Hey, look I finally finished Chapter 6 of Something Wicked!
This was a very, verylong, winding chapter with a lot going on. Over 6,000 words worth, and I’m wondering if I should split it in two, although it does mess up the current pattern I have of two Jade chapters followed by two Caz chapters (which I’m not sure is a great pattern either, but anyway).
There’s quite a few changes I had to make in rewrites, including one extra corpse to dispose of and extending negotiations with Brooks to a scene at a diner.
Anyway, here’s the end of the chapter. TWs for smoking, language, mentions of food, and a sex joke (which may be kind of bad, I’m not sure about keeping it, kind of feels flat).
The ride back in the police SUV was long and painfully silent. As if to make some kind of point to Jade, Caz decided to sit in the backseat with her this time. It only caused more damage to her thighs as his knee continuously pressed into her, since even four feet of upholstery apparently wasn’t enough for him.
Brooks dropped them off where Jade’s truck was still parked near Matt’s apartment. The party had clearly ended a while ago. She wondered how everyone had reacted to the cops showing up following a nearby explosion.
She leaned against her truck and watched Caz hunch over Brooks’ open window. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but saw Caz put something in his hand and then pat the side of the car before Brooks drove off.
Caz walked over to her. He stood there for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Well, I can take off from here,” he said. “You’ll be okay getting back?”
“Yeah,” she said. “You didn’t have to ride back with me.”
Caz shrugged and moved over to where light was pooling under a streetlamp.
I’m amusing myself because I’m writing a very sad THHT scene but in the middle of it is essentially this:
Loki: Wait, wait, before you torture me, let me tell you a secret!
Skadi: Okay …
Loki: *bites her*
Skadi: Wtf
Not to mention the chapter prior of Jory just getting fucking yeeted into the ocean
They sat up, resting on bruised kneecaps. Their hands were still tied behind their back. Blood had matted in their hair from a cut on their forehead.
“Before he died,” they began, and Skadi had to swallow back the ache in her throat. “He told me about your mother. How she wanted to share something with you when you turned sixteen.”
They rose unsteadily to their feet. Skadi could sense Freyja just out of her field of vision, cradling a dagger. She couldn’t move.
“What was it?” she asked.
Loki stepped closer to her. She let them. Their eyes flicked away before meeting hers, a harsh, acid green under purple bruises.
Pain split through the soft flesh of her shoulder. Loki had darted forward and bit her hard enough to break skin under the fabric. She stepped back, pulling her arm away. They took off for the mouth of the cave.
[ID: A gray banner with white text reading “Those Horrid, Horrid Things” with white line drawings of a wolf head, snake head, and skull to the left of the text. End ID.]
Get ready for some visitors. Chapter 19 of ‘Those Horrid, Horrid Things’ is up!
When Odin prophesizes Loki’s three monstrous children will bring an end to the Aesir, the trickster god decides the only way to keep them safe is to travel through time and space to where no one will find them.
But this new world is different, with its PTO’s and HOA’s and all other manner of strange sigils. Loki’s children have to make some big changes to remain undetected, and the Father of Monsters themself might be in a little over their head.
Because the gods are still out there searching, and they’ll stop at nothing to lock those horrid, horrid things away.
There was a crack like lightning, like something ripping open, like something burning and sizzling.
“Ymir’s droopy, swinging tits!” Loki shouted.
Skadi came running. She had on her hockey jersey and a backpack she was trying to stuff one more sword into.
“What is going on?” she asked.
“Get the kids out through the front,” Loki said. “The Aesir are here.”
Her ice-blue eyes scanned the back door.
“For a battle?” she asked.
Loki looked briefly to the window. All they could make out were line after line of figures.
“They’re here for a show,” they said.
They grabbed their sandwich, the butter knife, and jar of peanut butter, and headed for the porch. The Aesir wanted a show. They’d give them a show.
I may have mentioned previously how excited and nervous I was to write what is essentially the Lokasenna redux. Loki gets to finally speak their mind to Odin and the Aesir, and some big truths are revealed in this chapter.
Also, I get to write my crazed, genderfluid dad/mom holding a butter knife to a cat while in their bathrobe and underwear and announcing they’ve captured a goddess, so that’s fun.
You’re a novice demon who managed to convice a mother to give up her first born in exchange for eternal youth. You did so, because it seems like the kind of thing all the other demons are doing, but now you are not sure what you are supposed to do with an infant and it’s way too late to ask.
“You could always eat it.”
Envy looked up in confusion.
“Sorry, what?”
Gluttony gestured to the infant nestled in Envy’s arms.
“I’ve had human before,” they said. “It’s not bad. Like pork. I bet a little one would be soft. Like veal.”
Gluttony ran their tongue over a set of rotten teeth. Gray and emaciated, they always had a pinched, hungry look about them.
“I could take it off your hands, if you want.”
Envy shrank back, cradling the infant a bit tighter.
“No,” they hissed. “This is mine, Gluttony.”
Gluttony chuckled.
“Suit yourself,” they said. “You were the one who asked what to do with it.”
Envy stalked off with the child, unsure where to go next. If this was the advice Gluttony had to give, imagine what Wrath would have to say. Or Lust. Envy shuddered.
But something even worse happened to Envy, instead.
If you’re not watching WOLF HALL, you should be, and here’s why: Mark Rylance as Thomas Cromwell is the Supreme Ruler of Giving Absolutely Zero Fucks and you could learn so much from him.
Ithought I gave zero fucks.
After watching WOLF HALL, I realize I was wrong. I was SO goddamn wrong. I’ve been giving way too many fucks.
We are all but squires.
And Mark Rylance is William fucking Marshal.
Here he is, failing to find any fucks after doing a quick scan of the floor.
Sassmaster Cromwell, First of His Name, Father of Being 100% Done.
“What’s in this leather satchel? Oh, just my PhD in Giving Zero Fucks.”
Just doing a cursory check of His Majesty’s brocade vest to see if he left any fucks in there (he didn’t).
Looking directly into camera, attempting to locate any fucks a la Jim Halpert.
Trying, and failing, to find even one single fuck to give.
Foreground there just insulted him and he’s just like, “Bruh. You have no chill.”
“You were looking for someone who gave a fuck?”
The other dudes are giving all their available fucks away like candy on Halloween; meanwhile Cromwell’s all, “When will my fucks return from the war?”
“These are the books where I record all the fucks I give. They’re empty, FYI.”
Bonus Cromwell:
Were you also maybe looking for swagger? Well, you fucking found it here too.
Genre/Au’s: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count:4.453
Rating:18+
Warnings: Cursing; Mentions of sex; Weight mentions;
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn’t even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate’s plans?
Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.
Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: weapons - daggers & laser gauntlets, swearing, mentions of blood, fighting (superhero workout-style), masturbation (m), allusion to shower sex
Word Count: 2.7k
Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?
A/N: The challenge has been accepted, now it’s time to establish the rules! And introduce a few other key players. Also, uh, gird yourselves, here comes the angst. Just a little!
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open!
Hobi stalks angrily through his lair. Struts, actually. Not intentionally. It’s just how he walks, like the world’s his runway. Helps that he’s usually dressed to kill, both literally and figuratively.
At the moment, he’s striding towards his weapons room wearing a stunning embroidered Louis Vuitton suit that has all of his henchmen doing double takes, and not just because of the splattered blood staining the luxe threads.
The life of a henchman is hard, as one constantly risks bodily injury time and time again for one’s leader, but working for someone who looks like that helps to soften the blows a bit.
Hobi glares into the retinal scanner outside the weapons depot and the doors slide open as it recognizes his chestnut orbs. It also recognizes his glare.
“Rough day, daddy?” a robotic voice purrs overhead.
Genre/Au’s: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count:7.635
Rating:18+
Warnings: Cursing; Make-out; Mentions of Sex; Pet eating a pen (Please be careful with what you leave around your pets)
Tigering: Weight Insecurities; Food Calories Count; Mentions of weight;
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn’t even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate’s plans?
Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content. As always thanks to amazing @hannahbee12719 for the banner.
Warnings: swearing, kissing, use of restraints, mention of choking, reference to previous sex, blood, allusions to murder, Yoongi is not a good guy here (ymmv)
Word Count: 1.1k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary:His hand rises of its own accord, seeking the soft skin of your cheek. Craving one last gentle touch before…. “This could’ve been something, you know.”
A/N: Another installment in the BadCop!AU! OC’s about to find out what happens when you fuck with Yoongi’s money. Spoiler alert: nothing good.
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open!
Author:vyduan Pairing: Kim Namjoon | Reader, Kim Taehyung | Reader Genre: angst, idolverse, exes, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant, smut Word Count: 8.5k Rating: Explicit, 18+ Warnings:misogynistic language, racialized language, swearing, legal consumption of alcohol and cannabis, mentions of guns
Notes: Special thanks as always to @bangtanbeforebitches for her vibe checks and encouragement. Thanks also to my CH friends supertasterandlawyerjin for being sensitivity readers and my possums for helping me out with all my cannabis and drug related questions!
Summary: “Get up, mèi,” said Alton as he threw your weighted blanket back. “We’re moving to the beach house.”
You sat up, bleary-eyed and annoyed. “You have a beach house?”
“I do now,” he replied. “There’s no furniture yet, but whatever. We don’t really need it.”
“Why wouldn’t we need furniture? I like furniture.”
“Has Y/N signed with another label? I miss her.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“Glad to see that HYBE finally came to their senses and dropped that wh0r3. B1tch was sniffing around BTS a little too much.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“It’s been over a year since we’ve had new Y/N content. The music scene just isn’t the same without her.” - Twitter user, June 2022
“I hope Y/N is okay wherever she is, whatever she’s doing.” - Twitter user, June 2022
June 2022
“Get up, mèi,” said Alton as he threw your weighted blanket back. “We’re moving to the beach house.”
You sat up, bleary-eyed and annoyed. “You have a beach house?”
“I do now,” he replied. “There’s no furniture yet, but whatever. We don’t really need it.”
“Why wouldn’t we need furniture? I like furniture.”
It was too early for this sort of nonsense. You were still hungover from sobbing your fucking brains out when Ha-joon left for Korea yesterday and unless Ha-joon was at the beach house, you didn’t have any fucks to give.
↬ pairing/character(s): wizard taehyung x hatmaker reader, other members will make appearances/be mentioned, some ocs
↬ genre/aus: fluff, heavy angst, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fantasy au, romance
↬ rating(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)
↬ warning(s): slight violence (very brief, mainly hinted at), depictions of war (nothing too intense), mentions of explosions, heavy swearing, mutual pining, mentions of dead parents (very brief), some drunk men try to flirt with y/n, tae saves her bc he’s an angel and we love him <3, slight mentions of intoxication, y/n gets cursed by a witch (its nothing intense dw)
↬ summary: in which a hatmaker gets swept up off her feet by a mysterious yet handsome wizard.
↬ wc: 1.1k (in drafts), preview is around like 100? i think? idk lmao
↬note: this fic is heavily inspired by “howl’s moving castle”, the studio ghibili film! it’s freaking amazing and i highly recommend you watch it if you haven’t yet <3 i had this fic planned for a while, but never got around to writing it, well, until now, that is. this fic is dedicated to my gorgeous besties in the bangtanbathhouse discord server, and to my sister issy,(@cafeoikawa) who i miss and adore with all of my heart and soul:(( i hope you are doing well love <3
Genre: Historical!Au, Jane Austen!Au, VERY LOOSELY BASED ON PRIDE & PREJUDICE (Jane & Bingley) smut, fluff
Summary: A sudden sickness allows you more time with the man of your dreams
Word Count: 1232
warnings: Regency era historical stuff, smut, cunnilingus, dirty talk, cursing, real liberties taken with historical courtship
For@miscelunaaa ‘s belated special day! I love you so much my darling friend, thank you for listening to me ramble incoherently about history and fic ideas, and for always being around to talk to me about big d-ck namjoon. <3
• Pairing: Sheriff!Yoongi x Brothel Worker!(F)Reader
• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Western AU, Smut
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 3.4k
• Summary: It’s not easy being the sheriff but you’re always there to help him unwind after a long day.
• Warnings/themes: sheriff troubles, mentions of a shootout, light mentions of blood, swearing, drinking, prostitution, dirty talk, riding (ain’t no horses around tho), bondage, the hat stays on , unprotected sex (it’s the West, y’all), cockwarming
• Notes: I literally had to pause on Holiday Inn to knock this out because ‘That That’ Yoongi has had me by the titties and will not let go unless I get this out of my system so giddyup and let’s ride! Thanks (yeehaw) to @playmetheclassics for betaing for me yet again even though I always ruin her lmao love youuuu ✨Crossposted to AO3 as well.
The double doors opened as a man walked in, his white suit flecked with dust and his leopard-print shirt rumpled. His hat was lowered, hiding the exhaustion on his face with the shadow of the brim.
Another day of protecting the town was done.
Being the sheriff of this place wasn’t easy but Min Yoongi took pride in his job.
genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut
summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.
rating: 18+ for eventual smut
word count: less than 500
warnings: Swearing! Roomie is scary when she’s angry and it’s kind of hot! Primal reactions to anger :D.
notes: Happy Monday! Ah, I love this chapter. I love roomie. I love all of our sweet little nugs so much. I hope all yall had a good weekend! After writing and posting Sodium Vapor this last weekend I’m a bit wiped out emotionally; I’ve never had a writing experience like that. It’s nice to be able to lean on this series as a pick-me-up! It just gets the week off to a nice start. Happy reading!
Jungkook isn’t quite sure how Namjoon always seems to pick girls with scary tempers, but he does. Luckily, Jungkook’s had a lot of practice placating people with scary tempers; after all, Namjoon has one himself. Without a second thought, he’s got the broken glass cleaned up and safely disposed of, the spilled wine wiped up, and he’s pouring a new glass for Roomie. As he’s handing it to her, her expression clears up and she looks at him as if it’s the first time she’s seen him.
summary: Yoongi doesn’t have much going for him, but you don’t need much to grow attached. It’s a pity, then, that you lose each other as quickly as you were found.
rating: 18+ for weighty feelings
word count:2.1k
warnings: Swearing. That That Yoongi, hELP. Also, introspective Yoongi. Tobacco use by both Yoongi and Reader. Implied broken dreams. Implied alcohol use. Yoongi thinks Reader is pretty. Making out :D. Sadness D:. Missed connections.
notes: Um??? Okay so this was wild, start to finish. As with most of my shorter pieces, it started out trying to be short and ended up double the length I initially intended for it. I just cannot shut up, it seems. I also, um … cried while writing this and I’m not sure why. So there’s that. I don’t usually get especially emotional while writing, but this was something else to render. My writer friends know I’ve been struggling a lot with how I feel about my work and my wips, but this … I don’t know, I just feel uncharacteristically confident about it. Regardless, thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you think
The air’s still hot when Yoongi finally has the chance to step out of the bar for a smoke. It’s dry, which he knows should make it better, but the heat of the day has seeped into the concrete all around and it leaches slowly into the night air. The city heat feels greasy somehow, instead of dry like it’s supposed to. Perhaps it has something to do with the tar, the plastic, the strange way that the city sprang up out of the desert.
It doesn’t matter. He’s still stuck here for the night, playing piano for drunk people at a shitty cowboy-themed bar. If he has to play another trashy ragtime tune on that shitty upright piano, he might actually lose his mind. Which means that he’ll be losing it in about ten to fifteen minutes; it’s the shit people like to hear in fake dives like the one he’s working in. Just add some leopard print and a bolo tie and you’ve got Vegas chic.
Pairing: Leo x ? (It’s pretty obvious, because hi.)
A/N: This is my submission for @moodmusicmonday Luck of the Draw. I want to thank whoever chose this song, because my head almost exploded from all the angsty possibilities when I listened to it for the first time.
Thank you a million @alyssalauren for moral support and pre-reading and being the very best.
TW: Little squeeze of , sensuality, language, character death, violence. Angsty AF.
Song: Alone by I Prevail
Word count: 3952
Thank you to everyone who likes, comments, and/or reblogs this. I appreciate it so much. ❤️
Ooooooo! I love waking up to another submission to LOTR, and the punches of angst in this one are legit! @queenrileyrose thank you so much for sharing your talent with us!
Yes, we did talk to her on discord. She said she was soooooooooooooooooooooo sorry and that she DIDN’T KNOW what she was doing. That she would stop. I heard this with my own ears.
Guess what kid, I’m not stooping to your level. Go head and try running me off, I’m not leaving, you clearly aren’t.
Title:Night at the (National History) Museum Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/27235228 Type:Fanfic Status:Complete.Chapter: 1/1. Fandom:DC/Batman Rating: T Warnings: Crude language (cursewords, including the c word). Beta:No beta we die like Jason Todd Pairings:None. Word Count: 7k+ Genre:Humour/Comedy Characters:Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne. Summary:Tim finds himself having, once again, been dragged into the social event of the season. As he slowly dies of boredom and the physical exertion of not rolling his eyes, he bumps into his fellow prisoners brothers and they decide to do something about Bruce’s tendency to trick them into going to these things. Excerpt:
“We could call in a bomb threat?” “That’s imaginative.” “Ok, then we get paintball guns and go to town.” “Also unhelpful.” “No, wait! That’s actually a good idea!” “Really Dick? You don’t think people are going to ask questions if the Waynes start literally hunting socialites for sport?”
Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), SMUT
Synopsis:**Request: Jealous!Jaehyun x Reader , smut // anon
“Oh. Hey Mark, I didn’t realize you were all gonna be here.”
The door shut quietly behind you, stark contrast to the noise that was echoing through the apartment.
Mark rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling at his hair that teased at his skin, longer than you had last seen it.
“Did Jaehyun say that? We’ve got the day off and all of us are too lazy to go out.” He chuckled, “He’s in the living room with the rest of the guys.”
“Thanks.” You mumbled out, taking off your shoes as he stood next to your side.
“You know, you’re always welcome here right? We all love you.”
You glanced up at the blushing boy, something that he could never help around you. “Thanks Mark. Trust me I’d come over more if I could. You guys are so much more fun than my roommates.” You frowned teasingly before shuffling towards the living room.
“Y/N!” You turned to find Jungwoo jogging towards you, engulfing you in a hug at first sight. “Why didn’t you come last weekend?” He pouted, eyes going all soft for you.
Eventually you had made it through everyone, except for one. In fact everyone except your boyfriend had made their way over to you.
