takes that as invitation to approach and they finally introduce themselves properly to each other. Juls says something about the lost game that makes Val laugh and not feel so bad about it. She also says that she only really started understanding the sport after seeing Val’s games, and Val realises that Juls has actually been to all her games. Val is super charmed; she smiles like an idiot and doesn’t speak for minutes. Not that Juls is any better, with Val standing in front of her all sweaty. Eventually, after minutes and minutes of them just staring and smiling at each other, Val asks Juls if she wants to go grab dinner together, adding that whispered and breathy ‘porfa’ for good measure. Juls can’t say no, not that she ever wants to. After that, Juls starts sitting closer to the court when she watches Val’s games, her cheers louder. And sometimes, she would wear one of Val’s old jerseys with the bold printed ‘CARVAJAL’ on the back when she’s working on a big art project. That, along with the fact that they are always together when they’re not in class, leaves no doubt in anyone’s mind as to what they are to each other.

--and so...

They become high school sweethearts, but of course, their story goes beyond that.

[thefanficmonster]

It’s Only Fair

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Minor Spoilers for RE8: Village

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: It’s all fun and games while Corpse is simping over Lady Dimitrescu, seeing as how Y/N herself isn’t immune to that woman’s charms. However, things get ‘serious’ when Corpse has to deal with his girlfriend making heart eyes at the hammer wielding final lord - Heisenberg.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for this incredible request - it hit close to home, not gonna lie hehe. Thank you so much for the opportunity you gave me with this request, I had a ton of fun turning it into a fic and I hope you have at least half as much fun reading it! Love, Vy ❤

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t Heisenberg remind you of Lucas from the seventh game? I don’t know, all this speakers communication is giving me flashbacks I’m not too fond of. That guy traumatized me.“ Y/N shudders in her seat from where she’s observing Corpse’s gameplay while keeping tabs on the speeding chat, answering as many of the comments as she can.

“No idea. Never played the game.“ Corpse wheezes out, feeling the pressure’s on and working up a little bit of a sweat seeing as how this is the last lord he’ll have to battle before probably having to square up with Mother Miranda. The fact he’s running low on ammo has been stressing him out but luckily he has Y/N there to comfort him every time. She doesn’t even need to use words to do so or even ask him what’s wrong - just placing her hand on his knee allows him to feel relaxed and as though everything will be alright even though it probably won’t be if he doesn’t collect some money, ammo or supplies for making ammo soon.

“Wooow, fake fan, huh?“ Y/N pokes his side teasingly, “No, nevermind, I know exactly why you chose to play this, skipping all the previous ones in the process.“ She prods on, continuing to mess with Corpse who gives her a side-smile after having held on a still face for such a long time, features frozen in his focused and on-edge state.

He rolls his eyes, deciding to play her game, “Oh yeah? Why do you think that is?”

She scoffs, “Maybe cause thee other games don’t have 9ft tall vampire ladies? I don’t know, I’m just shooting in the dark here.” She delivers another poke to his side, giggling devilishly as she does so.

Corpse quickly takes hold of her hand, murmuring: “Maybe...” under his breath before bringing it to his lips and giving her knuckles a kiss.

Y/N wiggles her hand free from his grasp, mock-offended by his words, “Knew it! I freaking- Whoa, hello there, sir.” She cuts herself off as the game enters into a scripted cutscene, showing off the final lord in all his glory. “Who is you?”

“Y/N, Heisenberg. Heisenberg, Y/N.” Corpse laughs, “I forgot you missed the episode where he was first introduced.” 

“Damn do I regret that now.“ She whispers, eyes glued to the game instead of the screen of her laptop where she’s been fetching comments flying by. No one can blame the girl, she’s got a justified reason to be distracted. “Wish we met sooner, Mr. Heisenberg.“

Corpse finds his jaw on the floor in an instant as his head snaps to face his girlfriend, “Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Y/N frowns, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend as she finally brings herself to tear her eyes off the screen where now the game has been paused. “What? You now get to complain? After I didn’t say shit about you drooling all over Lady Dimitrescu? It’s only fair I get my own simp-worthy subject, don’t you think?”

Corpse rolls his eyes, “This deal doesn’t seem like it’ll benefit you much - I get a hot, classy and rich vampire lady and you get...” he motions at the screen, his face twisting in a displeased expression, “...him.”

“Oh trust me, I’ll be perfectly benefited, don’t ya worry.“ She shoots him a wink, cackling quietly yet evilly at the shock-disappointment het comment is met with on her boyfriend’s part. “What?“ She asks though laughter, “He’s hella hot!“

“Ok, that’s it.“ Corpse gets up, pushing the desk chair Y/N’s sitting in forward, rolling it on its wheels towards the door, “You’ll be in exile until this chapter’s done with. I can’t have you simping all over the place, it’s bad for business. I mean, if you fall for guys who look like him, God knows what people will think I look like.“

“Well, you do need a shower but...“ Y/N comments through a fit of giggles, kicking her legs as to get up and off the chair but by the time she’s able to react, he’s already rolled her out in the hallway and shut the door of the recording room behind himself as though she can’t just open it and walk back in. Which is exactly what she does, much to his dismay - but she only pokes her head inside, “You’re right, it’s bad for your image, so I’ll clarify.“ She clears her throat, raising her voice as for it to be picked up by Corpse’s mic from across the room, “The two men in question don’t look at all alike, folks! Heisenberg is way hotter than Corpse!“

“OUT!“ Corpse shouts, sounding as threatening as he can while laughing his ass off alongside Y/N who has followed his ‘order‘ and stepped out in the hallway where her laughter can still be heard. “Guess the longer I don’t shower, the hotter I’ll appear to Y/N. Remind me to buy myself a cape as well. Wonder how much factories cost around the West Coast...“

“COPYCAT!“ Comes Y/N’s shout from outside the door, causing Corpse to break out in another fit of laughter.

Never did Corpse think he’d be trying to cop the ranks of a video game villain but here he is, actually googling the price of cape coats and he’s never felt more bemused with himself - ok, that may or may not be a lie considering he’s really digging the coats he finds for sale online.

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[ask-rp-devra]

A few more days passed, the whole island was preparing to lose two staff members for a short while so ther was a handful of new Pokemon squads on patrols, and a lot of handing over of work to Professor Grey and Pari who were happy to stay behind for the time being. Seeing as the trip to the Crown Tundra area in Galar was looming, peach had put in special permission to bring along Valka, her age and subsequently monstrous skill made her usually unable to travel, trained to a fine point, putting her in a gym battle or a league seemed very unfair, but the locals seemed to think she’d fit the bill, Professor Magnolia had mentioned the abundance of legendary Pokemon in the area, so it would seem wise to take along a Pokemon that was able to hold its own.

With bags packed and bodies in seats the woman and her apprentice began the trip back to Galar, not only to collect more data on the new areas, but also to gather Devra’s team mates up to bring back to the island. The flight back was fine, Peach slept, drooling a bit, legs tucked up in the plane seat, her single Pokemon stashed for the journey, it felt uncomfortable having Valka in her pokeball, it didn’t happen often.

Devra had spent most of her free time packing for the trip, and the rest of it bonding with the two Pokémon she’d be bringing to the tundra. She had to make sure Aliza and her newest Pokémon Coal were strong enough to hold up in the tundra. Fiona helped her load with training her daughter, trusting her human to take care of Aliza but also wanting to make sure she’d be okay too. Now that they were on the plane Devra sat in the window seat, watching the clouds go buy. As they got closer to landing she gently nudged Peach. “Professor? We’re almost there.” She then looked out again, excited to see her mom again, as well as all of her other Pokémon.

Peach grunted, awoke with a jolt, and looked around, dazed and somewhat still very asleep, looking rather disheveled. Drool sticking hair to her face, squinty tired eyes, and a miserable headache. Water and pills as she waited to get the green light to get off the plane, and finally see her partner again, the ball sat in her pocket, in her hand, waiting patiently.

by the time they had disembarked, got their luggage and had caught a flying taxi towards Devra’s home, they had been able to finally take in the scenery, and enjoy the view as they made their way back to postwick, a quiet little town full of wooloo keepers and families.

“you must be happy to get home, see the family, you’re old Pokemon.”

Devra had given the corviknight a warm hello when they were picked up, being familiar with his taxi team. “I’m super excited. I told mom we were coming the other day. I think she’s going to have tea and cake waiting for us. I think you’ll be happy for the tea. She says my Pokémon have all been keeping an eye out for me. I have a feeling there’s going to be a mob when I get of the taxi.” She laughed as she saw her house come into view, here eyes bright and happy.

The pair thanked the taxi driver, and his delightful Pokemon, watching them fly off, leaving them outside a quaint little home, the front door swinging open in haste, a woman stepping out, presumably Devra’s mother? Peach smiled a bit, trying to come off as pleasant, and let Dev take the lead here. In her pocket she could feel the pokeball shake, Val trying to get out.

“not yet bud, let’s just get settled, not long now.” She murmured very quietly, not drawing any attention to herself.

Devra glanced over at Peach, her own poke balls in hand. “You can let her out now Peach. Most of my guys know to be polite around new visitors.” She let out Coal and Aliza, the young ponyta snorting as she was finally able to stretch out. Devra quickly explained things to them before a loud cry was heard from the side of the house. “Oh boy...give me a second.” She got up and quickly put some space between the little group and the hoard of Pokémon coming at her. She soon disappeared in a mass of excited cries, her laugher still being heard.

This was...expected. Peach had caught Devra chatting on her phone across videos to a lot of these Pokemon, all shapes and sizes, so she took a perch on the fence out of the way, and let the mob rush over and get their affection out of their systems. The poor girl within the crowd was far from unhappy about it all, they seemed like relatively well behaved Pokemon. While the ruckus went on, she release her darling fire type, who shook her whole body thoroughly, hating the feel of pokeballs, sending little embers out of her fine fur, before seeing the group, and scaling a tree to be as far out of the way as possible. Peach looked up to her, a small almost unnoticeable grin on her face. “you’re probably right to get some distance, never been one for socialising hey buddy.” She grumbled, folded her legs up under her and sat like a loaf in the tree.

As Devra made her rounds through the mob, four figures bounded over to the grumpy woman. Two of them were applin, both rolling around at her feet. Then a smaller than normal dreepy floating slightly behind the excited little ponyta that stood happily in front of peach.

The quad of new and quite familiar Pokemon approached, Peach for once had no snacks in her pockets, fresh from the airport with its restrictions, she rummaged to no avail.

“ah sorry guys, I normally have snacks on me, I’ll have to go shopping sometime soon.” Instead holding her hand out to see if they wanted to sniff. The applin had her attention in particular, her trip to Galar was cut short due to a medical emergency back at the labs, so she never had a chance to catch any or observe them. “you’re all certainly very strong looking aren’t you.” The ponyta reminded her of home, in a weird way, growing up with the species just being around, she became use to them from an early age, though this youngster was Galarian and very different in appearance.

Devra looked over at peach and grinned, seeing her with four particular Pokémon. She managed to make her way over to the little group, her Gardevoir holding onto her harm as she went. “Looks like you met your surprise.”

“my what?” She was a little dense at times, head empty. By this point they’d gotten a bit closer to her, she had been able to pet them all a little, besides the Dreepy who was a little more shy from the looks of it. Val stayed high up and observed quietly, she was use to sharing her human, this was not new to her.

“Your surprise! You were so excited when you saw the Pokedex entries for applin, and curious about Dreepy. So I thought I’d get you a gift for all the help you’ve given me. The ponyta is kind of a bonus. The dreepy has gotten kind of attached to him, so I don’t think it would be smart to split them up.” She laughed as she was hugged buy the gallede as well, the two obviously fond of their human.

“wow, that’s really thoughtful of you, you know you didn’t have to do all this right? But thank you regardless.” Peach didn’t think she’d be getting a few team mates so fast, some may have to go home for now, they’d be too young for battling in the Crown Tundra just yet. “‘what do you all think then? You want to see if we get along? Don’t have to stick with me if you gave it a try and don’t enjoy it, but it’d be nice to get to know you all a lot more for sure.” She directed her questions to the Pokemon before her, not focusing on the little ghost type too much to not freak them out. It would certainly be nice to have the company, and there was no other fox pokemon so Val wasn’t bothered by their presence at all. With so many around it really felt a bit more like home.

Devra laughed as the applin bounced happily. “Oh don’t you worry. They’ve been super excited to meet you. I’ve been telling all about you and what you do for Pokémon. The dreepy has been excited too, but he’s just a little shy.”

“oh! So you all knew me before I even knew you, well that explains why you all came over so quickly.” The woman laughed a bit, noticing Val descend from the tree behind them, sitting bout a meter back from the others, there was a shimmer you could almost not notice around her, she was putting up a barrier to give herself some space, but seemed rather calm and not at all in discomfort around these new faces. Peach shifted to the side a bit, gesturing to her beloved partner. “well then everyone, meet Valka, she’s...well, family. hopefully you’ll all get along and learn a lot from each other. If you’re worried or want some advice, please ask me or Val and we’ll try to help.” Her attention shifted to the Dreepy who was still hiding a bit behind the Ponyta.

“‘Ah, and don’t worry little guy-“ her eyes glanced about secretively, trying to be a little less scary with her expressions, softening as she whispered a little to him. “‘you and me can be shy together, I’m not great with big crowds or lots of eyes on me either. If you ever think it’s too much for you, you can hide behind me and I’ll scare off whoever’s bothering ya, I’ll be the brave one when you can’t.” She did laugh, this wasn’t the first shy Pokemon she’d had to handle, and they had a lot of love to give normally, just took time to get them comfortable. Her attention now off of him, she let Val so her usual thing, advance to the group, sit in her lap, and discuss with the others, get ting to know them a bit. One applin seemed happy to crawl up onto the professors shoulder, the other wiggling up next to her leg where she sat.

“‘honestly Dev they’re all darlings, I’m sure we’ll all get along great in time.”

She grinned happily as she watched Peach with the little group. “I’m really glad it worked out. I was a little nervous that they still might be too shy. Well, besides the dreepy. Oh!” She dug in her bag and pulled out an odd looking apple. “I almost forgot this! It’s a Sweet Apple. You can use it to evolve one of the applin into an appleton.” There was a happy rumble from behind her as her own Appleton stepped forward. “There’s another apple called a Tart apple that can get you a flapple like mine too. But I haven’t been able to find one yet.”

The mention of the specific fruits found in Galar caught the professors attention, also noticing the big rounded Pokemon approach upon seeing it. The Appleton was actually surprisingly small for a dragon type, shin height, and possibly the cutest looking thing peach had seen in a while. She accepted the fruit thankfully and had to look it over, sniffing it, and all too tempted to take a bite to figure out what it’d be best suited to, from the name, it’d be a really good eating apple, the tart one however would be a cooking sort no doubt.

“ill have to keep my eye out, I must have missed this all last time I was here, good thing you kept your eyes peeled for this.” She let everyone of the new youngsters around her have a chance at looking over the apple too, even Val took a sniff. It was always good to let them see as much of the world as possible, and all the items it contained.

“Maybe one of the pair will like the chance to evolve one day, they’ve probably had time while staying here to meet your pair of Pokemon who chose to evolve, so who knows.” She looked to the two Applin who she had become very fond of quite quickly, they had surprisingly big personalities for such small species, giving each other grief at any given opportunity, like bickering siblings. “they’ll figure it out when they are ready.”

She smiled as she glanced back at the house, waving to her mom as she came to meet them now that the chaos had settled down. “My moms name is Olivia by the way. Not sure if I told you that.”

“you did not.” She said matter of factly, and stood to greet the woman who looked very happy to see her daughter. The woman herself had a fair bit of resemblance to Devra, they shared a few mannerisms too peach noticed while offering a smile and a handshake, which did slightly throw Olivia, she had intended to go for a hug, but saw the social queue and changed it up.

“it’s really nice to meet you, you’re daughters been a real asset out in Johto, you should come and visit her some time perhaps, see what she gets up to.”

Olivia smiles warmly at Peach as she shook hands with her. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you as well Professor. Devra has told me so much about you and the island. I’ll have to make a trip out some time. I’ve been meaning to take a holiday for some time now.” She then turned to her daughter and gave her a massive hug, inviting both of them inside for a rest before they continued their trip.

[randompersonnumber3]

Looking Awesome, Feeling Helpless

More Huskerdust flavored fanfic because I can’t stop myself. This is mostly just Angel and his thoughts during what we see in the Addict music video, with our favorite spider also having the kitty’s absence on his mind because I can’t help myself.

If they didn’t want me to obsess over these things they wouldn’t have put it in the Instagram is all I’m saying.

TW: Non-content sexual abuse. Nothing that isn’t in the ADDICT music video

Angel sipped the free coffee he got from some weirdo backstage as he peaked out from behind the curtains at the audience that filled the strip club. It was a full house but that wasn’t a surprise. Everyone wanted a piece of him. He scanned for any familiar faces. Ugh. Travis was there, the miserable pathetic sack of shit he was. Val was sitting at his key spot, the two broads he always had with him hanging on his arms. 

He didn’t see Husk anywhere. Why did that bother him so much? It wasn’t like they were close, but he had personally given the kitty a ticket and he just blew him off. Husky probably didn’t realize how much it meant to Angel for him to show up to this. It’s not like he told anyone. Not even his bestie Cherri. Okay, he may have told Fat Nugget but his precious baby wasn’t going to blab momma’s secret like that.

He pulled back to finish getting ready. He didn’t really want to put on this show but it’s what Val wanted because apparently the asshole wasn’t already swimming in enough dough. Fucking jackass.He set down the drink and stared at the mirror to get himself into the right head space. Just had to get through this and please Val. Okay… okay….

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The show had gone well. Angel had raked in the tips like always, and no one even got on him when he kicked Travis in the face. He definitely needed that bit of stress relief during the show. 

He finished his cigarette and tossed the butt on to the street as Val walked with his bitches. “Good show, Angelcakes” one of Val’s hands moved to Angel’s ass. It made his skin crawl. He wanted to shrink away and curl up with Fat Nuggets, hidden and away from all of this.

Instead he forced a smile, “Did you expect anything else from me?” He eyed the street, not sure if the limo coming sooner would be good. “Didn’t see Vox there. Making sure I don’t steal your boyfriend?”

Valentino grabbed his jaw roughly, “How many times do I have to tell you Angel baby, lose the attitude.” He hissed, red smoke surrounding Angel. Angel made a slight noise of pain but before Val could do more the limo pulled up to the street.

He got in and Val sat next to him, the moth demon wrapping one of his arms around the spider. Angel hated the limo. Not all limos, Charlie’s limo had the cool window switch which made it a step up above Val’s limo, even without the liquor. He just hated THIS limo. It made him feel trapped and unable to escape. 

Thankfully Val was busy counting his money, giving Angel some time to not focus on being Val’s well behaved bitch. He watched the streets as they drove by, and for whatever reason his mind kept going how he wished Husk had been there. 

Why though? He doubted the cranky old man could keep him safe from Val. Val was an overlord of Hell and Husk was just a cute kitty. Though with Husk’s temper he could still see him trying to defend Angel… if he caught him at a good moment. Angel had a small smile at the thought and allowed himself a brief fantasy of Husky taking down Val. It wasn’t something that could realistically happen, but it was fun to imagine.

His brief moment of escape was ruined as Valentino pulled him onto his lap. Angels heart pounded in his chest. He knew what was coming, and he didn’t want this. Valentino went to kiss him and Angel pulled away. He wanted out of this trap. But this spider was somehow caught in a web made by a giant moth demon. Valentino forced him into the kiss and would force him into everything that would follow suit…

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At last he was home. He slammed the door to the hotel and walked through the lobby. Husk was at his bar, asleep in his own drool with an empty bottle still in his claws. So that’s what happened. Kitty had too much to drink and passed out. He felt a mix of emotions about it. He was happy that Husk hadn’t intentionally ducked out on him, but it wasn’t a good enough reason to negate the hurt. Angel lit a cigarette as Husk’s snores started to fade. The spider demon quickly left the lobby to get to his room. He didn’t want to talk to him. 

Angel stopped as he reached the second floor and leaned on the railing to stare out. Fuck, he needed some good drugs right about now. But no, he needed to avoid “problematic” shit if he was going to stay here without Vaggie threatening to kill him again and sending him to double Hell. It was idle threats but he wasn’t in the mood for that shit. He watched Husk from above the groggy old man went to clean up his drool and Angel began to sing to himself, “I’m addicted… to the sorrow… when the buzz ends by tomorrow…”

“Angel?” A hand reached out to touch his shoulder causing Angel to jump. For a split second he was irrationally terrified it was Val wanting to take more from him. But no, it was just Ms. Perky Charlie. Judging by her face she hadn’t expected that reaction but Angel wasn’t in the mood to care. He flipped her the bird, heart still pounding in his chest. He didn’t want to talk to her either. She would just say some inspirational bullshit about having faith and blah blah blah. He just couldn’t handle that naive optimism right now.

He finished his trek to his room. Fat Nuggets came to greet him and he picked his little hell boar up. Charlie’s unintentional startling off him still had him on edge and memories of what Val liked to do whenever he had a chance was still haunting his brain. He couldn’t even admire himself in the mirror without thinking about it. He tossed the unfinished cigarette into an ashtray and laid down on his lonely bed.

His mind kept on going back to Husk as he tried to avoid thinking about Val. He had to remind himself that Kitty wasn’t trying to hurt him. Besides, it's not like Angel was known for… these feelings. He was a porn star sex worker in Hell. He flirted with fucking every guy he came across. Husk might not even be into guys, anyways. But… even if Husk sincerely rejected him, he would rather be here in this hotel with him and his unrequited feelings than back at the Studio with the assholes who ran it. “Maybe things won’t be so terrible inside this hotel.” He told Fat Nuggets and himself. Fat Nuggets seemed to agree and gave him a kiss on his cheek, and for the first time that night, Angel gave a genuine smile.

[serialxsocial-a]

He isn't stupid. Velvet might be a doll, but not of the kind that shatters under the softest touch - if anything, it's HER to break others and put pins in them. And yet. And yet. "Someone botherin' you, Vel?" He casts a quick glance at the crowd, then his eyes are back on her, his smile as vicious as ever. "Do I gotta rip the heart outta some motherfucker's chest?"

It’s rare when Velvet’s smile isn’t lustrous, and even rarer when she isn’t smiling at all. She’s curled up in her seat, eyes lidded lazily as she scrolls absent-mindedly through her phone.

Val’s voice would be the thing to pull her from whatever train of thought she was riding. Eyes glancing up at the looming demon. His inquiry would earn a small smile pulling on her lips.

A low hum in thought. Was something bothering her? Not in particular. It’s all just... Odd.

She doesn’t like this place. It’s crowded and smothering, yet she still feels so. Small.

It flooded memories she thought she buried a long time ago. The feeling numbing her fingers. Making her chest feel hollow. Her mind buzzing.

Since when was Velvet ever so quiet?

Instead of voicing anything, she merely plastered a smile. “A lil’ gift like that never hurts anyone important, yeah?” Her eyes move, locking with a blonde, succubus looking demon. One she knows was drooling all over Val’s arm earlier.

A glint in her eye. A single finger pointing.

“Why don’t’cha go make that one scream for me.”

[eightiesrockbaby]

Line By Line

Chapter One: Drink, Snort and Blow

Description: A tale of two young, haywire carousers and their turbulent relationship. Party girl Angelica Davis likes to think she has a love for chaos, but, perhaps the chaos of new-found love Nikki Sixx is just too much to handle.

Word Count: 1,922

Warnings: Language, mentions of drugs, sex and alcohol.

Click here to find my masterpost!

Notes: Alrighty, here’s chapter one of something I probably won’t update whatsoever! Jks, I’ll try by best, but like, no promises. Also this is the first thing I’ve written as part of this fandom so I’m pretty nervous about that, too! Anyways, enjoy <3

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Loud and messy; the only motto twenty-one year old Angelica Davis seemed to live by. And a Saturday night on the strip was certainly that. Fuck, any night on the strip was like that. You could hear the music blaring, bottles smashing and crowd cheering from miles out. And that’s what made it home.

It was already well past one, and Angelica - along with her two roommates - had drank, snorted and blown everything they could in the last three clubs they’d been in. The girls weren’t exactly the shy type. Maybe that’s why boys took a shining to them, Angelica in particular.

The trio had built themselves a reputation on the strip as a gang of chaotic revellers. Their faces were well-known on the scene - much to the girls’ enjoyment of course. They danced with the devils of the night and laughed about it every waking moment. However, their disorderly behaviour did get them into some trouble from time to time, and tonight was no different.

Cut to the three girls racing down a side road just off of the strip; mannequin and car-keys in hand - and an angry chubby man chasing the wind behind them.

“You fucking bastards!” The man screamed at the girls breathlessly. The belt of his black dressing gown trailed behind him on the wet ground as the man finally slowed his pace. “I’m calling the cops! You better watch your asses!”

The girls continued running, giggling and wheezing as they turned another corner - this time out of sight of their victim. Angelica looked back and, realising the man was no longer chasing them, came to a halt. Man, mannequins were fucking heavy.

“Here,” she took the male figure off her black leather-wrapped shoulders and nodded at Valerie to take over. After Val hesitantly took the model, Angelica rearranged her hair and looked on at a coughing Nancy bent over in a squat-like position. She patted her wheezing roommate softly on the back, all while a proud grin spread across her face.

“Where the fuck even are we, man?” Valerie asked the girls after steadying the mannequin on her bony shoulders. The three looked around them, a look of confusion etching its way onto their faces. The road was dark; no streetlights could guide them out of this one.

Angelica laughed, “Don’t have a clue, let’s just keep walking. There’ll be a party somewhere along the way.” They looked at each other, nodded in agreement and began to walk down the damp sidewalk.

The girls walked for a short while, twenty minutes maybe, all while discussing their recent stolen gems. It wasn’t completely unusual for the girls to go knocking on doors asking men to ‘take them home’ after a night on the strip. Though, usually they’d get the man to drive around for a bit until the girls found an interesting enough party to go to. Either that or one of them would let him fuck her and then they’d bale. Depends what kind of a night they were having. And what kind of guy they picked up.

Though, when Nancy saw the mannequin in the back of this guy’s car she couldn’t resist taking it. And as per, the other two followed suit. Just so happens that this time ‘following suit’ meant Valerie flirtatiously distracting the man enough to let Angelica steal his car keys. They had planned to somehow get him out of his car and drive off, but that was a bit too far fetched - even for them. Instead, the minute Valerie stopped palming the guy through his robe he realised his keys were missing and began throwing a fit.

A few twists in the road later, and the girls were met by a friendly face outside of an all-familiar apartment building. Despite not being entirely sure on how they got here, the girls were glad to be somewhere they knew they could chill out for a bit.

“Hey T-bone,” Angelica took her hands out of her pockets to give her fuck-buddy a hug. Well, they’d only fucked once - and it was just after Tommy had broken up with his girl of the month. Poor Tommy; the man falls in love way too fast and way, way too hard. She took care not to spill the bottle of beer he held in his hand.

“What’s up, Angel? What’s with the mannequin?” He laughed and pointed at Val - the blonde now visibly struggling to keep it on her shoulders any longer.

“Stole it from a randomer near the strip. Think it’ll be a fun addition to your apartment?” Angelica chittered slightly, the early morning air was getting to her and the blood-thinning alcohol certainly didn’t help her case.

“Yeah. Listen, you guys wanna come in for a bit?” Tommy nodded over at Nancy. She was using her long brown hair as a shield from the spring winds that hit from the side of the building. “Come meet the new band members.” He had a proud smile printed on his face as he scratched his chest with his one empty hand.

“Oh, so you’ve got yourself a band now have you?” Angelica chuckled lightly as she took Tommy’s beer bottle from his grasp and sipped on it, “We’ll go up for a bit.” With that, she kissed Tommy lightly on the cheek and motioned for the girls to follow her up the fire-escape stairs. Valerie decided against taking the mannequin, of course. It now lay discarded on the sidewalk. However, the stolen keys still made an outline in the back pocket of Angelica’s black leather trousers.

“You’ll have to use the window!” The girls heard Tommy shout up at them. The music was pretty loud, and people decorated the staircase like stray cats. After crawling in the white paint-chipped window, the three split up.

Each of them had a different game plan when they went out; for Nancy, it was finding the best drugs the place had to offer and sucking up to whoever dealt them. Usually she managed to score something for free, or for a blow job. But that basically meant free anyways..right?

Valerie chose a different route; mainly deciding to hang out with girls and talk about nails, hair, sex...you know, the usual girly chat. It was somewhat of a guilty pleasure of hers - the other two roommates weren’t the most feminine in those respects, so she enjoyed conversing about the magazine gossip every now and then.

And Angelica, well, she could do pretty much anything she wanted. Apart from joining in on Valerie’s chats. Most of the more ‘generic’ girls on the strip didn’t tend to like her. They were mainly just jealous over the fact that every man that walked through the door would undoubtedly drool at the sight of Angelica and not them. What can she say? Teased purple hair was definitely an attention-grabber.

She settled herself in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Jack from the grimey white worktop. She looked around for familiar faces, but to no avail. She leaned over the countertop and overlooked the living-room area in front of her, holding the bottle of whiskey up to her lips and slowly chugging it. If all else fails, drink.

“Excuse me!” Angelica spun herself round, feeling a tap on her lower back and a slurred shout in her ear. A guy - maybe early twenties - was in the traditional marriage proposal position, only this time there was no ring. In its place was a small silver tray with a couple lines on it and a straw. Angelica grinned. Finally, someone was speaking her damn language.

“Would you be so kind as to...” The man slurred his words as he motioned down at the tray before him. He looked up at Angelica, though his eyes were mostly covered by overly-teased jet black hair, so it was hard for her to tell if he was really looking at her or not.

“Why of course, my love.” The slightly buzzed reveller immediately picked up the straw from the glimmering tray and began vacuuming up the white mess before her.

She threw her head back, rubbing the end of her nose and grabbing onto the stranger’s shoulders for support.

She grinned as she saw the man below her slowly stand up in appreciation of her skills. It was as though he was speechless, so Angelica took the initiative to put her hand out for him to shake.

“Angelica.” She stated. The stranger didn’t shake her hand, rather he kissed her knuckles and afterwards placed her palm on his bare chest. His red unbuttoned shirt barely covered anything. Angelica looked down at his chest, her eyes zoning in on where his hand covered hers.

“Nikki.” He looked at her dilated pupils and matched her smile. His hair had shifted slightly from when he was in the proposal position, making it easier for Angelica to identify his features. He was attractive - undoubtedly and deadly.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” she licked her red painted lips, “Nikki.” The taller boy took a step closer to her, their bodies now almost stuck together with sweat.

“I’ve got more where that came from,” He motioned towards the now discarded silver tray that sat next to Angelica’s empty bottle of Jack on the countertop. “If you would just follow me back there.” Nikki spoke seductively and pointed to what the girl could only assume was his bedroom. Well, one thing’s for sure. He was not offering her drugs, rather, something much more enticing.

Drugs and sex? Fuck, this man was golden. She nodded and grabbed Nikki’s hand, lacing their fingers and letting it fall to their sides. He smirked and began guiding her through the sea of people surrounding them. Only then did Angelica become aware once again that, yes, there were more than just her and Nikki there. God, she must be out of it for a real one tonight.

He fumbled with his door handle, though with no success. She figured someone must’ve jammed it shut from the other side. Someone who probably had the same intentions her and Nikki did.

“Bathroom.” The girl ordered, needy.

And so he led her there. It felt like time was moving in slow motion; every passing second and every hungry glance the two shared was drawn out. Eventually, Nikki opened the bathroom door hastily, locking it once Angelica had stepped inside.

Immediately, he pressed her up against the door and attached himself to her lips. She moaned into the kiss as his tongue entered her mouth. Fuck. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies; Nikki fumbling with her leather jacket and Angelica attempting to slide his shirt off of his broad shoulders.

The two momentarily broke the kiss to catch a breath, giving Nikki the opportunity to lift Angelica’s t-shirt over her head and discard it on the floor along with the few other articles of clothing already missing from their bodies. Their movements were rushed, almost as though they would never get this time again. Angelica smiled hungrily and put her arms around Nikki’s neck, dragging her freshly painted black nails along the bottom of his hairline. Nikki didn’t waste any more time, and after staring at her blown pupils for a few seconds, dove into her neck.

Angelica bit her lip in an attempt to be quiet. Though, she soon lost any sense of power over her body. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, smiling in ecstasy. Let the good times fucking roll.

[loveistica-blog]

The Ginger whore-on!

Here, I introduce to you “The ginger whore-on” by birth rights known as Archie Andrews. Throughout my time watching Riverdale, I never could say I liked this character. He not only portrayed every possible details of an indecisive, whoring piece of shit, but one who’d go to the ends for a complete stranger rather than a friend he has known his entire life. Not only that, but as I pointed out earlier ‘a whoring piece of shit.’ I’ve seen where fans are disagreeing to the fact that he is of course somewhat of a man whore, simply for reasons I personally think makes no sense such as “he has only been with three women” (which he got with a few weeks apart). Which openly identifies sexism that is still current within society. If this was the case of a woman, she would not only be labelled as a slut but every other insulting word that could possibly be found in the urban dictionary. Also i’d like to point out that every and anyone is free to ship whomever they choose, but in all honesty “Barchie” is a ship brought from the devil himself.

Lets just break down season 1 (a bit) from Archie’s POV all together. So first we meet Archie we learn about his background and so on. Betty who’s his neighbour also friend has a crush on him. She tries to tell him how she feels about him, but instead of listening to his “best friend” he chooses to get lost in the path of what looks like dark Vader walking (Veronica) his way.

Ok you’re telling me that people actually ship that toxic relationship? Betty was speaking to him directly hoping he’d hear her out, but instead, Mr ‘I cant keep one woman for a day’ started drooling over a random girl who to me wasn’t all that sexually interesting, instead of giving Betty the attention she dragged him there for. He literally had a way longer conversation with Veronica in that minute than with Betty throughout their entire meeting. Also this is the same guy people are defending of not being a girl crazy guy, yet within that time, he was digging out Grundy’s uterus and claimed he had feelings for her, but still had the decency to wet up Pop’s tables by drooling over a complete stranger.

It goes on....We find out that Archie’s musical talent is eating out his music teacher and well....singing (but that’s way less interesting). Somehow Betty and Veronica are now friends and Veronica is influencing Betty to tell Archie how she truly feels with the inclusion of her asking him to the dance. Betty sorta gets up the nerve to ask him and he’s like “EH” but no fear dark Vader is here adds to the oh so awkward moment and he’s all of a sudden like “yeh, why not?” They go to the dance and Betty truly pours out her feelings towards him, and he resists her, because you know its Betty (too nerdy to be your type innit Arch?) But he was quick to go over to Grundy to well, sort out an issue which wasn’t really an issue at all. Then, within minutes of that, finds himself in a closet kissing veronica? Ahh he’s so not a man whore (if you don’t know sarcasm, then bye). He later goes to Betty to tell her how much he loves her as a friend, but doesn’t love her  (I know, he’s a dumbass) and still finds himself in shit among three women and it’s literally only the pilot episode.

Ok now within that one episode It shows how indecisive he is, about life, women, love, friendship and I could go on. How stupid can someone be to not even hint at the fact that someone has a crush on you? He literally built up her hopes for years and then broke them; and this is the type of guy people wants Betty with? He literally never cares about what Betty says, but as soon as veronica intervenes he’s all Mr happy gingerbread. He never loved her, POINT BLANK. The rest of the season was him getting touchy feely with Val (another one) who legit doesn’t come in contact with him throughout season two lmao. Then, during his and Val’s relationship he gave in to Cheryl for......a singing career. How greedy can this asshole be, whether or not he pushed her away they still kissed, which could’ve easily been prevented, but noo he had to taste that cherry blossom lips of hers. Now, Jughead and Betty makes it obvious they have feelings for each other and he all of a sudden becomes jealous?. Like, Lorax she legit gave you a chance and you’re all of a sudden jealous over your friend instead of being happy for him? WOW, if that’s what friendship entails i’d rather not have friends. Soon after he’s like “well there, if jughead’s getting ass maybe I should be too” and once again starts dating another one (All being in the same season). He then feels as though he should get direct confirmation from Betty, even though she made it clear that she was happily getting spanked by Jug. Somehow that wasn’t enough cause he wanted her to feel the same way he did when he found out Bughead was a thing.

Currently in season 2.....he breaks up with Veronica (+ bughead’s on a break) and seeing how his past records are, there’s no way Lorax won’t be hitting on Betty full on this time. In conclusion, Archie is an indecisive man whore whether you like to admit it or not; Barchie is/was shit from the beginning; Bughead need to sort their shit out. Also, the writers need to step up their game, because in all honesty, season 2 is inconvenient in  some instances, cause there’s legit no explanation to some of the shit that happened/ is happening and i’m honestly confused and irritated.

P.S. I expect shit, but if you knew me personally, you’d know IDGAF.

[charomiami]

Part 5 Continuation of Confession co-written with @helloaschefire  who started with Farewell. 

Thank you, Ash for giving me such a good platform. 

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

SUPER LONG STORY POST! And I’m not sorry. I am just happy we were able to get this done before Christmas. Y’all... I had a meltdown over my own deadline. and @helloaschefire put up with me... she’s spectacular.  BUT DONE DONE DONE YAY!

A dream of home, the family cabin in the alps, slowly faded while the rhythmic chopping of wood grew louder. Valentina wasn’t sure if her head was what was actually being split open or actual fallen trees. The pillow she tried so desperately to shove against both ears was worthless.  (continued below the cut)

But then it came to her. 1) Angel was supposed to be gone today. 2) Even if Angel had stayed, Angel wouldn’t be chopping wood knowing Val was sleeping.  As painful as it was she patted around looking for her gun, a gun, any gun and found none to be within reach. As she flung her limbs to wrap the blankets around her, she realized she was dressed. Valentina knew that if Angel were around, she would not be clothed.

Slowly she crept to the camper’s back window and peeked out to where the sounds, sunlight, and the vision of Johan’s bareback came pouring in. A short bit later, and two cups of coffee in hand, she braved the hangover and opened the camper’s back door.

Johan looked up with an expression hard to read thanks to the goggles he wore to protect his eyes, but there is a smile beneath them, brief but true. He leaned the axe against the pile and wiped his brow with the back of his bare arm. "She lives."

"Barely, but..." she was going to ask what that means, did he see her knocked out? Was she snoring? Was she drooling? Oh gods, please no sleep talking! She pleaded with herself.

"What are you doing?" She took the trailer steps carefully until bare feet hit the cool autumn ground.  Her arm stretched out to present a cup of coffee just for him.

He reached for the cup, fingers brushed against Val’s. "I am chopping wood."

"I can...see that" She waited a moment keep the silly girl inside in check at his touch. Her cheeks felt hot but she was hungover so she hoped she just woke up that way. 

"But, why? And why here?" Hair fell into her eyes as she sipped her coffee. She didn’t bother to fix her bed head as she watched him. Dog and Cupid sped by, chasing a rabbit. "I am sure Angel appreciates you cutting firewood for her, but..."

"She needed woodcut." He shrugged before taking a sip of the coffee. "Dad always said, you stay a place, you take care of it."

The smirk growing on her face faded as she started to blink. She was about to say something clever but his words robbed her of wit and blew the fog from her mind.

"Stay at a place, but you don't..." You don't stay here, did you stay here, what you don't stay here. None of these made it past her lips.  "I don't understand."

He unbuckled the goggles. As they pulled free, their presence lingered in the indentations around his eyes. He grabbed his shirt off the wood box by the trailer. "It's all right. You're still full of fog. Let's go back inside."

She still had no clue or maybe she did and she didn't want to admit it. The truth was scarier than any dream.

He held the door for her, squinting at Dog who yawned in response before cavorting with Cupid once again. The pair would keep an eye on the place while Jo and Val were distracted with each other.

She took as big a drink of her coffee as the temperature would allow and slowly turned to go back inside. As she crossed the threshold she caught her reflection and knew she needed to get right, inside and outside. Shamelessly she stopped in front of the mirror but made enough room to let him get by. 

She at least had the decency to apologize, "I'm sorry, I look awful." She whipped her hair up into an old ballet bun that had been second nature for most of her life.  "But a shower will have to wait I suppose." she half mumbled to herself.

"I don't think you've ever looked awful." Ducking, bobbing and weaving his way through the tiny space to the kitchenette. He would get her to a shower once she was awake enough to pay attention to their surroundings. "You want something to eat? Tato? Mutfruit? I think there are some beans."

She did a double take in his direction, as discreetly as she could anyway, with fingers pushing up loose strands and trying to wipe bits of makeup she left on. She was again about to say something but he beat her to the punch with an offer for breakfast?

She peeked around the little corner cut off, "You really don't have to but, I am hungry to be honest. Angel keeps some breakfast things in the cubby." Right where he was at. "There. But you have to let me help. You already did too much this morning."

She tried to secretly sniff her shirt collar and could smell she'd been sitting next to someone smoking those cheap cigarettes last night. The gag face was there and thankfully Johan could NOT see that!

While he was in the other area she quickly pulled off her shirt from the night before and was happily grabbing something clean she kept around Angel's for spares.

His shirt was draped over one shoulder. The goggles and coffee cup set aside on the counter. He found the cubby and the breakfast things. Cakes and bread, and butter? Score. "I don't mind. I used to do this for No..." He turned around just in time to see a bareback.

She pulled the shirt over and tightened her bun one more time before turning around and seeing Jo, in a domestic kinda setting with his shirt. She bit her lip and smirked,  a mental slap given and received before she tried to slink by him. He couldn't feel her eyes on his chest could he?! She gave herself another slap. Why god why? why do you do this I'm a good girl.

She grinned her best grin at Johan trying to play cool. She didn't hear him about to say Nora, nope nope. Lordy, Nora was a lucky girl. Yes, she heard it and it didn't bother her at all.

"You sure? You don't want help? I mean you've never been here," she offered. Her headache was growing smaller and smaller. 

"It's a big place. I will need your help not to get lost," he joked and gave her another smile that brightened his face and was suddenly gone.  He laid out things for her to eat. "Sit. You're not feeling well."

She hadn't seen him smile, well a true smile, this many times in such a short span. Why did she love it so much? She sat down the chair on the other side of the table that would allow her to face him.  She watched him as he kept putting things in front of her.

"I... feel better but" yes it was still there, but she was distracted enough to forget until she moved or looked a certain way.  "Please, you will join me, raring,  won't you? Don't forget to eat since you were working so hard. I can restock her stores later."

"Please?" She felt bad as it was, she put extra pout into that please to make sure he ate something for her.

"All right," he agreed. He poured more coffee before settling down opposite. Just the two of them. Again. The place was just as crowded as Home Plate but cozier. He felt more relaxed than he had in months.

Valentina tried to focus on her breakfast and coffee instead of him. It was torture. She started talking about breakfast they would have back home when she was little. She missed those days. She never told anyone a lick about home. Her mother, her sister, her father. Those moments. But they were just as out there as the fruit on the plate for Jo. She actually laughed telling him a story about her sister laughing milk out her nose, as she picked at the best parts of a mutfruit.

She liked the way he looked in the halo of sunlight coming in from the camper's cheesy bubble dome skylight. Why did he have to be so...

"Oh your coffee ..." She went to pick up the kettle thinking she'd been going on and on and it was time to stop.

He enjoyed hearing her stories of home more than she might ever know. He'd been homesick ever since he woke up and chatting with the Good Neighbor ghouls only went so far. They'd been changed by the war. Horribly so and their memories were fading. His and Valentina's were right there, on the surface. Every day they spent in this future became a comparison of what they left behind. It was unhealthy. They both needed to look forward, but here in this place. "It's all right. I've had enough." He reached for her hand, to keep her there. To hold her hand.

"Oh, okay." She was stopped in her tracks by such a simple motion. She forgot all about the kettle, all about home, all about everything but his hand on hers. She couldn't take her eyes away. She was scared to look up at him, to look him in the eyes, but she did.

"Johan," she was also scared to ask him what she should have asked him from the beginning. Even though he kind of dodged her question in the most charming way.  What is going on? Are you okay? Why are you really here? is everything okay? 

"How did you know to come up here this morning?" She laced her fingers in his, just this once before he would pull them away. How do you explain a touch that starts at the tip of a finger but touches your heart? She was going to suffer for this later and she knew it. She didn't care.

The thought of pulling away was as distant as their pasts. Their fingers in knots than laces. He took a deep breath and squeezed. He would not let her go. "I've been here since yesterday before you got here."

"Yesterday?" She didn't blink her amber eyes this time, instead, they grew slowly wider and wider. She was now a deer in the headlights. Before you got here. She started to put pieces together. She tried to withdraw her hand but it wouldn't budge.

Why the door was open to the camper

Why she smelled his scent in her dream.

Why she was still dressed instead of her usual.

Why he knew she wasn't well.

He heard it all? No no, she wouldn't cry. She said that was over. But the embarrassment was long-lasting. She put her head in her free hand and confessed, "I'm so sorry Jo. You weren't supposed to..."

"I know. Angel wouldn't let me leave. I'm sorry." He relaxed his grip enough that she could pull free if she wanted. He hoped and wished and prayed so hard she wouldn't untangle their fingers. "and then, it wasn't right to leave you like that, alone." He paused, brows furrowed because this was hard. He was taught not to be so expressive. Be the rock. Be her rock. But how could he if she did not want him to know how she felt?

She wished Angel would have stayed out of it, but it was still her own damn fault. Valentina didn't move her fingers. Instead, without looking, she ran her thumb slowly over his knuckle. 

"I just didn't think it was fair with everything going on and, then you and Piper and I got the wrong idea. But then at .." she looked up... "Was that a safe house or a warehouse?"

The question came out of left field and made him blink and look up from what she was doing with her thumb. "What? Oh, a little of both. I used it for a while when I was still tracking Kellogg, but now, seemed better used by the Minutemen."

Her humor was trying to kick in as a secondary. She nodded thinking about his answer. His expression made the tiniest of grins appear in the corner of her lips and in her eyes.

"Well, General." she shrugged softly. "What else can I do. You know my secret now. You have me at a very big disadvantage." She knew it wasn't too big. He was still holding her hand, and he had smiled. She could still feel his arm about her even if it was so brief a moment. He hid her for safety not out of fear. But now what? Did he know how close she was to daring him to kiss her or worse?

"I've known for a while, but I couldn't do anything about it. I...wanted to do something. I did. I should never have been with Piper,” he said.

"Awww... wait," Just how many aces does this man have up his sleeve? "What do you mean,  you've known a while?"

This would be the last ace. All the cards laid on the table. "Did I ever tell you that my grandmother came from Stockholm, raring?" He would likely take a hit for this ace. He braced for it, turning his head so he could watch her from the corner of his eye.

She did pull her hand away. She pulled her whole body away from the table though briefly. She moved around to his side of the table and rabbit punched him right in the shoulder in a torrent of words and phrases she was SURE he understood now. Each comparing him to a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"How, why you didn't tell me?" She jumped on his lap and punched his shoulder once more! "You let me make a fool out of myself, and you...." now there was a full-blown pout of all time and she would stay there with a hot glare until he had an answer.

“If I told you, you would have stopped. Right?”

“Well, yes. But...”

“But,” he cut her off gently. “Hearing that made this whole terrible world somehow, better.”

Each word from Johan’s mouth knocked down the last bricks in the wall Valentina had built, and all the words she never wanted to say came right out. It must have shown in her eyes as Johan’s hands rose up and cupped Valentina’s face drawing it closer to his.

“I’ve loved you for so long, Jo.”

“I’ve loved you even longer.”

Time seemed to freeze for Valentina, hearing Johan’s words. She fell to him and his lips with a kiss she’d held back for an eternity. He didn't hesitate and never would again. Warm mouths, soft caress of their lips, it was finally the moment they once only imagined.

Thank you YAY They are OFFICIAL now! YAY I am so happy! I’ll do a headcanon bullet-pointy thing for them later. I am slammed today with a commission and real life.

MY BALLERINA HAS HER GINGER GENERAL!

[diadxrling]

frosty-sins​:

And it was tempting.

Seeing her dance around and get closer, making it so easy to just grab her now. It was clear what she wanted, it was a familiar song and dance for them, it would be easy to just give in now, but he found that things were always more fun when they were earned. Maybe a part of it was a power play to want to see beg for what she wanted, though unlike some other workers Dia didn’t need to be reminded who was in charge here. This was all in good fun.

And it would stay that way if she played her cards right.

Slowly he raised one of his hands, acting like he was finally about to cave, to grab her, to pull her closer, to give in. But instead, his finger tips barely grazing her hip then slowly trailing down to her thing, the sharp tips of his fingers threateningly close. Deliberately teasing. Intentionally trying to provoke a stronger reaction.

“Oh, you know how Daddy likes to play sweet heart,” a chuckle rumbled throughout his chest, a familiar trail of red drool coming down his chin and a dark glint of his sunglasses, redacting his single hand away. “And I think you know how to make this more fun for the two of us,”

She had danced around the other many times before, but it was still such a nice thrill every time she did it. One reason of course being that the succubus could never be completely sure how her boss would react, some days he would grab her early and rough her up without the need for much teasing and bratty behavior on her part. Today though it seemed like Val was more patient which turned this into a game of attrition instead of one of pure strength. 

They both knew that the Pimp would be the one winning this of course, Dia while maybe not the friendliest to her coworkers had always known where her place was. Her deviance and bratty behavior just an act, a very convincing one to most but to Val the succubus was by now playing with open cards which thankfully didn’t ruin the fun at all. If anything it just made things better, she wouldn’t have to worry about him thinking that she was actually like this, which meant the demoness could spice things up.

Grinning as the taller demon moved his hand, the succubus stayed right where she was ready to be yanked, only to get surprised. Instead of a harsh grab, her bosses clawed hand ghosted over her skin, leaving goosebumps behind and sending a shiver up her back. Her confident grin dropping as she bit back a whine, not wanting the other to know how needy she had been from the start. 

Composing herself again, the succubus closed the gap that was still between her and the Pimp. Now standing in between his legs her hands placed on his knees as she lightly leans forward, a smile back on her face. “Well, you know I can be a bit forgetful at times” looking up at the other playing as innocent as she could “You might need to remind me daddy~” 

[slutsofoswald]

Random BB facts.

It took Blake and Viktor five times to actually have sex in a bed. The first time was in Viktor’s car, the second time was outside near Blake’s pool, the third was on Viktor’s couch and the fourth was on/against Blake’s piano. It wasn’t until encounter #5 when Viktor, fed up with quick, impulsive fucks on whatever surface was nearest, took her hand and took her up to her room, saying that he wanted to take his time with her.

Remember that time Violet got stabbed in the abdomen and she said that Valerie came and saved her? Valerie was basically in, well, a crime lair at the time. She was friends with some other assassins, best friends with an old Russian man with a scar on his face. They were shooting the shit when Violet called and said she was currently bleeding to death and couldn’t dispose of the target’s body like she was supposed to. Violet swore in Russian, then her and her friend went to rescue her sister. On the way over, she explained to her friend that Violet had tons of talent but way too much ego and no discipline. While Val did damage control on Violet’s wound, her friend got rid of the body and Violet offered to split the money with him 50/50 in gratitude.

Kacey likes Star Trek. She’s a casual fan (Scottie and Dean are hardcore fans, my comparison) who got into it basically in her sleep. Kacey sleeps with the TV on (which is mentioned in both books so far) and one of her favorite TV classics channels changed up the lineup and started airing Star Trek in her usual fall-asleep slot. She started listening to the episodes and even started enjoying it. She’d wake up in the morning and look up the ends of episodes until eventually she just started to DVR them and watch them during the day.

Piper loves dogs. It’s one of two things Piper actually shows an interest in. The other is those tower-defense mobile games. She loves all of them, from the really intense RPG versions to Plants vs Zombies. They soothe her. (And you’ll soon learn that soothing Piper is no easy task.)

The Texas Line -- Blake, Dean and Flora -- actually hang out quite a bit. They’ll go out to eat (sushi or barbecue usually) or order takeout and watch TV, watch sports, watch country music award shows. Dean is comfortable around both of them and was able to speak to both of them without any hesitation. He feels they are kindred spirits.

Scottie is a hockey fan. She supports the Toronto Maple Leafs. Nobody knows why and they’re all a little afraid to ask.

Conor is a little obsessed with Niall Horan. He was his phone background once. He followed him in 1D and he’s following him as a solo artist now. Kacey is very confused by it  but she doesn’t question it. 

Violet and Valerie still dance. Remember Blake’s basement? The padded floor and wall of mirrors? They go down there to blow off steam. Because it reminds them of Bailey, and because it seems to cheer Scottie up, they pick popular K-Pop songs and either learn the choreography or make up their own. But they do it to Top 40 pop songs, too. Violet has a really impressive routine for wRonG by Zayn.

Blake and Scottie are two of the best singers in the group, but Viktor is the most musical. He was going to school for music before deciding he wasn’t good enough and realizing he wanted to be a cop instead.

100% canonically, Lexie Brighton taught herself to speak Japanese by watching anime. Natsumi almost couldn’t believe it when Lexie told her but then, once she got to know Lexie, she totally believed it.

Jojo is slightly Instagram famous. I mean, have you seen her? But it’s not just thirsty men and jealous girls. She’s wicked good at cosplaying and she’s got thousands of fandom kids following her and drooling over the complexity of her costumes.

Faith once bought tickets for her and Kacey to see Taylor Swift but Faith dumped Kacey at the last minute and took Penny. Kacey didn’t speak to her for 18 days.