#i miss dick’s disco outfit

[mylifeingotham]

#found this on pinterest #and i love it #batman #bruce wayne #gotham #robin #batman and robin #dick grayson #jason todd #richard grayson #dick grayson wayne #dick and jason #batbros #robin jason todd #jason robin #robin!jason #robin!dick #dc nightwing #nightwing #dc red hood #red hood #dc batfam #batfamily #i miss dick’s disco outfit #batdad and batsons #batsons #bruce is proud #dc batman #dc characters #dc comics

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

3 ."I mean, 'Okay, I'll be on your side when they come.'"

TITUS HARDIE - "Yeah..." he snorts. "Just try not to get in the way -- when the whoop-ass flies open!"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - Beneath the *whoop-assery* it's clear that he appreciates all the help he can get.

3. [Authority - Godly] Establish authority.

+1 Confronted about drug trade. +1 Strange reaction to bullet. +1 Discussed eighth Hardie. +1 Warned about the tribunal.

Before all these bonuses, we had an *8%* chance of success here. It's looking much better now.

AUTHORITY [Godly: Success] - As you look around this room full of sweaty men, swearing, drinking, spitting out tobacco.... does this look familiar?

Where have I seen this before?

"I get it, Titus. You guys really are *the authority* around here."

AUTHORITY - You believe the place was called *Precinct 41* -- it was also filled with (almost exclusively) *men*, sitting on desks, talking shit and wasting time.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Medium: Success] - "You seen Apricot -- old Pidieu's daughter?" asks Lieutentant McCoy. "Uh-huh," replies Torson. "The ass on that one..." McCoy shakes his head in appreciation. "A bit strange the old man named her Apricot, but, I mean -- who am I to judge? Wanna hit the kebab joint?"

"I get it, Titus. You guys really are *the authority* around here."

TITUS HARDIE - "Huh?"

"You must be -- you're just like real cops. Drinking beer and sitting around with your dicks in your hand."

TITUS HARDIE - He leans in. "You got a problem with *beer* now?"

AUTHORITY - Not quite there yet -- push on.

"No, no. I'm drunk on the job too. I don't give a shit, just like you guys."

"No, I'm also a big fan of beer -- *and* jerking off instead of helping people."

"I have a beer-problem, but not a problem with beer. I also have *no* idea how to do my job. Like you."

TITUS HARDIE - "You saying we don't *help* people?" He puts the beer down. "I've been doing this job for *ten years*! Martinaise was a dump before we put this outfit together."

EUGENE - "They don't know, man -- they weren't here." He turns to you. "We had three shootings a week, kids dead, fuckin' *graffito* everywhere -- you cops haven't shown up since the Thirties."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Congratulations on the graffito removal." He turns to Titus. "All I see is you sitting around talking about *Monica's titties* -- while there's a rape victim."

TITUS HARDIE - "So what? What do you want from me? We took care of that fuck." He picks the beer back up.

AUTHORITY - Don't let him drink that. One more push, quick!

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Just don't antagonize him, you have this already.

"It's not about who did it, it's about the victim. She needs help."

"Someone's been raped. She needs counselling -- we need to talk to her."

ELIZABETH - "Titus..." He looks at her.

AUTHORITY - She stops mid-sentence. That's it -- you got him. He's going to give it up, but on his terms.

TITUS HARDIE - "You wanna *help* her, cop? Fine, I'm, gonna let you help her -- but you treat her with respect."

"If you don't -- if you *question* her, harass her..." Titus taps his chin with his fist. "...a freight train of pain, buddy."

KIM KITSURAGI - "What is her name?" The lieutenant takes out his notes.

TITUS HARDIE - "Klaasje Amandou. She's staying here at the Whirling-in-Rags. A real pretty one, silvery jumpsuit, blonde." Titus adjusts his cap. "That's Amandou with an O-U."

Task complete: Prove your authority to Titus Hardie

+30 XP

INLAND EMPIRE [Trivial: Success] - Shit! The girl... the girl upstairs?! That can't be her. She knows you drank so hard you forgot you were a cop...

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Oh, it's her. It's definitely her. It's Miss Oranje Disco Dancer.

"K-k-Klaasje?" (Correct your tie.)

"Miss Oranje Disco Dancer?"

[Composure - Medium 11] "Klaasje Amandou. Cool." (Keep your cool.)

TITUS HARDIE - "Sure -- why not. You've probably seen her around." He nods upstairs.

[Composure - Medium 11] "Klaasje Amandou. Cool." (Keep your cool.)

-1 Said you don't remember being a cop. -1 Said you don't remember reality.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Failure] - You inexplicably add "cool" after the victim's name -- with your eyes bulging like some wild beast. Your fingers are fidgeting and sweat starts forming on your brow as Titus looks at you oddly.

TITUS HARDIE - "I don't understand what's so cool here."

-1 Morale

KIM KITSURAGI - "Nothing." He gives you a sideways glance. "We just have a *few* more questions -- then we'll be on our way."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Whatever you do, do not to tell him you *know her*. That would sound *off*.

"Uh... so what was her relationship with the mercenary?"

"So, the, erm... the rape. When was that?"

So..." (Scratch your head.) "What is your relationship with her?"

"I think I..." (Laugh nervously.) "I think I know her."

"Thank you, we'll talk to her." (Conclude.)

TITUS HARDIE - "Relationship?! There was no fucking relationship! He raped her, that's their relationship!"

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Something is off here. His anger is... possessive.

SHANKY - "It was like that karaoke incident all over again. Or like some of the other girls he was harassing."

ELIZABETH - "Okay, enough. All of this is irrelevant to your stated investigation."

2. "So, the, erm... the rape. When was that?"

TITUS HARDIE - "He did it before we killed him. He's not gonna do it again." He crushes his half-empty beer can. "So what does it matter?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "It would help if we establish a timeline."

TITUS HARDIE - "Alright. Two weeks maybe? I don't know... I need another beer." He turns to Glen.

GLEN - "Here you go, boss!" The tall blond throws him a can. Titus cracks it open.

3. "So..." (Scratch your head.) "What is your relationship with her?"

TITUS HARDIE - "I know her." He looks around and an uncommon silence fills the room.

KIM KITSURAGI - "How well do you *know* her?"

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - A small twitch in the corner of Kim's mouth. He has a hunch about what *knowing* means.

TITUS HARDIE - "Well enough, copper. We partied. She's been here for a few months." He crosses his arms.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He tries to make it sound real casual -- but the muscles on his neck tighten.

"So she's not from around here?"

"I see, okay. That's cool, that's cool. Another question?"

TITUS HARDIE - "You mean Revachol? Nah. Our Miss Oranje Disco Dancer is an immigrant or a drifter of some sort. Been staying here over the winter."

FAT ANGUS - "Don't you give her any more trouble!" the fat guy blurts out. "She's just had some bad luck, that's all."

GLEN - "Shut up, Angie!" He slaps his forehead. "She doesn't need your help..."

TITUS HARDIE - Titus gives them both a look. They fall silent.

SUGGESTION [Trivial: Success] - What's with all the silences? It's like these guys don't know how to feel about this. You should keep picking at it...

4. "You said you partied. Cool, that's cool. But what did you mean?"

TITUS HARDIE - "What do you think I meant?"

"Was it sex?"

"Drugs?" (Avoid his gaze.)

"Did you do karaoke?"

(Laugh nervously.) "Sex, drugs and karaoke, right?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Yes -- yes -- and no." He looks you straight in the eye. "Got something to say about it?"

"So you're saying the two of you were... close?"

"Another question."

TITUS HARDIE - "No. We just fucked, that's all," he states matter-of-factly. "I'm not gonna give you any details if that's what you're after. So put your dick away."

SUGGESTION - He really went out of his way to seem comfortable with this topic. That's all you're gonna get for now.

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He's doing a good job here. A commendable performance of *I don't give a shit*.

Suggestion told us not to say we know her.

6. "Thank you, we'll talk to her." (Conclude.)

TITUS HARDIE - "Remember what I said: freight train of pain." He points his beer can at you.

New task: Talk to the assault victim

4. "I'm going to take off now." [Leave.]

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Kim wants to talk to us.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Officer, what was that?"

"What was what?"

"It was nothing."

"You mean the sweating and fidgeting when he mentioned her name?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes."

"And the... sort of... quivering jello thing with the eye?" (Point to your twitching eye.)

"I think I know that woman."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Yes."

"I think I know that woman."

"It was nothing."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's not nothing, you were coming apart at the seams." He looks you in the eye: "Do you know the assault victim?"

"Yes."

"No."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Is there something I should know before we talk to her?"

"I didn't rape her."

"I met her. In the hallway, after I woke up."

"She knows I didn't remember being a cop."

"I tried to hit on her..."

"That's it." [Leave.]

A successful Rhetoric check here would tell us not to say the first thing. I... think we can figure that out ourselves.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Understood -- you were not in good shape on Monday."

3. "She knows I didn't remember being a cop."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Okay," he nods. "That's manageable."

4. "I tried to hit on her…"

KIM KITSURAGI - "Understood." He's stone-faced.

"It went pretty okay, I guess."

"Better not to add anything to that."

KIM KITSURAGI - "It doesn't matter how it *went* officer -- what else?"

5. "Nothing -- let's move on." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - He nods. "We'll be all right, officer. This is nothing."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - You feel fortified by his assurance. It's going to be all right.

+1 Morale

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #titus hardie #elizabeth beaufort #hardie boys

[danny-chase]

100% Dick, Duke, and Cass go clothes shopping together, that is all.

#they all buy matching dresses #Dick pays for everything despite it being Bruce's money they're using #yeah i see how fashionable Cass is in the Outsiders yeah you can't tell me she and Dick don't share clothes #in my world Duke is super into color theory and saw one of Dick's old outfits and was like yes this - this is it #and so he tags along to info dump about all the extra colors he can see in the stuff Dick buys #this all starts because Cass tells Barbara she wants to go on a date with a girl and Barbara blabs to Dick #and Dick comes over like girl we're going shopping right now you're about to look so good and fruity #Cass deserves to be spoiled more #the boys get their nails done while Cass gets her hair cut #Damian tagged along once and nearly died from boredom #they lost him in a clothes rack #they made it like 3 stores farther and Duke was like... wait #something's missing here #*cue Dick walking around the mall yelling Damian like that scene in Heavy Rain* #Damian's like curled up taking a nap under a pile of sweaters cuz he was just so done #Dick just buys the pile of sweaters and picks up the box and puts it in a shopping cart and pushes Damian around the rest of the time #Duke comes home one day in a disco suit and Bruce has flashbacks just like *not again* #Dick (in tears): that's my brother #anyways they don't actually buy things like 90% of the time they just go and try on absolutely everything #and then get fancy lunch together and talk about their lives #i think it would be like a cute monthly tradition #or they'll go if a gala is coming up #Dick just picks out crap for everyone else because he knows everyone's size and knows they hate shopping and like boring clothes #Duke (watching Dick pick out yet another black suit for Bruce): gross #*proceeds to pick out a lavender tuxedo* #*Cass throws a pair of matching heels at him* #Dick (in tears again): finally someone in this family who also has style #dick grayson #cassandra cain #duke thomas

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dancing on dreams, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, (very) minor jungkook x reader

summary: The wrong guy shows up in your car – Jeon Jungkook. Big sigh. He’s drunk out of his mind and blabbering away. Then the right guy who you’re supposed to pick up, Min Yoongi, says Jungkook’s apartment is on the way. Might as well drop off passed-out Jungkook and make sure he’s okay. Or Yoongi could fuck you on Jungkook’s bed. That also works.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, tiny bit of crack; alcohol consumption; smut (fem reader, fingering, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex); fluff; non-idol!AU - friends with benefits / lovers? with Yoongi; you two fuck slightly on top of and next to sleeping Jungkook, tsk tsk; technically JK is in his red My Time outfit lol

repost, originally called ‘a–dick–ted’  and then I realized tumblr doesn’t like that lmao

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now playing – don’t threaten me with a good time by panic! at the disco

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am.”

That’s what Jeon Jungkook slurred to you as he flopped into your passenger’s seat, the stench of alcohol so strong you recoiled. He was wearing a thin red blazer and his sheer black shirt was missing half the top buttons, revealing his tan, muscular pecs.

Also, he wasn’t supposed to be in your car.

“Get out.”

Jungkook hiccupped and squinted at you. “Noona! What’s up? I didn’t expect to see you here,” he continued, completely ignoring your annoyed look. “I thought you didn’t party.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s because I don’t. I’m picking someone up. Get out of my car.”

He shot two finger guns at you. “Eyy, that could be me.”

“It most certainly is not you, Jeon Jungkook. Now yeet yourself out of my car, please.”

He spread his legs, red slacks way too tight for him and his thick thighs and calves. He was wearing patent black leather oxfords as well. The only reason Jungkook bothered to look this good was to get attention. You sighed loudly. You shouldn’t have left your doors unlocked. You had been waiting outside the party house for only ten minutes. Lights and laughter boomed from the home, livening the late night. Too many drunk people were making out on the porch. It was a fucking mess. A minute ago, you were alone, playing on your phone, only to hear the door click and to see the wrong person saunter into your car.

Jungkook slapped his thighs and you flinched, looking away.

“Hey, I thought we were cool,” he grinned, tilting his head. His long black hair was half-tied back, curly from sweat. “I only tried to kiss you that one time.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, you tried to put your hands down my pants, you manwhore.”

Jungkook made a disgusted face. “Whoa, hey, no, no. I’m not a manwhore.”

Your eyebrows rose so high you thought they left your face.

“Your harem says otherwise.”

You pointed outside your car. Seven girls were clinging to the railing, staring at Jungkook in your car. Jungkook turned his head and grinned, waving. Then he abruptly shook it, turning back to you.

You gave him a deadpan stare.

He struggled to complete a full sentence. “What I’m saying is…” Five full seconds of Jungkook trying to conjure five brain cells and failing. “Yeah, okay, I kiss people and touch and stuff…” You were ready to punch him out of your car. “But I’m a…” Hiccup. He looked slightly green.

Then he opened your car door and stuck his head out, vomiting.

“Ugh, gross,” you frowned, repulsed. You looked around your car and found a half-full water bottle in your cup holder. Jungkook turned around and you shoved it into his face, shooing him.

“Rinse out your mouth before you speak to me again, animal.”

Jungkook stared at the water bottle and took it, grimacing. Then he unscrewed the cap, placed it to his lips, and took a big gulp, sloshing it in his mouth before gargling and spitting onto the grass. You looked away, shaking your head.

Ew.

Not to mention he just indirectly kissed you.

Double ew.

You heard him do it again and then noisily drink the rest, crushing the plastic with suction. You turned back to see Jungkook shoot the crumpled plastic bottle out your car.

“What the fuck? Why did you litter?” you scowled.

Jungkook looked out the window, surprised. “Oh. You’re right. Sorry.”

You narrowed your eyes. Out of your peripheral vision, you noticed Jungkook’s harem rush to the fallen water bottle, claiming it triumphantly like crows to a shiny bit of aluminum foil. Okay, well… at least it wasn’t litter.

He cleared his throat, pointing at you. “Anyway, as I was saying, I’m not a–”

“Dirty little fuckboy?”

His head jerked back, dark brown eyes narrowing at you.

“How do you read my mind?” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, I’m a virgin.”

You blinked at him and his half-open shirt.

“What?”

Jungkook grinned at you and gave you two thumbs up. “Eyyy.”

Your jaw dropped, but before you could say anything else, you heard a sharp tapping at the driver’s seat window. Two pointed, dark brown eyes squinted at you, frowning. Oh. The person you were actually supposed to pick up. His upper lip upturned a bit, giving him a kitten-like pout.

“Why is there vomit on the passenger’s side and why is Jeon Jungkook passed out next to you?”

You started your car and rolled your window down, grimacing at Min Yoongi. He was wearing a black and navy bomber jacket, white shirt, and distressed black jeans. Ah, his hair was black again. You always told him he looked best in black hair. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“I left my doors unlocked for you and he just waltzed in.”

Yoongi looked past you. “He looks dead.”

You snapped your head back. “He was awake a sec–”

Jungkook was asleep, mouth open, half-slid down the passenger’s seat. Absolutely gone.

You heard Yoongi open the backseat door and slide in. He smelled like whiskey and his pale face was a bit pink, but he didn’t seem as drunk as Jungkook.

“Well, he lives in my building, so I guess we’ll just take him home,” Yoongi said absentmindedly.

You shot him a pained look. “Yoongi, why?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s the moral thing to do?”

You groaned and began to drive.

-

“You have to help me carry him.”

“I most certainly will not. He’s your friend.”

“You will.”

Five minutes later, you and Min Yoongi were dragging Jeon Jungkook’s dead weight up three flights of stairs, absolutely hating life, and wondering why you decided to wear your heeled black ankle boots today. Sure, they weren’t insanely high, but they weren’t the right shoes for the job. Plus, your flared red miniskirt and gray cropped long-sleeve weren’t helping either. Your shirt had a cat graphic on it that said, “go away,” with two middle fingers.

You felt it described you very well, actually.

Finally, after having made it to the metal door of Jungkook’s apartment, Yoongi crammed his hand into Jungkook’s tight pants’ pockets, feeling around.

“Key’s on your side.”

“I’m not touching him any more than necessary.”

Jungkook raised his head for a half-second, eyes barely open.

“Where’d the party go?” he mumbled and then dropped his head into your shoulder. His chiseled jaw cut into your flesh, alcohol-stained breath against your cheek.

“Save me from this hell, Yoongi.”

Yoongi chuckled deeply and reached around Jungkook’s waist. The back of his hand brushed against your hip and you flinched, eyes flickering to him. His pink lips curved into a crafty smirk. You rolled your eyes and waited as Yoongi yanked Jungkook’s keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

“Come on, Jungkook, step please,” Yoongi murmured softly, nudging Jungkook’s legs with his own. Jungkook groaned, head lolling.

“He’s dead,” you muttered as the two of you lugged him into the apartment. “Let’s leave and let the Grim Reaper find him.”

Yoongi ignored your complaining. He lowered himself, throwing Jungkook’s full weight on you. You grunted, extremely disgruntled, as you fell against the wall, using it as support. You had to hold Jungkook’s upper arms to keep him upright, squeezing his hard biceps. His hips hit you in the lower stomach. Ow. Yoongi closed the door and locked it, meandering on where to put the keys, settling on the hook next to the door.

“I’m going to be crushed to death. Is this guy made out of rocks or something?”

Yoongi continued to ignore you, crouching down to remove Jungkook’s shoes. You sighed loudly, staring up at the ceiling. If Jungkook wasn’t Yoongi’s friend, you probably would have pushed him into his own vomit and let the she-wolves have him.

Alright, no, you wouldn’t have, but you weren’t happy about these current events either.

You jumped as you felt Yoongi’s large hand encircle your left calf. You jerked your head down to see him staring up at you, raising an eyebrow. His fingertips kneaded your bare skin slowly. You narrowed your eyes at him and he reached for the zipper of your black boot, sliding it down. One first and then the other, hand holding your calf the entire time. Then Yoongi stood up, dark brown eyes observing you with a spark of amusement. You thinned your mouth into a line and abruptly kicked your shoes off in his direction. Yoongi dodged you easily, smirking.

Jungkook shivered and slumped, his shoulder blades hitting your sternum.

“Motherfuc–”

Yoongi laughed, pink gums flashing, and grabbed Jungkook by the armpit, hauling him up.

“Let’s get him to the bed.”

“I’m ready to chuck him to the floor,” you hissed, rubbing your chest ruefully.

Using the last of your patience, Yoongi and you managed to dump Jungkook onto his bed. Thankfully Jungkook’s apartment was tiny and somewhat clean, so you didn’t have to go very far. You sat on the edge of the bed, panting, as Yoongi calmly removed Jungkook’s blazer and tossed it aside. He gently slapped Jungkook’s face, and Jungkook made a noise like a dying duck.

“Hm, he’s pretty far gone.”

“No shit, you think?” You prodded the soft navy sheets of Jungkook’s bed. They were pretty nice. Maybe you could find the tag and write down the brand later.

Yoongi adjusted the taller man so he was on his side. He looked down at him, pursing his lips.

“We should stay for a bit. Make sure he doesn’t choke.”

You groaned, slapping the bed impatiently. “Who cares, Yoongi? He did this to himself!”

Yoongi smiled, walking around the bed towards you. Jungkook started to snore. Very loudly. His dark hair was curled around his forehead, his long lashes fluttering.

“See? He’s not dead.”

You stiffened as you felt Yoongi stand in front of you, his hand tracing your cheek to turn your head to face him. Your eyes shifted from Jungkook’s sleeping form to Yoongi’s sly smirk. His slightly rounded cheeks were still tinted pink.

“Shh, don’t complain. I’m here with you,” he said softly, caressing your cheek.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You owe me.”

He leaned down, eyes shimmering with amusement. “That I do.”

And then he kissed you, inhaling your scent and tasting like whiskey. You sighed softly into his mouth, licking his soft lips and pressing back against him. You forgot how it started, really. Perhaps a passing touch? An accidental brush of his fingers against yours? His knee leaning against your thigh for a little too long? Your hand holding onto his shoulder to grab something, maybe a little too tightly? Soon it had become a game of cat and mouse, sneaking hints of each other in innocent public gatherings. Your clothed breasts pressing against his back, trying to squeeze past. His hand brushing against your hip, fingertips tracing the waistband of your pants.

It didn’t really have a name. You two just did it, relying on eye contact, seeing the reaction of the other, spurred on by more and more dangerous actions, upping the ante. Shorter and shorter skirts, his fingers touching your bare thigh, making you shiver.

Yoongi placed a hand on your thigh now, sliding it up. You slapped yours over it, drawing back a little from his intense kiss.

“We’re on Jungkook’s bed,” you breathed, cocking your head towards the sleeping male.

Jungkook snorted in his sleep.

Yoongi grinned. “So?” His dark eyes dangerous, so dangerous. “Bet you still want it.”

He pulled his hand out from under you and put them on your knees, eyes locked with yours. You gave him a warning glare but he spread your legs, lifting your knees up and back. You fell onto your elbows, gasping as he tilted his head, licking his lips as he viewed the wet spot of your red silk panties.

“You wore the nice ones today,” he observed. “Excited to see me?”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Maybe I just like being pretty for myself.”

Yoongi smirked, getting onto the bed, crawling over you. “You’re already pretty. You don’t need clothes for that.”

Your felt your ears burn at the compliment. You reached up to pull his head down so he could kiss you again, hungry, deep kisses as he lifted your hips, pressing the wet spot on his bare thigh where a massive hole had been ripped in his jeans. You moaned softly, feeling him grind into your soaking pussy.

“I love those jeans,” you whispered, grinning.

Yoongi chuckled. “Me too.”

Snoring Jungkook rolled over and his leg smacked against your elbow.

Yoongi reached down and eased your panties to one side, pressing his thigh against your bare slit. You whimpered quietly, rocking your hips into his leg, stimulating your clit. He continued to kiss you, light, feathery kisses, playing with your tongue and lips, gently nipping at your skin.

“Don’t you feel nice?” Yoongi purred. “Doing something wrong?”

You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows. “Isn’t that what we always do?”

Yoongi kissed down your neck, humming. Your elbow rubbed against Jungkook’s leg as Yoongi began to suck on your flesh, making your back arch. His tongue licked at your hot skin and he blew on it, sending shivers down your spine. He slid down, removing his leg, and replaced it with his hand, pressing it into your wet heat. You gasped, sliding down, arm pressed against Jungkook’s muscular thigh and calf.

“I love the sounds you make,” Yoongi whispered, breath tickling your skin. “Music to my ears.”

He slid a finger into you.

“A-ah, Yoongi…” You clutched the sheets, catching a bit of Jungkook’s pants in your grip.

He thrust it in and out of you, slow, pushing your shirt and bra up. Licking your nipples lightly, watching you tilt your head back, eyes closed. He inserted another into your tight, wet hole, feeling you clench around them, sucking him in.

“So sexy,” he mumbled around your nipple, pushing it with his tongue. “So fuckable.”

You gasped as he increased the pace, simultaneously sucking on your nipple. The wrongness of it all made it even better, pleasure mounting fast as you felt your stomach tighten, so close, Yoongi knowing all the best spots to melt you. You breathed his name, pussy tightening as you came, soaking his fingers with your slick juices, humping his hand slightly.

He thrust into you a few more times, slowly, before sliding out and placing them in his mouth, sucking off your taste. He smirked.

“Turn over.”

You exhaled before trying to roll to your right. Yoongi stopped you.

“Other way.”

You frowned. “Jungkook’s there.”

Yoongi grinned mischievously.

“Yoongi…”

He licked his lips, purring your name. So sweet, so enticing.

You let out a puff of air and lifted yourself to your elbows. You turned your head, seeing Jungkook’s head flopped to the side, mouth open. The sharp line of his jaw, his pouty pink lips, his closed eyes. Still very not elegantly snoring away, and yet you noticed the way his dark hair curled around his forehead, his tiny ponytail mussed from being asleep.

“He likes you, you know,” Yoongi said.

You snorted. “He’s upset I’m not trying to make out with him so he’s trying to touch my lady bits.”

“Same thing.”

You turned your head back, seeing Yoongi shrug out of his bomber jacket. “Did you know he’s a virgin?”

Yoongi’s dark eyebrows raised. “Oh? Interesting.”

You shrugged. “Well, that’s what he said in my car anyway. I don’t know if it’s true.”

Yoongi chuckled. “It probably is. Jungkook’s sappy like that.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Needs to be the love of his life and stuff.”

You tilted your head at him. “And you?”

Yoongi smiled at you. “I don’t need that. I only need you.”

Your heart tightened in your chest. “Hah, right.”

Yoongi leaned forward, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You think I’m lying, but you know it’s true. I always have the most fun with you.”

You scrunched your face and felt Yoongi grab your shirt, yanking it and your bra over your head. You puffed your cheeks at his insistence, but Yoongi grabbed your breasts, rubbing his thumbs onto your hardened nipples. You moaned into his mouth, kissing him back, tongue against tongue, drinking him in. He nudged you to your left.

“Come on…”

You sighed against his lips. “Alright, alright, you bad boy.”

He smirked as you rolled over, careful not to touch Jungkook’s thighs and placing your hands on either side of his hips. Your knees ended up in between his, tightly together. Jungkook’s sheer shirt had eased out of his waist, abs peeking out from the bottom. You swallowed, feeling Yoongi moving behind you, grasping your panties and pulling down.

“You shouldn’t try to fu–”

Your words turned into a gasp as Yoongi’s tongue swiped up your dripping pussy, licking it all up. Your arms trembled, cries dying in your throat as you stared at asleep Jungkook, trying not to make any sound. Yoongi began to noisily eat you out, shoving his tongue inside you and scooping out your juices, his hands spreading your ass. Your shoulders dipped, hands spreading outwards. He slid down a little, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves and licking at it roughly.

“Yoongi, fuck,” you hissed, arching your back. His tongue was too good, so good you almost forgot you were positioned above dozing Jungkook’s dick and abs. Jungkook sighed, turning his head the other way and resuming his snoring. If Yoongi’s tongue wasn’t going to make you pass out, then you were definitely going to get a heart attack if Jungkook woke up in the middle of this.

Yoongi’s mouth latched around your clit and he sucked, hard. Your shaking hips rolled into his face, raspy breaths rattling your chest as you struggled to stay silent, feeling your pussy leaking onto his cheeks, so wet you could hear it behind you.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, sliding down, nipples brushing against Jungkook’s clothed thighs. “Fuck, Yoongi, I’m so fucking close…”

If Jungkook woke up now, you wouldn’t have noticed because pleasure raced up your nerves, intoxicating you, Yoongi’s expert tongue licking and sucking on your clit, so wet and wonderful and tight it was taking over you. Your hand lost balance and your righted yourself, planting it onto Jungkook’s abs. The contours of his muscle molded to your palm as your hand slid up, low moan leaving your lips as you came again, Yoongi opening his mouth and sucking it out of you. Your body shuddered, fucking his face as your rode out your orgasm, nails curling onto Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook moaned in his sleep, breathy and deep.

The sound brought you back to reality and you jerked your hand away, startled at you were touching him. Yoongi lapped at your pussy leisurely before straightening. You turned your head to see his very self-satisfied expression.

“Looks like dream Jungkook liked that,” Yoongi smirked.

You shook your fist at him. “I touched him!” you whispered angrily.

Yoongi looked unbothered. “A tragedy.”

You pushed yourself off the bed and stepped towards him, legs tangled in your panties. You irritably kicked them off before poking Yoongi in the chest. Now you were only in your red skirt.

“What was that for, huh?” you whispered heatedly.

Yoongi grinned. “Fun.”

He took you by the waist and pulled you to him, kissing you deeply. Now you could taste yourself and the whiskey, sweet and bitter, mixed with Yoongi’s lust as he led you with him. He pushed you back onto the bed, kissing you eagerly, smiling, making you smile too because Yoongi was so much fun, so naughty, and you would never know it from his usual bored expression when he was out in public.

Yoongi undid his jeans as you reached into his back pocket for his wallet, squeezing his ass as you did so. You took the condom out, still kissing him, still licking his lips, unwrapping it. He pushed his clothes down, freeing his cock and you rolled the condom down, moaning as your felt his hard length in your hands.

“Right here?” you murmured against his lips.

“Fuck yes,” Yoongi drawled. “Right next to your favorite drunkard, Jeon Jungkook.”

You laughed. “Alright, he’s annoying, but he’s not a drunkard.”

Yoongi thrust into you and you whined in pleasure, raising your hips to meet him. A playful smirk danced on his lips as he began to roll his hips into you.

“He’s not, but he is today and so I’m going to take advantage of it,” he panted, fucking you nice and slow and perfect, making sure to stretch you out, filling every part of you with his cock.

“Ah, Yoongi, you’re so good,” you gasped, tightening around him, heightening the pleasure. “Such a nice dick.”

He grinned wickedly. “Excuse me, I think you mean the best dick you’ve ever had.”

You smiled back, meeting his hips, slapping them together and making a deliciously sloppy wet smack. “You’re right, the best dick I’ve ever had.”

Jungkook rolled over a bit, exhaling serenely.

Yoongi dipped his head against your ear, moaning softly as he increased the pace, fucking you hard into Jungkook’s bed. “Think he can hear us?”

You chuckled. “You want him to hear us.”

“No,” Yoongi replied, far too mischievously to mean it. “But maybe he should, because your pussy sounds sexy as fuck.”

You sucked in a breath as Yoongi pounded you, falling back a little so your tits bounced. Yoongi’s dark eyes flickered down to you, sparkling with appreciation as you bit your lip, flicking and pulling on your nipples lightly, heightening the pleasure.

“I’m close,” he groaned. “Squeeze me harder.”

You did, tightening your core and he threw his head back, moaning silently as his hips slammed into yours, once, twice, and he came, loud smack of your hips meeting and his cock throbbing into your walls, spurting his cum into the condom and making it swell inside you. You exhaled hotly upwards, tipping your head back, Yoongi’s name drifting out of your lips in bliss.

He just felt so good.

It might not have a name, but it didn’t need one, because Yoongi’s eyes found yours and there was only ecstasy, perfect, lovely, wicked ecstasy of the mighty who had already fallen.

-

Jungkook woke up immensely groggily, head pounding, his sense of space and time completely and utterly fucked.

But he wasn’t dead, so… yay?

He frowned and rolled over. He was in a soft place. A bed. He breathed in deep. His bed. Nice. But he smelled something else. Jungkook squinted. He could see someone. He touched his chest, finding his shirt still on, barely. He still had his pants on. Oh, good. He didn’t accidentally lose his virginity in a drunken stupor.

He recognized that large pale hand. Jungkook frowned again, squinting harder. Yoongi-hyung? But the hand was over a pair of soft breasts, squeezing them together.

“N-noona?” Jungkook croaked.

You reached over and placed a hand over Jungkook’s eyes.

“Go back to sleep, Jungkook. You need to sleep.”

That’s true. Jungkook did need to sleep. This was probably just a dream anyway. No way Yoongi-hyung and noona were naked in his bed, tangled in his blankets. That would be nuts. Totally crazy. Jungkook drifted back into slumber, softly snoozing away.

-

second act. dreaming in reality a–dick–ted au

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masterpost

extended playlist where did the party go by fall out boy the mighty fall by fall out boy

#yoongi x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #bts smut #yoongi x you #min yoongi x you

[bigskydreaming]

Speaking of Boone, the other day I had a very weird crack!fic kinda idea that’s like The Hangover + superheroes + why is my brain like this. Basically, there’s a public figure in Vegas that’s being targeted for assassination and Dick’s the Titan available to handle protecting them. Boone of course is the assassin hired for the job. 

Somehow this leads to them both waking up in bed together with wedding rings on and absolutely no idea what happened the night before. Cue mutual exclamations of “ugh, not YOU” followed by the obligatory fight scene but in their underwear (the trashed honeymoon suite gets charged to the Titans’ expense account later and there is much clearing of throats and “Dick, you wanna explain this” to be had). And then both go to do their jobs but discover the public figure that’s the reason they’re both there is now mysteriously missing. And Dick’s searching high and low for him in order to protect him and Boone’s searching high and low for him in order to kill him, and their searches keep crossing paths and getting them in each other’s way. 

And somehow they end up working together to rescue him from an unknown third party so that Boone can kill him then and Dick can stop him from killing him, look, its not a perfect arrangement but its better than them tackling each other through seven story windows every other hotel on their search routes. They can at least agree that that’s definitely slowing both of them down. And they really do need to figure out who actually has the target if Dick’s gonna protect them and Boone’s gonna get paid, cuz apparently that only happens if HE kills the target, not just if the target ends up dead for other reasons. He already checked. Just to be sure, see.

Meanwhile, they still have absolutely no idea what happened the night before and are mostly convinced the other is somehow behind it.

Dick: This kinda stunt is right up your alley, Boone. I mean I’m not sure why or what it gains you exactly, but that’s exactly what makes it something you would do! Your mind is so incomprehensible and every breath you take irks me and I am mightily irked therefor clearly, you must be responsible.

Boone: Ahah! I always knew you wanted in my pants and now I have proof! Admit it, its the only possible explanation! Nothing else makes sense! Nuh-uh-uh, dooooon’t even try and throw me off course with your so-called “deductive reasoning” pfft, I know what’s really going on here. I figured it out, I win, you lose. Suck it, nerd.

Dick: How am I a nerd, exactly?

Boone: Umm, idk, you just are? That’s just what you call a teacher’s pet, which is, uh, obviously you? Boom. Nailed it.

Dick: What are you even talking about? If anyone’s a teacher’s pet here its you! You had your nose so far up Shrike’s ass.....

Boone: Was that before you killed him? Or was that after you killed him?

Dick: For the last. Fucking. Time. I. Did. Not. Kill. Him. He FELL. And wow you really did NOT think through how that just sounded.

Boone: LOL, yeah okay the incredibly skilled master assassin ‘tripped and fell’. Makes total sense. Why would I possibly doubt you. Oh I feel so foolish now.

Dick: Maybe that has to do with your outfit. Orange, seriously? With your skin tone? And I never said he tripped and fell, Two-Face shot him and then he fell. Kinda a key contributing factor there.

Boone: Hateful. You’re HATEFUL. And people in disco-themed leotards should not throw stones. Also, for the record, Two-Face couldn’t have shot him if YOU’D just shot Two-Face earlier that night like you were SUPPOSED to.

Dick: Oh I see so first I’m responsible for Shrike’s death because I killed him and now I’m to blame because I didn’t kill someone? 

Boone: La la la la there you go trying to confuse me with logic again but I’m not listening! La la la la la!

The henchman they’d both been after pipes up then: Do you two need a room? Like damn, I thought you were only fake-married but clearly I was wrong.

Boone: Literally how dare you.

Dick: Wow. Just wow.

They both knock him out simultaneously and then wince. Ooops. He was their lead. Dammit. Now they have to wait for him to wake up.

Dick: Can you believe the nerve of that guy?

Boone: Where does he even get off getting uppity with us? He’s a total amateur! We had him down in like, two moves! I mean seriously, who even trained him?

Dick: Tell you one thing, he would have never made it in Vengeance Academy, that’s for damn sure.

Boone: Pfft. Loser would have washed out on day one. Even Dennis could have kicked his ass back when we were twelve. Hey you remember Dennis right?

Dick: Ohhhhh man, Dennis! Wow, haven’t thought about him in years. Hey whatever happened to him anyway, do you know?

Boone: I heard he ended up working for either Vandal Savage or Count Vertigo. It was one of those ‘ruling the world is my divine right and I like to smite my minions when they fail me or I just have low blood sugar’ types. Can’t remember which. He’s definitely dead though, that part I’m clear on.

Dick: Huh. Yeah, that sounds about right. He was not good.

Boone: He really wasn’t.

Both stop and stare at each other suspiciously, because what, now they’re AGREEING with each other? What fresh hell is this. Seriously. Who is refereeing this even and what does it take to get a flag on the play.

They do ultimately concede that there might, MIGHT be a slim, infinitesimal possibility this unknown third party has something to do with it as some kind of distraction or way to keep them occupied, but even if that turns out to be the case they’re still like 92.67% sure the other is still ultimately to blame for that somehow. 

Look they’ve run the numbers and the math doesn’t lie.

#boone aka shrike

[florence-wayne-official]

OKAY, FINE, I GUESS ITS MY TURN TO BE SAPPY

This is the one time I’m being nice, don’t expect it to last.

Dad:

You took me in after my mom abandoned me, so that’s pretty nice. You taught me how to defend myself and in general taught me how to be the bad bitch I am today. You got my art career started and I’ll forever be thankful for that. I love you dad!

Alfred:

Alfred, you’re like my grandpa figure, and you’re the one that taught me how to cook and bake. I would die for you, even though I know you’re gonna say you’d never let that happen. I still wake up early every morning for tea and coffee with you, and it’s some of the best times of the day. Thank you for making me the person I am and taking care of me when dad was out. I love you so much Alfred!

Dickie:

You’re my first older sibling and yea you bend like an overcooked noodle, but you’re the one that taught me how to land a backflip and taught me to not murder someone at school. You’re also the only one that keeps me out of trouble and you’re a great big bro! :) I got to see your first Robin outfit which was absolutely hilarious, mind you, but I still love you, even though you had that weird disco phase.

Babs:

Yesss, the first Batgirl! You’re so badass, even after the Joker paralyzed you, which I will murder him for, by the way. We need to meet up and chill one day! (You’re also helping me pass my classes at college, thank you so much for that). Even when you were dating Dick, it wasn’t real,y that awkward, and you’re like a big sister to me. Love you!

Thea Bea (ignore the stupid nickname I’m never letting it die) :

Ah, the Nightingale to my Florence. You’re my first little sibling and yea, I treat you like a baby sometimes, but it’s because I thought you would break if I was too rough because you just lost your real parents. We got along really well because you’re still my age and you were the only other girl in the bouse. We taught each other how to do makeup, and how to properly tie Dick to the chandelier by his feet, it’s great. Love you baby sis!

Jaybird:

I was in the Batmobile when you tried to steal it’s tires, and it was pretty funny. You taught me how to throw knives and kick baddies in the balls untilthey bled, and when you died it hit HARD. I missed you so much and I didn’t stop trying t find your body, even when everyone else did. And sure, when you came back I socked you in the jaw, but still. I’m so glad you’re in my life and I can’t wait for the day we kill the Joker!

Timber:

Yea, that name is never going to die. You’re the best hacker I’ve ever fucking met, and you need to stop hacking into my room’s lights and turning on disco mode and rickrolling me, but I still love you. (I’ll get back at you for that, though). I’m glad you’re getting Wayne Industries because I sure as hell didn’t want to be CEO. You’re smart and funny, and honestly, probably the only one who’s beat my Flappy Bird score. But, Tim, for the love of everything, GO TO SLEEP.

Steph:

Your time as Robin was weird as fuck, but honestly making glitter bombs with you was totally worth it. I love the girl dates you, me, and Thea have at Waffle House, and game night is always fun with you around. Me and Thea were so excited to have another girl in the house, and you just lighten up the whole room. We pranked dad that one time with glitter and disco lights, and it was the funniest thing in the world.

Casafrass:

Oh you badass QUEEN. I had to learn ASL when you came to the Manor, but you keep me sane around this insane household. I love you to bits, and your dancing is absolutely gorgeous. I’ve never gotten into ballet, but you make it look so easy and graceful, but also like you could murder a man with just a toe, and I have literally so much respect for you. I’ll be honest, I was pretty hesitant about dad adopting you, but now I’m so glad he did.

Demon baby:

Dami, when you first came to the manor, you were filled with murderous rage and hated me with a burning passion. You literally tried to kill me in my sleep, and tried to poison my monster energy. Now, here you are, buyin me monster and waking up in my bed every morning with your million pets. You’re always going to be my baby brother and I love you so, so much.

Harper:

Fellow arsonist, you literally are THE baddest bitch, and I’ll hype you up to the ends of the earth. You’re the only one that appreciates my music taste in the Manor and you might be newer to the family, but you’re still my sister and I love you so much. We need to finish that bazooka we’re making for a project ;).

Duke:

Welcome to the family Dukey! You’re the newest to the fam but I still think of you as part of the family. You’re the sanest person in the house other than Alfred, so it’s funny when you prank dad because he never suspects it’s you. It’s also super cool to have a meta in the house, we need to find out the extent of what you can do one day because it’s sick as fuck. Like I said, welcome to the fam!

#batsis #batfam oc #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin #tim drake

[batmannotes]

Wonder  Woman: The Complete Collection

In the Fall of 1975 ABC Television introduce the world to one of the most beautiful superheroes ever and my personal all-time favorite; Lynda Carter’s Wonder Woman. Now, Warner Bros is set to release the entire series remastered for the first time on Blu-ray.  On July 28th (next week) the tv series will be released in a glorious HD Blu-Ray Box Set.

I was introduced to Wonder Woman as a child via the Super Friends in the early 70s, but there has been no version of the character more enjoyable to me than Lynda Carter’s portrayal. Besides being a total knockout beauty wise, her on-air presence bleed through the tv screen weekly. 

Okay, this was television is the 70s, so the budget wasn’t that big, and the special effects don’t seem that special according to today’s standards, but all the elements that made Wonder Woman who she is today were in place back then; the Invisible Jet, Magic Lasso, Magical Bracelets and that magnificently sexy outfit.

Season One features adventures in Wonder Woman’s original World War II era, while Seasons Two and Three whoosh forward to the disco-loving ‘70s. All 59 episodes, plus the treasured pilot movie, are spread across 10 discs.

Bonus features include:

Audio commentary of the pilot movie by Lynda Carter & executive producer Douglas S. Cramer

Audio commentary by Lynda Carter on episode, “My Teenage Idol is Missing”

Featurette – Beauty, Brawn and Bulletproof Bracelets: A Wonder Woman Retrospective

Featurette – Revolutionizing a Classic: From Comic Book to Television

Featurette – Wonder Woman: The Ultimate Feminist Icon

The TV movie pilot, The New Original Wonder Woman, premiered on November 7, 1975 on ABC and it is fantastic IMO. The first season of the series, Wonder Woman, debuted February 16, 1977 on ABC. The second and third seasons of the series aired on CBS, with the final original episode premiering on September 11, 1979. 

Show Open:

The Wonder Woman series starred Lynda Carter in the title role as both Wonder Woman and her alter ego, Diana Prince, Lyle Waggoner as Steve Trevor, and Debra Winger as Wonder Girl/Drusilla. First season regulars included Beatrice Colen as Etta Candy, and Richard Eastham as General Philip Blankenship. Noteworthy guest stars included such luminaries of the era as singer/actor Rick Springfield, Red Buttons, Roy Rogers, Roddy McDowall, Frank Gorshin, Celeste Holm, Martin Mull, Dick Gautier, Ron Ely, Gary Burghoff, Leif Garrett, Ed Begley Jr., Dick Van Patten, Eve Plumb, Philip Michael Thomas, Cloris Leachman, Gavin MacLeod, Carolyn Jones, Joan Van Ark, Robert Reed, Anne Francis, John Saxon and many more.

This is superhero fun for the whole family!

Preorder now at Amazon.

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#batman #notes #wonder woman #dc comics #review #comic books

[popculturebuffet]

The Loud House Reviews: Ghosted!

Halloween Havoc returns! Lori is haunted by a ghost and brings in LIncoln and Clyde ot fix things.. only to find out he’s actually the beloved school mascot and must enlist Lucy and her crew of goths to help her. The bar from the overlook hotel, 1900′s disco, and Boris, the best loud house character i’d never heard of all insue. All hail boris, and prepare for full review with spoilers. under the cut. 

We’re back! I’m sorry this is a week late. This is both due to having a LOT going on.. as well as my own fault for pushign this review back to do a review of the first episode of Starkid’s “Nightmare Time”.. only to have to push BOTH back after I was unable to finish this weeks’ Ducktales on Monday because I ended up having to get off it so my mom, who works from home, can use it, and because AT&T is an utter nightmare we’re thankfully leaving, so if nothing else that will hopefully never be an issue again. 

TLDR: I kept putting this one off, didn’t realize this week’s episode was in fact on this week, and now I have to get 5 reviews done in the span of three days: I have this episode, this week’s loud house, the amphibia halloween special, and reviews of Ducktales “The Duck Knight Returns” and the first darkwing duck episode “Darkly Dawns the Duck”. 

I kid, this blog will end as I too hope to end.. taking rusty and Zach with me. But i got myself into this mess and i’m getting myself out of it. I will get these done even if it kills me.. my ghost can then take care of the two fictional children. ON with the review!

We open at Fairway University. 

I had to. Lori is practicing for the big tournament coming up.. which normally would have me super excited as tournaments are my shit... but we’re not talking two people beating the shit out of each other, wether it be for the sport of it, because their master told them to, because one of htem is a demon who will end the world, or because their loved ones will be murdered if they don’t beat people up as a team for demons, nor people playing card games for their grandpa’s soul, or a grudge caused by an abusive childhood that leads to a battle over gods inside trading cards, or because the school decided why not, or because you need to both keep your godlike dragon that’s also in a card and your friends safe, or.. you get the idea. I love Anime tournaments in what anime I have watched. Me watching or reading of those is like coke to me... a golf tournament however?

Yeah i’m not big into non-wrestling sports in general, let alone one where hte main action is a ball went really far. I mean it IS impressive a golfer can do that and accuratley no less, that’s some Hawkeye level stuff, it’s just not for me. I do HIGHLY enjoy mini golf, and mini golf episodes as both simpsons and gravity falls episodes on that are a good time. I mean any episode that gets flanders to say this is worth at least one watch. 

And thanks to fond memories of my grandpa using them to get around his carnival, yes my grandpa owned a carnival and yes it was great and yes he was a great man and I miss him every day, and carting me around in them. If it were street legal i’d have one. And finally I LOVE happy gilmore. While Adam Sandler took a turn, and hopefully Hubie Halloween is a sign that long national nightmare is over, that film still holds up and is still REALLY damn funny. And by this point your probably wondering what the hell my point is.  Well the hell my point is is that in light of me liking golf related things for weird reason despite praying for death but death won’t come at the thought of watching actual golf, I love fairway university. I love the fact that a golf based college is credible, I love the fact it goes so far in it’s theme that the text books are all golf related, the dorms are all weirdly golf themed, and students apparently can get an arnold palmer at any time of night. I also assume the dorms have on demand streaming for happy gilmore and caddyshack, and a genisis with a copy of lee carvillo’s putting challenge.  Back on the actual episode at long last, Lori is putting in some driving practice and facetiming bobby. The reason the tournament is so important is that she needs to beat the evil elf Malketh at golf or else Suryr will end all life... I may of been reading walt simsons’s thor lately but admit it you would watch that. No it’s more mundane than a fire giant trying to commit universal genocide: Being the only freshman on the team, as in that good, if she dosen’t do well, she might loose her scholarship. Granted I DOUBT they’d take it away after one game, but it’s understandable why she fears loosing it: She can’t afford college any other way. Her parents finances are spread among 11 kids who all live comofrtably and while every loud would gladly give things up so she could go to college still.. Lori wouldn’t accept it. She’d be grateful.. but she wouldn’t have her family be miserable for her sake, even if it’s her dream. This is her one shot for the career she wants and loosing this would destroy her. Even if she’d still have Bobby.  But Bobby is pulled away because his customers are annoyed.. and by customers I mean just Vito.. the rest seem fine despite the line, who complalins his spumoni is melting... because apparently he can’t just have bobby get him a fresh one as Bobby would be happy to do because he’s made of pure joy and it was nice seeing him. Though I do hope to see him in college himself next season. It is WEIRD having the casagrandes season 1 paired with a season of the loud house taking place months later.. and having the halloween episode for season 2 show up months ahead of season 2 itself. 

But soon Lori has bigger problems than Bobby having to go or crushing loss... after consulting the school gopher, because the dean apparently really loves caddyshack as ANY dean of a golfiing school should. I forgot to mention it above but I freaking love that movie too. Good stuff. Back on point, Lori soon gets stalked by a g-g-g-host! And nope this ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no fooling around.. nor is it a scooby doo esque scheme. This is an actual ghost. Represented by a ball of light but .. yup they went there. And look I get the show breaks from reality a lot: Luann acts like the silver age joker once a year and gets away with it, Lisa gets up to dexter’s lab esque shenanigans on an episodic basis, and Girl Jordan isn’t part of the group despite clearly sharing their intrests and being intrested in both lincoln and stella.  There are stretches in reality.. but mostly for humor or because it’d make a good plot. Most of the plots are grounded in reality: From Luna’s entire romance arc, with her insecurities and her and sam’s worries about each other, to Luaan’s nervousness about her first kiss, to Lincoln and friends having to learn that sometimes a girl dosen’t want to date you just because their nice to you, to Lynn learning not to be a dick and hten forgetting it overnight because this show hates me, the show grounds wacky shenanigans in relatable slice of life stuff. It’s what makes it and it’s sister show work so well. Grounding the exagerated comedy with likeable relatable characters. IT’s what works.  Why I bring this up is this and family bonding show a possible trend of the show getting into more bizzare stuff. A ghost here, a secret agent there.. it means the loud world can get as insane as it wants and the reason I bring it up is simple: Is that a GOOD thing. And my opinon, it CAN be if used right. With Family Bonding the fact there are Secret Agents is just.. casually mentioned. Like yup james bond esque spies exist and have weather dominators and an 11 year old just stopped them. It’s just.. treated like a normal thing when it’s not. Here.. a ghost showing up.. is treated like someone suddenly finding out ghosts are fucking real. Lori slowly comes unraveled a bit as the first few minutes go: She deals with seeing a ghost glow on the range, having the ghost drop books on her in the library, and having it serve her an arnold palmer.. in what genuinely looks like the bar from the overlook hotel from the shining. 

I get it’s a deliberate shout out, especially since it’s bartender is a ghost. But it just raises so many questions: Was it a concidence or did whoever put this bar in really love the shining? Did he want teenagers to murder their wives and children? Did he? Is this building haunted and not just by the genearl ghost that haunts everything? Did they take this from the overlook since it didn’t burn down in the movie? Does this mean shining and loud house are the same universe and by the same token so is community and the casagrandes? WHy is a tea with lemonade called an arnold palmer? But yeah after breaking down in her room Lori can’t take being stalked by a ghost and does what 80% of people in a paranomal activity film take too long to do and calls a ghost hunter. Specifically clyde! And to my shock this is apparently the first time the two have interacted since season 2! And it shows.. their on perfectly fine terms, to the point she has his number and they can talk like humans. I like it.. it’s subtle. Again wouldv’e appricated the episode where he got over here being more finte, but still, this is better than him either passing out in his own master roshi esque blood or trying to get her to leave bobby because bobby is a saint. The worst he’s done is break up with someone because her brother made his sister cry, when none of that makes any sense but he’s dumn and noble enough i’ll allow it, and telling sergio never to come back, which his show framed as a bad thing but really I would two after two minutes with him. 

She called Clyde because he’s the brains behind the outfit... but Clyde has her on speaker. Wah wah wah. Their watching ARRRGH! The ghost adventuers style show that showed up in an episode I never saw but read about. Wah wah wah indeed, but it was apparenlty made up. Why their still into it I dunno, but apparently argh ghost blasters ARE ACTUAL LASER GUNS. This show has gone enitrely off the rails and i’m fine with that. As long as it’s funny. But seriously who gives out actual proton packs I ask you your just asking for some kid to blast himself in the face. But yeah Clincoln McCloud is on the case. And while i’m still annoyed they didn’t bring at least two more friends to play ghostbusters, presumibly stella because she’s the compitent one and Zach because he could NOT belivie in something for a change and tha’td be funny. I know i’m beating a dead horse but it dosen’t HAVE to be all or nothing with their friend groups. You do know that right writers?

I mean I get only using them here as opposed to family bonding, but still, if you can use LIam outside of his episodes you can use the rest of them.. and I don’t even like Zach but he’d be in his element here. It’s not complicated but it is frustrating.  Anyways the boys and Lynn Sr arrive with Lynn Sr making a scene.. which embarasses Lori but i’m on his side here. His oldest went to college. She left the nest. It’s a lot. Plus she apparently hasn’t visted home yet so he misses his baby. Just accept it. She also asked the boys to be subtle about their ghost hunting which does not work at all. Lori you knew who you were asking for this. It’s like asking Sterling Archer NOT to be sarcastic, loud and slightly hammered. It’s part of the process.  Natrually hyjinks insue as our heroes chase the ghost with the most... on this campus.. and end up shaming him into leaving. Yes really. Clyde even says that’s what usually works on him. Oh Clyde.. if that were true you would’ve stopped trying to break up two people clearly in love with each other for your own benift, you twit.  So problem solved right, ghost busted, no more stalking and no lori turning into a monster and ushering in 80 sequels with no real resolution right? 

Yeah I mean this is a half hour special. Everyone at Fairway starts playing off, and it turns out because they realized the ghost was missing. Yes.. everyone knew the ghost was real. Thankfully given this is a halloween episode fairway isn’t some kind of rosemary’s baby, midsommar, herditary, paranomal activity , god a lot of movies use this death cult scenario. That we’re aware of Lori may just not be the target. The team captain takes Lori aside to explain things: They normally don’t tell freshman this until after their first game because the plot says so, but Fairway has a ghost. And again what makes this work is the guy does realize people might not belivie this and while normal for the students of fairway, it’s not normal for everyone and they might not belivie in it.  But no turns out the ghost is beloved 1900′s era Caddy, Shanks Bogey, who in the moment that cemented him as a legend singelhandidly helped Fairway to a big comeback in their first tournament ever, and was given a permanent positoin after graduation. Because they train caddy’s here too which makes sense. And now his ghost lives there too and still helps to this day. OR did anyway. Now why he coudln’t of told her this or why they don’t check to make sure one of the students dosen’t bring ghost hunters around or an exorcist or ash williams?

This episode already runs on nonsense i’m just going with it. Point is LOri’s hair’s falling out, more apparenlty, from the stress as she retreats into her hoodie.. Clyde gave her one to protect her because ARRRRGH! is really freaking shameless apparently. While LIncoln dosen’t know how to put a ghost back luckily Lucy has the mortuariy club over and LIncoln sends them over. Also Lori dosen’t want dad driving them, but Lincoln was on speaker which.. yeah Clyde I might get, the only person he’d probably want privacy with is his girlfriend, he and Lincoln have the exact same running crew but lincoln has 10 other people int he house who may eevesdrop.  But hell yeah, it’s my first Lucy episode on the blog and my first with her club period. For Lucy she IS one of the sisters I like I just haven’t checked out her episodes since season 2,a nd that’s my fault and something I intend to correct. She’s adorably, hilarious in her creepiness, and endearing in how she feels ignored at itmes.. because she is. They also ALL can apparently do her suddenly sneak up on people batman schtick as they all pop up on lincoln when he mentions a ghost. But yeah I love she has her own adams family esque group of goths, and that one of them is a Haiku from an earlier episode. While he and clyde hitting it off went nowhere it IS nice for the show to actually bring back an earlier character they entirely forgot about. It’s very rare for them. 

But yeah I already like these guys, arriving in coffisn and accidently sending my new faviorite borris flying.. a boy who talks like dracula, looks like an orlock and talks in the third person, though he ends up completing a cheer pyramid, because as an intentional joke or not, fairway , a school for a sport built on quite conversation... has a cheers squad. But hey we get boris talking about his hollow bones and cheering out of it so we’re good. 

But now the goth gang can get down to business. They try the obvious first a séance which.. yeah if bill and ted and beetlejuice have taught me anything, Seance’s can only end in friendly ghost murder. Granted unlike Otho I think Lucy knows what she’s doing, I just don’t want Shanks to die. This dosen’t quite work as while there is some bubbles it’s just Froggy 2 who apparently goes here when he’s not with adelaide. Good for him, getting some higher book learning. That’s rare for frogs. Though the faces on the Club are priceless as they are adorable. 

Plan B is to set out Shank’s faviorite food, Ferminted Bean Meal.. which yes is both to set up a fart joke and may or may not exist. He also liked pigs in a blanket, which is a good gag. Lori asks why theyd idn’t go with that I say they simply did because these are professional Goths, and they will always go for the weirdest option possible. It’s who you signed on for lori. You could’ve just called the fentons at the start of this but no, no crossover for us. And yes it’d be butch heartman free but as far as I’m concerned he can go fuck himself for, most among a LARGE pile of him being a jackass, promoting faith healing seminars that among serious illnesses.. include autisim, aka equating what I have to things like alhimers and cancer. No joke there just screw him, don’t screw danny phantom it’s great, moving on.  They intend for shanks to eat it but Lori’s teamates do instead as does the one club member who has weird hair that really unernves me. I get it’s supposed to be spider like but still, the rest of the club is really well designed, including him minus the hair. Why this why. They all get stomach poisoning and blame Lori for it despite, you know, eating strange food left in the middle of campus which is never a good idea, as it’s either someone’s elses or possibly spiked. What did you think was going to happen? Lucy’s last ditch effort is partying like it’s 1900. We do get the club and lori in top hats and canes with presumibly pocket’s full of miracles. So that’s neat. But it fails thanks to the cheerleaders coming in, boris very much included. Lori is desparing,.. until it turns out the disco ball which broke offers a mirror to the other side.. and thus where shanks is.. at the graveyard just off campus. Haiku finds this school creepy and wants to go there. Me too little sister, me too. 

Lori opts to go alone.. while this shit terrifies her, understandably, it was her mess and she needs to clean it up.. even though him not explaning himself to her or anyone else did this I don’t know if he can talk so fair enough. He can however caddy obviously as Lori gives him a heartfelt apology, and then plays a round, with him helping.. though apparently returning her ball also opens a doorway to hell. Go figure. Great gag though especially lori’s casual “that was disturbing”. He dosen’t give a sign he’s coming back though. Then we cut to the game.. with no real sign lori told anyone anything.. was.. was a chunk cut out of this episode or did they just run out of time? I dunno it’s jarring but the game is down to her, and Lori ends up in a sandtrap with the sun in her eyes. But luckily shanks returns! He llfts an umbrella for her. Again I think it’s less that he’s inconsiderate and more that he’s mute.. or maybe he’s just a jackass I dunno. We don’t know enough about him. Point is Lori wins, her scholarship is secure and her family is cheering her on.. well okay her family in terms of lincoln, clyde, because he counts dammit, and her parents the rest of the girls minus lucy are absent because they needed room for her club. Whose in the sun somehow. Lori wins, Boris does an exorcist head spin, and Lucy feels he’s lost to them. I mean.. he has to go home.. unless he dosen’t have one... which is probable. Man now I want a fairway spinoff even more.. I mean just give lori and bobby an off campus place, have leni and her two friends move in, maybe throw in carol and have boris living in a hole in the backyard and we’re good. Please nick, greenlight this. I will write it for you just give me the go ahead. 

Final Thoughts:

This one was okay. As I said the reality breaks are fine if their used for good reaosn, but I felt the episode put Lori though a bit much. She hasn’t been unsympathetic in so long, and she has a genuine heartwrenching reason to want to do well and is terrified of shanks. It’s not her fault no one told her. I mean that should be in the brochure “We have a ghost but he’s a casper ghost and not a gozer ghost so your good”. I mean the fact Jack Fenton HASN’T come blaring down the campus is only because he already did that and is banned from campus. that and he drove through the comisary.. like through both walls. The Fenton Van is thick.  Point is lori goes through a lot of pain and humilation for no reason. It also feels like a two parter put into one half hour: The first half has a problem that’s seemingly solved only to have a cliffhanger with Lucy coming in as the solution. That being said I aboslutely love the mortuariy club. Why they can’t repalce spider head with rocky I don’t know, but otherwise I love em. Especailly boris who i’m fine with him staying at fairway as long as I get that spinoff> The Clyde and LIncoln antics are just “ha ha their mech dosen’t work”.. when they still have rayguns as part of the merch, though I do appricate that them running out of power is set up: Their guns discharge as a running gag so it’s no suprise their out by the time our heroes need them. And Clyde’s line about shame and guilt “Just like me!” was gold. This dosen’t really have the missed opprtunity smell of family bonding or strife of the party, it did fine enough and the scene of lori and shanks playing golf was really sweet.  It really is just okay: Not AMAZING, but not terrible. I’ve seen much worse already this season, but the creative halloweeny premise, fun with the goth gang, and general weirdness of fairway make it a hole in two. Not a slam dunk but still fun. Just because an episode is mostly okay dosen’t make it bad.  If you liked this review follow for more, as I have weekly coverage of ducktales and loud house and ocasionally the casagrandes and later today should have, space and time permitting, reviews of the new loud house, the new amphibia, and later this weekend some darkwing duck. Until then stay safe, stay spooky and happy halloween. Play us out white stripes!

#halloween #the loud house #ghosted #lori loud #lincoln loud #clyde mcbryde #lucy loud #haiku #boris #dante #morpheous #perspherone #lynn loud sr #rita loud #fairway university #shanks bogey #halloween havoc

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           𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲

i see we have a new member to our town.  welcome, welcome ARTHUR PENDRAGON.  we truly hope you enjoy your stay.  please feel free to head over to bevin & cecil’s until your settled, and don’t forget to stop by shady glen housing for your welcome package.  now you might be feeling a little weird or have odd dreams, but don’t fret too much.  those happen often in this town and if you need anything, just stop by the town hall or hospital.

i see we have a new member to our town.  welcome, welcome SAM WINCHESTER.  we truly hope you enjoy your stay.  please feel free to head over to bevin & cecil’s until your settled, and don’t forget to stop by shady glen housing for your welcome package.  i know it might be difficult right now and you might be missing your home. Dean Winchester & Castiel may be arriving shortly, so you won’t have to be alone.

i see we have a new member to our town.  welcome, welcome KORY ANDERS.  we truly hope you enjoy your stay.  please feel free to head over to bevin & cecil’s until your settled, and don’t forget to stop by shady glen housing for your welcome package.  i know it might be difficult right now and you might be missing your home.  Dick Grayson may be arriving shortly, so you won’t have to be alone.

i see we have a new member to our town.  welcome, welcome FI.  we truly hope you enjoy your stay.  please feel free to head over to bevin & cecil’s until your settled, and don’t forget to stop by shady glen housing for your welcome package.  i know it might be difficult right now and you might be missing your home.  Link & Princess Zelda are already here though, so you won’t have to be alone.

i think i just saw ARTHUR PENDRAGON (he/him)!  don’t you know them? they’re a canon character from merlin.  have you heard that they have fake memories?  apparently they appeared here in September 2016 just after succumbing to fatal injuries.   crazy, isn’t it?  now they're 29 years old and working as a FARMHAND.   still, they do have that , early sunrise, picnic’s in empty fields, naps by the waterside, token leather braided bracelets vibe about them.     (Bradley James.  T, she/her, 21, cst)

i think i just saw SAM WINCHESTER (he/him)!  don’t you know them? they’re a canon character from supernatural.  have you heard that they remember some things from their previous life?  apparently they appeared here in march 2019 just after receiving a voicemail from his brother and entering St. Mary’s convent to kill Lilith .   crazy, isn’t it?  now they're 25 years old and working as a LIBRARIAN   still, they do have that flannel every day of the week, runs on caffeine, leather bound journals, late night internet divesvibe about them.     (Jared Padalecki.  T, she/her, 21, cst)

i think i just saw KORY ANDERS��(she/her)!  don’t you know them? they’re a canon character from DC / TITANS.  have you heard that they remember everything from their previous life?  apparently they appeared here in june 2020 just after returning to help the Titans in their battle against deathstroke .   crazy, isn’t it?  now they're 28 years old and working as a GOODWIN ANTIQUES EMPLOYEE.   still, they do have that disco queen, star gazing, will punch you in the face, thigh high boots with every outfit vibe about them.     (Anna Diop.  T, she/her, 21, cst)

i think i just saw FI (she/her)!  don’t you know them? they’re a canon character from legend of zelda.  have you heard that they remember everything from their previous life?  apparently they appeared here in january 2018 just after the defeat of Calamity Ganon in Breath of the Wild.   crazy, isn’t it?  now they're 25 years old and working as a HILLS HUNTING EMPLOYEE.   still, they do have that deep woods, marathon naps, a concerning amount of concealed weapons,  vibe about them.     (Arden Cho.  T, she/her, 21, cst)

#sallow hills (accepted) #loz rp #legend of zelda rp #dc comics rp #dc rp #merlin rp #supernatural rp #submission

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El amor esta aqui

By mozarellarellarella123

@shalilyweek

Writers Note:

Hello everyone!!! I’m fairly new to this community and I’m glad to be a part of it! By the way, the title (El amor esta aqui) translates to “love is here” from Spanish to English. (Not accurately) Anyway, before you read, I’d like to thank @indayiashow for helping and inspiring me to be a part of this community and to write fan-fics like this! Another note, this is actually my first fan fiction (So naturally it’s gonna be terrible) so please tell me what you think because even if you say something like: “This was terrible and never do this again”, I’d rather have that then a comment that lies to me about my work. So please leave criticism down below!!! 😊 Anyway, lets get to the story!

Fandom: Fairy Tail | Characters: (Human) Shagotte X Pantherlily | Word Count: 2,208 | Age: 13+ (Includes bad words and fluff)

Heavy and shining lightning strook the sky from the rain-filled heavy clouds above as rain wet the land like a cold shower and hit Lily’s umbrella, making a pitter-patter sound as hail hit Lily’s head like a hard rock being thrown at him. Lily was shivering cold and sidestepping along the wet pavement. He was wearing some green and purple nike trainers, a soaked shirt and tie, some drenched blue jeans and a smart top hat which was also wet. The street lamp illuminated Lily’s smile. He had finally arrived.

But where did lily arrive? Why was he in the rain and how did he find himself into this situation? It all started in Lily’s house. It was your regular, average day and lily was relaxing in his house.

He was watching a movie with the fire on, some marshmallows and a soft, woollen blanket. He heard a knock and paused the film to answer the door. “Hello-“ Lily was in shock. It was none other then his old friend Gajeel Redfox.

“What’s up punk?” Gajeel Laughed histerically while smiling cheekily. “Gajeel! It’s been a while hasn’t it?!” Lily exclaimed a little too loudly. “...”. An awkward silence occurred as the two stopped looking at each other and started to twiddle their thumbs or look the other way.

Finally, Gajeel broke the silence in a heartwarming and honest way. “Look lily, I’m sorry for what I did...” He softly said as he started to make eye contact with lily again. “I’m sorry too.....” Lily muttered awkwardly while looking down and fiddling with his fingers.

“To make it up to you, I want you to come to a party I’m hostin’. How does that sound huh?” Gajeel explained bravely. A smile spread across Lily’s face. “I would love to.” He replied with a bright smile and shaking Gajeel’s hand.

Lily would’ve brang a coat and a pair of boots if he knew it would rain this hard. He brought out an umbrella but the heavy drops of rain and the intense, strong and superior wind blew the umbrella away, leaving lily exposed to the lightning and hail.

This would’ve been a lot easier if he went to the party by car, so then he could avoid the rain and get there in a jiffy. Unfortunately for him, he couldn’t afford a car; he couldn’t even afford most things. He wasn’t the richest person in the world but he definitely had the looks.

He would’ve entered the party in style if his whole outfit wasn’t soaked to the core. Once he arrived, he knocked the door and rang the doorbell. He shivered intensely while waiting for someone to let him in. After 5 minutes had passed, lily knocked again and at last, Gajeel answered the door. He just opened the door and walked away, not even welcoming lily into his house. This was why they fell out in the first place, Gajeel being a dick.

Once he walked in, he was blinded by a disco ball, colourful lights and massive fog machines. He had to close his eyes and shove his way past everyone into the bathroom. Once he was in there, he used a towel to dry himself off and make sure he looked smart. He fixed his tie and did his collar until he looked fairly presentable. (Well at least, as presentable as you can look when you have been walking in the harsh rain for 20 minutes)

The lights weren’t blinding him when he walked out of the bathroom so he decided to take this chance to look around. There was a disco area, a karaoke/stage area,(Where Gajeel was) a snack area and a gaming area.

This area particularly peaked Lily’s interest as he was indeed a gamer. When he is off work, he usually games for 2-3 hours before going to bed. He absolutely loved gaming. Gaming was his soul. Gaming kept him alive. Gaming was his true passion and he wouldn’t give it up for absolutely anything.

He walked over to that area faster then a cat chasing a mouse and soon found himself in the middle of three sections. These sections were: The Video Game area, (Where people played video games) The board Game area, (Where people played board games) and finally, The card area, where you can imagine what they play there. He swiftly approached the video game area.

Lily sat down next to a person who had won matches 5 times in a row with complete perfection and accuracy. “So, you just arrived?” She asked menacingly while giving lily a dirty look through her black sunglasses.

She was an absolute badass. Lily gulped. He obviously picked a fight with someone way above his competition. But, he was prepared. He was ready. He turned around and what he saw was absolutely mind blowing.

It was a women with beautiful white hair that flowed down her body like a river, some beautiful jewellery that you could see your own reflection in and a beautiful dress that complimented her entire body. Lily had never seen someone so beautiful in his entire life. In fact, he has never actually felt love until now.

His heart rate went from 60 to a clean 120 in nothing short of a millisecond. “Ahem?!” She scowled intimidatingly. Lily had completely forgotten about her question because of this girl.

His mouth was watering and his senses were tingling. He quickly remembered what the women had asked him and answered as quickly as he could. “Y-y-yeah...” He awkwardly stumbled out.

She didn’t say a word after that and just started the match. They were playing smash bros and Lily loved to play as mewtwo. That was his favoutite character. The terrifying and mysterious women played as Mario, simple but complicated.

Lily turned around to see the girl watching him play. He must not lose. Or else that may lead to massive embarrassment. He had to win. It was the only way. His heart rate shot up again and he could literally feel his heart pounding out of his chest.

This match decided his fate.

The match had started. 3, 2, 1, GO!!! Lily immediately attacked his neural special which fired a shadow ball. She immediately parried it with a perfect shield. Lily was in shock.

Her instincts and reflexes were on a whole new level. A lever way higher than Lily’s playing level. She saw her advantage and immediately attacked back with 3 fireballs.

Lily didn’t have the reflexes to dodge or parry it in time, so he ended up taking the hit. 12% damage. Lily got annoyed and immediately used his side smash. This sent Mario flying and now all lily had to do was to stop her from getting back onto the stage.

On the edge, lily ceased his opportunity and used his down special, disable. This let her off the platform completely and she went flying into the distance. She had an agitated look on her face. A look of rivalry and revenge.

She was absolutely pissed. Lily gulped again. He just had to survive one more minute more until the time ran out. But there was a thin chance of him surviving her wrath.

When she respawned, she immediately started throwing punches, none of which lily could dodge. She kept on going until her final smash meter was charged up. This was bad news.

She was gonna finish him off with one last final sweep. It was called fireball finale. This was the attack that was gonna send lily flying off stage. Lily immediately started to jump around because if she missed then her chance of using it would be over. But she wasted absolutely no time in using it. There it was.

Fireball Finale.

The move that sent lily flying off stage. GAME!!! The match had ended. They both had one kill on each other. A tie. Which means this could only be settled in sudden death.

Sudden death was a finale move that ended everything off. Lily was so scared. More scared then he has ever been is his entire life. He looked at the mysterious women. Her face told of winning and determination. Lily’s face told of the opposite. SUDDEN DEATH!!! GO!!!!!

This was now or never. Lily immediately used disable, which stunned her and gave lily one last chance. One last chance to attack. The stage was filling with fire and he had finite time. He made his final attack and it finished her off. GAME!!!

She obviously was annoyed but you could literally see the red on her face. After all of Lily’s hard gaming and training, he had broken her winning streak. She immediately left annoyed and frustrated with herself.

The beautiful girl went over to him and happily said: “That was amazing!!! You did great!” Lily smiled joyously. He was victorious. “Thank you but it was nothing really...” He mumbled overconfidently.

“What’s your name?” She asked curiously. “Pantherlily. But you can call me lily.” Lily told her. “Shagotte is mine. But you can call me anything you want!” She explained excitedly. “Shagotte is just fine for me.” He replied.

This made her blush and put a massive smile on her face. They both shared a glance at each other. A glance that spoke to them saying: “Love has finally arrived. Love is here.”

They walked to the dance floor holding each other’s hands. Lily did the gentlemanly thing and asked: “May I have this dance?” Shagotte straight away started to dance with him. Kisses and hugs were exchanged and that night was one of Lily’s best nights in his entire life.

Lily couldn’t sleep that night. His thoughts had filled up with love and romance and dance like a whole new world had been opened up to him. He finally fell asleep and dreamed about Shagotte. Getting married, having kids and overall living a good life. When he woke up he cried and wished that dreams could be brought to life.

He wondered why he was so addicted. Why was he so drawn to Shagotte like a magnet? He pulled himself together and got out of bed. He put a vest and some underwear on, and shortly head downstairs for a nice bowl of cereal.

After that, he started to clean frantically. He wouldn’t normally clean but he knew that Shagotte was coming over to his house for the day, and he needed to clean. Sure his house wasn’t very “grand” or “stylish” but inviting her over would put him closer to bringing that dream to real life just like he wished.

Once he finished cleaning, he put some clothes on, used deodorant and brushed his teeth until they were sparkling clean like a diamond being polished with a cloth. He heard the doorbell ring and got excited. He rushed downstairs and took deep breaths, trying to hide his everlasting excitement for her, and finally opened the door.

“Hello!!! Come in and make yourself at home!” Lily welcomed kindly. She smiled at the warm opening and sat on the couch. “Would you like some tea or coffee?” He asked, trying to be as polite as possible.

“Coffee please! And can I have 2 sugars and milk in it as well?” She questioned while also trying to hide her excitement for him. “Coffee with milk and two sugars coming right up!!!” He exclaimed. Shagotte turned on the tv and enjoyed herself.

Once lily made two coffees, they both sat down and started a conversation. “So, how has life been treating you?” Lily asked, trying to start up a conversation. “It’s been okay I guess... It’s just that...” Shagotte muttered sadly. “I’ve been really lonely lately...”

“Yeah me too. I understand.” He said awkwardly. “I’ve been struggling for money and working at this job I hate.” She stuttered while taking a small sip of her coffee. “I’m also struggling with money and a job to find.” Lily replied.

“I have no friends, no job and no money.” She stated in a depressed tone. It was like they were in the same boat. Lily also didn’t have these things and was in a state of sadness. He decided to cheer her up.

“That’s a lie. You have one friend. And that friend is me.” He declared heartwarmingly. Lily could see the tears in her eyes. “Oh lily-“ She cried as she gave him a massive hug and a kiss.

Lily saw an opportunity and whispered in her ear: “I love you.” These three words made Shagotte burst into even more tears; tears of happiness and pure joy.

“I love you too... lily...” She sniffled while tightening her hug even more. “I absolutely hate my house. I live in a cramped flat that only has one room in it.” Lily started to feel bad because he thought that his house was bad.

“So please!!! PLEASE!!! Can I live here?!” She wailed loudly, letting all of her feelings out. “Yes. Of course you can.” Lily smiled rapidly. This resulted in even more tears and love.

The next day they became boyfriend and girlfriend. Lily had found his hope. His light at the end of the dark tunnel. His happiness. Happiness that he had been searching for but could never find. The happiness that led to a bright and joy-filled future.

-mozarellarellarella123

[guardiandae]

Symbrock Holiday Exchange Masterlist! (Fics)

Thanks for @lokianawinchester​ for running the show! I wanted to compile a masterlist of the 38 works on AO3. All authors are anonymous until the 31st. Remember to leaves kudos and comments! ♥

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❄ venom's winter fun times checklist (G) Summary: Venom's first winter experience. 

❄ Cards On The Table (G) Summary: Eddie needs to tell Anne the truth about Venom, that he survived. He needs to tell her - but he's not quite sure how. ------- “You’re not Tan France, you can’t tell me what to wear,” Eddie had complained while Venom made him try on every thing in his closet and walk up and down the room like a model. “I don’t know what’s wrong with the first outfit I picked.” It was a polo neck. “What’s wrong with that?” You are not a polo neck gay, Eddie. Please burn it.

❄ "catholic guilt" is the name of our christmas album (T) Summary; we want to understand you. but we… "we" as in me, want to do this with us, "us" as in you and me.

or.

venom tries to understand their first christmas by looking at eddie's.

❄ What Big Teeth You Have! (The Better to Save You With) (T) Summary: Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear sentient alien goo.

❄ Bad Boy (M) Summary: With a frustrated huff Venom switched on the television, maybe he could learn something interesting and let his mind wander off his dumb, reckless host.

“.. have been a naughty boy, not following the rules? You need to be punished for your behaviour.”

❄ Wearable Boyfriend (One Size Fits All) (T) Sometimes the worst thing that happens is that you have to get out of bed in the morning...

❄ Hung (Up) (M) Eddie's got a hang-up about his dick. The symbiote is a little hung up about it, too.

❄ Xenopathology (G) "Uh-huh," Eddie says. "Sounds like a cold, to me."

"Sounds like you know nothing of symbiote biology," Venom snarks back.

❄ No Brakes (M) After the explosion at the Life Foundation, Eddie tries to get back to his life. But something is missing.

An illustrated pinch-hit for the Symbrock Holiday Exchange. Happy holidays Kairu_KitsuneO! I hope you enjoy :)

❄ A Brilliant Display (G) Eddie and Venom navigate human social patterns. Also discussion of Peacocks.

❄ Dreams and Nightmares (T)    At night, Eddie is haunted by his failures in life. Venom, his eternally loving partner, is there to soothe him.

❄ Holo is Stored in the Symbiote (G) You know what would make this even better? 

Venom asks, every time they finish painting Eddie's nails.

Eddie takes a breath and lets it out. "A holo tac--"

A HOLO TACO.

And then Venom slathers as much glitter as they possibly can over whatever design they'd just finished, until his nails are practically a disco ball. But Venom's right. Holo *does* make everything look better.

❄ Test Drive (E)

He feels the skin under his hands shift, and he knows it’s Venom messing around. He looks down at his chest, he watches as his pecs get bigger, fuller.

“Venom. Did you give me boobs?”

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,”

❄ Inconvenient Epiphany (T) Eddie has a startling realization at an inconvenient time.

Or, Eddie learns to jump.

❄ Penguins Videos and Cooking Shows (G) Eddie is really bad at keeping Venom's presence a secret, and Anne and Dan now have both one (1) human disaster and one (1) alien disaster to keep an eye on.

❄ Strange Food Cravings (T) Eddie has some food cravings he never had before... that's probably nothing serious, right?

❄ Consuming (E) "You're going to fix this," Eddie said, and if his voice was accusing, that was entirely understandable considering Venom had broken down his suppressants.

❄ Holiday Cheer (G) Eddie is feeling down during the Holidays, Venom wants to just make him feel better

❄ I love Wearing You (M) Anne invites Eddie out to a formal event, forcing Venom to shift himself into a suit that fits the occasion. But what if making a pretty suit to match his boyfriend is a bit harder than expected.

❄ Dolores Park (E) Venom wants an ice cream, but he's been bad, so Eddie doesn't want to give him such a tasty treat. Maybe he can find something else to eat instead.

❄ Christmas Gift (M) Venom wants to surprise Eddie with a gift. He loves both of them.

❄ Comfort Measures (T) Eddie has nightmares of losing Venom.

❄ Blacks and browns (E) They get captured and they blame it on each other, but that doesn't change the facts that they were careless. Carlton Drake makes an appearance and starts to explain things and maybe get some (work-related) shit done. It's interrupted by Eddie's boner. Carlton is amused, Eddie's ashamed, and Venom is curious. They have a bit of fun.

❄ A Night On The Town (G) “It's nice to see you all dressed up, ” Dan notes, holding Eddie an arms-length away and taking in the pale buttoned-up shirt tucked into slim-cut trousers. “We were scared you'd show up in sneakers and sweats.”“Terrified is a better word,” Anne adds on the end of a gentle laugh.

❄ Not a cold, really (G) Well, how could it be a cold? Venom is an alien. Alien or not though, Eddie has to figure out how to help his symbiote

❄ This Is Way Too Much Pressure, It's Breaking My Heart (M) Eddie doesn't like Christmas. Venom sets out to, if not to change his mind, at least distract him for a little while.

❄ I'm Only What You Make Me (T) Eddie can't run fast enough to escape herself. 

❄ The Black and White Parade (T) After receiving word from a friend of a friend of a sort-of-maybe friend of a former workmate, Tony investigates the remains of the Life Foundation.

Apparently hitchhiking isn't just a human activity.

❄ Cake (G) Eddie hates days like today. Venom knows exactly how to fix it!

❄ Efficiency (E) Eddie introduces Venom to the concept of delayed gratification.

❄ The closest thing to a perfect man (is made of gingerbread) (T) Christmas has never been tastier.

❄ Living In a Dream, It’s Just You and Me (G) “You’re the best, love,” Eddie sighs happily and reaches up to pet Venom’s head.

“You say that every morning.” Venom leans into the touch anyways.

Eddie chuckles and kisses his other’s head fondly. “And I mean it every time.”

❄ Possession (E) You’re mine. Venom pressed that phrase so firmly into Eddie’s consciousness that he jolted.

“Oh, boy. What’s your alter ego saying?” Dana said with both concern and amusement.

Eddie opened his mouth to blather some jokey excuse, but Venom pushed their deep, gravelly voice out, “Eddie is mine!” Black lines bulged out of Eddie’s skin like veins.

❄ The weights you drag along (and the ones I carry for you) (T) Christmas had a tendency to to dig up old feelings and old memories, a rising and confusing pile of emotions that Eddie had to sort through to get an enjoyable experience out of the holiday. It's easier to do so, when you have someone with you;

(Or: Eddie and Venom talk while sitting on the kitchen floor at 5am)

❄ On Top of the World (G) Eddie and V have worked alongside Peter Parker a few times since they've been in NY, but both parties have made sure to keep their identities a secret--they only know each other as Venom and Spider-Man. That is, at least, until Venom and Eddie happen to stumble across a familiar smelling teen on a rooftop at 5am.

❄ Warm me up (E) It's a chilly winter day and Eddie and Venom come home to a cold apartment. Lucky for Eddie, Venom is happy to warm him up. One thing leads to another and things heat up.

❄ I'll be Buried Here with You (M) It's easy to die. Easy to close your eyes and sleep forever. It's so much harder to be the one left behind.

So, so much harder than Eddie could have imagined.

❄ Kiss under a Parasite (T) This is Venom's first Christmas dinner celebrated with Eddie at Anne and Dan’s place. And their first Mistletoe Kiss.

#venom #veddie #symbrock #eddie brock #venom 2018 #venom comics #marvel #!!!! #long post

[britpop-bowie]

Queen backstage:

Freddie

Singing loudly all the time to prep his voice and annoying everyone who isn't joining in

Seems calm but will cut a bitch who offers him dairy products

Having a bit too much fun I'm whatever costume he has decided to wear

Which results in passing by the others mirrors just to check his legs still look good

Being okay and then spontaneously forgetting the lyrics to a song (probably one he wrote) and staring into space like he's on the office

Just taking things from everyone's dressing table when he's bored and asking what it is, even if they all know he knows

Over dramatically wailing about any tiny thing that goes wrong just for the pure aesthetic of it all

Roger

Drumming on everything without noticing and, again, driving the others mad

Sitting in a corner with sunglasses on seeming surprisingly chilled out

Wait no it's a power nap

Dicking around with any passing friend because damn it these shows are the time of his life!

Convinced he's forgotten something important even when everyone is telling him he hasnt

Turns out he forgot to put socks on

Getting into arguments with Brian about the set list when they have to be on stage in 10 minutes

Losing the argument and threatening to not go on stage at all.

Brian

Actually calm

Ready as hell for some solos

Silently praying that no one will try and knock something over this time

"Roger... Roger! Roger get off! I know you're there piss off!"

Comparing outfits and fabrics with Freddie just to make sure their rock and roll enough

Reading when there's a lul

But keeps on missing the good bits so is slightly angry the whole time

Constantly refluffing hair to make sure it's up to scratch

Him and Deaky throwing things at eachother when the other one isn't looking, neither is completely sure who it is that's doing it

Practicing his walk on even though he's done it hundreds of times because "it still doesn't feel good enough"

Getting yelled at by Roger for putting his feet up on his dressing table.

John:

Sits on his own drinking tea because the other room is unnecessarily messy

Gets swarmed by Roger anyway

He doesn't mind

Is clearly quite nervous even now but doesn't show it

Freddie can still tell and gives him a small pat on the back and a welcoming smile

Has a nice chat with Freddie about the music and other things when he can feel the room needs to be chill

Helps calm everyone down by just being there and laughing at them messing around

Cheeky quips from his little corner that make Brian chuck a cushion across the room

Sideways grins at no one in particular when he hears something he can use in a song or someone says something really quite funny

That is unless he's had a bit to drink (probably down to Roger) and then he's the life and soul

Mimicking his onstage dance moves like the disco dad he is

Letting himself be dressed up like a doll

Deciding maybe one bass solo isn't enough, you can never have too much bass

Knocking over an entire set of hair product and blaming it on nerves

#i love thongs like this #sorry its long whoops #queen #john deacon #freddie mercury #brian may #roget taylor #the band queen #queen band

[ofstarsandvibranium]

In Front of the Camera: Part 11

Fandom: Marvel (Cam Guy AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your friend and neighbor, Bucky, is a cam guy, but you have no idea until your friend sends you a link to one of his live streams.

Part 10 |  Series Masterlist

A/N: shout out to the people who literally came into my inbox looking to cut Bucky’s dick off. I love yall. Also, guys, I literally cried while writing this. I feel so torn!

Bucky sat on his couch crying his eyes out. His hand clutching his phone. He already tried getting you to open your door for him, to let him explain. But he was only met with silence. 

He called and texted and nothing. He just wanted to fix all this. He fucked up and he needs to fix this!

Dot calling....

Dot calling...

Dot calling...

Shit. Dot was calling for a facetime and Bucky didn’t know what if he should ignore her or answer the call. He knew if he ignored the Facetime call she’ll just end up blowing up his phone with messages and missed phone calls. He didn’t wanna deal with that. So he sat up, wiped the tears from his eyes and gave a couple of deep breaths before answering the call.

It took a couple of seconds before Bucky was met with the image of Dot’s body scantily clad in a sexy school girl outfit, “Hey there, Mr. Barnes. I’m failing your class, think I can somehow earn some extra credit?” she giggled and, honestly, Bucky just wanted to throw up. How could he have fallen into her siren spell so easily when he had you?

Dot noticed Bucky’s somber expression and his silence. Her face appeared on screen, “What’s wrong?”

He has to make this right.

“We can’t do this anymore. I’m done.”

She snorted, “C’mon, James, very funny.”

“I’m serious,” he sneered, “I’m done! No more of your games! My girlfriend broke up with me because of you!”

Dot scoffed, “Ah yes because I was the one that forced you two sext me. I was the one that forced you to agree to face time and roleplay with me. I was the one who forced you send me nudes of yourself. Don’t go blaming me, James! That’s all on you! I thought you said your girl was fine with it? She’s not as perfect as you thought, huh?”

“Don’t talk about her that way!”

“Why waste your time on some Plain Jane like her anyway? She won’t even let you fuck her on camera. Face it, James, we’re meant to be with each other.”

“You’re a manipulative bitch! I can’t believe I even had an inkling of feelings for you!”

Dot bit her lip, “You’re hot when you’re angry.”

“Fuck off, Dot. This whole deal is done!” he slams his finger on the end call button. Dot’s image disappearing. He then blocks her number and deletes it. Well, that’s one weight off his shoulder. 

Bucky stood up and walked over to his room. He sat at his desk where his laptop sat. He logged onto the Cam4You website.

As soon as you entered your apartment, you broke down crying. You really thought Bucky was the one for you. He was sweet, funny, adorable, kind, and passionate. You genuinely thought he cared about you and then he ends up sweeping you to the side for some woman he’s never met. Men are trash.

The next morning after the incident, you woke up to a noise at you door. You groaned as you sat up on the couch, not even remembering falling asleep there.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

You move towards the door to see who it was, but when you heard the voice, you froze, “Doll? It’s-It’s me. I just-I just wanted to see if we can talk over breakfast? I made your favorite: chocolate chip pancakes. I even made a smiley face on one of them...and a heart...” his voice faded away. There was silence after that then retreating footsteps. It isn’t until you hear Bucky’s door close, that you know he’s gone.

You let out a sob again. 

What was it about Bucky that made him so special? Was it his smile that made your heart beat pick up? Or was it his eyes? The enchanting blue orbs that you can stare at for hours? Was it his laugh? The sound being an entire symphony to your ears? Or was it his touch? The gentleness of his skin along yours bringing you to bliss? 

You don’t know what it is, but you currently hate all of it. You hate that you fell for it all. You hate that you fell for Bucky so hard to then have him crush your heart into a million of pieces. The strong affectionate feelings you had for Bucky Barnes were then replaced with hate and malice.

For days, Bucky’s been trying to get you to see him, talk to him, listen to him. But every attempt was met with silence. This really was the end, wasn’t it? This couldn’t be the end. He was just about ready to start a new beginning with you.

After a night of gentle sex, you were cuddled up to Bucky, basically melting under his loving gaze.

“You make me feel so love. I don’t deserve it,” you mumbled.

You watched as his brows furrowed, “Whaddyou mean?”

“All my life, I’ve felt so insecure. Unattractive. Unworthy. Unlovable. But with you, I feel confident, sexy, worthy, loved.”

Bucky caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, “That’s because you are those things.”

“That’s not what past partners have told me,” you murmured into his chest.

“They’re all idiots. Blind idiots. They don’t see what a goddess you are, Y/N. You’re a goddess, my goddess. I wanna have a forever with you.” his nose nuzzling against yours.

You giggled, “I wanna have a forever with you too.”

Part 12

TAGLIST IS CLOSED FOR THIS SERIES.

@angryschnauzer @papi-chulo-bucky @sad-af1121 @thatawkwardtinyperson@cherrynat @221bshrlocked @liffydaze @acambridge @cinema212 @aw–heck @shaboibucky @yknott81 @hereforsumbucky @marvel-girl01@spoonfuloffridges @forensicdeer @superpaperclip @thunderous-flower @danis-strange-inferno @bloodiedskirtts @maaryisafangirl@vgurl18 @smallmarvel @m4shtyx @his-paradox @slender–spirit@thebookwormslytherin @imarockstar45 @laheyakins @caramell0w@nattchelle @iamwarrenspeace @songsaboutcupcakes @stevethotgers@keldachick @ughitsmetina @lowkeysebby @swagfancroissantpizza @disco-planet

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #cam guy au #au #marvel

[jongdaekink]

Night

Smut

Taeyong x You

Word Count: 2111

Sweat and more sweat. Your makeup, probably all melted by now. Bodies bouncing and crushing with each other in some kind of punk orgy. No lights besides some fluorecents and neon ones in the sealing and a old disco ball, somehow that was a lot for that place. It wasn’t a intimat escenario, but at the same time it was. It was crowded but at the same time you could feel totally ignored. Music was playing at full volume, so any casual conversation was out of discussion if you weren’t sticked to someone. Your throat was praying for some substance that would calm the extreme dryness, but walk among the people wasn’t a easy thing to do.

You pushed through, opening your way to the high counter and tried to talk without any response, then you yelled but again, nothing. The music was too loud so that you would be heard. Cough, another red flag from your throat. That was your last attempt to shout out to the barman.

It was a grungy disco. You came with friends to have a fun night, and for now you were having a great time. It was already late, so your group of people was scattered everywhere, that’s why you were alone with any help. You needed a drink so you decided to cross half of the place and reach the bar. There were another fifteen people waiting for drinks like you so getting one wasn’t going to be fast.

The presence of another body very close to you didn’t disturb you until you turned around to see who it was. For a moment you couldn’t believe that someone so mesmerizing was standing beside you, watching directly at you, talking to you.

Red hair, a cut on the thick eyebrow and some rests of dark eyeliner framed his face, together with his sharpy jaw line. He was skinny, super skinny like a scarecrow, but in a weird way it was perfect for his look. He was wearing a hook pin in one ear, tight black jeans and a white tank top. That was it. The simplicity of the outfit highlighted more his natural beauty.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked leaning into your ear. His voice was so deep and throaty that you needed a second to process what he said to you. You were totally lost in his face, so the only thing you could do was to nod.

“You can develop our conversation a little more, what exactly do you want?” He asks giggling. Seeing the smile he dedicated you was like being stabbed in the center of the heart. So beautiful that it causes pain to look at it. How someone like him could be real?.

You tried to talk and say what you wanted to drink but it came weird out of your mouth with a raspy sound due to your dry throat. That wasn’t the only thing of why he starts cracking loudy. Besides saying the drink you added sweety at the end.

He was still laughing of your awkwardness when he leans over the corner, rising his hand to catch the barman’s attention, meanwhile you were analyzing how doomed you were. “At least he knows you are into him, really hard” you thought.

You thank him as he stretched his arm with your drink. It was refreshing. The relieve was running into your body in liquid form, the desert had gone. Now you can think again, or at least no fuck up more your chances with him.

He was just observing you while you were drinking, with a flirting smile. Waiting for you to say something.

“Are you going to keep teasing me with what i said” you whines at him, because you knew he was still laughing inside, and how not was the deal.

“I can try… not to tease you so much, but no one has been so straight to me before” he replies. “I could introduce myself in that way from now on…” he jokes while he bites his lower lip. “This could be our inside joke” adding a wink at the end. His small chat was killing you. Despite the sexy appearence he was kinda cute and silly.

Another type of conversation was happening underneath the glaces and laughs. The tension was there, and a thirst was craving you, not sure if it was the desire of more water or for him.

As soon as you finished the drink he asked to you “Do you want to dance?”. Before you could reply something he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the center of the dance floor bouncing with joy, like if he was waiting for this all this time.

*

Stwists, jumps, hands, spins. You knew how to dance, but he was on another level, he could dance everything, guiding you on each song, in every step, and for that you were enjoying it a lot. It was like sliding on the floor, as if the music flows through he, making the people surround you disappear to only focus in him.

Your heart beating faster than the rythm of the music everytime he came near to your for a particular step or small touch till a slow song starts playing at the background when he come closer and closer, looking straight into your eyes as his face changes colours due to the strobe lights, above that his face shifted from the smily boy to a serious look . Hands tangled you by the waist, tipsy fingers were furrowing your spine. He was a inch from your face, devouring you with his dark glace, waiting for you to complete the one percent of the missing path. His tongue was peeking outside, moisturing the lips.

You come closer staring at those eyes till you reach him. Plumps and soft were those who were embracing you, gently at first, then the jaw starts working more and intensifies the kiss. Your hands in his nape, holding him as if you wanted to be more closer than this. The music disappeared of your ears, the only thing you can feel is him like a bass base pounding inside you. Tongues connected with each other and besides the alcohol flavor that was wrapping you perceived a metal ball, warm and slippery battling for your atention. It was intense but playful somehow. Time expands without knowing if you were kissing him for five minutes or half hour.

A break. You were breathing but it was like no air was entering into your lungs. That kiss was too much. You were already missing the little metal companion in your mouth.

“I need to go to the bathroom” you said. That was the only thing that popped into your mind. He was still hugging you by the waist and you couldn’t tell if this was cute or hot by the way he was gentlely playing with the hem of your top at your back. His pupils on the other side were dilatated and dark. He nods and accompanies you till the bathroom door.

What are you doing? You ask to yourself when you entered into the bathroom, you could’t figured out what this boy is. You couldn’t tell. He was driving you crazy with his simply precense. Taking a minute to think, with both hands on the counter, you realize how wet you were for him. Your panties were soaked in fluids. This was how bad you wanted him. You were oficially fucked already, so why not trying him afterwards because somehow you ended here with him.

You ran out so fast from the bathroom you almost hit him.

“Do you want to come to my house?” he said with a deep voice, again, tangling you by the waist thightly. Your heart sank into you body. That was exacly what you were going to said to him. His eyes were demanding an answer. Then he presses his lips in yours, he just presses, showing that he was trudly saying it. When he removed it you sigh with closed eyes “Yes”.

*

The click sound in the closed door makes the clothes start fliying and landing in the floor, chairs, tables tracing a path to the room. You contemplate now his skinny body without anything on, thin muscles and pale skin was the perfect definition for him. You immerse inside the bed under the sheets almost without disarming it and you only had time to turn on the light of the night table before he poses above you pressing you with his weight and warm caress. His scent, his breath, his skin was poisoning you.

The piercing was playing inside you mouth, bounciong between your tongue and sometimes crushing into your teeth. You lost track of one hand that wasn’t touching you till it appreas all of sudden softly brushing your folds from top to bottom with two fingers. The surprise makes you arch your back for the pleasure and as you response like this, one long and bony finger digs into you slowly, tasting your walls that were impregnated with fluids. He went in till his finger was all inside, pressing his palm into your outer lips, sealling your entrance, concentrating all the heat in while he keeps kissing you. Your watery mouth  whines in his mouth, begging for more. He slowly pulled it out, taking a second for hearing you to beg again. This time two entered in your core, pumping you in slow motion. He was teasing you, making you build your orgasm with baby steps.

Your hands scrathed his back and he let go a raspy groan that pierced through your ear. His voice was like a auditive orgasm that bristled the hairs on your neck, meanwhile your body was boiling down there, making you feel a fever. You take your hands out of his back, searching for his member till you reach it. His dick was so stiff for you that the small touch makes him moan in pain more loudy than before, twitching all of his body. He was just acting like if he was in control but in reality was boiling like you, and leaking from the tip.

You move your body down without letting it go of your hands, trying to reach it, you couldn’t wait anymore and neither him. He gets closer and helps leaning his hips where you were demanding him. As soon as the tip touches your lips subtly he shoves all in with one movement and both pressed hard your bodies against each other, shuddering for how filled were feeling now.

His lips left your mouth and goes to your nipples. Moist and warm metal spins around your flesh, turning it more erected than before. First it was only tongue, but then he pinches the tip with his teeth, sending shivers in your chest. The stinging sensation was anything but pain in that particular spot. A glace perused your face, staring at you as you were enjoying his moves.

Now the thrusts were fast and erratic, both waited for too long and couldn’t control anymore, letting the anxiety to be free. He goes rough and deeper, each time he went all in. Your hands are grabbing his ass tight and pushing him in, without letting him to go back for too long.

He laid down his head and buryind it between your boobs, brushing your skin with hot breath into your abdomen, his back fully arched up, and places his arms down your shoulders squeezing his body with yours. You couldn’t feel more bounded as you reach the climax and spill you load over him. You tried to press his ass as far deep as you could but he keeps slaming you harder into the mattres, with no control of himself, making you hypersensitive core spams over him like simultaneous explosions happening inside you till he cums, buryind his hips into you core, squeezing your entire body tight.

“This was amazing sweety” he mumbles and you see his nose wrinkling at you with a big smile on his face while he lifts it back from your chest and falls from over you to one side. He places his head into the pillow and pulls you to his chest. Your ear could listen his heart still pounding fast, recovering from that race. Both are snuggling, covered with the sheets. He wraps his arms around you. Tiredness finally hits after this long night, you are totally relaxed and and both are waiting for the sleeps to come in.

Before you lost conscience he whispers “I’m Taeyong by the way”.

#nct #nct taeyong #taeyong #taeyong smut #lee taeyong #kpop smut #nct scenarios #kpop scenarios #nct smut

[sophieebdaily]

English

Sophie is on today’s Metro UK newspaper (23/09). Read the article below:

Pop star and podcaster Sophie Ellis-Bextor, 42, on mermaid boobs, sequins and her Love Island addiction.

Congratulations on being our first bumper 60 Seconds interview! Are there two different sides of you?

“What people might not associate me with is the way I came into music, which is through indie music. I was a massive Britpop fan. I was in indie band Theaudience in the late 1990s when I signed my first record deal. The pop disco side came quite a lot later and I think 16-year-old me would be slightly horrified I spend so much of my time in sequins. I remember being told I should make disco music and I was slightly offended but that’s exactly where my heart ended up going.”

What else would we be surprised to learn about you?

“My love of interiors and vintage clothing, and things like that. I get excited about aesthetics and creating a home but also vintage fashion. I also have quite a crafty side — I’m always making things with the kids at home. At home when I was younger my mum [Janet Ellis of Blue Peter fame] was always making things and we were allowed to paint on the walls. There’s a wall at home that’s been there since I was 15 where we’ve all done poems and Mum stuck fabric. I was allowed to do murals on my wall — one is still there of a mermaid with funny-shaped boobs. I wouldn’t say I’m particularly talented, we just really enjoy it. And I love the kids’ imaginations of how to make something work. We’ve made all sorts of contraptions, puppet theatres and models.”

You’ve been super busy lately. Is there anyone you’ve been nervous about interviewing for your podcast?

“I get most nervous when they’re people in very senior positions, people I perceive as being properly grown-up and who don’t have a silly job like me. They’ll notice if you get something factually wrong, although everybody’s lovely when you meet them. It’s such a privilege. I loved talking to Kath, Dan Gillespie Sells of The Feeling’s mum. Her story is incredible and I got really emotional listening to her.”

How do you juggle being a pop star with being a mum of five?

“It’s a case-by-case basis. If if I’m taking my kids with me to gigs, they need to have a lovely time and I need to be able to do my job well. If one of those two things is compromised, I’ll think it’s best not to. But I’ve taken them to loads of gigs. When I just had one, Sonny used to come to everything. Then I got more confident at getting back into the swing of things: I made my fifth album when my youngest was 13 weeks old and in the studio with me all the time.”

You became famous for your Kitchen Discos in lockdown. How did they help with your mental health?

“In every direction, not least helping us remember what day Friday was and having something to prepare for. We always went live bang on 6.30pm. [Husband] Richard [Jones] did all the technical stuff and I’d focus on the playlist, downloading karaoke versions and learning lyrics. So if I was doing Dizzee Rascal’s Holiday and needed to know the lyrics, every night at bath time I’d be like, ‘Get your passport and your bikini. You need a holiday. Come see me… there’s the shampoo!’. All the songs I chose as covers were messages to my friends or my clubbing days or my band or my mum. There was a lot of adrenaline. We always had a cocktail after.”

Which Kitchen Disco song resonated with people most? We hear you love dressing up…

“From my point of view it was Wuthering Heights for the Halloween disco. I never made the kids come, only if they fancied it. So often they’d surprise me at 6.20pm dressed as a disco monkey. For that one my nine-year-old said, ‘I want to be a vampire,’ at 6.10pm. I was singing ‘Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy’ swaying with my 12-year-old Kit in a cape and bear mask. We were all dressed in Halloween outfits with Richard filming and I thought, ‘How is this my life?!’’

What are your guilty pleasures?

‘I don’t agree with the concept of guilty pleasures because you should be OK with the stuff you like. That being said, I probably wouldn’t stand up in a crowded room and admit I watched every episode of Love Island this series. Maybe I would.”

Was doing The Masked Singer fun?

“It probably wasn’t as wacky as it would have been if it wasn’t a year where I was at home wearing lots of masks for all the discos where I was singing karaoke. It’s quite odd as well because you don’t know who else is on the show and you’re not allowed to talk to anybody except the people wearing tops saying ‘talk to me’. But the team was good fun.”

How is it being back on stage again?

“Lovely. Crowds so far have been so up for it. There’s a general mood of pure enjoyment but also recognising how much work goes into all these things. It’s been really joyful.”

How much did you miss being on stage?

“Thanks to the discos, not as much as I would have done. It was much harder for Richard because he didn’t pick up a bass guitar and play live for ages. I still got that same rush and I sang one of my own songs, Take Me Home, every week. They were all about my love of dressing up, singing, Julie Andrews and decorating the home.”

What’s your favourite on onstage moment?

“The gig I did at the Royal Festival Hall because it was with a 40-piece orchestra performing versions of all my songs from my album The Song Diaries. I just loved jumping around in a sequin catsuit with a big bump. It felt brilliant.”

What about a fan-girl moment?

“When I met Elvis Costello, I was star-struck because he’s such an amazing wordsmith and I grew up with his music. I’ve met Dick Van Dyke and John Travolta too. People you’ve grown up on who are also part of your framework. I’d lose it if I met Julie Andrews — she’d be so unnerved.”

Are you careful not to do too much work?

“I like being busy and it’s all stuff I like. I think I’ll know if anything’s got to give. The main thing is to finish my album because that’s still the epicentre of everything. I’m going on tour supporting Steps in November, which will be really fun. My book’s out in October [autobiography Spinning Plates] and I have my podcast. It’s not quite as hectic as it sounds.”

Where do you go for a bit of peace and quiet?

“I would love that place one day! I suppose it’s going to work. I’ve been able to finish every sentence I’ve started today! I had to stop a lot of working from home because I was locking myself in the bathroom trying to get a good angle for being on the news. Who cares? Just stop.”

Newspaper photos by Neil Albert.

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[b-afterhours]

Sympathy For The Devil (part 3)

summary: Set in 1978, Bill a young yet accomplish cop, takes on the crime in New York City. Nervous yet excited to take on his first big task at his new department and prove himself. He soon finds out his partner is everything he had least expected.

warnings: strong language, mentions of sex acts, mentions/use of drugs

also if you’re seeing this for the first time you can read part one here and if you need to catch up on previous chapters go here.

tags: @kikilikes @itsbillskarsgard

A week had gone by, and today finally felt like Bill and Star were on to something. Though there were still plenty of hiccups through the week due to Star being impulsive. A few nights ago, he had to tell her when she's getting the urge, "to count to ten for god's sake". Finally feeling comfortable with his act, he didn't even need Star to help him dress up this morning. He wore his Levi jeans with a denim shirt to match. The buttons only did halfway, showing off his bare chest and gold chain. It felt like he had a good grasp of his role in this game, today. He was looking over his notepad, filled with pages of addresses now. Circling the ones he felt were most important while he was sitting in the parked Pinto waiting while Star worked her corner. He glanced at his wrist watch, 13 minutes, had gone by and Star hadn't gotten out of the alley yet. He set his notepad down, listening to Rebel, Rebel by David Bowie, staring at the alley. Growing worried, he looked at his watch again, 30 seconds... then 3, 2, 1... shit.

Bill got out the car, popping his collar up, and taking long strides across the street to the alley. This particular jawn he came to know as, Green Granada, the car he drove. He was a frequent regular. From the back window of the Granada, he could see Star was struggling to get out as she yanked the door handle. Bill reached to the front of his waistband curling his fingers around the handle of his gun as he approached. He tapped the glass with the barrel, startling the jawn as he tried to cover himself. Bill glanced away from the sight giving the guy time to shove it back in his pants. When he looked back the stout fella looked like he was going shit himself, if he hadn't already.

"Unlock the fucking door now," Bill said through his teeth, bring his face close to his gun staring down the man through the window.

With a trembling stumpy finger, the jawn hit his auto unlock button, Star nearly falling out as soon as it was open. "Fucking limp dick asshole!" She yelled.

Bill still pointing his gun at Green Granada, moved his wrist in a small circle, to get him to roll the window down. "If I see you on this block again, I'll shoot you in the fucking kneecap, you hear me?" The man gulped unable to speak. Bill glanced above the hood and asked Star if she got paid. She shook her head still a little shook up herself. Bill held his free hand out collecting the money. "What are you still doing here? Get the fuck out of here!" The Granada quickly reversed out the alley, nearly getting hit and getting several honks, but the man never looked back at them once.

"Thanks," Star said fixing her dress back to her body and putting her curls back in place. Bill quickly tucked his gun away, he couldn't believe he just did that. Threatening a man with his life? He didn't know he had it in him and quite frankly it scared him.

"Are you okay?" He hooked a hand around her elbow helping her across the street.

"Hey!" She abruptly yelled. "Keep movin' I see you checkin' that radio!" She yelled at a kid peering through the car windows on their Pinto. The kid froze up in the act of getting caught.

"You heard her! Get!" Bill said and the kid bolted. He shook his head getting into the car.

"Sorry about all that back in the alley. I was trying to get out." She said to him lighting a cigarette.

"I saw. Are you okay, though?"

"Yeah," she exhaled smoke. "Al's been kinda weird since his divorce. He can't get his cock up, I try to help, but he just likes it when I watch," she shrugged. "But today," she whistled the little falling anvil tune, "it just sat in his hand all floppy and he was blaming me for it."

"Jesus Christ," Bill rubbed his eyes with one hand. "I got his plate number. I'm gonna make sure his worthless ass gets a ticket for something." He said pulling out of his parking spot and into the street.

Star laughed in delight. "Oh! And I got some names. Well, actually I know of a party, lots-a big ballers will be there."

"Really? Where?" Bill said. He was happy they finally had a flow working together now.

"Tonight. North Harlem!" She gushed.

"Great," he hated discos. "Okay, I guess we'll go. But, it's for work, Star. You hear me?"

Star squealed in glee. "It won't be bad. You can just brood around lookin' like you always do. And I'll go around working the party lookin' for names. Gina might be there too, I'll play nice, ask her where she got her dope."

Bill shook his head, "Gina's been in jail since two nights ago. Told the station about her."

"Already?!" She said appalled.

"What? She stole your money, remember? I got the station to get some deputies to follow her until she slipped up."

"I thought we were trying to work on the low? I got in a fight with her Bill! And then a few days later she's locked up? Just slap a sticker on my head that says snitch, for cryin' out loud!"

"Can you relax? Fight or not, she was already headed to jail. Don't worry. We're fine," he assured.

"We better be," she sighed. "You know what they say."

He rolled his eyes, "and what exactly do they say, Star?"

"The only good snitch is a dead snitch," she said matter of fact.

"Don't be ridiculous. Nothing's gonna happen to you." They pulled up to their motel. The night before they were told that they were moving. They had to hop around motels and hotels to make sure their cover couldn't ever be blown.

"And what makes you so sure?"

"Because," he said putting the gear in park.

"Because?" She pressed.

"Because, I won't let anything happen to you, okay? Now c'mon. We gotta get our stuff ready to go."

Star used the little time they had to shower first. Bill laid on his bed, trying to settle his headache. He got them frequently since working with Star. He reminded himself again of his cruiser and uniform, it's going to all be worth it. His headache began to dull as he focused on the sound of the shower water hitting the tile. The ambiance was soon killed when Star began to sing Waterloo by Abba. It wasn't very pretty. He tried to tone it out, by getting his ear to target the shower water but his mind started to play tricks on him. Aware that there was a naked girl in there, sudsy and wet. He snapped his eyes open appalled by the intrusive thought.

"What the hell," he muttered, disgusted with himself. Feeling no different than all the jawns she had to deal with. Especially with what went on today, he couldn't believe he let his mind wander off like that.

There was a knock at the door, Stan was here. And thank god, he didn't have to be stuck with his thoughts any longer. He looked through the peephole quickly before inviting him in, double checking.

"Ay, how's it going Bill?" He patted Bill's shoulder. "And where's Star, the wonder, at?" He said noticing the empty room.

"Shower." He said and right after she began to sing again. The same tune by Abba.

"She never shuts up, does she? How do you do it?" Stan laughed. "Anyway, here," he handed him a new envelope with keys. "Hotel this time. Should be better than this dump. And your little lady has court in the morning," he said handing over Star's court summons.

"Court? While she's working?" He said looking over it.

"I know but this is from a prior charge. All she can do is show up and explain she's doing CI work and the judge will throw it out. We tried to get it postponed but the judge wasn't having it."

"Well shit. But thanks for dropping by Stan. I got some addresses and stuff will you take it before you leave?" He picked his notepad off the tv stand.

"Sure thing." He looked over the addresses satisfied at what he saw. "These look real promising Bill. And that girl, uh, Gina!" He snapped his fingers upon remembering. "Got some names of some small timers outta her. You're doin' a good job." He said as Bill walked him to the door. "How 'bout we meet tomorrow at the diner across the courthouse? While Miss Star deals with the judge?"

"Sounds good. See you then."

When Star got out of the shower, she spotted her and Bill's bags at the door, ready to go and that meant she had to be too then. The hotel they were hooked up with was already ten times nicer than their motel in just the lobby. They walked in their room, the double beds covered in plush stark white bedding. Star ran for her bed jumping on it with the biggest smiled Bill had ever seen on her face.

"I've never seen anything like this!" She said plopping down. "It's like a palace." It was a really nice hotel but Bill probably wouldn't hold it to palace level, though.

"And there's a radio in here!" She said turning it on and searching through stations. "You think we can go to that little clothing store we saw close by? I wanna buy an outfit for tonight,' she stopped turning the dial when she heard Proud Mary by Creedence Clearwater Revival pumping through the radio waves.

"Sure. I gotta find something too." ...

Bill was waiting at the register with his purchased deep red button-up and black slacks waiting on Star as she scrounged up dollars to pay for her shimmering dress in the same color as his shirt. She insisted they matched.

"We gotta look legit," she stressed on him.

Growing impatient, Bill asked the cashier how much she still owed, pulling his billfold out.

"I got it, hold on," Star protested but the transaction went through anyway. "Aw, you did have to do that," she said following Bill out the store. "How much do I owe you? I had like a twenty on me, I just gotta find it."

"It's fine."

"No really. I'll pay you back whatever you want."

"Don't, say it like that..."

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that..." she looked away embarrassed. That was strange to him, he'd never seen her face fall in such a way, and it made him feel bad.

"It's okay. Let's just get ready, alright?" ...

They took the graffitied subway to the disco. Star stood, holding on the pole in the center aisle, not wanting to wrinkle her short dress, she wore it with black tights and thigh high heels boots. Bill was silently sulking about having to go the disco, he wasn't a great dancer. And besides that, he was dreading having to keep an eye on Star with so many people she could hide behind, she was little. He was glad he was as tall as he was but still searching for someone with just the disco lights to see by was going to be a task.

"Chin up, kid," Star said with a smirk. "It's gonna be a blast. And you look great," she said trying to put him at ease.

"We have —"

"Yes, I know what we gotta do," she cut him off. "But at least you're lookin' suave doin' it, right? And me too?" She tilted her head unashamed she was fishing a compliment out of him.

"Yes, you look great too," he tried to hide his smirk.

"Such a gentleman."

Bill let her lead through the crowded disco as she searched for the jawn that invited her. The place was roaring with life and Bill could already spot all the illegal shit going on. He could smell sweat, alcohol, and reefer in the place. Pot was one thing but he was certain the place didn't even have a license to sell booze, either. The real action was on the dance floor, several couples were showing out their dance moves, trying to top each other. Star was vibing along to September by Earth, Wind, and Fire as she walked on her tip toes to see in front over her. She pointed overhead, near the back corner of the place at the end of the makeshift bar.

"There he is," she said pointing a guy in an all black jumpsuit with dark sideburns and chest hair to match. As they approached, she paused pulling on Bill's arm so that she could speak in his ear. "Just follow what I do, okay? Just once." Bill certainly didn't like that plan he knew how she could get but there was no time for arguing. "Randi!!" She said with her arms out, embracing the jawn.

"Hey, sweet thing. Glad you came," he kissed her cheek. "And uh, who's the tall fella?"

"This is my guy, Jax," she said going to Bill's side, hugging his arm.

"What happened to Benny?"

Star frowned, "Locked up in Riker's. For a while now."

"Rikers, yikes. Sorry to hear. Well nice to meet you Jax, Randi, with an 'I'," he smiled, his gold-capped canine flashing under the lights as they shook hands. "Now you don't mind if I steal your girl for a moment?"

Bill wanted to tell the man yes, yes he mind. This guy, Randi with an 'I', was bad news and he knew it. He didn't want Star alone with him at all but he knew, it was going have to happen.

"It's cool," Star piped up. "Have a beer or something," she told Bill. "It'll only be for a moment, I promise."

"See. She promises, Jax," Randi said.

Bill had to sit back and watch as Star and Randi, dipped into a bathroom right behind the bar. He got the bartenders attention and ordered a beer and a shot of whiskey. Fuck it, he thought, what's the worse he could do than drink on the job. He turned around, leaning back on the bar with his elbows, watching the dance floor. Occasionally, he'd look back at the bathroom door. They had ten more minutes before he went barging in. A girl in a gold dress approached him, moving to the beat. She was really pretty, braids from the front of her hair blending into her fro, and the disco ball lights speckling her deep-toned skin.

"Hey, baby? Why you alone?" She said smoothly. Her dress had slits on both sides going all the way to her hips, showing off her beautiful long legs.

"Uh just waiting on a friend," he took a gulp of his Coors.

"You wanna boogie while you wait?" She reached for his hand.

"I don't, uh, I don't know how?"

"Aww," she laughed, "I'm a good teacher."

"Jax!" Star yelled peeping her head from out the bathroom door. "Jax!" He wasn't used to his new name to respond to it. She saw that he was talking to a stunner and for some reason, it took a hit to her self-esteem. And it really took a lot to do that. Not that Star thought she was the babe of all babes. But this woman could easily have gotten into Studio 54 just by batting her long lashes.

"Jax!" She yelled again and finally, he turned his head.

"Oh, excuse me," Bill politely said but glad he was able to ditch the dance floor, not so much leave the girl hanging though. "What's going on?" He said hushed to Star when he met her by the bathroom door.

"A real party." She smirked opening the door enough for him to slide through.

He got in to see 20 people inside, having a private party. The bathroom wasn't a bathroom at all just a room, full of free booze and coke piled on a side table that Randi was in charge over. Bill had caught people with tiny baggies of the stuff every now and again in Newark. But seeing a large pile of the stuff was jarring. Randi was giving out bumps with a little gold spoon to the girls in the room. Bill noticed he was one of the few guys in the place.

"Jax!" Randi gave him a little nod. "Couldn't leave ya hangin' out there."

"The real parties in here," a girl with long dark hair said giggling checking Bill out.

"Come, have some," Randi motioned. "My treat."

"Um," he hesitated. "I uh—"

"Jax, are you already drunk?" Star widened her eyes signaling him to be cool. "He's being silly, Randi," she said pulling the attention to herself. "He'll do some, ladies first, right?"

"Of course, baby," he got a bump ready for her. He made her lean into it so that he could run his free hand down her side and on to her bottom. Bill watched as she inhaled the white powder, really to prepare himself. He never thought that this job would lead him to do this. And to keep up appearances he had to, that was the worst part of it. Star tilted her head back, pinching her nose, eyes shut tight. And she, she moaned? Bill felt way out of touch with all this.

"Fuuuuck that's good," she said.

"I only get the best, straight Miami, no cuts," Randi gave her bum a smack. "Alright, and you Jax? This'll sober you up real quick."

"May I?" Star said reaching for his little spoon. "He likes it when I give it to him," she flashed a cheeky smile.

"I bet. You got a real fuckin' brick house, Jax," he passed the spoon off.

He watched Star try to give him a humble amount, she was watching out for him despite the whole situation. She motioned for him to lean down, he was staring right at her chest, where she held the spoon. He plugged up his right nostril, inhaling with his left. He groaned at the burn and then, he felt his whole head go numb.

"Fuuuuck..." he echoed Star.

"Good stuff, huh?" Randi said dipping his finger in the powder and taking it to his gums.

"I'll get you, boys, a drink. Don't miss me," she winked at them.

"She's a sweet little thing, isn't she? You're lucky, I would love to have her. She's loyal," Randi said prepping another bump for himself. "All these girls in here. They're mine. You can have at any one of them, be my guest." Bill glanced at a group of them dancing together, they all took time to check him out, smiling at him.

Bill's head was buzzing but he was super focused, it was an intense feeling but it felt good. He was ashamed to think that but damn. "I'm alright," he took a seat, "I like to stick by Star."

"Don't blame, ya. She gets the job done. And fabulously, too." Star came back with two bourbon's on the rocks for them, taking a seat on Randi's lap. "Go on," he said to Bill, "I see you lookin'. Dip a finger in there," he pointed at the pile.

"Would you like me to do it for you Jaxie?" Star said.

"Oh let the man handle it for once, darling. Told you, ya got a good one," Randi said. It felt very backhanded with how he had his hands running up and down her body in front of him. Bill poked his finger in the pile and rubbed the powder along his gums. It tasted awful, like nail polish, and then his mouth went numb. He took a sip of his drink and couldn't even taste the bite of the alcohol.

"I see you lookin' at my boy over here, Nance," Randi hollered to a tall girl with french braids and intricate gold eyeliner. "Get us around, will ya? Come over." He turned his head back to Bill. "She's a fox. Anyway, you push?"

Bill tilted his head confused and so Star spoke for him. "He doesn't do nothin' else but take care of me. He leaves the snow to the big guys," she kissed Randi's cheek.

"Well, if you ever think about it? You make a pretty dime of this stuff. And speaking of dimes!" He said as Nance came back with a tray of drinks. She passed them around and then took a seat right on Bill's lap. He expected to feel awkward but the coke had him feeling none of that. "Got some fellas who are driving pure muscle on 5th avenue right now. Since they started pushing." Randi continued his braggadocious spiel. "You saw Ron a week or so ago right? With Gina?" Randi asked Star.

"Was that his name? I never got to meet him, I just waited for Gina on my spot."

"Ah! Well, he's one of my boys."

"Can't believe you're pushin' like that Randi, sheesh," she giggled.

"Ah, not all me baby, I just buy bulk and go from there."

Bill, was noting the whole conversation, Star was really pulling through with getting info tonight. He knew when he woke up this morning, today was the day.

"Anyway," Randi continued on. He was super high considering he wouldn't shut the hell up already. "Another key?"

Bill was actually itching for another the whole time Randi was talking. It just felt so good, his heart pumping to the beat of the muffled disco music outside, he felt alive. At the moment. Nance fixed him a bump three times bigger than what Star had given him. She glanced at him, a small look of worry flashed in her eyes but she let it happen. That was the move for the night, letting it happen. They had to, to get the job done right.

PART FOUR

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