#they'll give the devil a run for his money!

[mysteroads]

After re-reading chpt 426, I had... emotions. 🥺 So, even though I posted the full fic here earlier, I thought everyone else might like to see Dabi finding peace at last. Like all the other League in this series, this excerpt is when Shig comes to pick up his party member. As a bonus, it can be read in a way that complies with the current canon circumstances. (As a double bonus, there's a cute moment with Shoto💕.) Without further ado: Dabi rejoins the League:

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“Dabi,” his name brought his wandering focus back to Shigaraki, “We already know you’re an asshole. You don’t have to try and talk me out of bringing you back.” He leaned closer and met Dabi’s eyes, bloody red to clouded crystal. “I see you, Dabi. We see you, Dabi. We’ve always seen you. We want you anyway. Magne, Jin, Toga, Spinner, Kurogiri… they’re all waiting for you.”

Those words hit him like a punch to the gut, wringing out a soft sound of pure longing that he didn’t know he was capable of making. 

Arms— hot and cold, slim and thick, both of them ghostly— wrapped around him. He suspected them of trying to comfort him, but he didn’t need comfort. Shigaraki wanted him. The League wanted him. They didn’t care that he wasn’t perfect, that he had been born to be a failure, that he was a broken, twisted caricature of a human being. Knowing he was wanted despite all that… it healed a wound in his soul that had been bleeding as long as he could remember, and suddenly it didn’t matter that Endeavor was still alive.

The League wanted him. They were waiting for him.

And he was tired. 

So very, very tired.

Even so, he mustered up the strength for one last bit of snark. “So… you… expect me to… just, what? … Waltz into Hell… with you?”

Shigaraki raised his eyebrows. “You could stay, if you'd rather.” His eyes flicked to the blurry people around Dabi, lingering on the ones who seemed to be embracing him. “Your family would prefer that, I think. They seem really upset. It’s your choice, though. It’s always been your choice, Dabi. We'll still be waiting if you want to stay for a little while longer.”

Dabi considered for less than a second. “Let’s go, Duster.” He’d been toying with that nickname for months, now seemed like the perfect time to use it. Judging by the pleased light in Tomura’s eyes, he was right.

Grinning, Tomura held out his hand.

Dabi felt something shift inside him, the pain and numbness retreating, replaced by a kind of pleasant, tingling feeling. But when he tried to reach out for Tomura’s hand, he could barely raise his arm an inch. He tried again, and still couldn’t. Sudden frustration and anguish made his already dry eyes sting.

“I can’t reach you! Tomura! Fuck!” Why couldn’t he do this? Just this one, last, final thing?! Why was it so hard to reach the things he wanted the most? “I… I c-can’t…”

Then his arm was being lifted, supported gently by someone else. 

Surprised, he looked in the direction of the red and white blur that held his damaged arm so tenderly. The blur wavered and came into sudden, sharp focus. It was Shoto. Shoto, his youngest brother, his father’s perfect masterpiece, the kid he barely knew but had tried his best to kill… and Shoto was crying. Crying so hard he had snot coming out his nose and his pretty porcelain skin was all blotchy. The sight made Dabi chuckle, even as it reminded him of Toga’s sad eyes. 

“Hey, little hero, don’t cry,” he said, and found that speaking didn’t hurt. He sounded like his old self too, the words clear and firm. Still raspy, but that was just the way he talked. “`S like I told Himiko. It doesn't matter whether we laugh or cry, the sun’ll still rise tomorrow... so you should choose to smile, baby brother.” Shoto’s lips wobbled as he tried to obey. Dabi smiled back and thought it probably looked like a nightmare, but for once, he felt genuinely happy and didn’t hold himself back. “That’s better.” 

Dabi was distracted from any reply his brother might’ve made as a cool, dry hand wrapped around his, and pulled him to his feet.

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[d3stinyist1red]

Yandere town?? Live convenience store cashier or mall owner or police officer and paramedics or anything both platonic and romantic like the elders try to get reader married to their children etc

YASSS QUEEN 😛😛😛

Yan town who literally is obsessed with everything you do, like u could be drinking water and they'll praise you for drinking it

Yan town who literally has the biggest fanclub of you, they exchange pictures, and items that used to belong to you

Yan convenience store cashier who literally has the sluttiest clothes in his bag just in case you come in

Yan police officer that gets called everytime you try burning the town down, biting his lip while saying "N/n, your being a very naughty girl!~" He playfully slaps,and runs his fingers up and down on your arm.

Yan medic who is lowkey a baddie, litteraly whenever he hears that you have a cut, he puts on the most lil skirt possible, and literally brings out things that nurses would only use if your on fucking life support, acting as if your gonna die just because of a tiny ass cut

yan platonic elderly woman who begs you to marry her son. Her son was very attractive and rich, waving at you shyly as he thinks about the ways you could stroke and suck him off

Yan business man who tries to get you to be his secretary, begging you on his knees and shit. He literally kisses your feet anytime he is in a 5 mile radius of u

Yan farmer who literally is pushing 20 and acting like a middle school boy who barely hit puberty, humping at your shoe and everything. He gives you free fruits tho! Though, he does try to trade with you. Your panties for the fruits of course!

Yan cowboy who let you ride him and save his horse. He literally tells you to get on his horse with him, your in front of him as he guides the horse, his front leaning against your back. He tries to hide his huge boner, and how he's slowly thrusting it against you.

Yan loser who no one likes💀 if ur the angel of the town, he's the devil. He's a total weirdo, whenever he sees you, his hands immediately go for his pants, trying to patt his dick down. "H-hey, do you wa-wanna help me wit-with mini me?"

Yan platonic unc who tries to get you to go on a blind date with his niece. You finally went, and his niece was down bad for u. His niece wouldn't even eat his food, staring at you the whole time with heart eyes, and giggling at you

Yan old man who lets you be his sugar baby. You don't even do anything, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, and he will give you the money. Very cutesy very demure

[nvrswrld]

Can I request Karma x reader x Asano poly relationship headcanons?

Deal With the Devil — Karma Akabane & Gakushuu Asano

— headcanons: poly relationship with karma and asano

tags: not proof-read

note: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER, i got overwhelmed with the amount of requests i received and completely forgot about this, hopefully this is alright <33

dating both boys at the same time is like watching a car blow up from a not so far distance

dangerous

interesting

but dangerous

if you so much as give one more attention than the other, he'll get upset with you

karma would just be like "i don't care because i'm so nonchalant and cool" or whatever

but when he's alone it's the only thing he'll think about until he gets his lick back on asano

poor guy has a fragile ego awww at least he's hot though

asano would just be a fucking bitch about it

if you can't tell, i'm not too much of a fan of him — he's alright i guess

asano would make his jealousy known

not to you (or not intentionally)

he'll try to keep his cool for the most part, but he really can't help it

but he will glare at karma until you pour some of your attention into him as well

dating you is like a competition

whoever got the most attention was titled the better boyfriend (you never knew about this until you caught them fighting about the idea)

it's a surprise they even agreed to something like this

but how could they say no to you?

if one gets you a gift, the other tries to get you a better one to top it

if you get annoyed of their constant—and i mean CONSTANT—arguing, they'll try to shut up for once

the silence doesn't last long, but at least they were considerate enough to try, right?

they really do love you equally as much as the other

even if one says they love you more

they only say that because they're both egotistical attention whores

equally the same amount

asano will try to take you on nice fancy dates since he and karma can literally NEVER agree on what to do for date nights

meanwhile karma takes you to, like, the most dangerous side of town and says something like "the rush of running away from crackheads and gang members is what makes it fun and memorable" or some shit

all that money he got and he will rarely take you somewhere nice smh </3

heavy on the "rarely"

he'll take you somewhere nice if he feels like not being an asshole or if you had a bad week or something like that

i'm sorry, i just can't see them getting along at ALL LOL

like, asano is asleep and karma insults him while he's unconscious, they will be arguing nonstop

not in front of you, of course, but you'll catch them a lot of the time

i can see karma roughhousing asano (without his consent) and you're just trying to stop them before it escalates

not that asano would beat his ass, but because you know damn well that karma won't hesitate to beat his

there will be a lot of near-death experiences

for asano and only asano

karma cannot be contained

you'll need a prayer if you're dating these two

written by @nvrswrld

[jammedjanna]

Some (Slightly Yujin-Centric) Head Canons About the Original Study Exchange Characters

Warning!! The Great Ace Attorney 2 SPOILERS AHEAD

The grandma that raises Susato for the first five years is Ayame's mom. Yujin does NOT talk to his parents. but he does feel the need to quietly send them money out in the country. Helps him connect to Jigoku whose family straight up disowned him (the devil connotation in his name is too easy to not make his fam super puritanical and decide he isn't good enough for them), Genshin who lowkey wishes he could disown his parents but kinda needs them around cause of the whole teen dad thing and his wife being VERY poor so basically having no assets to bring to the table besides bastard child (made her a factory worker cause industrial revolution was growing at the time, women who needed to work were basically prostitutes or factory workers and the working conditions of both were shit, and Kazuma's speech in the original Japanese game is actually about the need to improve factory conditions and liberate those workers which was super progressive at the time so I think his mother being a former worker who had to go back to support them after Genshin died and that basically killing her would 100% radicalize him; sadly Japanese society would not have looked at her very kindly at the time, but I love her), and Kazuma's mom whose only family has been dead since she was younger than Kazuma was (helps him understand her better when Yujin comes back from England to discover his parents died while he was away and no one told him cause they just weren't in actual contact at all)

Ayame has a good relationship with her parents. They're great. They run the dojo Yujin and Jigoku (and later Susato) learn/practice judo at. It's pretty close to the university so they both decide to go their for it, which is how they meet Yujin ALSO meets Ayame there cause her mom insists he can come by to practice any time he wants cause his studies end up giving him weird hours of free time. So he decides to go in the middle of the night one time and Ayame Susato-Takedown style attacks him assuming he's an intruder. Her mom clarifies and leaves them alone. They talk and spar til they lose track of time and it's morning. blah blah love story. Her parents are also very supportive of women's rights so they encourage Ayame to have a career. So she's an writer under pen name (Yujn starts doing his journals in England in her honor since she was always jotting down notes like that to use later). Yujin's parents were much more conservative but he never really understood the point of their beliefs. Naturally questioned everything thank god.

Ayame is the one who applied for Yujin to do the study tour. He was too down on himself and sure they wouldn't pick him but she knows he's brilliant and forges the application for him (he doesn't know until he's accepted.) The plan was her pen name would take a trip to Britain independent of the study tour so she could keep writing and they could go together. Plans changed a little when they found out she was pregnant (they were already married but weren't really planning a timeline on when to have kids.) They decided to continue their careers in Japan instead so they could start their family and maybe they'll check England out when Susato's a little older. They were still cycling through candidates for the third spot when Tragedy Strikes, so Genshin and Seishoro convince them to let Yujin back on and depart the tour sooner than intended Yujin is not doing well in the wake of Ayame's death. He's truly trying his best but he can barely take care of himself and Susato cries anytime he holds her or feeds her or changes her to the point he's worried she might be colic before they actually knew what that was (really she can just sense how stressed he is and the looming despair of everyone around her grieving Ayame.) Thankfully Ayame's parents are there to help and she seems to do so much better with them that in his grief and dysfunction, he decides the best thing he can do for her is literally just to support her financially cause he's going to fuck her up if he keeps going like this. And making as much money as he can means going where pathology is the hottest right now, which the exchange trip is his ticket too

Seishoro and Genshin are friends from childhood (yeah I like Brutus by the Buttress for them too much not to be). Yujin and Genshin meet each other through Seishoro, Yujin meets Kazuma's mom through Genshin, and she meets Ayame through Yujin Important to me that they're ALL good friends, especially Yujin and Kazuma's mom cause I feel that relationship is very important in the year after he returns to Japan. It's what ultimately leads to him unofficially adopting Kazuma after her death.

Like mentioned above, she has to return to her factory job which she was thankfully safe from after becoming pregnant with Kazuma because Genshin's family has money from before the samurai abolition that could support them. But they never really liked her. They always thought she derailed Genshin's bright future (even though he's still very successful while he's alive) and they don't want much to do with Kazuma until he's of age because he's not much use to them as a child. So now it's up to her to support them. The options are pretty much the same after half a decade, so back to the factory she goes which escalates her painful but manageable health problems into life threatening ones. And she is VERY insistent that Kazuma does not get a job to try to take the load off. She had to start working as a child and it wrecked her body. She will not let the same happen to her son. He's a smart boy who is going to stay in school and focus on his grades and he'll find a good job to keep him out of this position even if it kills her. She will not let this horrible system take him the way it took her.

She also doesn't like Genshin's family. She saw the toll they took on him and she doesn't want that for Kazuma, especially since they only care about him when he's useful to them. Yujin is also trying to help her but he's already supporting himself, Susato, and Ayame's parents on the salary of a fresh out of school pathologist (he tries to continue on the coroner route but after watching Kazuma's mom fade away in front of him, unable to do anything for her, he loses his stomach for it and switches to research and academia.) He can only stretch it so much. So she begs him, her only real friend anymore (Jigoku gets distant from both of them during this time cause of killing Genshin. He warms back up to Yujin after a while but at that point it's too late for Kazuma's mom), to at least Kazuma in if something happens to her. The Asogis don't have his best interests at heart and he can't survive on his own. She doesn't ask him to go as far as he does, she mostly pleads with him to give him enough financial support to stay in school and out of the workforce. Yujin sees that he desperately needs emotional support too and decides to take him in as his own (he tries his best to respect that he's not his father but he can't help but come to see Kazuma like his son. Kazuma has very complicated feelings about the Mikotobas and loves them like family too but he creates an intentional wall between them (that Yujin can see but Susato doesn't until he comes back "from the dead" in the second game) because he feels like he's betraying his parents by loving anyone else like he loved them. Ryunosuke helps break that down a little and seeing him, Susato, Iris, and Sholmes kinda beats into his head the idea of found family, so he tries to let everyone in more post-canon.

I know the game literally only talks about Kazuma's dad. I'm pretty sure they don't even mention his mom once, maybe just to say the grief killed her or something. but I think Kazuma was 100% a mama's boy and at the time, losing her hit him much harder than losing his dad (tho it doesn't help that it stacked on top of that death) Genshin had already been gone for so many years that Kazuma was a little more detached from him than he'd care to admit. and they never had a chance to reconnect like Susato and Yujin did. vs. losing his mom who has been around the entire time and is literally killing herself trying to give him the best life she can I think over time, he hyperfixated on Genshin's death being the thing that "ruined his life," or at least tore his family apart and focuses on clearing his name as something tangible he can do to try to get justice since there's nothing he can do to bring either of them back, but even less he can do to avenge his mom

I think Genshin and his wife loved each other but they got married more out of circumstance than anything else. They provided an escape for each other when they met and all things being equal, they would've moved on with someone else and possibly never seen each other again. They came to appreciate each other more raising Kazuma together and their bond definitely strengthen over their shared love and devotion for him, but when they were on other sides of the world, they sort of fell out of "love". Don't get me wrong, they still very much care about each other. Genshin's death definitely devastates her and causes her health to deteriorate much quicker. I just think they both naturally feel an inclination to explore other relationships while apart but don't because they feel too guilty "cheating" on each other despite knowing on some level they both feel this way. Plus societal expectations of married couples still weighs on them. Even though a lot of people considered it no big deal for men to cheat, Genshin still struggled with acting on any of his feelings while in England (COUGH COUGH KLINT) I also kinda think they were both gay and were drawn to each other because of that but struggled with identifying their feelings because of comphet and their platonic affection for each other.

On the other hand, I think Klint and Lady B also started as a marriage of convenience. They're both the eldest living family members of their families and though Klint has Barok, they're both far from the perfect picture of nobility. So getting married is a good way to improve their social standing and preserve wealth and their family images. Plus they find each other charming enough to strike up a partnership and Barok likes her which is hard cause a sweetheart but kinda judgmental about the complexities of nobility and the way it shapes people (he's also very scandalized at the idea of marrying for anything short of love cause he's always been a hopeless romantic and that's what their parents did. He tries to get Genshin to side with him who then has to awkwardly explain he had a shotgun wedding.) Anyway all that to say they like each other enough but don't have any romantic feelings in the beginning. But I think they slowly fall in love over the next few years until they're genuinely very enamored with each other and want to start a family together. Which is a teensy bit of a struggle so the best day of Klint's life ends up coinciding with the worst. (His wife is pregnant and they're going to have a child together :D! But also Stronghart caught onto him taking justice into his own hands and blackmailed him into killing his mentor, who acted as a stand-in father after the death of his parents :/) 10. I think Yujin, Genshin, and Jigoku remain very close in London and get together quite often but they each have their own little corners of London they sort of keep to themselves. Great friends who are all somewhat acquainted with each other but only barely. Like at a party Klint hosts and wants to invite Genshin's friends and some Judiciary and Sholmes crashes it. Yujin has Sholmes and Mrs. Hudson (I can't fucking believe we never see or talk to her in-game by the way. They only mention her like once). Jigoku has Stronghart and some other dudes who are definitely kickstarting his villain arc. And Genshin has Klint and Lady B and Barok. and then they all kinda share Gregson cause he intersects with all their bullshit (much to his dismay) and Sholmes to an extent cause he NEEDS to know everything he can about Yujin's terrible taste in friends and he breaks into crime scenes and courthouses and offices a LOT

I don't know how accurate this is to ACD Watson, but: Yujin definitely thinks he's a good judge of character but he's actually shit cause he always wants to see the best in people So Sholmes 100% feels the need to investigate everyone in his circle to make sure he hasn't accidentally befriended Jack the Ripper. None of them are serial killers (yet) but he's keeping his eye on all of them.

OKAY NOW I'M DONE

Sorry for the stream of consciousness dump there but I wanted to get all my thoughts out about these freaks with barely any screentime besides Sholmes and Yujin.

And Would you believe I have all this head canon lore about Kazuma's mom/Mrs. Asogi but I STILL can't come up with a good name for her?? Same for Lady B but at least I have something to refer to her as besides Iris's mom or Klint's wife.

[rose-smoke]

I'm on the internet, posin' as a little girl

I'm tryin' to lure evil into my world

I tell them that I'm curious, and I'm only 12

Mom and dad are gone for the day, and I'm by myself

Buckets of throw up, are next to my computer

Hopin' they'll show up, 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em

It would make the devil sick, I sharpen my blade

I'm frontin' to this perv like I'm only in the 7th grade

The doorbell rings I gotta get 'em inside

In my best little girl voice I'm like,

"Hi, come on in! I'm putting on my bikini!"

And when the door shuts, that's when I let them see me

"Hi there"

I stab them in the neck first, 'cause it hurts

Hit 'em where the blood squirts

Carve his whole face off, and make him eat it

Chain him up by his foot in the basement bleeding

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn for this

But it sure is fun! I said it sure is fun!

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

'Cause people out there, don't think they deserve this

Until its your kid some old man is finger fuckin',

titty suckin', then you'll want the knife stuck in

I don't blame ya, that's why I catch them in advance

While his dick is still in his pants, they never get a chance

I tell them I'm alone and I'm only 13

Lookin' for a good time, ya know what I mean?

Bring me some Funions and a slurpy

Promise not to hurt me, or give me herpes

And within 20 minutes here comes a doctor

Knockin on my door, pedophile butt-knocker

"Come in have a seat!", And then I stroll in

With the all purpose hunting blade straight up his throat chin

I cut his hands off, he ain't touchin' nobody

Chain him up by the foot in the basement, bloody

"Please mister clown sir you don't have to do. ."

"Zip it"

"Please. please I got money"

"Shut it fucker!"

"Please! we can work this out"

"Silence I said"

Stick him next to this other fool, both left for dead

Every time I walk by 'em, I punch 'em in the head

Cut they fucking dicks off and stick them in each others mouths

Now what ya'll talkin' about?

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

The house is getting funky bodies in the basement, stinkin'

What the fuck am I thinkin'?

I put my face-paint on and go down stairs

And beat they ass some times, 'cause it ease my mind

Some of them are dead, and some of are still livin'

But I'm going to hurt them every chance that I'm given

I hit them with the nail gun or the stun gun

They cant run so they mad fun

I was sawin' the head off when I heard the doorbell

I'm not expectin' any predators, but oh well

I took my spot, "Come in, I'll be right there"

But I left a head sittin' on a living room chair

He seen it, ran, I had to give chase

We cut across the lawn with my knife cuttin' for his face

I threw it and stuck him in the back of the neck

Still in my drawers, I dragged him home a bloody wreck

"Ah help, some body any body!"

zip it

"Ah! please!"

Shut it the fuck up

"Ah!"

People are lookin! Silence!

A bus full of high-school kids watched it happen

And he kept screamin' like a pansy despite my slappin'

Plus the neighbors seen it, so did the mail-man

But they all never said anything 'bout it again

I'm probably gonna burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

I'm probably gonna to burn for this

Ain't no lesson to learn from this

There's nothing I'ma earn

But it sure is fun! I said its sure is fun!

[nikrei]

April Comics Round-up

April time! Turns out you can't draw while you read comics, so I got a whole lot of comics read and not a whole lot of drawing done (petition to patch this bug in the next update)

This time around I was reading stuff in event rotation, so I'd read one comic up to the start of an event, then move to the next, so on so forth, then read the event, then do it all over again.

Justice League of America (258-261) (1987)

Finished this in Legends, and it has a super tragic ending, with two members dead (rip vibe and steel) and Cynthia stashed back with her family (that she ran away from in the first place because they're abusive) also not a fan of how they tried to walk back Steel's grandpa's bullshit, implying that his procedures were somehow necessary when the whole backstory is that they were totally superfluous.

Fury of Firestorm/Firestorm the Nuclear Man (43-79) (1986-1988)

Omg i cried so much at issue 66 (Marrrtiin!) But the whole storyline is so good, and I love the firestorm that is his own guy he's precious.

Saga of the Swamp Thing/Swamp Thing (51-70 (1987-1988)

Continues to be A+ excellent. The Swamp Thing's sojourn thru space is a great look at actual very alien worlds.

Blue Devil (20-31) (1986)

Super fun and I'm sad that it ended, should have been longer!

Blue Beetle (1-24) (1986-1988)

Very fun, and a great intro to Ted, but it did feel like it left loose ends when it finished. Maybe they'll pick them up later in JLI.

Legends Event (1-6 + all tie-ins) (1986-1987)

Legends my beloved, I've read this one twice before, once just the main event, once with all the tie ins, but this time I was reading with just about full context and that was awesome. I love this event a lot, actually.

Booster Gold (1-25) (1986-1988)

Love this guy, hate what happened with his sister, that was bullshit. The ending also felt v rushed, but it is deffo worth the read.

Justice League/Justice League International (1-21) (1987-1988)

Was not expecting this to be so funny coming off the previous justice league title, but it is v v funny, highly recommended.

Captain Atom (1-23) (1986-1988)

Picked this guy up cause he was crossing over with other titles a lot, and I was surprised by how much I liked it! Unhappy propaganda hero Adam I love you. The source of General Eiling (asshole).

Suicide Squad (1-22) (1987-1988)

Oh man 1987 Amanda Waller is so good, she's such a complicated bitch I love her. The series as a whole is also v good, but it can be disjointed because of the rotating cast.

Wonder Woman (1-24) (1987-1988)

So I am mad about what the crisis did to the wonderfam but also this incarnation of Diana is So Good, I love her 500%

Flash (1-20) (1987-1988)

Wally u are so different from Barry but I am excited to see how you will learn and grow. I'm very into the set-up he's got going. It was super funny to me that they were like... hmm give him money problems, no wait, we don't want to deal with that, give him cash, no wait, we Do want to deal with that, take all his cash.

The Question (1-25) (1986-1989)

Vic Sage is a nerd but also hello Lady Shiva! Very much darker, mature label, but not often excessively so? Doesn't tend to be gritty for grittiness' sake alone. Tells stories well.

The Spectre (1-20) (1987-1988)

Ended up with this run because it has a lot of mystic backstory going on and had two issues in millennium. Not really my favorite title, but does have a lot of important stuff happening.

Zatanna Special (1987)

Important in between of Zatanna's last appearance in JLA, Swamp Thing, and Spectre, but I do not think it would make sense as a stand alone.

Dead Man (1-4) (1986)

If I had realized that this mini follows up on the tail end of the last dead man mini I would have read it last month, but I didn't realize that, rip.

Phantom Stranger (1-4) (1987)

This mini is in direct conversation with Spectre and the Dr. Fate mini, and is pretty important for knowing whats going on in the mystic side of DC.

Dr. Fate (1-4) (1987)

This mini is pretty much a sequel to the Phantom Stranger mini, and follows up with the big mystic happenings.

Millennium Event (1-8 + all tie-ins) (1987-1988)

Millennium my beloathed. The event itself is well written and has an engaging storytelling, but I hate hate hate what it does to the tie-in issues, just having random trusted characters be traitors for no good reasons. Totally wrecked Infinity Inc and The Outsiders, and other titles didn't get away unscathed either.

The New Guardians (1-5) (1988)

This series is the pay off of millennium, with this team of heros being gathered and taught all through that event. It's not a mini, issue 6 is when it hits invasion. Got a lot more serious a lot quicker than I thought it would, but honestly I'm a little disappointed because the millennium event ends with them basically being enlightened beings and you don't really see any of that in their own series.

Power Girl (1-4) (1988)

This is a fun mini to help set up Power Girl's new origin story (deffo read the secret origins issue before the mini). A good stand alone that manages to not make me too angry about coie retcons.

Deadshot (1-4) (1988)

This mini is basically an off-shoot of Suicide Squad, not a standalone. V v dark and edgy but a good glimpse into deadshot's psyche i guess

Checkmate (1-10) (1988)

Involved with suicide squad and JLI so I picked it up. Not really my fave, but love that Harvey fuckin Bullock is a high-up in this secret government spy organization i had no clue.

Doom Patrol (1-16) (1987-1988)

Told some friends I would read this one. I was a little bit lost because it is deffo a sequel to the previous doom patrols and I only ever saw them in crossover issues. Good so far.

Animal Man (1-5) (1988)

Not a mini, issue 6 is when it hits invasion. What i got to was honestly a lot more serious than I expected it to be (look animal man is a goofy name), but it really works for the environmentalist stories that they're telling.

Green Arrow (1-13) (1988)

We are continuing with dark and gritty Ollie i guess. I like him better than he was in long bow hunters, but he has lightened up a bit from that. Enjoying the series so far.

Forever People (1-6) (1988)

This mini was disappointing at first cause the starting vibe is Extremely Different from the 70s Forever People, but it ended up with a similar vibe. I don't think its as good as the og, but Kirby can't be beat, so they did a good job trying.

Starman (1-4) (1988)

Not a mini, issue 5 is when it hits invasion. I like it a lot so far, this guy is a good original sort of hero and the run itself is fairly humorous.

Batgirl Special (1988)

Follows up with Bab's doubts about being a superhero that were introduced in coie, her final case that leads to her retirement as Batgirl.

Batman: The Killing Joke (1988)

I guess as Joker stories go this is a good one? But its deffo v v heavy on the gritty shock value alone, and obvs does babs v dirty.

Detective Comics (582-593) (1988)

We've moved away from tec and batman being completely intertwined. Interesting to note that Robin did not show up once, even in the background.

Batman (415-425) (1988)

Ahhh its the beginning of the end for Jason TT-TT. I stopped before death in the family cause I'm pretty sure that technically happens post invasion.

Batman: The Cult (1-4) (1988)

This mini is sorta pointlessly dark and gritty. Its supposedly self contained but a lot of shit happens that should have lasting effects on Gotham but are never mentioned again. Some good Jason moments but not worth the rest of it. Written by Jim Starlin (heavy sigh)

And we are almost almost to the invasion event!

Bonus: the first 4 weeks of the Comic Kon reading club, where we're currently reading the origin of Superboy! It's a fun server and its only a few issues each week so its very manageable, folks should join! (it'd be pretty easy to catch up right now!)

[theninthdoor]

taeyong || ideal type; tarot reading

disclaimer: in my Ideal Type readings, I look into what the person in question is currently (consciously and unconsciously) attracted to! it's not necessarily their perfect match or the one they will end up with.

✦ Impression (What is seen externally // Might not accuratelly represent the person):

cards: two of pentacles (page of wands), eight of wands, four of cups reversed (wheel of fortune)

Taeyong's ideal type gives off the impression of someone who's energetic, talkative and, most likely, extroverted. This is the sort of individual who's very hard to pin down, as they're never in the same place for too long and nothing about them is ever consistent. There's always more than one thing going on in this person's life a certain moment, however, they still manage to fit more into their schedule if something fun comes up all of a sudden. With that said, we also see that this person is not an initiator or a planner, but they'll go along with whatever plans you present to them, specially if it something new that they have never tried before or if it sounds rather adventurous and exciting. On a daily basis, when you meet them randomly somewhere, they're that person who's always in a rush, holding a thousand things in their hands and talking at the speed of light. And, if they're in a room full of people, they may keep multiple conversations at the same time, yet still find a way to match the energy of whoever they're talking to in that particular moment. All in all, Taeyong's ideal type is someone who looks like they find it very easy to adapt to different situations, environments and people. They're not scared of looking silly or being out of their comfort zone, as experimenting and changing things up is what they thrive on. (Mind you, Taeyong has a Gemini Venus…)

✦ Personality:

cards: nine of cups, the devil (nine of swords, knight of swords reversed), two of cups

Personality wise, we notice here a person who's much more intense than what their impression would make them seem like. Similarly to what we saw previously, they sure enjoy living life to the fullest and experimenting as much as they can. This individual would find a lot a pleasure in going to the best hotels and restaurants around the world, and they'd also probably be willing to pay good money to live out their dream experiences. The same way, anything that is advertised as the "best of the best", they would most likely give a chance without much of a thought (be it a smartphone, a spa, a refrigerator, etc… literally anything at all!). However, there is also a side of this that is quite unhealthy and may cause them a lot of trouble. On one hand, his ideal type might be someone who uses shopping or food as a way to deal with stress. Or, on the other hand, they become very stressed when they feel like they're missing out on a trend, so they impulsively run for it before it's too late and, because of this, they can easily go overboard with spending money on that particular item/service/etc. Overall, they have an issue with measuring how much is too much, and how much they actually need (material wise and experience wise). Also, and I feel like it relates a lot to this last part, they're that type of person who relies a lot on their connections and also generally in the people around them. They want to be liked, so they do all they can to make sure they're never disliked or set aside by others. Because of this, they may fall into the trap of doing things out of desperation to keep people's attention and affection on them. Sadly, in this person's mind, if they're not perfect to those around them, they have no value as a human being. But, at the same time, they're the type to give you all they have if they love you. Truly, they're romantics and idealists, who value deep bonds, but may fail to value themselves as they are.

✦ What his ideal type should provide in a relationship:

cards: knight of swords reversed (justice, queen of cups), ace of pentacles, four of swords

Right off the bat, this comes off to me as him desiring someone who will defend him no matter what; someone who will have his back regardless of the situation, people involved, or regardless of the consequences of doing so. In fact, it feels like he might even enjoy seeing this person argue with other people over him, simply out of impulse and due to their strong emotional attachment to him (even though, if we're honest, it's not really a very positive thing for either of them…). On the other hand, there should also be some level of stability and harmony. The relationship would have to be set on a safe and strong foundation, built and maintained by both partners. Knowing that his s/o is dependable and truthfully invested in the grownth of the relationship is a must for Taeyong. And, although he does seem to look for someone who's very attached, quite emotional and sort of protective of him, he still wishes for them to provide him with his much needed alone time. In that sense, not only does he want to be able to spend time by himself, but he also seeks to maintain a certain level of privacy - by that I mean them not demanding to look through his phone every other day, or asking him where he's at 24/7 and with whom, or even them not trying to tell him how he should be living his life in general.

(Disclaimer: all readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

[batstorm93672]

Champion

This is part 3

<<<Previous ~First~ Next>>>

Damn, blood is coming out of my mouth and nose, this boy might just be older than me too. I don't want to fight like this, it isn't right.

He kept Damian in a chokehold, Damian could barely breath as it stood. It isn't right for children to be fighting like this.

I can't die... not like this, not now.

Only one choice...

Win...

Win...

Win...

I must win...

My purpose is to win

Damian wrapped his legs around the kid and headbutt him, taking the chance given to flip him on his back. Damian grabbed the kid's head and snarled. "I won't lose"

Win

Win

Win

Live

End it

You must live

Live!

Win!

Crack

Damian moved a bit back, moving his hands away from the child. It was silent, then an uproar of cheers exploded some booed most likely the ones who lost their money. Damian stood up and looked at the audience with a glare. It only seemed to fuel the fire as they cheered even harder.

I won

I won't lose

I'll live

Damian looked down at the dead child, his neck snapped. Yet Damian didn't look upset or frightened. As a matter of fact, he had no expression to show, it's just like back then.

I won... I killed to win

I refuse to die, someone will come soon. Father, Richard, Timothy, Jason, someone will save every child from this Hell. Until then... I have to win.

And so he did.

He won.

He bled.

He suffered.

He cried.

He screamed.

He won.

He lived.

A week in and he won, of course he had close calls and sometimes it came to a draw. The man in charge was fine with that too, he knows how to run a business as ugly as this, the man claimed Damian as his Champion. He knows just as much as Damian that if he kept winning easily then they'll be bored. It's how these bastards work, they come for a show. During a few matches he did want to give in and let someone beat him to death. Then the surge of life and death kicked in and he fought with teeth bared. He killed in so many ways.

Cracked a few jaws.

Broke a few bones.

Ripped some skin.

Tasted blood.

He had to win.

~

"Why didn't you find me sooner? Did you not care..?" Damian glared at Bruce, so much anger fueling through him. The Lazarus Pit was a big factor in his rage in the ring as well. It's why he sometimes felt nothing after killing someone, because the influence took over and his morals meant nothing.

"We looked everywhere Damian, I never would've stopped-"

"Yet this elluded the great detective, I'm calling bullshit here. World's greatest yet you couldn't even find your own son! Admit it! Say you didn't care and I'll stomp out of this cave and you won't see me ever again!"

"No! It's not true Damian. I love you so much, I haven't stopped looking and I refused to lose you again"

"...I want to be alone... I- I won't leave, I just want to lie down"

Damian left the cave, heading up to see Alfred with a tray of brownies. "Master Damian, I heard what happened. Is everything alright?"

"I... I did bad things again, I just... I need time"

Damian got to his room and moved to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil. His mind wandered, the pictures were a clear visual of not even half of what he's seen. The first one... it was the child's snapped neck. His name... was hard to remember. They were given titles and numbers at first, Damian's number at first was #643 then his title was Champion better known to the bidders as Storm Devil.

.

Something touched him and Damian woke up by slamming them to the floor and pressing his foot against their neck over the windpipe. Any harder and they'll die from lack of air or snapping bones. "D-Damian! It's Dick, please let go" Damian looked down at him as if he was nothing. Then snapped out of it, light coming back into his eyes as he stepped back. "Why the hell are you here? Wasn't I clear enough yesterday?" "I know, I just had to make sure you were okay. I worry" "Stop worrying, I'm fine" "I came to tell you that breakfast is ready"

"I'll be there. You can go now Richard"

Alfred had already set a plate for Damian, everyone was seated minus for the family members who weren't here today: Cass, Jason and Duke. So now it's Steph, Dick and Tim then the usual residents of course. They were glancing at him every now and then, considering he's been watched for a month now he knows when someone is watching. "If any of you want to speak then I suggest you do so now. I rather not be stared at like an item you found and have no clue how to use"

Stephanie broke the silence with a smile "What do you plan to do after breakfast?"

"Go to my room"

"Well would you wanna watch a movie?"

"What movie?"

"Beauty and the Beast? We can critic it again, heck we can watch the live version and do the same"

"No, I'd rather go to my room"

"Oh okay, well holler at me if you change your mind"

Well Champion, are you willing to live another day?

Tt. Who's next

Make sure to give them a good match to go home to

"Hey? You doing okay there?" "I'm fine, let me just--"

Someone else was fighting him, preparing to strike. He won't lose! Damian gripped the person's arms and slammed them to the floor, wrapping his hands around their neck and the Lazarus Pit was basically screaming at him to keep going.

It's not right... I...

Damian loosened his grip "No... no I can't" Damian was moved to the side. It was Stephanie, she was coughing and yet she looked worried. Bruce was the one who moved Damian away, everyone was checking on Stephanie.

Yet she stilled smiled her best and looked at Damian "Don't worry about it D. I didn't mean to scare you by moving behind. I should've said something"

Why is he like this? He can't even be around his family properly now. A whole month... fighting, struggling and bleeding. He finally made it to a place of comfort and yet he was screwing that up too. Damian left the room, heading to his room without a second glance back. Slamming his door shut and locking it as he curled up on his bed and hid.

.

Get the kid on the chair, think his lungs might be full of water, gotta clean it out

How many sparks today?

Six for now

.

So how's he looking?

Ready for the ring

Good. This show is gonna be good

.

I'll kill you!

...no. You most definitely won't

There you have it folks! Storm Devil has won thirty fights in a row in just a week! Hence he will be known as our first ever, Champion!

You live another day Champion. Making me proud. Heh, you keep glaring at me like that you sure got guts. Just make sure those guts don't spill on the ring and you won't lose

.

"Damian"

Damian opened his eyes and sat up, he didn't sleep just lost in thought. "Who is it?" "Dick" "Come in" "It's locked" "Oh, right"

Unlocking it, Dick smiled a bit "Hey there. How is everything going?" "Is... is she okay?" "Come on, you know Steph she's a fighter, she wouldn't go down without a fight" "Yeah... she wouldn't, are you here on Father's request?" "Yes and no. I showed up because he asked me to see what you were doing. I decided to see how you are doing. So, how are you?"

"I'm... out of it I suppose. I feel like I'm still fighting..." Damian sat on his bed and Dick sat next to him. Damian entangled his fingers through his hair "I'm still fighting... still killing, I snapped his neck and I don't even know who he was yet I remember the look on his face, he was terrified and angry. He was going to kill me. Instead I killed him... and many others who I don't even know either. Boys, girls, men, women who I never knew yet I slaughtered them without a thought. A part of me didn't even care"

"We--" Dick shook his head slightly and looked at Damian with a fierce look "I should have found you. I should have looked more, you were alone for so long... it's not fair to go through so much. I should've found you"

"Don't blame yourself... you all looked, I'm furious still for reasons I can't explain. Maybe the Pit, the flashbacks, the fear or guilt turning into anger... I don't know how to get over it, there's still so much of my childhood fighting in me and I thought I could move past some of it yet I'm right back where I started" Damian threw himself into Dick's arms and held him tightly. Dick shook of the quick surprise he felt and hugged Damian. "Please stay... I don't want to be alone, his voice is in my head and it won't go away. He called me "his" I was just a toy to them and I don't want to be a part of it anymore"

"I'm here, I got you. No one can hurt or use you ever again"

[morgana-ren]

How do the Bastard Four™ celebrate their world's holidays? With or without a girl involved, your choice.

Oh good god it can get real fucking weird.

Alright, so, naturally, it depends per holiday. Christmas is VASTLY different than, say, Valentine's day. A lot of it depends on how much they care for you. If it's your first year with them? Whew boy.

Keep the fuck away from Valentine's Day, Christ on a cross, keep away from Valentine's day. If you're going to choose a day to try to run away, Valentine's day is a good one-- but it might not help. They'll just make you do it on the 15th or whatever.

Reaver uses any and all holiday as an excuse to demand the nasty, sick, atrocious, degrading sex he wants (not that he doesn't do that anyway but you know.) Christmas? It's his present. Hannukah? It's his present. Independence day? Pay him tribute, you wouldn't be celebrating it without rich pricks like him. St. Patricks day? He doesn't know what Ireland is but he's happy to get drunk and make you suck him like a lollipop. (He doesn't know what most holidays are but he will abuse it anyway. Any excuse to spend money.) Don't forget his birthday. Basically any excuse he can. That's just who he is. Any excuse for sex and getting absolutely trashed and spending absurd amounts of money doing it.

If he really likes you, he will dote on you. You'll be getting some really expensive, lovely things (which honestly you get a lot of anyway because he buys your affection) but by God, at what cost. Later on down the line when he's grown very attached, Reaver will make a whole deal of your birthday or Christmas or any holiday where he has an excuse to show off. He will make it a point to 'outdo' the others. He will spend millions to make you like him better than the others. When he is trying to genuinely express himself, he will make you something. He'll give you the most beautiful painting you've ever seen like it's nothing and hide the fact that he painted it just for you.

Astarion has, like, no idea about holidays outside of what Corvus tells him. He's not religious and he's never particularly cared either. He will happily abuse them like the others, however. He's the most likely to be nicer about it, especially over the others, because he's a manipulative shit and he knows the others are going to go nuts and he could be favored if he plays his cards right. He realizes it could be an important day. He will get you presents and what not, but he expects something in return, obviously. He will get just as weird with it as the other ones if they really encourage him, but sometimes he's going to deliberately try to antagonize you so you snap and start acting up in the hopes that the others toss you to him to 'discipline.' That's his present. He could be the sweetest, or he could be the fuckin' worst.

Astarion doesn't buy affection like Reaver does, but he will steal some money from Reaver to get you something nice that he thinks you'll like if it's a gift giving holiday. He's less flash and more thought. Mostly he, like the others, uses holidays as an excuse to get closer to you or to get something he wants. But once he really loves and cares about you, he will use it to express his feelings for you in ways he normally wouldn't. He struggles with gifts but he's going to try to get you something that you would enjoy.

Ilya doesn't understand modern holidays. At all. He understands religion. He remembers his old one. But considering he's a devil and so is Corvus, and they literally know what is on the other side, he doesn't understand what the point is in pretending. That being said, he will humor you if you believe it's important, mostly because he finds it fascinating and he tucks it away in his mental catalog. He will exchange gifts and pleasantries but mostly it's just a study. He, like all of the others, will abuse holidays, but he's a bit... weirder with it.

If he genuinely likes you, he will get you something he knows you truly want or enjoy. His presents are always a bit more 'meaningful' to the point you might actually be surprised he even knows. He favors books and trips for memories and other things that have lasting impact. He will abuse holidays for sex as well, but the way he sees it, he's doing that anyway. It's just a game to him.

With Corvus, it depends. Are you actually religious? Because if you are, he will observe it, but he gets very very weird about it. He's going to twist words and scriptures and do an in-depth deep dive into your religion so he can 'punish' you if you slip up. He genuinely believes your God is inferior to his, but religious girls get his rocks off, even if they're only religious by blood. He's going to pull the whole 'submit to your husband' shit and things of that nature. Holidays are an excuse for him to exercise different forms of depravity that he doesn't always get to. That's really only part of it. Truth is, he's going to take control of the day and manipulate it to get whatever he wants out of it. He just also has an overpowering religious fetish.

Like all of the guys, when he actually loves you, he's likely to be a bit softer. He will use certain holidays to express his love for you in ways he won't usually throughout the year. He can be genuinely kind and thoughtful. Family and spending time together are very important, so he's the most likely to get into the 'spirit' of the holiday by trying to make everyone spend time and be nice-- sometimes at your expense. But Corvus is remarkably observant and you might be surprised at just how incredibly thoughtful he can be. There's going to be something you want desperately, and while you won't ever get what you truly want (freedom) but he'll get you something so touching you might cry. This is a double-whammy for him.

Ultimately, this is just a quick rundown and really, it heavily depends per holiday. If there's a particular holiday or guy or whatever else have you have in mind, let me know.

When it comes to just regular holidays without an object of affection, they don't always celebrate. Corvus will say it's his birthday same as he always does when there's something he wants. Astarion won't know what day it is until you tell him. Reaver will go all out and be extravagant but that's not because he's observing the holiday, he's just being a cock. Ilya will just go "Huh. Okay." The only holidays that matter in that house are Banite holidays, which Corvus is extremely pious about. He will make Reaver and Astarion observe, because they technically converted to get him to shut up about it.

[nyxthejinx]

Not gonna lie, i had a thought about the sibling au and it won’t leave my mind. Like imagine for a sec if childe ever met with diluc and kaeya (because the idea of original vs found family makes me feel emotional) like reader either a) runs to childe after the mondstat conflict again emotionally drained or hurt (doesn’t matter in particular) and childe is ready to go to mondstat to raise hell or b) childe and the reader see diluc and kaeya and the reader just clings to childe and calls him their big brother (i just keep imagining childe being smug as hell about it) and watching diluc and kaeya pale as the one of the fatui harbingers took their spot as big brothers and they don’t have a good argument to say how they are better brothers

Childe raising hell for adopted younger sibling is clearly canon. He'd stop at nothing to make them feel better, whether it takes money, comfort food cooked by none other than himself, or some extra violence while they're not looking.

I'm sure he'd take up the role of guardian devil angel as soon as he sees them covered in mud and trembling in Dottore's coat like a lost puppy, but when he finds out about their past? He's not "paying a visit" to Mond only because they begged him to let it be. He's livid, whoever treats their loved ones like this is not family.

So, instead of doing his own justice, Childe focuses on giving reader everything they had lost. Asks for their custody (would fistfight a horde of Dottore clones if needed), helps them become stronger and confident, but most importantly tries to keep them as far as possible from Mondstadt until they're ready to go back.

If they end up there because of a mission he can't change, he'll be both anxious cause duh, they're not completely ready on a psychological level, but also kind of thrilled to see if they'll make use of his teachings and yeah, take some good revenge.

And if he's assigned to that mission as well? F for Diluc and Kaeya cause he's about to destroy them with a mere easygoing smile and some passive aggressive words. "Oh, so you're y/n's old brothers? I've heard a lot about you two. Whether it was good or bad things is up to your conscience imagination ahah."

He'll keep a protective arm around your shoulders, tightening the grip as he notices Diluc borderline having and aneurysm, and go on nonchalantly "Well, we'll go now, promised my little sibling here a good meal after this long journey."

And that's it, enjoy your permanence in the city of Freedom where you've never felt more free than now, with this absolute menace by your side.

[ilovefandoms102]

Suga Daddy- Part 1*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader, Chris Evans x Sugar Baby! Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Chris makes his move…

Note: I’m so so excited to get this first part up I hope you guys like it🥰

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Warnings🛑: heavy smut(age gap, sugar daddy/sugar baby, unprotected vaginal sex, oral(fem receiving), spanking, beard kink, breeding kink, daddy kink, dom/sub aspects, praise kink)

Part 2*

Please read the warnings I’m not responsible for your media consumption.

Special shout-out to my bestie @fairyevans​ for making this for me🥰

Dressed in that leather

That salt and pepper

Walked across the bar and then he ordered me a vesper

Say he a businessman

He wanna be my friend

Say he in town for the weekend and need some pleasure

Now he wanna take me to the room

And he said I'll do anything for you ooh

So I gave him the number to my bank

And I'll come up as soon as it comes through

You smirked to yourself as the man approached you, it’s showtime…

“A G&T, and another of whatever the lady is having on the tab for Evans…Chris Evans.” the man said, your brow arching at the familiar sounding name.

“Of course Mr.Evans, coming right up.” the bartender replied, turning their back as they made the order.

“I’m used to men thinking they know what a woman wants to drink.” you said as you peered up at Mr.Evans through your lashes.

The deep chuckle that rumbled from his chest had you squeezing your thighs together.

“If I’m going to pay for a beautiful woman’s drink, I’d hope it’d be something she likes.” Chris chuckled, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Tell me your name pretty,” he said, his voice so demanding it made you shiver a bit.

“Y/n,” you answered, air whooshing from your lungs as his eyes darkened.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” he hummed, taking his drink which the bartender brought along with yours.

A few drinks later along with small talk, Chris was actually a really amazing man. He grew up in Boston, graduated top of his class in college and owned several businesses.

“I have an offer for you Miss Y/n.” Chris smiled mischievously, his hand squeezing your thigh.

“And what’s that Mr.Evans?” you questioned, biting your lip as you slowly looked up into his eyes.

“I’m back in town for a while, and to put it quite plainly…I need some pleasure. I’m offering you a life of no worries that’s all on your terms.” he explained, heart galloping as he awaited your response.

“Hmmm, that’s a very enticing offer, so where are you staying?” you asked, wondering if this man had as much money as he claimed.

Chris leaned in close, close enough you felt his breath on your lips. You couldn’t keep yourself from glancing at them, they were so plump and inviting.

“I actually own the hotel across the street…so what do you say pretty?” he asked again, his lips brushing yours.

This is where you had to play your cards, so with a smirk, you grabbed a napkin and a pen. You jotted down some numbers and slid them over.

“I’ll come up as soon as it comes through handsome.” you winked, strutting your way out of the bar.

Your jaw practically fell to the ground as you stared at the notification from your bank.

Christopher Evans deposited $20,000 to account number xxxxxx1234

You gulped as you stood in front of the extremely expensive looking hotel, glancing down at the text message from the devil himself.

Chris❤️: Tell the front desk your name and they'll escort you to my room. Can't wait to see you pretty😉

Were you actually about to do this?

Is this wrong?

A part of you told you to run, but the other part said who the fuck cares. This hot ass man is paying you half of your student loans to have sex with him, and dammit you were doing it. You held your head high as you walked to the receptionist, the old woman immediately giving you a nasty look.

“Hello, my name is y/n, I believe Mr.Evans is expecting me.” you smiled kindly.

The woman’s eyes widened, her expression changing into a friendly hostess.

“Of course, right this way my dear.” she squeaked, maneuvering from the desk to meet you where you stood.

She led you to the elevators which were separate not only from the reception area which was practically the size of a house, but also away from two restaurants, a breakfast area, and a convenience shop. Twenty thousand must be like pocket change to Chris.

The receptionist rode up with you to the 15th floor, escorting you to the end of the hall where a double door sat.

“Enjoy your stay Miss Y/n,” she chirped, leaving you alone as she bustled back to the elevator.

It was like he sensed your presence because in the next second, the door was opening. Chris had changed into a much more casual outfit, replacing his suit for jeans and a grey, long sleeved shirt.

“Please, come in.” he grinned as he stepped aside.

You had to fight to keep your mouth from dropping again as you took in the apartment sized room. Aligned with glass windows, the room glowed under the soft light of the chandelier that hung in the middle of the high ceiling. On your right, a complete kitchen that led to both a dining table and a couch with a flat screen TV, and on the left, an Alaskan king bed completed with long drapes. To the left of the bed sat a large clawfoot bathtub, your thoughts immediately leading to him fucking you in that bathtub.

“It’s not much, but it’ll do for the time being.” he shrugged, sitting your purse and coat on the end stand table beside the door.

“It’s perfect,” you muttered, still in awe of such beauty a room could hold.

Chris chuckled, finding it completely adorable how enamored you were with just the room. He secretly hoped with time, you’d look at him the same way.

You turned, walking closer and wrapping yourself around his muscular body. You didn’t even want to think about your arrangement, just him. You wanted your mind and body to be completely his.

“Tell me what you want pretty,” he murmured, his blue eyes gazing into yours so deep you swore he was trying to entrance you.

“I want you…to fuck me.” you grinned seductively, the growl that emitted from his chest making you shiver.

In the next second, you were airborne as Chris lifted you into his arms. He laid you down gently on the bed, his hands roaming your voluptuous figure. You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped as he groped your tits, eager for more.

“So responsive pretty, god you’re gorgeous.” Chris hummed, pulling down the straps of your dress.

“Chris, please.” you whined, gasping when his big hand swatted your ass.

“You call me daddy babygirl.” he instructed, your head nodding immediately.

“Sorry daddy,” you whispered, pouting your bottom lip.

Chris leaned down and kissed your perfect lips, his tongue swiping around to taste you. He pulled down the front of your dress, grabbing a hold of your boobs and swiping his thumbs over your perky nipples. Your back arched into him, the tingling feeling making your clit throb.

You wanted him to ruin you.

Chris moved his kisses down your neck, taking his time as he left love bites. He would make sure everyone knew you were his. One thumb he was using to swipe at your nipples traveled down, down until he reached your thong. He pulled away, looking down at the soaked fabric as he hooked his finger in the front, and pulled it between your pussy lips.

“Hmmm, my pretty baby is soaked.” Chris grinned, your hips shooting up before Chris clamped them down with his other hand.

“Be good.” he growled, using your panties to run against your clit.

“Daddy please, I want you.” you whined, tears of frustration starting to build.

Chris took mercy on you, peeling your ruined undies down your legs. You slid your dress the rest of the way off, your naked body completely exposed to him.

Chris was in complete awe of your body, his dick growing painfully harder the longer he stared. You sat up, sliding your hands under his shirt to find hard muscles, the ridges of his abs coming into view. He pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, planting a hand to your chest and pushing you down.

“Stay still pretty, daddy is going to eat his desert.” he smirked, propping your legs up on the bed and going to town.

“Fuck daddy!” you cried, your hands fisting in his hair as his tongue worked you.

Chris nuzzled his nose against your clit as his tongue fucked you, curling up into that spot that had your eyes rolling. He moaned at your taste, the sweet nectar the best he’s ever had. He swore to himself he would eat you out any chance he got, no matter the time or place.

Your sweet mewls urged him on, licking his way up to take your clit in his mouth. Your chest heaved as he sucked, he had to be some kind of magician. You’ve never felt this much pleasure in your life.

“I’m so close daddy.” you panted, wrapping your legs around his head to keep him there.

You welcomed the burning of his beard, knowing the red welts would be a reminder of how good your daddy was to you.

“Cum for your daddy pretty girl.” he growled, inserting his fingers and curling them inside you.

He shook his head against you, burying his face further which caused him to hit spots you didn’t even know you had. Chris fingered you harder, hitting that spongy spot which had you screaming as your orgasm crashed.

Your body shook as Chris stimulated you through your high, eventually taking his fingers out so he could lap up your cum. Chris laid gentle kisses on your thighs, smoothing his hand on your belly as you calmed down.

“You did so good pretty, daddy is so proud of you.” Chris praised, your cheeks heating as your heart thumped that he was being so sweet.

“I want to do something for you now, daddy.” you smiled, rubbing your thumbs along his bearded cheeks.

“Not tonight pretty, tonight is all about you.” he said as he kissed your lips sweetly.

“Chris…” you whispered, unsure as you came out of character to make sure that’s what he wanted.

“I’m sure sweet girl, daddy is going to take care of his baby.” he whispered against your lips.

Chris kept kissing you as he removed his pants along with his boxers, giving himself a few tugs before teasing your entrance with his tip.

“Please,” you whimpered, pushing your hips towards his.

“Shhhh baby, relax.” Chris whispered, slowly entering you.

You couldn’t even form thoughts about the feeling, he was stretching you perfectly. His eyes stayed glued on your face, needing to capture every reaction as you felt his every move. You let out a whiny moan, he was so big, and it felt so, so good.

“You’re perfect pretty, so fuckin’ perfect.” Chris growled, bottoming out as he let out a sexy groan.

“Feels so good daddy,” you smiled, raking your nails up his back into his hair.

Chris slowly began to thrust, watching as your pussy swallowed his cock so beautifully. His lips reattached to yours, swallowing your cries of passion.

“Daddy, give it to me, please.” you begged, wanting nothing more than for him to ram you with his cock.

“You sure baby? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt his baby.” he pouted, and you reassured him with a single kiss.

Chris smirked as he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into yours. You threw your head back, wrapping your legs around his waist. Chris bit and licked at your skin, his beard scraping against the heated skin which made your clit throb even harder.

“You like daddy’s cock baby?” Chris asked, grinning as your head nodded.

Chris sat up, grabbing a hold of your hips and jack hammered into you. A scream flew from your lips, the heat in your abdomen rising rapidly. You knew he was hitting your gspot by the way your legs shook, the pleasure becoming so overwhelming your brain couldn’t function.

“Gonna cum again for daddy pretty?” he questioned, feeling close himself.

“Yes, yes daddy.” you answered, squeaking when his thumb snuck down to rub your clit in tight circles.

“Daddy is gonna fill you up baby, and you’re gonna take every last drop.” he growled, pistoning his hips faster.

“Oh fuck daddy! Don't stop!” you screamed.

The band snapped, and you released all over Chris. You clamped down on Chris, milking him as he released inside of you seconds later. He held himself in as he collapsed on your chest, sticky bodies meshing together. Once the two of you had calmed down, Chris was placing gentle kisses on your cheeks.

He already knew this was going to be so much fun, and he couldn’t wait to explore this new relationship with you.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Hey i just had a weird thought about mammon and its mostly like, do you think he still had the power to bless people with money when he was angel? Bc there’s two sides to money when it comes to religion and one is where wealth is the favor of god (so, having it but not necessarily wanting it) and the other where it is the temptation of the devil (hoarding it, willing to do whatever bad thing to acquire), so i think it would be interesting if he could do so. Perhaps an angel though he could only do it to people who fulfill a certain standard (perhaps devotion to god?) and was forbidden from blessing anyone else so maybe thats why he went around doing ridiculous shit like selling “raphael’s” feathers so he could give money to people he thought needed it but didn’t meet the standard/were “worthy” of it. Then when he became a demon he had free reign and started blessing people like crazy but he unknowingly made it like a gateway drug to the other sins (bc if you’re so wealthy its obviously bc you deserve it right? (Pride), or if you’re so wealthy you can make everyone do everything for you why bother doing it yourself? (Sloth), you see how it goes right?)

Anyways long ramble cut really short bc i have bad articulation skills but Mammon’s ability to bless others with fortune being present since he was an angel and it being one of the most corruptible forces making him the second most powerful brother (or maybe the most? Idk greed is scary when you think of it in how capitalism destroys lives)

So this is a pretty sound theory (I particularly love the favour of god vs the temptation of the devil part cause I am a sucker for parallels and equal but opposing forces) but to answer the first question you asked: I don't think he had that power as an angel, cause I'm one of those assholes who can't help but stick to canon as much as possible

So here's why I don't agree

1. Heaven & Angels

• I don't think the angels in OM! have the same significance as angels in irl religion (I also think that the celestial realm is not heaven nor is it that similar to heaven. I made a post about it here)

• By that I mean, I don't think angels in OM! offer blessings to humans? Because:

-> They were at war with the demons during the time and probably couldn't spare the time

-> It was forbidden for angels to go to the human world or interact with humans at the time

-> The whole Lilith thing happened cause she "blessed" a human

2. Mammon's Role

• Even if angels gave blessings I don't think it'd fall under Mammon's jurisdiction

• OM! angels seem like a very strict set who are expected to stick to the roles assigned to their level in the hierarchy

• Mammon was first an archangel - a warrior in the war - and then a throne - basically Lucifer's assistant

3. Greed

• Even as angels the brothers had their sins or they displayed their sins to a lesser extent (eg: Asmo flirted a lot (had romantic partners?) and liked parties, Beel ate a lot and was restraining himself from doing so, Levi was envious of everyone else having set positions after the War ended, Belphie ran away from work to hide in his tree and take naps, Mammon was running the whole Raphael's feathers scam, Lucifer's pride was a large part of why his first interaction with Diavolo was like that)

• As a demon, the whole process of people Mammon favours, getting lucky with money seems wholly unconscious from Mammon's side. In a devilgram, Mammon takes MC out to gamble for the first time and you can play MC as being completely incompetent at it but they'll still keep getting lucky and will end up winning every round they play. Mammon's just as shocked by this as them

• So Mammon doesn't willingly give money to people he favours. And he if was still greedy as an angel then he probably didn't willingly give money back then too

[fratboykate]

Papi, it's been 84 years since you fed us Gladiator AU and you left it in a juicy place. Where is it going next?

They're riding like hell on that horse. Like they're running from the devil himself, well... because they are. Actually, they're running from much worse. They're running from the might of the entire fucking Roman empire. They've been riding for hours and Kate is crying uncle from the back. Yelena is ANNOYED. This is Kate's fucking fault and now she's "tired". Ain't that cute lol. But Yelena runs the horse into the forest and finds them a spot. They can rest...BUT NOT FOR LONG.

"I'm going to go see if I can find us water."

Yelena is being hella snippy and, frankly...I don't blame her. The fuck did Kate just talk her into?! The severity of it has sunk in as they've been riding and she's mad Kate made her kill a bunch of innocent people. Killing people in the arena is one thing but none of those people had to die. She was a Gladiator not a fucking murderer. She's also fully convinced it won't take a genius to figure this out and that they'll be after them/her in not time so she's STRESSED.

Yelena starts to leave in whichever fucking direction. They're literally in the woods at night. She doesn't have a fucking clue where she is going to supposedly "look for water" aka mostly she just needs space for a second. But Kate, Kate never knowing when to read a room comes after her and is like

"Hi."

"Bitchhhhhhhhhh...did I not leave you on horse babysitting duty???"

Yelena keeps walking but Kate literally cuts her off, stands in front of her, holds her face, and kisses her. For the first time in almost nine months Kate's lips are on hers.

Within seconds the waterskin Yelena was carrying is on the floor and her hands are around Kate. Within a minute they're on the floor ripping each other's clothes off.

---

Later, when they're tired and spent, and with the moonlight illuminating them, Kate straddles Yelena and does her best to examine her body looking at all the new scars she doesn't remember from before. Kate had memorized Yelena's body and she can easily spot which ones weren't there. Yelena tells her the story of all of them.

Yelena is now reminded why the bullshit from the last twelve hours is all worth it. She'd kill anyone she has to for a million nights like this. After a while they fall asleep in tangled in each other's bodies.

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When Yelena wakes up Kate isn't there. She puts her clothes on and she walks back to where they left the horse. The horse is gutted open and Kate is sitting there, tears running down her face with a dude holding a knife to her neck.

"She's finally up. Lucky for me, you're not that hard to find Beast."

"Did Drusus send you?"

This is one of the headhunters that is after her.

"At least you're smarter than you look and..."

One of Yelena's knives is tucked out of sight on her back along her waistline. She isn't sure how Kate gets the message but it's a good thing they're on the same wavelength because all she has to do is look at Kate a certain way and Kate knows to move her head out of dodge. Out of nowhere Yelena's knife comes hurtling at the dude's skull, lands in his eye socket, and cuts him off mid sentence. He's dead.

While Yelena runs up to the dude and starts picking his pockets to see what he has on him she's is like "BITCH...moveeeee!" because Kate is sitting there, lounging like they're on vacation.

They take his horse and jet.

They get to the nearest town and Yelena gives Kate some of the dude's money.

"Go get new clothes. You 1) have dude's blood on you and 2) stand out everywhere with your rich girl fit. Get shit you can blend in with. I'm going to go get us some stuff. Keep your head down. Don't attract attention to yourself."

"Clothes, generic, be chill. GOT IT!"

Does Katerina Episkupus have a SINGLE FUCKING CHILL BONE IN HER FUCKING BODY?! We all know she doesn't...

Sooooooo...Yelena is over at the food end of the market getting them supplies to last them days. They're probably going to have to go deep into hiding if she also has headhunters after her and they can't be going places to get food and water. They need to be stocked up. All of a sudden...a commotion from the center of the market. Then she hears Kate's loud ass fucking mouth. OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

She quickly pays for this shit, grabs all the other things she had already bought, and hustles through the crowd. She finds Kate legit brawling with a dude and the entire market looking at them. Yelena jumps in and the dude is on the floor with one punch. She looks at Kate and she's like

"WHAT PART OF THIS IS FUCKING BEING CHILL?!"

"He punched his wife. I had to punch him."

"jcmsbfksjfkwfjsjfjdn I WANT TO KILL YOU."

Yelena grabs all their shit and drags Kate out of there while everyone on the market stares at them. Then Yelena notices Kate's hands are empty and she doesn't have any bags.

"Did you get clothes? Where are the clothes?"

"😬😬😬"

"KATE!"

"I was in the middle of buying clothes from him and then he was a fucking prick."

Right then they're walking by a stall that has clothes hanging and Yelena just rips whatever was closest to her hand off the hanger and they basically start running at that point. Add "thief" to the growing list of crimes Kate continues to drive her to commit.

The commotion has attracted the attention of the young rookie soldiers that are assigned to patrol the market. One of them takes one good look at Yelena and instantly recognizes her. He used to be a Gladiator stan at one point. He went to games every weekend with this family. It was his fucking jam. He grew up watching Yelena fight in the arena. There's no mistaking her.

What is a woman like THAT doing here, causing these sorts of trouble, and accompanied by another woman who is clearly of much higher status??? That's definitely going to stick out in his mind.

If this is how these idiots were trying to fly under the radar they MISERABLY failed. Word is already starting to spread that Yelena is wanted for the murder of a Roman General so it's not going to be long before every soldier in the Republic is looking for her and being asked about her...including this kid.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 10 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.5 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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“It won't take long now,” Billy mutters, his hand holding yours are you both walk through the beach. Everyone is at the snack bar, eyes on the TV, getting all the details about the most famous gang being finally arrested. “Your father will call and you can go back home.”

“I know.” Moving a strand of hair away from your face, you look down as the ripples reach your feet. “I'll go. Spend the night there and on the next morning I'll tell them.” The plan comes up suddenly because that's the best you can give them. A last night in the house before moving out for good. “I'll tell them I'll drop out of college and look for something I really wanna study. That we're dating and I'll be living with you.”

“Are you sure about this? Because you know they won't let it go that easily.”

“I know and I don't care.” Stopping, you move to stand before him, cupping his cheeks. “I mean, you still want me to live with you, right?”

“I do.” Leaning closer, Billy kisses you, soft and slow. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tiptoe. “And I need you to know that I won't accept the money your father said he'd give for... Sheltering you.”

“Baby, you can accept it. I don't mind.”

“I can't. Having you at my place was... It is amazing, all the money in the world wouldn't be enough to pay for what you gave me.” Biting your lip, you smile at his words, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“You're so romantic.” In a sassy tone, you step back when his face changes, ready to run if necessary.

“Just don't tell anyone,” Billy whispers, and, in a sudden motion, he moves forward, arms around your waist, lifting you up.

“I won't!” You exclaim, laughing as he spins you around before setting you down again. “It'll be our secret.” Whispering on his ear, you giggle when a bigger wave hits your calves.

“I guess the future talk will happen sooner rather than later.” He states, pulling away before another wave soaks your skirt even more.

“Yeah... I guess so.” Clearing your throat, you blush a little to remember what he said earlier. “That, Uhm... About kids.” Wait. You shouldn't bring that up. It's way too soon, and be was probably kidding. “I mean, let's get real first. I'll drop off of college and focus on my job. I like it and maybe choose another course I like. Mmm... That's pretty much it. You?”

Billy gives you a look, shaking his head lightly. Trying to dissimulate with Billy is useless. You're an open book to him, you have been since day one. “Neil was a devil of a father. And I want to be better.” His voice gets darker at the mention of Neil. You don't know the man, but you hate him with all your strength for what he did to Billy. You hope you'll never see him face to face, or else you won't be able to keep from breaking his damn nose. “Of course I never actually thought of it before, but now... You just... You messed me up, ok? In a good way, but still, you messed me up and now I'm making plans.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, Billy sits down on the sand, and you do the same, climbing on top of him. “And that's all your fault.”

“My fault? I wasn't trying to make you fall for me.” Defending yourself, you push him down until he's lying on his back and you're lying on top of him.

“If you were trying, I'd have fallen for you when you gave me that lemonade.” He places a kiss on your nose, making you giggle. “Or even before, when I saw you walking around the house... Avoiding me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I noticed that, princess.”

“Well, I couldn't talk to you and risk sounding like a complete idiot.” Taking both his hands, you hold them down on each side of his head, ignoring his cocky face. “And it's your fault for being so good looking.”

“Hey, hey! You two!” A yell gets your attention, and when you turn your head to see, you find Stacy and Anne. “We're watching you.”

“Creepy.” You mutter, moving off of him and back on your feet. “But guess the party isn't over yet, and honey, I want to dance.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't dance with my lady.” In a quick motion, he's back up, arms around your waist as you make your way back to the bonfire.

•••

It takes three days until your father calls you. He doesn't say much, just that the gang is arrested and it's now safe for you to go back home.

Home. That house isn't home, but you comply, not wanting to make them sad or anything. So it's after lunch when Billy is driving you there, not a single thing with you. You didn't even bother to bring a bag to fake it. It'll be only one night, and then you'll sit and talk to them.

When you're moving through the gates, the same feeling you once had comes back. You feel suffocated, surrounded by all the things you don't care about. There will be a few people over, and they'll get into those meaningless conversations again, and they'll be looking at you, judging you. They'll talk about your clothes. They're normal, not insanely expensive. No... Your mother will make you go upstairs and change immediately. The lump in your throat only surrenders a bit when you feel Billy's hand on your thigh.

“You'll alright?”

“Yeah, just... Thinking about tomorrow. I'll talk to them, get my car, and when you're back from work, I'll be there.” That's your goal. That's what you're so damn excited for. Tomorrow evening, which will be exactly like the evenings you've been having for months. And you love every single one of them.

“I can't wait.” He gives you a glance and smiles. Your smile. The one that's not cocky and doesn't have a hidden meaning behind it. Not a sassy one. Just a bright, beautiful, genuine smile, that lights up his whole face.

The moment he stops the car by the front door, you get separated. You knew this would happen, so you're prepared. After hugs, tears, and welcomes from both your parents and the sea of people here, your mother guides you upstairs, making you change into a white dress with sunflowers. You don't complain, you just do as she says. For the last time.

Back downstairs, you see Billy and your father talking by the door. He tries to hand Billy a piece of paper, a paycheck probably, but Billy refuses. After a while, Billy leaves, but not before glancing at you. You know it's only for a short period, but you feel like part of your heart is going with him.

“(Y/N), honey?” Your mother calls. “Won't you answer Mrs. Vanner?”

“Oh, yes...” Shaking your head lightly, you try to focus on... Whatever they're talking about. “Sorry, what was it again?”

“I'm sure you're happy to be back home after so long having to live in such a small space.” Mrs. Vanner says, her fake, wide smile making it really hard not to roll your eyes.

Of course they know where you were now. Mother had to tell them, just for the sake of the gossip. “How can you possibly know the size of Billy's apartment?” You snap, not really trying to keep the sweet tone.

“Oh, please. Mr. Hargrove is the man who washes my son's car. How big can his place be.” She sounds so gentle, so plastic.

You should keep your mouth shut. You should play along, keep up the act until tomorrow morning, just until tomorrow morning. But you can't. You lost the ability to fake it. “Yeah. It is small. Your ego wouldn't fit in it.”

“(Y/N)!” Your mother exclaims, almost choking on her drink. “Where are your manners?”

“That's alright. Living with someone from a different class may have her used to different kinds of behavior.” Mrs. Vanner snaps, in an apologetic tone.

“Something we can agree on!” You exclaim, giving her a big smile. “That's a first.”

“(Y/N), that's enough.”

“I agree with that too.” Putting your drink down, you stand up from the armchair. “I'll head upstairs and rest for a bit.” Without saying anything else, you walk away, the high heels echoing through the empty spaces. But you stop in the middle of the stairs to kick them away before running to your bedroom.

But of course, there's a hell of a dinner. And, of course, you have to be there, nodding and smiling, pretending to pay attention to whatever they're saying. With your leg bouncing under the table, you play with your fancy food. Your mind floats back home. To the apartment. Billy is probably home already, eating what's left of the lasagna you made together yesterday. That lasagna is so much better than this boeuf bourguignon you're being forced to eat.

“Are you excited to go back to college, (Y/N)?” Mr. Eleanor asks, and you silently nod. “I bet you'll be an amazing lawyer just like your father over there.”

“Yeah.” Until they find you a rich husband and you have to abandon your career to turn into a housewife, with nothing to do but to administrate the house and spend rivers of money on useless things.

The dinner goes on for endless hours, and the small get together after has you exhausted. When you excuse yourself, getting to your bedroom, you fill up your tub and spend an hour or two there, trying to relax in a house that doesn't feel like yours anymore. It never did, but now, that feeling is amplified since you found a place you feel at home.

By the time you're in your pajamas, lying on the bed, it's way past midnight. The chattering died and everyone left, but still, you can't sleep. Kicking the sheets away, you get to your feet, walking to the balcony and breathing in the night air when you push the slide door opened. Billy fixed your railing. He was here before you even exchanged a single word with him. And you wish he was here now. With you. You didn't know exactly why you couldn't sleep, but now you do. Billy is always holding you, one way or another, and hugging the pillow doesn't compare. Is it what love is? Losing the capacity of falling asleep away from the person you love? Stepping forward, you let your fingers touch the cold metal, a smile coming to your lips.

California never felt like home. Until you found Billy.

Giving your huge garden a look, taking in the green grass and threes under the low lights, eyes wandering through its extension, you smile. And, in the blink of an eye, you know what to do.

The car keys are in the same place you left them, in a small vase on your dresser. Taking them, you put on the first pair of flats you find, having the decency of trying not to make too much noise on your way out. But you don't care, not anymore. On your way downstairs, you halt on the last step when you see Amelia, in her nightgown, coming from the kitchen with a mug in her hands. She's a little startled and confused, but her expression softens after a while.

“Don't try to stop me.” You say in a low voice.

“Are you going to be with Billy?” She asks, but by the look on her face, she already knows the answer. Amelie knows you too well, a lot better than your parents.

“Yes. I love him.” It comes out naturally, and it gives you a sense of freedom you can't describe. Saying it, here, is amazing.

“Then go, bunny.” Amelia smiles, and you rush to give her a tight hug before making your way to the garage, straight into your pink Cadillac.

You never enjoyed driving as much as you do now that you're going somewhere you wanna be. The streets are only half empty, and you decide to put the top down to feel the night air on your face, only to put it up again when you reach the parking lot. There are a few spaces, thank God, and you park on the first one you find, running up to Billy's apartment, panting after the six sets of stairs leading to the third floor.

But it doesn't matter. You're at his door, and it doesn't matter. You have the key, but the whole keychain is inside, so you have no choice but to knock a few times.

And when the door is open, a very sleepy Billy seems all confused, as if he just saw a ghost. “(Y/N)?”

“I couldn't sleep.” You simply say, keeping your voice as low as you can despite still trying to catch your breath.

His confusion fades away, and a smile takes over. “Me neither.” Stepping forward, Billy wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you inside with him before pushing the door close and crashing his lips on yours.

This was the right decision, as crazy as it seems. When Billy kisses you, you know that everything you did that led to this moment was right. He's pulling you to the bedroom when the phone rings. The damn thing has the bad habit of interrupting you.

“Let me–”

“No. I know who it is.” Cutting him off, you pull away, walking over the phone. You don't think much before answering it. “Hi, dad.”

“Wha– (Y/N)?” He stutters, and your mother says something on the back about her being right. “What the hell are you doing there? Your mother went to your room and you were gone, she almost had a heart attack!”

“I'm sorry. I'm at Billy's.”

“Why in the hell are you there? Get your ass back home now.”

“No.” You state, crossing your arms.

“What do you mean by ‘no’?” He scoffs. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Father, I'm an adult and I know exactly what I'm doing.” Taking a deep breath, you run a hand through your hair. “We have a lot to talk about, and I'll explain everything, I promise. Meet me tomorrow in your favorite restaurant at noon.”

“What? I won't–”

“If you want to know what's going on and why I came back here, you'll go. Tell mother to go as well. Have a good night.” Without allowing him to say anything else, you hang up. Turning to look at Billy, you sigh. “Call in sick tomorrow, because I'll need you with me.”

“I have a couple of days off I can use, don't worry.” He comes closer, pulling you into a tight hug. “I'll be right there with you.”

“They'll say all kinds of mean things, you know that, right?”

“I don't care.”

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[british-bombs]

( TO BEAT THE DEVIL ) An introduction.

FORMAT: teleplay / novel

GENRE: horror, coming of age

LOGLINE: An interning demon drives a pair of twins cursed with obedience and honesty to kill their cult leader.

THEMES: Trauma, sexual abuse, domestic violence, victim blaming (particularly self blame), peer pressure, redemption, internalized homophobia, and religion.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Sexual abuse, violence, domestic and otherwise, manipulation, and death

EXTENDED SUMMARY, CHARACTERS, EXCERPT AND NOTES:

Carmine can taste it. They're hiding something. Humans have such a silly smell about them, turns an overwhelming shade of sweet when they've made a demonic deal. All four of these children have. He just can't figure out what, and more importantly: why.

It keeps him on the surface longer than he should be. Long enough that Lilith sees it fit to send him a fucking trainee? And if that wasn't insult enough, the trainees one of the eternal teenage know-it-alls.

He's already got four annoying toddlers to trail, and now there's one tugging his hand in the new generation's approach to soul-catching like Carmine isn't one of the best employees they've had since the turn of the century.

And somehow, to make it all worse, the trainee is good at it. And if Carmine wants to keep his spot at the top of the food chain, he's going to have to get the soul of that dumb bitch who's running the joint.

But, of course, the kid gets him murdered??? And then has the nerve to figure out how what those toddlers managed to stick their syrupy, grubby little hands in. What gives?

But two can play at that game. If he can't get the dead guy's, then he can have the next best thing.

Jesse has lived just under seventeen years, but he's ready to check out. Or he was. But of course, some selfish bastard had to come along and say you can't ever act on those thoughts again! Don't think like that!

And then the hole kept getting deeper.

Six feet deep, to be exact. He's got blood on his hands and no matter how fucking good it felt to cut off the air supply to the God who stole his innocence, it's probably not going to feel very good to watch his mom suffer through a highly publicized trial with headlines like CHILD MURDERS HIGH PROFILE BENEFACTOR!!!

Oh. Well. Billy did say if he really got in that deep, he could always strike up a deal. His soul, everything wrapped up in a nice little bow, sweet as Easter Sunday. But until then? Yeah, he's content to live in a stupid fucking Sherlock Holmes novel.

CHARACTERS:

JESSE NIX: A soon-to-be seventeen-year-old saddled with the curse of obedience. Unlike miss-lucky-Ella-Enchanted, he wasn't told to give away his mommy's locket. No-siree. He was told to give away his virginity. In his opinion, the only appropriate payback is a life. Maybe, one day, if he really snaps, he'll dig up Pastor Dallin's corpse and chop his dick off. Really stick it to the man. If he doesn't go to prison first, anyway. (spotify playlist)

NANCY NIX: Also a soon-to-be-seventeen-year-old, though saddled with the curse of honesty. It's really not so bad. That is, until she stumbles across the sight of her dearest little brother covered in blood for no reason he can push through his metal braces. She refuses to believe he did it on purpose. If only she could convince the cops without sounding like a nutjob. (spotify playlist)

BEVERLY PINES: A seventeen-year-old cursed to feel the pain of those around her. It makes for some fun family dinners with a sadistic mom and a missing dad. Distance nulls pain, but she can't ever seem to make it past state lines before her mom gets wise and breaks one of her ribs. Oh, well. She's got a bone to pick with psychos like her mom. Apparently, Pastor Dallin was one of them. She doesn't think she could stomach the pain of killing someone, so next best thing, right? (spotify playlist)

CLARICE ANDERMANN: Also a seventeen-year-old cursed to be constantly in motion. It's honestly not that bad. She's Yale bound! Perks of having endless energy for everything to cheerleading to debate contests, though she can't imagine her heart's going to keep up like this. It's already hanging on by a thread. That thread is named Beverly Pines and like hell she's letting it go to prison for nothing. (spotify playlist)

BILLY: An annoying fuck trapped in a seventeen-year-old's body. No curses. The opposite, in fact - blessed with a silver tongue and a keen sense of deduction. It takes him all of two hours to put together (almost) everything about Jesse Nix. He just didn't think he could push the repressed little fuck to murder that quick. (All the more power to him, though. Prison always makes people desperate and paranoid, AKA: an easy mark.) (spotify playlist)

MAVIS EVANGELISTA: Former housewife turned grieving widow turned revered prophet. If she got a little help from someone downstairs, then who's to know? They love her all the same. Now, she really, really wants to see how far she can push them all. (spotify playlist)

CARMINE: Just a helpful guy, passing through. Really doesn't need anything, just a little pledge, is all! And then? Then, you can have everything you want, fame, money, power, love. The sky is your limit. The water's fine! (Ignore the piranhas, they'll wait till you're dead to eat your face, just a little bit.) (spotify playlist)

NOTES:

- all of these characters have equal importance within the story.

- personal tag system for story stuff is '#tbtd' and character tags are just first name (ex: '#jesse')

- this is kind of really fucked up. the only reason i wrote it was cause i was thinking damn ella enchanted really is NOT fucked up enough. like i don't think the author of ella enchanted went dark enough. a locket? that's it? a bitch move. i'm taking it to straight murder and sexual abuse

- jesse transgender, no character straight except evil people

- i'm not entirely sure how tag lists work but i think i get the gist of them?? idk if you want rb or ask or something </3

EXCERPT:

There were moments, where she was reminded just how different this voice was, how violent.

She had found Lynette, making off with her makeup that she’d spent her own allowance on. Mavis doted on her and, from what she’d seen of other families, everyone else looked upon their little siblings with contempt, despising the burden they dragged along with their existence.

But Mavis adored Lyn. When she'd been born, her mother had come home with a tiny thing bundled in pink fleece. Mavis had taken to Lyn on sight, thinking Lynette’s headband adorned with a baby blue bow was the universe’s way of telling her happy birthday! as reparations for the ones her mother had missed while she was enduring her week long stay at the hospital.

But that mindset was a disease, one that had finally caught up with her. Had Lynette not become her burden? She was nineteen, busting her back day and night so Lynette wouldn’t have to, that she might avoid the life that Mavis had lived in those blissful six years where it was her and her alone.

Had her mother not tampered down her birthday celebrations since Lynette’s was so very close and they couldn’t afford double anyway? Had Lynette not deprived her of the teenage experiences she heard her classmates speak of, going out and tasting alcohol for the first time while Mavis followed a ten year old Lynette house to house so she could complain of a stomach ache after she’d devoured all the candy on the walk back home?

And now this! Stealing her few precious items, the few things she bothered to save up for, few things she bothered to keep hidden. For what? It wasn’t as though she was ever going to have the courage to ask a peer of her’s out. She was a thief.

One Mavis had made the mistake of taking care of. She should’ve embraced those stirrings of resentment, should’ve left Lynette to her own devices since Lynette didn’t appreciate anything, or even half of what Mavis afforded her. She should’ve left her out in the cold that Christmas. How could anyone have known? It wasn’t as though corpses could talk--

She had let Lyn take off with the whole case, as if to remind herself when she woke up the next morning what she had considered, how vile the thought was.

Lyn had never done anything unforgivable to Mavis. Mavis didn’t suppose she ever could. It was no fault of Lyn’s she didn’t understand what it was like to live with their father. How could she? It was a topic off limits to Lyn by both Mavis and their mother. After all, a child born blind doesn’t know until it’s pointed out to them.

And yet, she found guilt hard to summon. She did, but the speed at which it came, the strength, made her uneasy. What had happened to the girl she was? Lyn had been her world. What had changed?

Then, dully, that other voice, entirely of its own volition, said You did.

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Rosé x Reader

They'll never hurt you again

Requested by @obscurek ! Thank you for requesting again 😁

You wake up in pain as someone just slapped you, almost making you fall from your chair.

"Our guest is finally awake, are you sure it's her she seems too weak to be her wife ?"

You tried to stand up only to wince at the pain you were feeling in your wrists. You were handcuffed and it must been a few hours already based on how you couldn't even feel your hands anymore.

The last thing you remembered was walking home when you were knocked over by some giant guy. You didn't see him with the two men who were looking at you with devil's smirks but you could guess neither of them were your lover's best friends.

"Even if it's not her now that she's here let's have some fun."

You glare at the disgusting older man as soon as he took a knife on the table nearby and walked towards you.

"You better not touch me if you want to stay alive."

"What if i do ? Who's going to stop me ? You ?"

You jaw clenched not to let out a whine as he drew a line from your shoulder to your neck with the knife letting you bleed lightly.

"See still alive, nobody is here to stop me sweety."

As bold as you were you couldn't not answer to his provocation.

"Is this all you got ? Kind of weak I was expecting better."

His amused look changed into an angry one at you words. He didn't even hesitate before stabbing you in the thigh making you scream. Your blood was spreading itself everywhere.

"My wife will kill you." You groan hopefully Rosé would come save you shortly.

"I don't see her anywhere though, maybe she does love you that much after all. Let's ne honest weak as you are you're kind of a burden to her."

As he whispered it in your ear he turned the knife in your wound. You screamed your lounges out some more and he seemed to like it, he wiped your tears with his gross hands, slapping your cheek once again.

You couldn't talk back this time as you were struggling to breath, you were in too much pain, the knife was still planted in your flesh. You were fighting to keep your eyes open, if you stayed like this you were going to loose too much blood and die in less than an hour.

You couldn't even put pressure on the wound since your hands were tied. It was a pain you've never experimented before, you swear you could collapse only because of it if you didn't know how much you needed to stay awake if you wanted to live.

For the first time you really thought about what would happen if you die here. Maybe Rosé would arrived too late.

The two men had exited the room you were in, they didn't seem to care if you live or die. Their motive was probably revenge rather than money.

Your fight against closing your eyes was harder after every minutes, you were feeling sleepy and your body made you feel like you needed to give up. At first, as soon as your eyes closed themselves you'll open them again but now it was too difficult, you took break letting them closed a few minutes each time.

Every time you had the displeasure of moving your leg slightly, the knife remembered you that it was here, it felt as someone was playing with the inside of your thigh, rearranging your veins and muscles. To be honest at this moment the only things that were keeping you awake were hope and pain.

It must have been an hour since you wake up and still no Rosé in sight, maybe she didn't even know you've been kidnapped. You weren't doctor but you knew you didn't have much time left.

In this moment you thought about your family and how much you loved them and hoped they knew it. As the tears run down your cheeks you allowed yourself to close your eyes fully.

It was the end, no hope was left. Chaeyoung would not come save you this time.

Your body felt numb maybe that's why you didn't feel someone cutting your chains and lifting you up in bridal style.

Maybe that's why you didn't even heard the guttural screams of the older man as he was shot in the head right in front of you.

If your eyes were still open you could see how Rosé was cover in blood, the floor filled with dead bodies.

Maybe you weren't conscious but the way you snuggled against your wife as she step on your aggressor's face showed that you were still half awake.

Next thing you know, you were in your bedroom.

You were lost, was all of this a dream ? But it seemed so real, you could still feel the pain in your thigh. It was crazy.

"Slowly baby."

You turn to see your wife as she enter breakfast in her hands.

"Oh my god you're here ! I had the worst nightmare ever."

You saw her gulp and look ashamed.

You move to stand up to go close to her, but what you felt or rather didn't felt stopped you. You uncovered your legs in a hurry and, you saw it.

You let yourself fall back on the mattress, crying. Your wife came comfort you right away.

"I'm so sorry baby, I wasn't able to be there soon enough."

She caressed your injured thigh, making you cry harder.

"The doctor said you could probably move it a little after some training but you might not be able to walk normally without a cane even after the re-education. I'm really sorry, this is all my fault."

Rosé was crying, she was right it was her fault but you couldn't blame her for all of it when you were the who provoked your kidnapper. She came, she came saving you.

"You came, you didn't let me die there and that's all that matter."

You cupped her face stopping her from looking down. Your only struggle was to know if he was still alive or if he escaped, seeing your wife had some bruises here and there.

"Did you catch them ?"

"I took care of it personally, they'll never hurt you again."

Here it is, hope you like it. I didn't quite know how to make a good mafia scenario so I hope it's okay this way. I'll probably make a part two so if you're down for it do tell me 😁 As always give feedback and don't hesitate to request again 💙-Ael