#also I just want to throw this out cause it lives rent free in my head

[jaakunxkaze]

🌺 ─ ━ρеᚱѕеρｈοｎе ❝The more I hear Madamoisile Carlotta sing the more I see that she is just scribbling and splashing on the canvas of the stage. Looks like Benzaiten-sama didn't grace her voice with any skills. ❞

[zillychu]

I’ve gotten a WAVE of asks about this AU, so I decided to flesh it out some more and answer some of those questions!

I’ll probably polish this extended summary up at some point and submit it to AO3. But for now, here’s a rundown of my thoughts–please feel free to send more questions! I’ll update this post if I get any more. But if you’re someone who wanted to write fic for it, don’t worry, you don’t need to take my headcanons as gospel. It’s a pretty basic AU honestly lol

Summary:

The portal accident results in a violent explosion that wipes out the whole block, and condemns all of Amity Park. Danny haunts the city for 100 years, before Sam and Tucker find him. 

Setup:

In the 1920’s, 19-year-old Danny went into the incomplete portal on his own, hoping to help out his parents. Ripping the portal open through unnatural means created a huge burst of energy that resulted in a massive explosion. A good portion of the Amity Park population died, many were injured, and the ones on the fringes relocated–Amity was quickly deemed too dangerous due to the excess ectoplasm in the area that attracted ghosts. 

While the disaster was in Amity, the fallout was seen around the globe. Before, natural portals were rare, short-lived, and rarely allowed ghosts to fully slip into our realm (the most severe cases being on par with poltergeists that most people didn’t believe in). Now, natural portals pop open frequently around the world, large enough to allow the entirety of a ghost into the physical plane. They’re more common the closer you get to Amity, but they happen enough elsewhere that this change was something of a small apocalypse before people settled back down and found out how to combat at least some of their new, permanent neighbors. 

Danny is unaware that he’s only half-dead, believing he’s a full ghost. He ends up sticking around Amity, unintentionally making it his haunt. His grief and guilt over causing the death of his loved ones (and many others) makes him isolate and avoid human contact. Though he has, at times, scared nosy people away from the city in a mix of territorial instinct–and to get them to leave before a less friendly ghost finds them. 

Ghosts are much more of an uncontested danger in this AU. Lesser ghosts are practically mindless, and while stronger ghosts are capable of reason, their interests are limited. They’re highly territorial, possessive, and often destructive. Most worrisome is that they also like to snack on the life force of anything alive. No one is sure what dictates a ghost’s propensity to attack or hunt the living for their life force since ghosts don’t exactly experience hunger. At least, not the way we do. If a human is rescued before their life force is fully drained, they can make a full recovery–though humanity has still not yet found what this “life force" is. 

And since the Fentons’ research died along with them, there aren’t many tools available to the public to protect them from ghosts. Most homes have standard ghost shields and some weapons are available on the market, but certified ghost hunters are required to take care of anything more powerful than your average spook. 

Sam and Tucker met in high school, and are now rooming together for college very close to the Amity border. Rent is surprisingly cheap when you’re a stone’s throw away from a condemned area crawling with ghosts. Sam is the one who drags Tucker along with her fascination over finding out more about the city, and its largely mysterious demise. Sam is aware of the danger, but feels ghosts have a place in this world just like everything else, and does exercise caution–like one would while foraging in the woods with a known tiger population. 

What she and Tucker weren’t expecting was to run into a ghost that felt almost human. One that hasn't hurt them, not for lack of trying–while being powerful enough to walk past ghost shields without so much as a flinch. The long white hair is familiar in the whispers of the ectobiologist community, but there’s no way it could be the rumored ghost king Phantom, right?

About Danny:

He has very long hair, claws, and black sclera. His hazmat suit is more torn and ragged, with exposed hands and feet that fade into a burnt black.

His hair tends to float a lot on its own. It can start morphing into fire under duress. 

He does still technically have gloves and boots, they've just charred and melted into his skin towards the ends. He can't take them off in his ghost form. His hands and feet have a leathery texture that's tougher than the rest of his skin.

The white of his hazmat suit is both supposed to look like flames, and also a battered look representing his more violent, explosive death.

Overall, he appears rather listless and sad, with an unnerving air of danger around him–even for a ghost. 

Danny’s “ghost sense” comes out as white smoke.

He does breathe black smoke at times, usually when agitated. 

He's already fought and defeated Pariah Dark by the time Sam and Tucker find him, technically making him the Ghost King. This is heavily speculated by ghost experts, despite there being no real proof beyond a massive battle that scarred Illinois. He has not donned the Ring or the Crown, and captured sentient ghosts are hesitant to answer questions surrounding him. Danny basically has the throne but doesn’t do anything with it, and finds it meaningless enough to routinely forget he has the title. He only fought Pariah because he knew otherwise, humanity would have perished. A lot of ghosts are scared of him because he's so hard to figure out, and he's strong. 

Danny is usually very quiet and speaks softly, because his lungs were damaged in the blaze that half-killed him. He's technically healed since becoming a ghost, so it's more of a compulsion due to the traumatic memory. That, and he’s just… very forlorn and distant, shy around humans who don’t seem to understand how dangerous it is to keep hanging around him.

His memories pre-accident are extremely fuzzy. He knows the very basics of who he was, but specifics have been muffled due to trauma and isolation. He routinely forgets human habits, etiquette, etc. and tends to act more like a full ghost with some odd quirks. 

He does try to scare Sam and Tucker off numerous times. Unfortunately for him, they realized they shouldn't have been able to escape a ghost that strong–but they did, because he let them. 

Sam and Tucker think he's mute at first! He doesn't speak a word to them until several encounters later, when he fumbles his whole scary act and saves them from another ghost. 

He’s still half-ghost, though he doesn’t figure this out until Sam and Tucker come along trying to unravel the mysteries behind the Amity catastrophe. Physically and emotionally, he’s been stuck for 100 years–so his human form is still 19. It’s unclear at this point if he can age normally like a human as long as he stays in human form, or if he’s immortal. 

Danny's family did not turn into ghosts, though he sometimes worries he'll find them in the afterlife as shells of their former selves. He doesn't know if it's better or worse that he's not sure he'd recognize them. 

(Danny also still has some living family. Take a guess.)

Yes, he knows how to Wail. Understandably, he very rarely uses it. You do not want to witness this.

Danny :) is not immune :) from the allure of eating a human's life force :)))

[munsonsmixtapes]

High shower sex with Eddie Munson?

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) obvious drug use

The bathroom became foggy as you and Eddie stood in it, the smoke coming from your mouths making it even more hazy. Your lips attached as Eddie stubbed the joint out onto the counter, his hands then sliding up your waist to move under your shirt, pushing it up and pulling it off of your head, tossing it aside.

The thing about Eddie was that being high or drunk always made him horny, not that you minded. In fact, it was what you preferred. You him do whatever he wanted to you and he was the same as you tended to always want each other so badly.

He was also needy and whiny when he was under the influence, but you liked that about him, hearing how pathetic he sounded always doing something to you, especially gettin you so wet you didn't know what to do with you.

"Need you so bad," he whined against your lips as he removed your bra in one swift motion, throwing it behind him before moving onto your jeans, unbuttoning them swiftly before tugging them down your legs, pressing kisses to your stomach as he moved down onto his knees, your cunt right in front of his face.

Before he could get ahead of himself, he stood up and turned to the shower to see that it was finally hot enough. And with that, he stripped then pulled to you where the shower door was already opened, pushing you underneath the shower head.

It rained down on you and you leaned back, letting it hit your head, loving the way the warm water ran down it. You then moved so Eddie could also get wet and he was quick to pull you under it, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His hands grabbed hold of your waist and he backed you up to the wall across from him, pushing you against it with so much force that it caused you to gasp.

He just chuckled in response and continued to kiss you stupid, letting his tongue lazily roam your mouth as his hands slide down to your ass, loving the way you gasped into his mouth as he gave it a squeeze, followed by a slap.

He hands traveled lower as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around him. Together, you helped him slid his cock inside you and you both moaned at the feeling, your minds suddenly fuzzy from the weed.

"God, I've been dreaming about this all day," he told you as he pounded into you, your back hitting the wall every time and he was quick to reach up and cup the back of your head so you didn't hit it.

"Me too, baby," you replied, already feeling blissed out as a result from Eddie's cock, but also the joint that was finally catching up to you. You had no idea why you didn't smoke before fucking more often. Seeing his eyes glazing over as he stared down at you, looking as if he was going to eat you alive was going to live in your head rent free for the rest of your life.

"I was thinking about the exact thing all morning. And you're more than exceeding my expectations."

"You look so fucking hot on my cock. And jesus christ, doll, saying things like that makes me feel like I'm already close." He whined as he pounded into you with even more force, watching you crumble in his arms, already looking you were spent.

"Well come on then, let's get you there," you responded as you bucked your hips against his as hard as you could, continuing the motion until you watched him reach his peak, a loud moan leaving his lips before he quickly pulled out.

Eddie then set you back on your feet and the two of you continued to shower as you both came down from your high, deciding that you could have stayed there forever as long as you were in each other's company.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

📚 10 f1 fics i've loved lately 🏎️

been thinking a lot about how to organise fic recs into some sort of sensible post, 'cus there are so many (great!) pairings and (delicious!) driver combinations, not to mention so many varying styles of fic and SUPER TALENTED WRITERS!!111!!

just gonna list a bunch in no particular order, with accompanying pics, so you can get a sense of the vibes.

'cus what is f1 rpf but all about the ✨ vibes?! 🏁

p.s. people are in this community making amazing stuff for freeee!! if you liked these please leave a kudos or a comment, it makes a writer's day 🫡 

let's gooooo--

objects in the mirror by linearity (@drivestraight) charles/max. 87k words (series), rated t then e

listen. LISTEN! charles to rbr is one of the best premises ever and i will read it in like a thousand iterations. but this fic. this fic series in particular cleared my skin, made me want to cut my hair into a bob out of sheer emotion. i would be remiss not to start with this one because its impact on my f1 rpf trajectory should be studied by science. you know when a story just jumps off the page and it's so real that it becomes your canon. a kind of meteoric inevitability. plus, i almost never cry at fics. but by the time the third act of this one hit, i just went -- damn, am i rly about to tear up at a f1 rpf fanfiction rn? (yes.)

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sawtooth by nottonyharrison (@nottonyharrison) charles/max. 40k words, rated e

max as a f1 engineer? for CARLOS at FERRARI? sign me the fuckkk up. first off, awesome premise. there's always going to be something so heartwrenching about "what ifs", especially in any universe where max isn't a racer. despite the change of circumstances, just... the sheer poetry of two characters who just inexplicably find their way to each other in any universe... 🤧 also this story nails racing scenes in a way that's so visceral, i feel like a fly on the damn halo with them. and, aside from the gourmet lestappen, carlos's whole thing in this fic is joyous! spicy! he's so unapologetic and vaguely annoying! hilarious! + the swimming pool scene lives rent-free in my head.

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salt skin by peachbellini (@strawberry-daiquiris) oscar/lando. 12k words, rated e

this fic is magic. literally and figuratively. (MERMAID LANDO???? MERMAID LANDO.) the kind of story that makes you gasp and melt a little bit. and made me want to throw my phone at the writer, 'cause it's really that good. the yearning, the metaphor for all that's monstrous, a boy who is lost (and the boy who he finds, is equally so). this is just beautifully written and a little quirky and so well executed. i think i put it in my bookmarks as "what if lando was a mermaid and it was filmed by a24" or something. pearl of a story.

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hockey!! shrimp colors :) by leafmeal0ne (@ocontraire) oscar/lando. 13k words, rated t

leaf meal one. i have only known you a week but if anything were to happen to you i would wreck everyone in the room including myself. in all seriousness, anything that leaf writes is brilliant. they're one of these writers who could do a throwaway line on the label of a ketchup bottle and i will probably scream about it. the precision, the way they switch up sentence structures, the freaking darcy-level regency yearning transposed onto a contemporary sports setting. i'd rec all of leaf's sports AUs and i'll probably talk about more in a future fic rec post. BUT. the hockeyyy one my GOD. the barely restrained violence, their mutual desire, the theme of finding your place... *wails uncontrollably*

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you almost unearthly thing by anonymous max/daniel, 3.7k words, rated g

max is a governess(govern..lad?) and daniel is the mystery man at the manor. this was a response to a request i made in the kinkmeme! (if you haven't read those fics go check 'em out, there are so many great ones, and not necessarily all rated e). this is a criminally underrated little story that has my favourite repressed feelings + people dancing around each other + gothic vibes + "what the hell is wrong with y'all in this tale" combo that i really adore. it's really well written and captures the atmosphere so well.

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the so-called narrative by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) oscar/carlos, 10k words, rated e

i'm once again asking why there are only 7 carlos/oscar works in the tag. I'M ONCE AGAIN ASKING-- *is sedated*. *jolts awake* okay but for real this is a great story. hot, fake-friendship-to-situationship which so happens is one of my favourite places to be. also hello miscommunication/they're so weird about it/they both want each other but can't express themselves for shit/insane racer boys energy.

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and silver, and samarium by pink_mink (@on-softs) george/toto, 5.2k words, rated e

i profess i am not usually the biggest fan of A/B/O (altho!! this fandom has made me go BUT ACTUALLY HM at least a few times). and this fic freaking nails it, along with the twisted power dynamics between TPs and drivers, as seen through the lens of omegaverse. this story rattles around my head like a stubborn ghoul just from the style and prose and sheer audacity alone. george kneeling at toto's knees while he's working..... ohhhhhhhhh i was this close to calling my lawyers.

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algorithm by anney (@badboy-george) charles/max, 16k words, rated e

i LOVE, LOOOOVE a sci fi concept alright. love that shit, will inhale it like moon dust with zero regrets. and what a fantastic one this one is!! the premise is that the FIA can now statistically show the compatibility of drivers on the grid and it's very pacific rim-y drift compatible, mixed with the surreal vibes of eternal sunshine or HER or some such. it should be outrageous, but it really works. that's the beauty of a great fic right there.

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trajectory of trojan asteroids by redpaint (@redpaint) nico/lewis, 3.3k words, rated g

also one of the fics i first read when i hopped on board the f1 rpf train. the pain and poignancy just gets worse the more i learn about brocedes. you know when you're like "there's no way this was reallll" and then you're like "fuck, it was so real". then you get a fic like this that just encapsulates all that rage and loss and grief and upset, set against the starry vista of endless space. *clutches tablecloth* god.

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p.s please bear in mind that these recs are entirely subjective! i enjoy loads of f1 stories but these are the ones that have especially stuck with me for some inexplicable reason.

p.p.s if your fic is on here and you want it taken off for whatever reason, i'm happy to, no questions asked 💛

BYE for now / until part 2. (i also love talking to ppl about fics so pls feel free to send an ask or hit me up in DMs or whatever.)

xoxo, -- wizz

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Doctor Who Kinktober Request 🕸️🎃

Sorry in advance, because I’m just an anon here to cause chaos in your life so no rush on this one as I know it’s a big ask okay so…River, Missy, Clara and fem!reader go on a ‘girls night out’ to get away from 12s endless whining - could possibly be a nice space bar. All of the girls get pretty tipsy and decide after a long night of drinking - and suggestive glares - to head home (Could be a shared hotel room rented for the night? Or Clara’s apartment if the bar is on Earth?). Anyway, as they’re about to change into their pjs etc one of them has an idea to…continue the fun sexually, using it as a chance to let off some steam before going to back to their normal lives/travelling with the doctor/whatever else they do. Almost like a sexual sleepover - could play a game with aphrodisiacs e.g. truth or dare with that mini chocolate bar that makes you horny or something similar. Some are more open with their kinks - I hc Missy with some kinda BDSM/dom + sub type stuff, River is v flirty probably likes watching her partner get blushy and a tiny bit infuriated with her (maybe dirty talking Clara? Or reader? With her typical “Hello, sweetie.” line or other flirtatious remarks) or making someone beg like how she made the Dalek beg, and I feel like Clara would have a (receiving) praise kink with how much she likes to be in control. Missy and River (the more confident ones) can be more of the leaders of the group and possibly spark, whereas Clara and reader are maybe the more submissive ones, and take a more gentle approach to romance with each other, or you could swap it round for a bit. You could throw some roleplay in there if you wanted, would be hilarious to have one of them dress up in uniform and mixed reactions from the others (e.g. one laughing their head off, one facepalming, and one really turned on). Each of the characters also could draw the reader out of their shell in different ways e.g. River’s seduction, Missy’s chaos and Clara’s sensitivity. Feel free to add stuff in or take stuff out if you think it fits/doesn’t fit with the characters and how you write them, just try at least for the reader to have some kind of experience/interaction with each of them. Basically a no-boundaries sexual sleepover where they wake up in the morning like it’s a fever dream but none of them regret it.

I actually really enjoy how in depth this request is believe it or not 🤗 I did my best to include most if not all of what you asked me to, sorry if I left anything out or got something wrong. thanks for requesting for kinktober! 💕

(I really hope it was worth the wait! I decided to put multiple dividers instead of my usual two because of how long this is, as I wanted it to feel a little less overwhelming when being read)

Kinktober 2024 Day 4: River Song, Missy/Gomez! Master, and Clara Oswald having a slightly tipsy, sexually explorative sleepover with a fem reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, foursome-ish, slight intoxication (just enough for them to be tipsy, they can still consent don't worry), swearing, cunnilingus/oral sex (reader receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, some dom/sub dynamics, mistress kink, vaginal fingering (both reader and Clara receiving), praise kink, brief mentioned spanking/impact play, light bondage (handcuffs used), light sensory deprivation (blindfold used), overstimulation, grinding/clothed sex

It was pretty rare that you got free time given how often you joined the Doctor on his adventures. Even when you did happen to have a day off, it was usually spent relaxing and lounging in the TARDIS rather than being out and about.

Recently, however, the Doctor had been extra grumpy for some reason, which prompted both you and Clara to look for fun elsewhere. And who better to turn to when looking for entertainment than the Doctor's wife and the Mistress of Evil themselves?

You contacted Missy via the TARDIS console, to which she very eagerly replied. She promised to pick up both you and Clara in the TARDIS she had of her own (one that she assured you was definitely not stolen from anyone), and River agreed to meet you at a local space bar that she was known to frequent by the locals, managing to score the four of you some free drinks as her contribution to your night out once you got there.

It was difficult for you to remember the last time you had so much fun, especially on a space trip as those usually ended in chaos and you running for your life. Watching River flirt with the bartender in order to acquire another round of free liquor while Missy complained that it would just be easier for her to shrink them with her TCE was a lot more entertaining to you than you'd ever thought. Of course, the ample amount of alcohol in your system certainly didn't hurt matters.

River and Missy were both able to hold their drinks pretty well due to their familiarity with the native cocktails on the planet the bar was located, but you and Clara were more of lightweights, only able to down a few as they started to set in rather quickly. It didn't take long before the two of you became tipsy, giggling over the littlest things as the two other women you were with observed in amusement.

"If I had known you two were going to become drunk so quickly, I would've gotten you something that wasn't quite as strong to start off with," River lightly teased, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as she brought her cocktail glass up to her lips.

"Now, what would be the fun in that? I think they look adorable just the way they are," Missy replied as she looked over at you and Clara, playfully scrunching up her nose as she grinned in delight at your drunken state.

That only made the two of you start to giggle even more. Clara's cheeks were also starting to look a little flushed, though whether that was from the alcohol in her system or something else entirely remained to be seen.

While you and Clara started to sober up a bit, River and Missy kept drinking until their tipsiness matched yours. There was a certain buzz of electricity in the air that desperately left you wanting more, and you soon found yourself hoping the night would never end.

You could tell the other women must've felt the same judging from the glances that were passed across the table, and the actions that soon followed. Clara bumping into you on occasion as she held onto your hand was normal, sure. And River's foot nudging your ankle underneath the table very well could've been an accident. But when Missy's hand began to lightly graze over your thigh, that's when you knew. They were just as desperate as you were to have some alone time.

"Perhaps we should start heading back for the night," Clara suddenly suggested, her speech slurring a bit.

"Excellent idea, Clara," Missy immediately agreed, seeming eager at the idea of being alone with the three of you. "Shall we go back to your place?"

Clara let out a slight scoff at the question. "And have you crash your TARDIS into my living room because you're too drunk to park it properly? Yeah, no thank you."

"Come on, I know a local inn that we can stay at," River spoke up as she stood, finishing her drink in one swift gulp before leaving a handful of foreign bills behind on the table as a tip.

The four of you were drunken messes as you left the bar, swaying back and forth as you walked. You were thankful River knew of a place nearby for you to stay, because there was no way you trusted Missy to properly pilot the TARDIS in her current state.

When you arrived at the inn, River payed for a large suite the four of you could stay in together, insisting it be on her when you began to protest.

"You already payed for our drinks, you shouldn't have to pay for our room, too."

She waved her hand dimissively at your words. "It's not a problem, sweetie. I already told you I'll take care of it. Besides, you deserve to be spoiled for once." The wink that she gave you afterwards sobered you up to the point of being a flustered mess, something that you tried to ignore since Missy and Clara were with you.

The room was lavish yet cozy, with two massive beds lined up against the wall on one side while several armchairs and couches were placed on the other. You wondered just how much it must've cost to stay in a place this nice, if only for one night.

"These beds are enormous!" Clara exclaimed as she made her way over to the one closest to the door, letting out a sigh of comfort as she flopped down. Clearly she was still being affected by the alcohol in her system at least somewhat.

"Well, it'll be much easier to share them, then," Missy commented as she watched the brunette with a slight smirk, her words holding a slightly suggestive edge.

"I can sleep with Clara," you offered casually before realizing how your words could be taken out of context. "I, uh- I mean, I can share a bed with her. I don't really mind."

Both River and Missy looked as if they were trying to hold back laughter at your Freudian slip, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed by saying anything about it.

"We shouldn't go to sleep yet, I'm not tired," Clara complained as she sat up on the bed, seeming unbothered by your awkward choice of words.

"Well, we could always play a game. Spin the bottle seems like a good way to continue the fun after a night of drinking," River suggested after thinking on it for a moment or so. "Of course, we don't have a bottle, but I might have something on me that we could use-" she muttered while beginning to check her pockets.

"Why don't we play truth or dare?" Missy spoke up, the mischievious grin on her face a dead giveaway that she was up to something.

"Really? Truth or dare?" Clara asked, seeming a bit confused by the choice. You had to agree with her, it did seem a bit tame given that Missy was the one to suggest it.

"Oh, I don't mean normal truth or dare, of course." By this point River had stopped searching through her pockets and was also paying attention. "I meant a more... dirty kind of truth or dare."

No wonder she looked so smug when she first brought it up. There was always some kind of catch with her, as you'd grown to realize over time, so it didn't entirely surprise you. Especially not after the subtle looks and touches that were shared in the bar earlier by you four.

"Why, Missy, I can't believe it. You stole my idea," River joked as she gave Missy a playful nudge, one that was acknowledged by a couple of lighthearted giggles.

"I did no such thing. If you wanted to be the one to take credit for it, you should've said it first." The sexual tension in the room was already starting to become thick and almost stifling, and you hadn't even begun the game yet, though you'd be lying if you said it wasn't enjoyable.

You and Clara shared a look of both apprehension and excitement. Although you knew they'd probably take things slower with the two of you, it was still a bit nerve-wracking knowing how much experience they both had.

Having noticed the look you gave each other, River was quick to reassure the both of you. "Don't worry, we won't do anything too wild tonight. It'll just be a bit of fun."

"Exactly. And what better way to start than with these?" Missy pulled a couple of wrapped chocolate candies out of her pocket. They seemed innocent enough, but knowing her they were probably laced with something.

"What are they?" You questioned while taking one from her, Clara doing the same.

"Oh, they're just a few party favors I picked up," she casually replied, unwrapping one and popping it into her mouth. "Of course, they are aphrodisiacs. I just thought it would add a bit of fun to our game."

River ate one while she spoke, appearing unfazed by their appearance. Either she knew Missy had them or she'd tried something similar to it before, probably both.

"Why don't you try one? They're not overly strong, if that's what you're worried about. The effects start to kick in sometime after the first hour, and they wear off after six."

Usually you'd decline the offer, but the drinking you'd done earlier gave you a surprising boost of courage. Plus, if both Missy and River were taking them, they couldn't be that bad.

Clara watched curiously as you ate one of the chocolates, following suit as she ate one of her own. Nothing immediately happened, but then again Missy did say it took a bit for them to kick in, so you weren't worried.

"Right, so I suppose we should begin playing the game now," Clara said while taking a seat on one of the couches, you sitting down with her while Missy and River each took an armchair. "Who wants to go first?"

You each took turns with truth or dare, either asking each other sexually explicit questions or making overly suggestive dares throughout the game. Despite your earlier apprehension, the excitement you had ended up winning out by the end (it certainly didn't hurt that the chocolate aphrodisiac you took had started to kick in while playing).

"Alright, who's turn is it?" River asked as she sat on the floor, having moved there after being dared by you to give Clara a leg massage a turn before.

"I think it's my turn with Clara," Missy replied with a sly smile, looking as though she had something up her sleeve. "Truth or dare?"

"Hm... dare." Clara had spent most of her turns picking truth, and by this point she didn't know how many more retellings of her past sexual encounters she could give without melting into a puddle of embarrassment.

Missy's smile widened into a grin at her answer. It was as if she somehow knew that's what Clara was going to pick. "Alright, I dare you to come sit in my lap for the next round."

Her eyes widened at that, growing as big as saucers. The brunette looked towards you and River, but you both simply shrugged, as if to say, "You're the one who picked dare".

"Come here, poppet," Missy coaxed in a low and soothing tone as she patted her lap invitingly, almost sounding a little condescending as she beckoned the other woman over. "Come sit with your Mistress."

Clara let out a soft scoff as she stood and walked over, allowing the Time Lady to wrap her arms around her as she sat in her lap.

"I only wish I had one of my vibrators here with me to tease you with," Missy said with a disappointed sigh, one hand resting on Clara's thigh as the other held her waist. Clara herself looked like she was about to combust from all of the teasing. Despite this, she was able to sit still in her lap without incident.

You went back and forth again as you continued to play, River confirming that she once belonged to a swinger's club with her truth while Missy told the best way to properly tame a brat with hers.

When it reached her turn to ask you, you saw her eyes light up with glee. You picked dare just like Clara had, which only seemed to make them sparkle with mischief even more. "I dare you to go find something sexy in the TARDIS to try on, and it has to be a costume of some sorts."

Great, Missy clearly had some sort of humiliation kink where she got off on your pain and suffering. Why did that not surprise you?

"I can go help you look," Clara offered as she went to stand, only to be pulled back down onto Missy's lap.

"I don't think so, pet. You're sitting with me until your next turn, remember?" She playfully wagged her finger in the other girl's face. "No cheating. You have to play by the rules."

"I'll go with you, sweetie," River said casually as she stood, expecting nothing less from Missy and her possessiveness.

Nodding your head, you agreed with her, just happy you didn't have to go out there by yourself.

The TARDIS wardrobe gave off the impression of a large chasm filled with clothes, like a vast and never-ending closet factory. You supposed in a way it almost was.

"Here we are. We'll try this, okay?" River pulled out a Victorian type dress that had so many frills and poofs you thought you might get lost in them all.

"Do I have to?" You whined, already knowing the corset that went with it would be a pain to get on and off.

"Unless you want Missy to come in here and choose for you." Her words shut you up instantly. With your luck, you'd get put in some sort of skimpy maid outfit, and you weren't sure if you were ready to debut that kind of outfit in front of three other people.

"Fine," you huffed while beginning to strip yourself of your current clothing. Until River's hands moved to stop you, that is.

"Do it slower," she commanded in a soft yet firm tone, her eyes trained on you as the outfit you came searching for was momentarily forgotten.

Swallowing thickly, you nodded your head, doing as she told you to. You hands were a bit shaky from nerves as you moved to slowly take off your clothes, your pulse starting to quicken from the eyes currently watching you.

Once you were completely undressed (save for your underwear and bra) River slowly approached you, her hand reaching out to gently grab your chin. "Do you want me, sweetie?"

Unable to speak, you simple nodded again like you did earlier, something that caused her to lightly click her tongue in disapproval. "I need words, love."

"Yes," you responded in a desperate and breathless voice, gasping when you felt her hands move to gently hold your hips in place as she leaned in closer.

"Beg for it," she murmured in a sultry order, her body practically caging you against the wall by this point. You couldn't move even if you wanted to, and in no way did you want to.

"Please." Your own voice was soft and weak, nothing like the firm and strong one that she had. If it wasn't obvious before who was in charge, it certainly was now.

"I'm sorry, love, but I can't seem to hear you. You'll need to speak up."

You knew very well that she'd heard what you said, but your need for her outweighed your slight frustration. "Please," you repeated, a bit louder this time, biting back a moan when you felt her lips move to brush over the side of your jaw.

"Good girl." Her hands went from your hips up to the back of your bra, undoing the clasp so she could remove it. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loudly you were almost certain she could hear its beats.

Her lips traveled from your jaw down to your neck, your head tilting back on instinct. She took her time pressing kisses from there to your collarbone, kissing the spot between your breasts before her lips managed to make it all the way down to your stomach.

You were so caught up in the feeling of her mouth on you that you hadn't even realized she'd sunk down to her knees, her fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear as she looked up at you.

"Beg for me, darling," River commanded in a voice that was smoother than fresh honey, and certainly sweeter than it, too.

"Please," you pleaded with her in a whiny tone, trying your best to stay still as you watched her. "I need you, please."

That seemed to do the trick in satisfying her, as her next course of action was to carefully pull down your underwear. You were thankful there was a wall behind you, otherwise you were quite certain your knees would've buckled the very moment her lips made contact with your obscenely wet pussy, a clear sign the aphrodisiac you'd taken earlier had already started to work.

A loud moan was pulled from your throat as she ran her tongue through your folds in a slow licking motion. It certainly didn't help matters when she pulled one of your legs over her shoulder, giving her mouth better access to the area. It was hard for you not to grind down against her face, but you were worried she'd pull away just to tease you if she noticed you becoming too eager.

Your hand tentatively reached out to grip onto her blonde curls as a method to help keep you grounded. That didn't help much, because the moment her nose bumped into your clit it was over for you and your self restraint.

Her hands were gentle yet firm on your thighs, holding you in place as you reached your climax so you wouldn't end up falling over. Your chest rose and fell quickly, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to catch your breath. It had felt so much better than you ever thought it could, and it made you excited for what was to come with the other two.

Since you were too exhausted for the time being to do it yourself, you allowed her to help get you dressed in the outfit she'd chose. You had to admit, it looked better on you than you'd initially thought it would, but that still didn't make you feel any less nervous to show it off.

River carried your other clothes as she helped you get back from the TARDIS to the hotel room, your legs a bit shaky from your earlier orgasm. It was quite clear to the both of you that something equally explicit had happened between Clara and Missy while you were gone judging from the way Clara was still sitting on her lap, now with wrinkled clothes and a bright red face. Missy, meanwhile, sat there looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"Took you long enough. I was starting to become worried you'd taken my TARDIS and weren't coming back," she spoke casually, resting her hands on Clara's upper thighs as she spoke. "We had to find other ways to pass the time while waiting for you."

"It took a while for us to get out of there. We got lost," you lied easily, not wanting to have to recount what really made you take so long. Missy didn't seem convinced, but before she could press the matter further River spoke up.

"Oh, sweetie, wait. You forgot the hat," she said, moving to place the over-sized Victorian sunhat on your head. You hadn't even noticed her grabbing it on the way out.

It took about all of two seconds for Missy to burst into a fit of laughter at the sight. "Oh, dear, I don't think that hat fits you very well," she lightly teased while River facepalmed.

"Perhaps you'd look better without it," the archaeologist mused while taking it off you.

Unlike the other two women in the room, Clara didn't seem either amused or exasperated. If anything, the outfit you were currently wearing did nothing but cause her flustered state to grow worse.

"You look nice," she complimented as you took a seat on a nearby couch, her cheeks heating up even more at the sight (if that was even possible). To be fair, you could see why she was reacting in such a way. With the corset and bodice combination both highlighting your breasts and hugging your figure, it would've been more of a surprise if she hadn't be affected by the sight at all.

"Missy," River spoke up suddenly with the intent of resuming the game. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course." Missy was a bit of an open book when it came to her sexual preferences, so it was natural that she would end up choosing dare.

"Alright, I dare you to remove the corset of our little Victorian princess," she said in reference to you, her gaze moving from the Time Lady over to where you were sitting on the sofa. "If you're okay with it, that is."

"Y- Yeah, I'm fine with it," you quickly stammered out in response as you felt your face heat up.

Missy appeared pleased that you'd agreed to it so quickly, giving Clara a light pat on the thigh to signal that she could finally get up from her lap. "I'd love nothing more. I haven't been able to think about much other than removing that silly constume of yours the second you stepped in wearing it."

Your heartbeat began to speed up at her words as you allowed her to reach out with one of her smooth, pale hands so she could help pull you up off the couch. It wasn't as easy to move around in your dress as the woman in period piece movies made it seem.

"You see, if it were up to me-" she began, her deft fingers working quickly to untie the corset after unzipping the back of your dress so she had the access to it "-I wouldn't just stop at removing this. I'd keep going until you were completely bare."

Feeling a little bold, you replied in a casual (if not somewhat nervous) voice. "So why don't you?"

Her hands stopped moving briefly, at first making you think that perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. Until you felt her tighten her grip on the laces of your corset and use it to pull you back against her chest so that you were both pressed against one another. "Oh, darling," she purred in a seductive tone, her lips brushing over your earlobe. "Why didn't you just say so in the first place?"

You suddenly became acutely aware of the presence you were in, River and Clara both watching you with a combination of shock and arousal. Neither one of them had expected you to initiate something like that, you took it, and you honestly didn't really blame them for thinking so.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and allow me to undress you without problem?" She continued, completely unfazed by the two sets of eyes currently surveying the situation.

"Yes, of course," you breathed out softly, letting out a gasp when you felt her hands yank on the lace of your corset yet again, not being gentle in the slightest.

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected, her voice a low hum in your ear when she spoke. "You musn't forget your manners, dear."

"Yes, Mistress," you quickly corrected while nodding your head in understanding, desperately wanting to please her. "Sorry, Mistress."

She let out a noise of satisfaction in response, her hands returning to their task of untying the corset. "Such a good girl, so polite for me. Now, stay still while I undress you."

The sound of her praise filling your ears made you want to let out a whine, but you managed to hold yourself back, not wanting to appear too eager. You did as she'd instructed you to, staying perfectly still as she began to remove your clothes.

Where River was slow and deliberate with her touches, Missy was quick and spontaneous, always leaving you wondering where she would place her hands next. First they were on your back, then they moved down to your hips, and then even further down to your thighs after that before finally coming back up to brush over your stomach. You noticed she never kept them in one place for very long, most likely in an effort to tease you. It was working.

After you were stripped down to your underwear (River hadn't put your bra back on when helping you get dressed, instead choosing to keep it) Missy moved in front of you, her piercing eyes gazing fully upon your practically bare body. You felt like a rabbit being gazed at by a hawk who was in desperate need of a meal.

"Just look at you. Absolutely gorgeous." For once, her words didn't hold a mocking undertone, but rather a subtle appreciation. It made you feel warm inside, in more ways than one.

"Thank you, Mistress," you obediently replied, to which she gave you a pleased smirk in response.

"Aw, such a good pet. You're just like Clara, always remembering your manners... for the most part, anyway."

Clara's cheeks flushed at her words, and you took it that she was remembering what she and Missy had done together when you and River had been gone.

"She likes to be a bit of a brat sometimes," she continued while glancing over in the direction of the two other people in the room. "I must admit, it can be rather cute to put someone back in their place after acting out, but it can become quite tiresome after a while. Luckily she was able to behave for me rather quickly after I threatened her with a good spanking."

"Missy," Clara whisper-shouted her name, the color of her face similar to a tomato by this point.

Acting as if she hadn't even spoken, Missy turned her attention back towards you. "But I'm sure you'll be a good girl for me, won't you, dear?"

Your breath hitched when she moved in closer, her hand reaching out to grab your chin so she could tilt your head up some. "Yes, Mistress, I can be good for you."

"That's a good girl. I think you deserve a reward for your good behavior, don't you?" She kept one hand on your chin as the other slipped down between your thighs, pulling down your underwear. Her fingers ghosted over your folds, which were already starting to become wet again. You wondered just how strong that aphrodisiac was to be able to make you aroused so quickly (at least, you liked to think that's why you were so turned on, and it wasn't just your insatiable need for the three women in the room).

You could see River moving in to press a few kisses to Clara's neck as she watched, her hands gripping onto the couch cushion at the sight of Missy touching you. Missy, who pulled your face back in her direction when she noticed your attention on her had started to slip.

"Keep your eyes on me, pet. Don't worry about what they're doing."

It was hard not to stare, especially when Clara started letting out soft moans, one of River's hands having found its way up her thigh as they sat there. Still, you didn't want Missy to have to punish you for disobeying her. You wanted to be good, and you wanted to make her proud, so you did your best to listen.

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry," you sheepishly apologized, any other words you might've tacked on at the end about how distracting the other women were being cut off by her fingers suddenly slipping inside of you.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction at the strangled whine that was pulled from you at the action, not giving you any time to adjust before she started lightly thrusting her fingers in and out. "There you are, poppet. You've been a good girl for me, so you should deserve a reward for it."

You couldn't respond by that point, your focus instead being on trying to stay standing while she pleasured you. At least with River there was a wall for you to lean on as she ate you out. Here you just had to hope if you began to topple over Missy would be quick enough to catch you before you hit the ground.

"M- Mistress-" you managed to breathe out as you unintentionally leaned in towards her, the combination of her pleasuring you while River touched Clara in the background starting to become too much for you to take.

"Aw, does my beautiful pet want me to make them cum, hm? Do you want to cum, my good girl?" Her tone was full of false sympathy, and you knew she'd have no problem denying you if she wanted to.

"Yes, Mistress, please- I've been so good for you, Mistress, please let me cum-" You begged pathetically, hoping you'd be able to sway her into letting you finish.

"If I let you cum, will you allow me to continue playing with you once you're done?" She asked while raising an eyebrow, making it clear there was some sort of catch. That didn't surprise you much. There always was with her.

"I'll let all three of you play with me if you let me cum," you promised in a moment of desperation, something that may or may not come back to bite you judging from the impish gleam in her eyes.

"Why, of course, pet," she purred in a low and uncharacteristically gentle tone. "You may cum now if you want."

If you'd been in a clearer headspace, you might've thought twice about the promise you'd made, but you couldn't. You needed to cum, so when she told you to, you did.

There was no doubt a mess of your juices on her fingers, something that was confirmed when she pulled them out of you and brought them up to your lips. "Clean these off for me, pet."

You were in too much of a daze from the intense orgasm you'd just experienced to protest, so you allowed her to slip her fingers into your mouth. Watching her with hooded eyes, you used your tongue to lick her fingers clean, not missing the proud look in her eyes as you completed the action.

"Good pet," she cooed once you were done, petting your head with her free hand. "Now why don't you come sit with me while River finishes her turn with Clara, hm?"

Missy took you by the wrist and guided you over to the armchair she'd been sitting in previously, carefully pulling you onto her lap so you could watch the scene before you. River had slipped her hand into Clara's pants at some point, giving her the same treatment and undivided attention that Missy had given to you.

"Don't they look so pretty, pet?" Missy murmured next to your ear, her hands resting on your bare thighs as she spoke.

A light shiver went down your spine at the sudden realization that you were naked while she was still completely clothed. "Yes, Mistress. They look very pretty."

Clara's eyes managed to catch yours while River was kissing her neck, the mere sight of you and Missy observing her while she was in such a compromising position being the thing that ended up pushing her over the edge. You could hear the faint mutters of praise River was giving as she removed her fingers from inside her, using her tongue to clean them off. You could only imagine how soaked Clara's underwear must be by this point.

"You'll never believe what my sweet little pet here agreed to," Missy began, her casual tone a stark contrast to the mischievous look in her eyes.

You gulped at her words, remembering the promise you made earlier about letting not only her, but also River and Clara play with you if she let you cum.

River seemed to catch on pretty quickly, a slight smirk toying with her lips as she looked over at you, but Clara was still too caught up in the aftermath of her own orgasm to pay attention.

"Why don't you tell them what you told me, dear?" Missy suggested as one of her hands moved from your thigh up to your waist, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I- I said that I'd let you three play with me some more if she allowed me to cum," you muttered softly, feeling your face heat up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

That certainly got the attention of both River and Clara, the former's smirk widening while the latter eyed you curiously, evidently wondering about the deal you'd made. You were sure the Time Lady whose lap you were sitting in looked as smug as ever, though you couldn't see her face to be sure.

"I have a pair of handcuffs that might assist in making it a bit more fun," River said while pulling said pair out of the inside of her coat. Where she got them, you had no clue, but the fact she had them in her inventory didn't surprise you in the slightest. "If you're alright with it, that is."

You were feeling a bit nervous, you had to admit, but between the both the alcohol and aphrodisiac from earlier still coursing through your veins, your adrenaline was pumping in a way you'd never felt it before. You had an thirst to quench, an itch to scratch, and you were positive this was the best way to get rid of it.

"I'm more than alright with it," you replied in a voice that sounded a lot more confident than you felt. That was all it took for yet another round of fun to begin.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. You remembered being handcuffed and blindfolded (both of which you enthusiastically consented to) after moving onto one of the massive beds, which were thankfully big enough to fit all four of you if need be.

There was always at least two pairs of hands on you, though it was usually all three at once. You could tell which ones belonged to which woman because of the way they moved across your body.

River was teasing yet sensual, her touch slower than the others. Missy was a bit erratic, always leaving you guessing where she'd be moving to next. And Clara was gentle, lightly using her fingertips to trace the contours of your body.

After everything was said and done, they undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold, a various string of praises being muttered from all three. One wiped you down while another held you close, the third grabbing clean clothes for you. It was a miracle after all that you hadn't passed out from an exhausted fit of pleasure yet, or that somebody hadn't made a noise complaint.

River and Missy "retired" to their own bed, though you knew they both stayed up for a while after that because of the muffled moans and squeaking from the mattress. Despite that, you couldn't say it bothered you much, as you were too caught up in what would soon become your own passion-filled embrace with Clara to notice.

"You were awfully bold tonight," she commented while laying next to you on the bed, a hint of admiration in her voice as she spoke. "I don't think I've ever seen you act so forward with your sexual advances before."

"Well, a couple of drinks and a chocolate full of aphrodisiac certainly didn't hurt," you said in a somewhat joking manner, one of your hands reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair back from her face.

Her big brown eyes watched you intently, the look in them an interesting combination of both affection and arousal. "You know, I never got my own private turn with you," she commented with a suggestive undertone.

"Oh, really? Maybe we should fix that, then." You moved your hand from her hair down to her waist, pulling her closer to you on the bed so that your bodies were pressed against one another, limbs locking together like the perfect two pieces of a puzzle.

She let out a soft gasp when you did that, her eyes fluttering shut the moment you dropped your face to the crook of her neck and started placing kisses there. "Oh, darling..." She murmured in ecstacy, her hands gripping onto your back as she held you close.

You could feel her nails digging in slightly, but you couldn't find it in you to care. One of your legs found its way between hers, slotting them together as you moved even closer to her.

Your bodies moved in tandem with each other, heavy pants and moans leaving from the both of you as your clothed pussies rubbed against each other just right. It wasn't very difficult getting you both to the point of release, but even after that you felt the need to continue.

At some point your movements went from being quick and desperate to slow and careful, turning into a much more romantic scenario in the blink of an eye. One of your hands held onto Clara's, your fingers laced tightly in a firm grip while you grinded against her.

"You're so good for me, Clara." The words fell from your lips easily, wanting to let her know just how good she made you feel and what a wonderful job she was doing. "Such a good girl, always a good girl for me."

She loudly whined at your words, her back arching up into you as her grip on your hand tightened. "Say- Say it again," she begged breathlessly, her eyes shut as she took in the moment. "Tell me again how good I am for you."

It was hard for you to not want to get a little rough at her obvious desperation, but you didn't want to put her through another energy draining round right before bed. You knew that right now she needed you to be gentle, so you managed to restrain yourself.

"You're so good, sweetheart. Always so well-behaved for me, even if you don't do the same for Missy," you added in a playful tease, referring back to the previous interaction she had that you weren't there to witness.

"Why must you always tease me so?" She question in an exaggerated huff, clearly not actually upset.

"Because I find it so cute getting to watch you pout, that's why." You leaned in and pressed a series of kisses to her face, most of which ended up on her mouth.

Even after you both came yet again, you still didn't move away from each other, far too comfortable to want to untangle your limbs. Besides, it's not like there was anything that needed to be cleaned up, meaning you were both able to drift off to sleep in one another's warm embrace.

You woke the next morning to find Clara sleeping peacefully in your arms, her face tucked into the crook of your neck as she was cuddled up closely beside you. The sight alone was enough to bring a smile to your face.

"Good morning, beautiful," you murmured affectionately when she began to stir, your hand moving to smooth back the hair from her face. Even with bedhead, she still managed to take your breath away.

"Good morning." Her voice was a bit raspy when she spoke, obviously from sleep. Blinking a few times, she let out a yawn. "Where are River and Missy?" She questioned while looking around some.

"I think they went to get us some breakfast. They should be back soon."

She hummed softly in acknowledgement at your words, snuggling closer to you as you spoke. "I really enjoyed last night," she admitted after a moment or so, sounding a little bit shy, something that you noticed even with her current grogginess.

"I did, too. We'll have to do this again sometime, though maybe we can go to where it's just the two of us." You loved River and Missy, but there was only so much of them you could take before you were completely worn out. As much fun as it might've been, last night was certainly a reminder of that.

She moved her head so that her chin was resting on your shoulder, staring up at you with her big brown eyes. "I think I'd like that," she replied quietly, a smile tugging at her lips. She leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips, one that you immediately reciprocated.

You broke the kiss when you heard a distinct sound of mischief and chaos coming from the hallway outside the room, one that always let you know when either River or Missy were nearby. In this case, it happened to be both.

Clara let out a whine of protest when you sat up some as she was still clinging onto you, though her want to stay in bed was soon won over by her hunger when her stomach let out an audible growl.

You let out a soft laugh when it happened, something she responded with by giving you a lighthearted shove.

"Come on, honey. Let's go get breakfast."

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Sweetheart.

Levi x Fem!Reader

Summary - Levi is gone, what shall you do??

Content Warning! - Illness, Prostitution, Throwing up, Perverts, Blood,

Authors note! - I wanted to write a little story so my blog didn't look so empty, you know? Anyway, this is my first post, and this will NOT have a part two because it sucks! + Found the art on pinterest, I'm not sure who the artist is sadly. (I started writing this a whole year ago, I finally got back on Tumblr to finish it, but not really.)

You had no idea what to do, and you were doing worse than ever. You weren't physically fit, and you certainly weren't cut out for stealing. It's not like you knew how to do it in the first place. Levi never taught you anything.

You sat in an empty, but spotless, house. You were in the habit of cleaning; it was practically rent when you lived with Levi. So, at least you had the cleanest house in the underground!

Oh how you miss him...

You obviously missed Farlan and Isable, but Levi was special. You knew him for a longer time, and he saved you. He even kept saving you, providing you with food and care, but not for free. You knew a great deal about medications and illnesses.

Your mother was a doctor, a good one at that!

Though, she was at the brothel when she wasn't treating patients. She met Levi's mother there. They worked together and were good friends. Your mother took you to her work since she couldn't leave you at home all alone. Fortunately for you, you didn't have to witness any of the dirty work; you just had to hear it.

Levi was ill and pale at the time, while you just appeared only slightly better. When your mother worked, you were in a small practically empty room with one bed; you had always assumed it was an extra room they very rarely used.

But you and him always sat in that room, on that bed. In almost complete silence, just the occasional sounds of the ladies working.

You were both just too shy to start a conversation but the company was nice. Though to you, it felt like you silently knew each other.

So when Levi's mother became ill, your mother was quick to offer aid. She visited the Ackerman's house frequently, bringing medication and other supplies to try get rid of what was slowly killing her friend. She took you there with her, not that you mined. You enjoyed getting to see your mother at work. You wanted to be like her, so you observed and watched.

As a result, you got to see Levi more. He didn't go to the brothel every day as you did, only on occasion. So it was nice to see your silent companion more often. It was also adorable to witness him do his best to assist his mother.

He was definitely a mama's boy.

But sadly, your mothers care wasn't enough, Levis mother came to realize she was wasnt going to make it. She asked that your mom stop coming to her house and wasting her medication on a lost cause.

No one even knew what illness she had.

Your mother grieved for a short while, but she had to keep going.

You didn’t see Levi for a while, it made you sad but you had hoped he was doing alright.

After a while your mother was killed while in cross fire from a few gangs fighting. It devastated you. You were now all alone, in the poverty stricken streets of the underground. The only thing you had going for you was your knowledge on medicine.

One day you were in some alleyways looking for scraps of food, anything was everything to you at that moment. You were in your early teens and vulnerable.

“Hey pretty thing, what are you doing here digging through garbage, don’t you think you’re to cute for that?” Your eyes widened and you quickly turned your head to the sound. Unfortunately for you 2 older guys were standing in the alley way, looking at you like you were prey.

You gulped and stepped back, getting ready to run. Only for your back to hit a wall.

You were cornered.

“I-I… leave me alone!” Your eyes were wide with fear, you didn’t know what to do, or what to say.

“I like them scared!” One smirked evilly while walking towards you. As they got closer the more you lost hope. You could’ve done something, fight, or at the very least try to run. But you were too scared, every bone in your body was frozen, you couldn’t move. You couldn’t even fight, you were so sickly and malnourished, you were practically skin and bones.

You closed your eyes as they got closer, trembling. You waited for something to happen. Getting grabbed or even stabbed, you didn’t know. But you waited.

Though, it never came.

You heard a noise but didn’t dare open your eyes. Until it stopped, you were breathing heavy but you could still hear footsteps getting close you. You peeked a eye open and gasped slightly when you saw a familiar face.

“L-Levi?!” Your eyes widen in shock, you couldn’t believe it. You thought you would never see him again. “Are you okay?” He looked concerned while scanning your body, a faint look of relief washed over him.

He looked better than the last time you saw him. His face was healthy and his body too. Unlike you.

You blush from embarrassment, he’s doing so much better than you were. “Yah I’m okay…” you look up at him again, he was cleaning the blood off his knife. But the most noticeable thing was the cut on his arm. Your eyes widen again.

“Your arm!” You rushed over to him and looked at his arm closer. You didn’t care about the situation anymore, you just wanted to treat the wound. “Oh it’s fine, nothing deadly.” He spoke while eyeing the wound.

"Kenny will be pissed though…" He let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "It might get infected! Then you'll have to amputate it… or even... you'll get sick and die!" You rattle on about the various possibilities.

While you were talking, you missed the expression of fawness in his eyes, or was it familiarity? Whatever it is it helped him relax, now letting you hold his arm to examine it.

After a little pause, you elevate his arm above his heart and instruct him to keep it there. He looks at you puzzled, but he does what he is told. "We need to stop the bleeding, uhhhhh… um this could work!" You lean down and begin ripping the bottom of your tattered dress.

You begin wrapping it around the wound and tying it tightly. "That should be good until you get some water to clean it with.." You take a step back and sigh confidently at your work. He glances at you, baffled, then at the makeshift bandage.

"You didn't have to do that, it would have been fine…" he mumbles and lowers his arm. "Keep it up! It slows the bleeding!" You scold him but start coughing. You clear your throat and resume speaking more gently. "It's not that deep so no dangerous blood loss should happen." You smile gently and look him in the eyes. "Thank you for saving me Levi, I'm forever in your dept." 

He looks at you for a moment; no one in the underground was this nice and kind. In his perspective, you were oddly nice to him.

"I-It was nothing… no need to praise me." He mumbled and glanced down to the ground. It felt awkward since you didn't know what to say. "Well, I'm glad to see you're all right. After… you know… I was always worried about how you were doing." You blushed because this was the most you'd ever said to him. You were quite shy.

He didn't say anything and just stared at you. You assumed that making small chat irritated him. "I'll stop bothering you now," you said as you began to move around him, smiling. He just stood there watching you walk out of the alleyway.

"Hey," he spoke suddenly, making you turn towards him. "I want you to meet Kenny..."

That's how you officially met; he practically took you under his wing, if that's how you want to put it. He looked after you, fed you, and even comforted you when you had nightmares. Even when Kenny left, he made sure you could eat.

Through the years Levi managed to start a gang. It was small but the people were trust worthy and good at what they did. You were only really close to Farlan and Isabel other than Levi though. All the other members treated you well and with respect they sometimes even saw you like a little sister.

Farlan was like a sweet big brother, Isabel was like a sister you could gossip to. You’d stay up at night just talking about things like what you’d do if you were above ground, or how the boys (Farlan and Levi) were so annoying sometimes, but most importantly you talked about boys~ she even knew about your little crush on Levi, she wouldn’t stop teasing you ever moment she got.

Which is why it was so devastating when they went missing. The remaining gang searched for them for a while, not allowing you to go with them though, no matter how much you protested.

After a month of looking, all hope was lost. Some of the gang stopped looking and tried to get back into the swing of things without their boss. Some even kept looking, for your sake.

But no matter how long it takes or how dark the path may become, you will never lose hope in finding Levi, Farlan, and Isabelle. You refuse to believe that they're truly gone, clinging to the memories of your nights spent whispering dreams and secrets. Every day you search for clues, driven by the love and camaraderie you shared. The streets you walk, the shadows you pass—they all hold the promise of reunion. One day, you will see their faces again, hear their laughter, and feel their presence beside you. Until then, hope will be your guiding light, unwavering and steadfast, leading you back to your family.

[moodywyrm]

K sorry ignore me I’m streaming my entire consciousness for you here moons

Ellie, on the other hand, (walking in on the same scenario), it’s not that she doesn’t care (the opposite!!) it’s just she’s so painfully awkward, she doesn’t know how to handle it almost? Obviously the longer you’re together, the better she gets as she learns what you need, but she’d frown and walk over, gently stroking your hair with a soft “hey babe” that one scene with Dina nobody talk to me and would immediately crawl into bed with you. If you start crying she’d probably tease you (lovingly) and be all “aw my girl’s so soft hm? My little crybaby. That’s it, let it all out”:( and if you’re extra moody, whereas I can see Abby more just ignoring this or giving you a gentle “come on babe don’t be like that”, ellie would laugh. She think you look extra cute when you’re all >:/ she just can’t help but pinch your cheeks with a big grin or ruffle your hair or something. I think there would be a bit of a learning curve if you’re a little extra sensitive, maybe one of her usual silly jests would send you into a puddle of tears, and she’s like ??? cause usually you’d laugh and give it right back to her, so she has to learn to be a little extra gentle with you. That being said, she’d do just about anything to make you laugh, a light “there’s my smiley girl” when she finally coaxes a giggle out of you I’m crying

in the wise wise words of jj, the ppl who are crybabies on their period please rise.

it's me, im the crybaby on my period. Ellie with a gf who is just extra teary n sensitive on her period is so cute to think about. because she is so fucking awkward!! I love Ellie so so much but baby is incredibly awkward when it comes to handling emotions, even her crying girlfriend.

she's such a sweetheart though :(

she’d frown and walk over, gently stroking your hair with a soft “hey babe” that one scene with Dina nobody talk to me and would immediately crawl into bed with you.

she would!!! that little "hey babe" lives in my head rent free, it's so sweet and gentle and soooo Ellie. gonna make this a modern au bc I honestly do not want to write a period during the apocalypse rn.

somehow it always happens that Ellie is working or in class when your cramps hit :( she gets your first text telling her you got cramps like midway through her shift and she's so upset that she can't just go home and comfort you then and there. you update her when you're not incapacitated by pain or asleep, but it's hours before she can get home.

on her way home she drops by the store to pick up your favorite snacks and comfort items, literally approaches this trip with militant efficiency. get in get out, and she does!

when she gets home she's immediately in the bedroom, throwing off her jackets and shoes and sitting next to you at the edge the bed. literally just sitting there, going "hey babe" and stroking your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead before helping you up to the bathroom.

bc of course she does my favorite period trope: helping your partner into the shower! I feel like you two wouldn't actually shower together during your periods, but she'd sit there while you shower and you'd sit there while she showers. or, alternatively, you'd wash off first and then Ellie would join you. not because I think she's afraid of blood or anything, but she wants you to be as comfortable as possible, and that includes not having to deal with the mental ahhh of getting blood on your partner. anyways yall get nice and clean and she proceeds to help you get dressed, putting lotion on you and otherwise taking care of you.

she holds your lower tummy for the rest of the night, massaging it in a way that feels heavenly <3 she's honestly so cute and sweet im >:(

as for the rest of your period, she 100% does some gentle teasing, calling you her little crybaby while also doing pretty much everything for you. suddenly she's a fucking Chef, cooking you all of your comfort food and/or picking up the Good Shit (burgers) from Joel's place. she may be a lil meanie about it, but she's also unbelievably caring during your period <3

[questforgalas]

Sibling moments in the Bad Batch that live rent free in my head

S1E15 "Return to Kamino"

Alright babes, if you've been along on TBB ride before, you know these next two are tension filled extravaganzas. The "sibling moments" are definitely going to be more on the hurt/emotional side, but we're gonna get through it together!

The tension between Hunter and Crosshair is supreme sibling angst. They're both so hurt by the other and so mad but have the literal emotional IQ of a 10 year old and are so bitter

"They'll still come for you" dripping with venom with the pause and pointed look back

Also wonder if he feels slighted at Hunter explaining the squad knowing it'd be a trap - Crosshair has predicted their every move during each of their encounters, of course he knows they'll know it's a trap. I don't think this was malicious by Hunter but I think Crosshair could take it that way

Echo taking on the role of distracting anxious sis and keeping her hands busy

"If I go any lower, we will be in the water" Tech just listen to your sister

"Never doubted you for a second kid!" Wrecker is so supportive of everyone and especially Omega 😭

Tech is so stoked about the tube system 😂

"You, uh, alright?" ECHO NOTICING OMEGA'S DEMEANOR AND TRYING HIS DARNDEST TO COMFORT HER STAHP IT

Echo's look up at Tech and Wrecker when Omega deflects 😭

Hunter constantly glances at the stormtrooper walking with him and Crosshair cause he wants to be alone with Crosshair so badly to knock him on his skull and try to knock some sense into him

Literally, his eyes only narrow when they go on the stormtrooper. Even when he faces Crosshair and keeps his Sergeant face, his eyes soften each time they land on Cross

Hunter's eyes are literally pleading with Crosshair

Dear god these rewatches and detail catches are going to be the death of my heart

"They'll come to us. They don't leave their own behind. Most of the time" HUNTER IS STARING DOWN AND TO THE SIDE WITH SHAME IN HIS EYES WHILE CROSSHAIR SAYS THIS

Hunter now doesn't give a fuck if the stormtroopers hear him, he's in desperation mode

"Hm. And I did" said while the same score that was used during the platform scene in "The Outpost" makes me want to throw myself off the roof now that I've realized this

This has turned into a Hunter and Crosshair analysis instead of sibling moments so sorry

"Is that true?" "How could I possibly know that?" said with an eye roll. Iconic

Hunter's attempt at trying to reason with Crosshair, his eyes are so soft the whole time 😭

Wrecker's amused and excited "Oho, he's waiting"

"Welp, guess you were wrong about that" at Tech thinking they were expected to come in the main entrance and not the lift BUT CROSSHAIR KNOWS HIS BROTHERS AND KNOWS WHAT THEY'LL DO

Hunter's shock and pain when Crosshair says "You weren't loyal to me"

Crosshair's entire speech is a desperate sibling needing his brothers back

"Omega belongs with us" when Hunter says "us" he doesn't turn his head to indicate the group behind him and himself, he leans towards Crosshair, emphasizing the word and widening his eyes like he's trying to drive the point that Omega belongs with the Batch and that includes Crosshair aka Crosshair belongs with them too

Tech noticing the pucks, elbowing Wrecker, and they both lower their shoulders slightly - that's a sign of trust

"Why would we trust you?" Hunter doesn't say this aggressively. He's in a casual position, his body sideways to Crosshair. His stance is not of action but observation. At this point, he feels no actual threat from Crosshair, and that line is a test

"Don't become my enemy." "Crosshair, we never were" SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 😭😭😭

COORDINATED BATTLE SCENE COORDINATED BATTLE SCENE AND THEY FALL INTO STEP LIKE THEY'VE NEVER BEEN APART

Honestly, what sibling pairing hasn't had to solve their issues by body slamming each other to the floor

So many pointed looks between Hunter and Crosshair trying to size each other up and figure out where they stand. They want to be on each other's side so badly

Hunter's face is so desperate during his final plea to Crosshair

The shock on Hunter and in Tech's eyes when Cross says he removed his chip 😭😭😭

Waist high hugs from Omega

Hunter immediately checking if there's a chip scar on Cross 😭

[emilyssky]

Chapter 4: City Lights And Past Lives.

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, chocking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"  

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."    

Minho's POV:

1 year ago.

I solved my phone back in my pocket, choosing to ignore Jisung's messages. I know I'm probably being a dick right now, but he's used to it and he understands. That's one of the things I like about him. He doesn't ask much, he simply knows. He knows when he has to push me and when he has to let me push myself. I take another puff of the remaining bits of my cigarette and throw it on the ground. I lift my hood, trying to protect the sides of my face from the cold, but I keep shivering. My brain is so numb right now that the physical pain is the only thing that I can feel. On days like this, I honestly miss being 16 and getting my ass kicked by my dad, cause at least then the pain in my body was stronger than the voices in my head. As the years went by I found other ways though. As much as I hated him, I got addicted to the pain. I used it as my own personal punishment. The self-loath that he caused me made me crave it. I found similar pain in things like drugs and alcohol and started getting off by inflicting pain on others. Girls I would use and dump, friends I would treat like shit, people that would try to help me that I would lie to. I did anything to remind myself that I had power. That I wasn't the scared little boy he would beat the shit out of. I wasn't someone who was only capable of kneeling and taking beatings. I was strong. I was in control. I wasn't the one in pain.

I didn't wanna deal with anything. Or anyone. And I know that running away from you're problems is not doing shit. I know that I have to go back and deal with this but right now, I just want the world to be quiet. I want everything to go away for a few minutes so that I can have some space to fucking breathe. I jog up the stairs that lead to the roof. I've been coming here whenever I wanted to just get away for a little. This place was already at the top of my 'fuck everything, I wanna be alone' list, but since that night, I've been coming here kinda hoping to see her again. I know that that's not actually what I want. I can't deal with another confrontation, but I want the silence that came with her. It was like all my walls were replaced with mirrors and as she talked my mind backed off more and more, leaving me completely alone, listening. I was listening. For the first time, someone didn't force me to talk about anything or explain myself. All I had to do was sit and listen to her comforting me. Reminding me that; it's going to be okay. After that night, her words lived in my head rent-free. You know how most people have a song that, whenever everything goes to shit, they just put their headphones on and simply listen to it, and for these 3-4 minutes everything else fades away. That's how I kept her in my mind. Like a comfort song that I've been having on repeat ever since then. I force my legs to climb the last flight of stairs, finally reaching the top. I tilt my head a bit, looking at the half-open door with confusion. It's almost 4 in the morning. I place my hand on the door handle, and just as I'm about to pull it even more open, a figure flashes through the small gap of the open door. I move my head further into the door's opening, narrowing my eyes, trying to spot the person again, but the moon being the only source of light, doesn't help. They step into my line of vision again. The long hair makes me realise that it's a girl. She extends her foot and lifts herself up in a fouetté,  which I instantly recognise. Her turns are surprisingly clean. Her body keeps moving around the roof, occasionally leaving my limited line of vision. Her back is facing me, not allowing me to see her face. I stand there behind the door, completely magnetised by her dance. She must be a student here. I lean a bit forward trying to catch a glimpse of her face as she jumps and turns. She bends her back backwards, her head and hands handing beautifully and I freeze. I realise that the huge amount of weed that I've smoked hasn't made me completely numb after all cause I swear I just felt my heart skipping a beat. Her eyes are closed as she stays in position, rolling her head and hands to the music that's probably coming from the Air-pods that are now visible in her ears. Her face twitches with emotion and my hold on the door tightens. It's her. Questions, questions, questions. So many questions run through my head. So many emotions overwhelm me. Fuck, I must be so too high right now. I've thought about her way more than I like to admit. Now she stands here, in front of me. And I don't move, I stay hidden behind the door, watching her dance with tears on her face. I don't wanna talk to her. I don't wanna know her name or why she's crying. I just wanna watch her. And the more I do the more my heart tightens cause the memories that she awakes hurt. She dances so much like Mia, that it's ridiculous, I swear I see her face at some point. I know that I only hurt myself more by sitting here and watching her but I'm completely mesmerised by the way she moves. She's the perfect combination of uncontrollable passion and technique. She's using so much power in such a tender and light way, that I'm jealous. I miss dancing like that. I miss the emotional freedom that I felt whenever I danced. I let myself slide down the side of the wall soundlessly, and rest my head against it. There she is again. My little mirror.

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Y/n's POV: The next few days went by in a blur. Wake up, go to class, come home, practice, and go to sleep. Every day is basically the same but I'm not really bothered by it, routine is good, I like having a routine. It's safe. It doesn't make me anxious and everything is scheduled. Dance has been hard though. Correction after correction, my annoyance grew. I was making no progress.

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"I don't know y/n. Isn't it a bit short?" Emma is standing in front of the mirror, tugging her tight blue dress down, unsuccessfully.

"Em, you look fucking amazing. Blue is the perfect colour for blondes, and you're boobs look incredible." I praise her in an attempt to boost her almost nonexistent confidence as I put my hoops on. "Seungmin is going to be hard from the minute you walk in, bet" I stand beside her in the mirror, taking a look at myself. We look completely different. She's wearing a blue strapless dress with white heels that make her almost as tall as I am. Her long blonde hair falls in loose curls down her bare back and her light makeup looks almost flawless. On the other hand, I'm wearing leather pants that are tight around my waist but a bit baggier around my thighs and a simple strapless black top. I've straightened my naturally curly hair and kept my makeup the same as every time with black eyeliner and a dark red colour on my lips.

"You're one to talk." She bumps her hip to mine "You're hot as hell"

"Stop" I roll my eyes, smiling at her.

"Is Chan picking us up?" She asks as she fills her purse with makeup and other stuff.

"Um no, Hyunjin's picking us up." I grab my jacket and walk to the living room. Emma follows shortly.

"Great, are they going to text you when-"

My phone interrupts her and we smile at each other. Hyunjin's name flashes across the screen. Wow, he's actually on time, that's a first. I answer and put him on speaker.

"We're here bitches." Hyunjin yells.

"We'll be down in five." I say and hang up.

"Let's go." Emma says with excitement and we walk out the door.

Felix rolls down his window from the passenger's seat and lets out a loud whistle. "Damn." He yells.

"Hello ladies," Hyunjin says as we enter the car.

"Hey," I say. "You're exactly on time. I'm proud of you.."

"Okay, you're both hot" Hyunjin comments as he drives off.

"You sound surprised. " Emma says and I giggle.

"You know what I mean" Hyunjin's eyes are focused on the road as he speaks.

"Is Jisoo not coming?" I ask.

"No, Seungmin only invited us, and since I don't really know them that long I didn't wanna push it and ask to bring someone else. Plus, we're not 'together ' together anyway." he shrugs.

"Come on now, you've been seeing each other for like, a year and you're completely obsessed with her." They've been fucking around for so long but even though they never made it official, we all know that they have feelings for each other.

"I'm not, shut up" Hyunjin tries to contain his smile.

After a few minutes, we pull to an apartment complex.

"It's not far from our apartment. " Emma comments as walks to the door.

"We could stay over at your place if we get too wasted and none of us can drive. It's like 10 minutes away." Hyunjin says.

"Sure, we'll probably have an extra bed anyway 'cause Em will hopefully not come home tonight."  I wrap my hand around her shoulders.

"If you're anything like that in front of him, I'll physically hurt you." She attempts to threaten me but both me and the boys just laugh.

The music can be heard from down the hall, and we had to ring the bell at least 5 times before a guy opened the door.

"Hi" he smiles at us.

"Hi, Jeongin" Emma gives him a quick hug. The guys simply nod at him and follow Emma inside the apartment.

"Hi, I'm y/n" I shake his hand.

"I know, Chan told me you were coming. It's nice to meet you, I'm Jeongin" He has a nice smile. He's tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, and perfect eyebrows. He looks like he could be a model.

I take a step to his left, inside."Is Chan here?" I lean into him a bit cause it's so crowded in here that I could easily get lost.

"Yeah, I think he's in the kitchen." He says, closing the door. Emma, Hyunjin, and Felix have already disappeared. There are more people than I was expecting, Emma made it sound like it was a private party, but there are at least 60 people here.

"The kitchen.." I trail off as I look through the crowd, trying to find it. I hear him laugh from behind me.

"Come with me" He touches my back lightly before moving in front of me, guiding me to the kitchen. I instantly spot Chan's blond hair. He's with Changbin and some other people pouring shots.

"Hi" I go up to him from behind and he instantly smiles when he sees it's me. His hair is a mess and his cheeks are flushed.

"Oh my god, heyyyyy" He pulls me into a hug and I giggle.

"Are you drunk already?" I love drunk Chan. He hardly drinks that much but when he does he's one of the funniest people ever.

"Tipsy," he corrects me pointing a finger at me "Tipsy is the right word dear"

He pours two more shots and he gives one to me and one to Jeongin who's still standing beside me.

"Let's get it" Changbin yells and we all drown our shots. . . .

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The energy in this house is crazy and at this point, everyone is pretty much drunk, including me and I'm loving it. I found myself dancing on tables, playing games, chatting with people, and actually smiling. For a moment I felt like my old self again and I wanted to keep that feeling for as long as I possibly can. So I drank more and danced more until the thoughts in my head about what I should and shouldn't do were gone. Currently, Emma and Seungmin are nowhere to be found, Felix has been following Hyunjin's drunk ass around cause he has thrown up 2 times already, Chan is playing beer pong with Changbin and some other girls and I'm dancing with Jisung and Jeongin. Turns out Jisung is a really good dancing partner and has been filling up Hyunjin's spot all night. Well, I did threaten him not to leave my side. Jeonjin is also a really nice guy, super funny, and easy to be around. Even if I don't wanna admit it, my eyes have been searching for Minho ever since I got here but he's nowhere to be found. I know I shouldn't really care, he hasn't been particularly nice to me but that doesn't really stop my growing curiosity about him. The temperature in the room is incredibly hot. My hair is sticking to my back and I feel like my whole face is on fire, the amount of alcohol that I've consumed doesn't really help. My breaths are getting shorter and sharper as I push my body to move to the music between Jisung and Jeongin. The minute I feel my stomach turning I knew I had to slow down for a bit. I needed air.

"I'm going to get some air, I'm sweating so fucking much." I yell over the music to both of them. Jeongin pulls me closer to him by my elbow.

"Do you want me to take you?" He says to my ear. Jeongin has been my guide through the house the entire night. He's taken me to his room to leave my stuff, and to the bathroom, and he showed me around the kitchen and the rest of the bedrooms. Emma was right, this place is huge.

"No, I got this one." I reassure him. I make my way upstairs and walk down the hall, to the last room, where we left our stuff. I remember that there was a small balcony and when I open the door, I'm happy to see that I remembered correctly. I carefully pull open the small balcony door oven and step out, letting the cool air hit my skin. My ears are ringing from the loud music, my eyes can't really focus on anything and my mind is a blur, unable to think about anything. In this moment I find myself smiling, cause in this moment everything is silent. The apartment is pretty high up, giving the guys access to an incredible view. I notice a small flight of stairs to my left. I look at them curiously, before slowly walking up, my drunken state not making it easy for me. When I reached the top, I looked around only to realise that I'm on a small rooftop. My eyes light up at the sight and a giggle escapes me. Rooftops make me happy. I wish our apartment had one.

"Okay, now who's stalking who?" A low voice says and my head snaps to the left. Minho's sitting on the floor with a cigarette between his lips. There he is. Has he been up here this whole time?

"I didn't even know you were here." I protest, taking a step forwards but stumbling a bit on my own feet.

Minho let out a low raspy laugh. "How come every time we meet on a rooftop you're always drunk? " He snorts "Is that like a thing? Whenever you get drunk you search for a rooftop?"

I keep my eyes on the sky in front of me. "I like rooftops," I smile as I begin to walk aimlessly around. "Something about being so high, no walls around me, a clear view of the sky, makes me feel like I'm on top of the world, it calms me down." I grab the railing and take a look downwards to see how far up are we.

"Get away from the railing, you're drunk." Minho's voice comes out louder than before. I look at him over my back. He's now standing, his cigarette rests between his fingers and his eyes are set on my figure.

Interesting.

I turn around, resting my back on the trailing, my hands still gripping it tightly.

Deja vu.

"Or what?" I giggle and lean backward just a bit more. He takes a quick step forward, his free hand extended towards me.

"Y/n, I'm not fucking around, get away." His tone is demanding and his eyes are hard, jaw set. My drunk mind finds his face funny.

"You're funny." I smile at him. He takes a few more steps, carefully.

"I'm not joking." His voice gets low again.

My eyes spark with excitement. "Oops" I lean back furthermore, but his hand comes around my waist pulling me away.

"Do you wanna die?" He says, staring down at me. I know he's half joking but my mouth opens before my mind can think.

"That would be a good way to go." I half smile.

His eyebrows draw together "What?"

"I mean it would be easier right?" I tilt my head at him "It wouldn't be entirely my fault. She got drunk and she fell off the roof sound better than anything else that would make me look weak right?" His face is unreadable, or maybe shocked I can't really tell. He drops his hand from my waist but doesn't say a word. "But either way, I'm weak right Minho?" I say, waving my hands. He clears his throat and looks away from my eyes.

"That's not what I meant I-"

"Cut the bullshit, I know what you meant." A sudden wave of emotions runs through me and I raise my voice slightly. "But let's get one thing straight, you don't know anything." I move closer to him. "You don't know anything about me or what happened. You're so quick to judge me and call me weak and stupid but you don't know shit."His expression changes slightly. A flash of emotion in his eyes that wasn't there before, he opens his mouth and then closes it again. His lips turn into a line and then he exhales loudly.

"It's not like that. I was just trying to help."He finally says.

"I don't need your help Minho. I don't want your fucking pity." I say through my teeth.

His eyebrows furrowed at my words. "I don't pity you y/n" He grabs my hand and without realising it I flinch lightly. He takes a sharp breath, his eyes widening only for a second before he drops his grip on my hand and turns around. He starts walking back and forth, hands on his head, through his hair, over his face, and finally set on his waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I begin to apologise.

"Stop," His tone is sharp. He shakes his head. "You're- You're pissing me off."

Pissing him off? "What did I even do?" I honestly ask, frustrated.

"Why are you apologising?" He spins around. I stare at him, no words are coming out of my mouth. I simply stare at him. My chest feels heavy all of a sudden and my eyes fall to the ground.

"What happened to you?" His eyes are searching my face. "I remember a year ago, I met a girl on a rooftop. I was just sitting there when she stumbled through the door, wasted. She was smiling and she talked about life, kindness, and shit. Her eyes were wild and her voice loud and powerful. Her presence was so incredibly bright and I hated it. It pissed me off. It pissed me off because she was everything that I wasn't. The way she viewed the world and the way she talked about people and life made me jealous. I was jealous of her light. It reminded me of a lot of things I missed. I hated it." My eyes can't keep eye contact with him as he speaks. My stomach is a knot, my heart is beating fast, and my head is spinning.

He remembers me.

"Now here we are," He waves his hand around. "A year later, on a rooftop and you're once again drunk. But you're different. And I don't know why, but it makes me mad." My eyes are glued to the ground. My whole body is tensed and I feel more exposed than I should.

"You were right" I finally find my words.

"About what?"

"I'm weak," I nod several times. "And stupid. And I don't have the courage to say to anyone that I was in a shitty relationship. That I was weak enough to be manipulated and lied to and treated like shit. None knows about my childhood or my past in general. I'm scared that everyone would look at me differently. I'm scared that everyone will judge me. Like I did to my mom." I confess. "I promised myself that I would be stronger than she was. Braver and smarter," I laugh. "But of course, I met a guy in my first year of college and I thought I could fix him. I wanted to help him, so I stayed. I made excuses every time something would happen. And he played me. " My eyes begin to burn, desperately holding back the tears. Minho's gaze is hard. From the way he's looking at me, I can tell that he wasn't expecting me to share that much.

"I'm sorry," I sniff and try to look anywhere else. "I tend to overshare when I drink." I laugh awkwardly.

"Was he hitting you?" His question makes me freeze. This is a question I wished I would never hear anyone ask me. It sounds almost unreal.

"In the beginning, it wasn't so bad. Not enough for me to realise I guess. But he did at some point, yes. " My voice falters. "He would get mad often. He would yell. He would throw things, a lot of times dangerously close to me. At times I would try to calm him down, but he would push me, not caring to look where I would land. It wasn't like he was beating me up, we were fighting all the time. It was pushing around, slamming into walls, choking, throwing things. It was the type of beatings that in my mind I could justify cause I wasn't exactly innocent. If I had slapped him and then he had pushed me against the wall and choked me until I begged him to stop, I couldn't blame him completely cause I was the one who had started it. In the beginning, it was sort of exciting, the fighting and the toxicity gave me the kind of rush that made me go back, wanting more. But things started to change and the realization of the situation hit me as hard as the first time he actually slapped me. I would fight, I would yell at him but at some point I became mentally drained and I couldn't really fight back." The words come out of my mouth without me even thinking about them. Like a secret, I was dying to finally say out loud. "Even during sex he was-"

"That's enough" Minho looks at me, disgusted almost. He shakes his head and turns his gaze to the night sky.

"He had a hard childhood. His father treated him like shit. His mother passed away when he was young-" His laugh cuts me off as he turns to look at me.

"I'm not defending him," I whisper." I-I..." I take a deep breath. " I left him. It turns out I was a joke to him. He was supposed to fuck me and move on to the next girl. He had made bets with his friends and I was so naive that I fell right into his little game. The day I found out was the day he lost it and he ended up choking me. When it got to the point that I couldn't really breathe, he snapped back to reality but it was too late. I left him that day"

Minho shakes his head once again, smiling at the ground. His hands are crossed.

"The day we met, I caught him having sex with a blonde bitch at a frat party," I giggle. His eyes shoot up at mine. I drop to the ground and bring my knees to my chest. "And you know what's the saddest part?" I look up at him and smile a little. "I don't even miss him. I feel anger and pain whenever I look at him. I miss who I was before him. I'm mad at him for making me feel this weak and I'm more mad at myself for letting him." I honestly say. "I didn't realize it at the time but now looking back, I can see that the more I stayed, the more pieces of myself I was losing. Until it was too late. Now I feel like everything was taken away from me. All that I built myself to be, came crumbling down after him." I let out a breath of relief. I've been keeping all this inside for so long, never having the courage to say anything out loud. Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe I'm too emotional right now. Either way, even if he doesn't really care about anything I said, even if doesn't even like me, the feeling of this huge weight finally lifting off of my shoulder is incredible. He takes a seat beside me. His shoulder brushes mine. He smells like vanilla and cigarettes. He doesn't look at me but I keep studying him. His jawline is sharper than a knife and his nose is perfectly straight. His eyelashes are probably longer than mine and the curve of his lips looks almost fake. His side profile is close to perfection.

"The urge to go find him and just beat the shit out of him is so strong right now." He exhales.

"Why? You have already expressed how much you don't like me and how I piss you off, many times." I giggle at his statement.

"Yeah but people like him piss me off more. " He says. I don't replay, instead, I rest my head on my knees and stare at him. His eyes are still looking forward. " And it's not that I don't like you."

"How did you know?"

"You told me about it the first time I saw you and I've seen it happening too many times." He says. I don't speak. I can't think of anything to say and I don't wanna overstep any boundaries by asking questions. "My father was abusive too," He breaks the silence. "He was an alcoholic. A piece of shit. It was only my mother at first but as the years went by he became violent towards me and my sister. I would fight him off as much as I could, but it would never end well. I remember begging my mother to leave him. 'I love him,' she would say. 'He said he won't do it again' "

He smiles at himself. "I was 17 and my sister 18 at the time. My dad came home drunk as usual. Me and Mia were in our room when we heard the sound of glass shattering. I rushed down the stairs and found a guy that I'd never seen before on top of my mother. He had his hands around her neck, choking her. Another guy was standing next to them, with a lamp in his hand and my dad laying on the floor." He clears his throat. "Um, long story short, he owed them a lot of money, and when he couldn't pay they came to find him. I did everything I could to protect my mother and sister but I was just a kid, I couldn't do much but I gave my sister enough time to call the police. My dad along with them ended up in jail." He finally turns to look at me. The emotion in his eyes is noticeable, for once. "It was supposed to end there." He continues. "We were finally free." A pause. "Until my sister started dating this guy."

I can feel my heart tighten, knowing where this is going.

"He was okay. Everything seemed okay, she looked happy so I didn't give it too much thought. They were dating for almost 2 years when they moved together. That's when shit started happening. We were dancing together ever since we were little so both of us decided to study dance naturally. We were practicing together every day so it wasn't easy for her to hide her body. Random bruises on her arms and legs started appearing, her mood started to change, she started skipping classes, and not going out with her friends." He shakes his head almost as if he's trying to shake the images out of his head. "She was this bright person, such a joy to be around. Always smiling." He smiled in such a sad way that my chest tightened. "When she came to practice one day with a bruise on her face, I put two and two together and completely lost it. I beat the shit out of him." He laughs a bitter laugh."She, of course, protected him. She pulled me away, and I yelled at her. I couldn't understand but I saw it in her eyes. She looked at me the way my mother looked at me whenever I would tell her to leave my dad." A pause "She was supposed to be better," His voice tightened, his tone a little louder. "I didn't understand. I still don't," He breathes. "I didn't speak to her for days, until one day she knocked at my door, late at night, crying hysterically." He takes a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and exhaled. "Turns out she was pregnant with that bastard's baby." He says and I suck a breath. He stays quiet, the silence makes what he said sink in more and more and I feel my heart break at his story.

"I was going to kill him." He looked at me. His face holds no expression but his eyes are swimming with emotions of all kinds. "For real, I was going to end him but she told me she left. She choose the baby over him and she left." I stare at him. That's all I can do honestly. What can I possibly say to him right now? His pain is all too familiar to mine. And I know that there's not much I can say.

"I understand," My voice comes out a bit louder than a whisper. " I understand.  I was supposed to be better too." I offer him a small smile.

He opens his mouth to say something but Jeongin bursts through the door before he has the chance to.

"Oh my god, there you are" He releases a breath, his hand over his heart. "You've been gone for over half an hour." I rise to my feet.

"I'm sorry." I apologise "I wasn't feeling that well. I think I drank too much." I quickly mask my face with a smile.

"You think?" He smirks and I push lightly at him.

"Smoke break?" He looks at Minho and I turn to look back at him as well. Any emotion that was there, has left Minho's face. His expression is entirely natural. Like our talk never happened.

"Yeah." He takes a lighter out of his pocket and lights again the cigarette that I forgot he was holding.

"You should come down, the party is crazy. " Jeongin says, excited and clearly drunk as well.

The corners of Minho's mouth lift a bit ."I'll be there in a few minutes." He reassures him and lets his eyes trail to me for a few seconds before focusing on his cigarette. Jeongin nods, grabs my hand, and leads me down the stairs and back into the room.

"Oh, by the way, Hyunjin has been throwing up nonstop and Felix is panicking."

"What?" I yell.

"Yep." Jeongin's mouth turns into a thin line. He leads me towards the bathroom, where I see Hyunjin with his head on the toilet and Felix leaning against the door frame, his fingers resting at the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.

"I left you for less than an hour." I run to Hyunjin's side. I sit down beside him, brushing some hair out of his face. His eyes are closed, head resting on top of his hand.

"Babysitting Hyunjin feels like my full-time job at this point." Felix jokes, frustration written in his voice.

"You can go back down, I'll take it from here."

He hesitates. "You sure?"

"Yes Felix, go have fun. I'll find him a place to sleep and I'll be down in a few." I reassure him.

"Alright, if anything happens come and get me." He says and basically runs down the stairs.

"Hyunjin? Are you awake?" I say lightly. No respond.

"We can put him in my bedroom if you want. " Jeongin scratches the back of his neck.

"Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah, sure" He shrugs and helps me lift Hyunjin. We walk just a few steps down the hall, into a bedroom, and gently drop Hyunjin on the bed. I scan the room, searching for a trashcan. I spot one under the desk, I place it beside the bed just in case he throws up again and turn him to his side before lowering the lights a bit.

"I'll come and check on him in a few. " I say as we make our way out of the room and down the stairs. The party is still going strong. I force myself to forget about Minho and what we talked about, by throwing myself back on the dance floor. The music gets louder and we get drunker. I lost count of the number of shots I've done, All I know is that I'm having a fucking great time. My body is on fire and my mind is numb. Unable to think, or panic. I move freely, I'm not thinking, I let the music guide my body and I let the alcohol take over my head. I spot chan coming out of the kitchen.

"Channie" I run to him, stumbling over my own feet. Thankfully, he catches me in his arms.

"Wow, you're really drunk." He laughs, helping me find my balance. I wrap my hands around his neck, refusing to let go.

"I've missed you so much" I slur.

"Okay, I know where this is going, and I don't want you to cry in front of everyone. How about we get you home?" His hand rests on my waist, as he leads me to the living room. Seungmin is sitting on the couch with Emma straddling his lap. They're making out as if their life depends on it. On the other couch, I spot Jisung and Minho talking.

"Em" Chan yells over the music, trying to get her attention. Her head snaps in our direction, breaking the kiss.

"She's drunk isn't she?" She sighs, a smile playing on her lips. I try to move away from Chan's grip but he won't let me

"I'm not drunk," I point my finger at her, trying to focus my eyes "I'm wasted." I smile.

Everyone laughs. Well, everyone except Minho.

"Okay, maybe we should get going." She climbs off of Seungmin's lap. "Where's Hyunjin?"

"Yeah, about that.." Chan trails off.

"He's blacked out drunk in Jeongin's room" Felix and Jeongin appear beside me, red cups in their hands.

"Jeongin," I squeal, as I break free from Chan's grip and run towards jeongin. "Let's dance." I attempt to grab his hand and drag him to the dance floor, but he sneaks a hand around my waist pulling me back, my back slamming into his front. I giggle.

"Nope," He laughs. "You've done enough dancing" I cross my hands and pout like a child. Felix laughs at my reaction.

" I haven't seen y/n drunk in so long, I've forgotten how funny she gets" he pats my head.

"I've not drunk Felix" I sigh dramatically, still in Jeongin's grip.

"I'm wasted," Chan and Emma say at the same time and everyone bursts into laughter. Everyone except Minho, again. I turn to look at him, and he's already looking at me. He's sitting on the couch, legs spread wide open, a red cup in his hand, and his head resting on the back of the couch. His free hand plays with his bottom lip and his eyes are focused on my figure, not moving. Not gonna lie, he looks hot. Minho is undeniably handsome. Something about his whole presence is attractive....until he opens his mouth. He can be a total ass. But right now he's not talking, he's simply staring at me, and he looks hot doing it.

"Wait, so if Hyunjin can't drive us back, how are we going to get home?" Emma's question breaks me from my thoughts.

"I can't drive, I've been drinking a lot" Felix giggles. His blonde hair is a mess and his cheeks look like they're on fire.

"I can drive." My hand goes up.

"No" jeongin brings my hand back down. I roll my eyes and rest my head against his chest. From the corner of my eyes, I see Minho lean forward. He places his elbows on his knees, the red cup now hanging from his hand between his legs. His eyes burn the side of my head.

"I can drive you," Jisung offers. "I've only been drinking water, all night"

"Yayyyy" I throw my hands in the air. Jisung flashes me a smile.

"Okay," Emma says and turns to Chan. "Please help me drag Hyunjin's drunk ass to the car." She stands from the couch and turns to Felix. "I'll grab all of our stuff, just take Y/n and Jisung to the car." She points a finger at him, her voice slow and loud as if she's explaining something to a child. Felix nods and takes me by the arm.

"I like them bossy." Seungmin wipes his lips with the back of his hand as his eyes follow Emma's back.

Jisung gets up from his spot beside Minho.

"Do you want me to come?" Minho looks up at him.

"No, I'll manage" He pats his back and Minho just nods.

"Okay then," He rubs his hands together. "Let's go kid." He says to me, placing a hand on my lower back, guiding me through the sweaty bodies, while Felix leads the way. Emma and Chan arrive at the car a few minutes after us, holding a very grumpy, half-asleep Hyunjin. Emma unlocks the car and gets into the passenger's seat while me, Hyunjin, and Felix get in the back. Hyunjin immediately lays his head on my lap, closing his eyes once again. Chan appears at my window.

"Text me when you guys get home, okay?" He says to Emma.

"Sure thing dad." She smiles at him.

"Goodnight Channie" I wave at him as Jisung starts the car.

"Bye." He waves back. I rest my head on the back of the seat, letting the cool air hit my face as my fingers run through Hyunjin's long blonde hair. Silence fills the car and my eyes begin to close until finally, sleep takes over me.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

A slight warning that this starts slightly lewd, but is overall fine for this account.

Anyways I did prommy the modern au breakup fic so here it is<3

Satoru belongs to @ha-ule-nalu

taglist: @cerasus--flores

Galin exhaled as they held onto the headboard, fingernails digging into the wood. They were lightheaded from the exertion, but their determination made up for it. The man beneath them was more akin to jelly than person as he tried desperately to catch his breath, his hands long having fallen from their hips to the mattress.

“That… Was..”

Satoru spoke through deep breaths, red eyes squeezed shut. The redhead laughed as they rolled off of him and onto the mattress beside him. They reached upwards, stretching their back and shoulders. His cheeks still tinted pink as he turned his head to open his eyes and look at them.

“And they were roommates…” Galin joked, dropping their arms to their stomach to also look at him properly. Satoru shook his head, smile apparent as he sat up instead. He brought a hand up to his head, moving his bangs from his face. They certainly had him seeing little onis, their experience at all that was definitely impressive.

He covered their face with a pillow as he got up and dealt with the setup to all this, protection thrown away in the trash. “Aww and I can’t watch?” Galin commented, muffled by the pillow they’d been gently smacked with.

“You just want to look at my ass.” 

“Yep!”

Satoru laughed as he grabbed his clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed to get dressed. Galin took the pillow off their face, hugging it to their chest instead. “Where’d you throw my shorts?” They questioned with a snicker as they watched him stand up again.

“No clue, want me to get you new ones?”

“Nah, it’s alright.”

Galin let go of the pillow to reach over and take his shirt from his hands. The half-oni shook his head and let them, he didn’t need a shirt. The redhead sat up in his bed, pulling the shirt over their head. It was large on them, covering everything important.

“The food we ordered should be here soon.”

“Smart setting it for later.”

“Isn’t that why you like me?”

Galin looked him up and down and hummed as they slid out of the bed. “Oh I like you for plenty of reasons! Mostly cause you pay rent on time though.” They teased him, only to squeak when he grabbed their waist and pulled them in close to him.

“Wanna do something super petty, apple?”

Their eyes lit up with glee as they nodded.

Before he could get any closer to their face, the doorbell rang. 

“Round two later, Sonic is here!”

Galin took off, quickly followed by their cotton candy friend who grabbed their wrist and tugged them behind him before they could open the door practically naked. 

“Go set up your tiktok account for me, I’ll get this.”

“Huh? Fiiiiine!”

Satoru waited for them to enter the living room before he opened the door to the apartment, leaning against the doorframe to talk to the delivery driver.

Galin gathered their phone from the kitchen before returning to the pink living room couch. They sat down, opening the requested app. Satoru joined them in the living room, placing the food on the coffee table to unpack.

He sat down beside them, bringing the coffee table closer to the couch. “Phone please~!?” He took their phone from them, he then sat forward, adjusting how the food looked on the table. With his free hand on their partially bare thigh, he took a quick video of their leg and the food.

“Whoring me out to the internet already? Wow! You just got broken up with, cherry blossom!”

Galin teased as they laid their head on his shoulder to watch him caption and tag the tiktok. 

‘two best friends just sharing a meal #aftercare’

Satoru posted it to their account with a smile, tossing their phone aside afterward. “What can I say?” He nudged their head with his. “I move quick.” It was all in lighthearted jest though, the breakup of his long term relationship would certainly hurt for a long time. But Galin had already been a godsend on just keeping his chin up.

They smiled as they leaned forward, grabbing what they had ordered along with the playstation controller. “Do you wanna keep watching Fringe with me?” They questioned as they turned the system on. Satoru nodded, getting comfortable on the couch as they set everything up.

[sugaroto]

Hazbin hotel x ouk crossover

I haven't thought this much, I just thought how some characters exist in both but my only example is Saint Peter

Ok wait, imagine Menippos, dying, and going to hell and he goes to the hotel to go to heaven-

Wait would that work? Gabriel kicked him out lots of times cause he's not a Christian

Well anyway maybe he went cause the rent is free(?) According to Angel at the pilot at least

Hermes and Charon went cause they missed their vacation boat and well its a hotel so it looks like vacation

Charon: this reminds me of home 🥰

Hermes: This shithole is nothing like the underworld

Ch: What would you know you didn't live there

H: oh yeah? Who was bringing the souls daily huh?! Χαραμισα τα νιάτα μου να πηγαίνοερχομαι σε αυτό το αχουρι

... Also he is the kind of person to try to make money out of some shady business so he could become an overlord by bullshiting around and getting souls

And then Charon ruins it stupidly

Oh also he probably goes on a journey to find his soul

BUT before that Alastor tries to make a deal with him for whatever reason not knowing Charon doesn't have a soul, so now whatever the deal was Charon wins and Alastor gets nothing in return

Maybe Charon, sad, tries to copy Hermes and buy some souls as well, "I don't even have a soul, why does he gets to have 25?" But he's pretty pathetic so no one want to sell their souls to him

Also, I feel like Cherri is his type, maybe he tries to flirt with her and she laughs at him

He then tries to take her soul (hey cherri would you give me your soul? I don't have one😭😭😭) but Cherri is smarter than him and he's desperate so it's like a deal that benefits Cherri like, bring me breakfast in bed and do whatever I say and when I want you give me my soul back and Charon is like ok

YAY I HAVE A SOUL GUYS GUESS WHAT I HAVE A SOUL I HAVE A SOUL

The guys call him stupid

Vaggie absolutely hates Menippos

At the start Nifty thinks the dark ripper is a bad guy and tries to get with him

She kicks him when she realizes he isn't

"Ouch! Why did I say ouch I dont feel pain" (he doesn't have muscles or something idk what he needs to feel pain)

It takes a moment for nifty to realize the bad guy is Hermes cause he looks good with his godly appearance or something

Menippos realized Angel dust is a porn star and tries to flirt with him thinking he's a girl and then starts questioning his sexuality when he realizes he's a guy

Hermes fancies Alastor cause he looks like a goat

When they realize what the hotel really is about and whats going on with heaven and hell one of them implies to bother Gabriel about it

And they text him on those I-gios(or what they were called) phones "can u let ppl in hvn??"

And he comes down cause that's how the phones work like "What the-... I mean, what does that mean?"

"ALSO WHY ARE YOU STILL BOTHERING ME HES DEAD AND YOURE STILL BOTHERING ME😭😭"

Gabriel didn't know about the extermination cause hes from a different universe and there's lot of paperwork so he's not sure how to get sinners into heaven but the more the better

This was not actually supposed to be a whole post, I just wanted to throw the peters in here yell crossover and leave, I suddenly had inspiration

[icy-watch]

And wowwwie. Because Azure isn't just like that with Wukong, but DBK too! Y'all need to learn how to be whumpy losers like Mackie over there and know when to give up /j it'll save you the pain. You're down bad for your original image of Wukong, but in all the wrong ways. You never really knew him. Azure would be great on call out and discourse twitter with the hot shots he thinks he's throwing about the whole situation with Princess Iron Fan and DBK deciding he doesn't want to rule the world now, just wants to be a family man. "Just another beast serving the will of the Monkey King." fr, even Mackie wasn't this obsessed when he was bothering MK with his ~ you're just like the hero~ helps that he changes his mind later and was less seething about it to begin with. Azure is like. "Wukong ruined my life." / srs, kind of hatred and is all "woe is us for what has become of our sworn brother." Speaking of people being obsessed with others. Why is Peng always talking about Macaque lmaooo. "That coward has tucked himself away where even I can't sniff him out." What makes you think he'd want to join? Probably heard you were looking. But Yeah, he's hanging out on FFM in some little cave area above where Wukong lives I think??? Was that place in the pilots, or was it the secret place we saw Wukong eating peaches that one episode?" Are they roommates with Mackie living rent free up there??? I gotta knoww pffff. But yo "sniff" y'know, Peng's VA suggested they might have a hate-crush on Mackie which is HILARIOUS. like, they only remember the one from before so that little fluffball??? that's the one you want???? what appeals to you, the fact past!Mackie is someone you can step on with those boots er talons? Ooh we just reached the sweet scene of MK and the baby monkey ugh I wuv them, and I see Mackie's cave has a nice view of the sun there ha-! and the lanterns I told you about!! sweet, those lanterns were also present during the Brotherhood dinner, 100% had to have been Mackie's design choice. its his trademark pretty much. There is logically no way Wukong just decided to leave them hanging in some random cave here too hence = bud totally lives here. We caught him sleeping here with baby monkey later XD awww. also his FACE when MK and friends drop in, he is SO proud of MK but will not say it. Also interesting eh? Monkie Gang share the opposite qualities of the Pilgrims. the ones they had to learn. the things that led to enlightenment. now they need to adopt the thing their ancestors had to let go of. but they also reject the destiny of being and doing things like their ancestors. this is part of the one thing that makes me ok with show! Tripitaka bc they're making the story more of the classic hero team journey personal growth thing by having Tripitaka learn THE MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP. we will see if I change my mind seeing the context of "Monkey! No violence!" Zhu Bajie becoming a "deeply caring and protective creature" cracks me up. He didn't achieve enlightenment and caused Wukong problems every step of the way when the Monk believed him every time. Like there's def some deeper representation and allegorical stuff there, but it escapes me atm. "The heart you have in abundance." was also pretty funny tho, bc Tripitaka represents the heart where Wukong is the mind. And Zhu and him were so often on the same page mmm. wonder if its on purpose.

I kinda wondered about Peng's obsession with Macaron too. It's possibly they have a lil bit of a crush on Mackie, but it's also possible that it's jealousy.

Oh, it's totally on purpose there.

[pushingdaisies1]

silly posting on main!,!!! >_<

Okay omg I know I don’t talk on here much but im alive and I have thoughts! My writing brain has kicked in for another interest and my idea is like jumping around like a little cockroach. Feedback sounds nice but it’s okay if there’s none of that because this is living in my head rent free and I’m trying to kick it out!! (Not rlly but yk.)

so I love mythic quest. Der duh as I’m posting this in the Mythic quest tag. I was introduced to the show through watching it’s always sunny of course. And now this idea about a Ian centric oc insert story is living inside of my head.

Okay , SO - take it back to when it all started. 2013 , characters a struggling artist who hit it big once after graduating with a fine arts degree. Probably having an online presence , they run an active blog. Posting their stuff , internet slooth if you will. I know they said something about Ian having an internet presence before MQ so stay with me here. Sharing similar interests , maybe playing into the one off story similarities of Doc and Bean - similar interests cause them to connect. Soon enough meet , kindle a sort of kinship and here comes casual!!

if I’m thinking about it all correctly, this would be at least around the same time Ian and Sharon split. Fresh from his divorce and ‘abandonment’ of his own son he’s like a fresh and searing piece of beef, and you decided to press your prongs into him. Soon incomes this under-wraps sort of casual deal. (I know there’s technically a art director but the guys barely around on screen and two creative directors became a thing) with the fact that Ian specifically spotted them out for their art , they were able to find a position. A high ranking position that basically caused them to be one of the biggest pillars of MQ itself. Yadda yadda secret relationship until issues start to come up. Ian and poppy’s relationship, context being platonic or not , is so rich. So co-dependent , destructive , but rich in man ways. Not to mention that Ian , even in his Ian-ness , isn’t the nicest tool in the shed either. As he can admittedly be Ian , also known as a scared little boy.

in short , it becomes the whole idea of twos a party three is a crowd. I don’t wanna drop the entire idea on here but that’s the basis of it. I want feedback, boo tomatoes or whatever. But it’s like I love Brad , BUT BUT there’s so many other good characters rich with personality to write for too in that show. Also , rob is just so rob<3

yap to me , throw tomatoes, I just want to hear thoughts. Also because mythic quest just deserves a lot more love in general. I wish a lot of people talked about the show more because so many amazing creative minds r involved. I say this as a it’s always sunny fan and an Ashley burch lover from her guest role on critical role. Anything with the gang tied to it will always be either a masterpiece or somewhat enjoyable.

done yapping , back in my cage I go.

(SRRY for tagging the it’s always sunny in Philadelphia tag instead of just mythic quest , I thought it made sense cause I mentioned it once or twice.)

[macawritesupdates]

Aww, modern a/b/o fic is so good. Yuuji's kind heart is lovely to read about. I want to know who hurt Sukuna, and am I allowed to attempt murder on his behalf? I'll fight, I won't win, but I'll fight damn it. Pack dynamics when written well are a favorite or mine I remember when I first read a/b/o and getting super disappointed by the way most authors wrote an animalistic society with complex non verbal communication and scent markings without actually doing anything at all with the concept. I like the trope best when people explore the deeper world building aspects instead of just going for the sex. The sex is fun to read, of course, but come on, there's so much more to explore here. For long fics at least, one shots don't have to go in depth. I just feel like a lot of the coolest concepts get shoved aside and ignored, so it's really nice to read your work and get some fun world building and a look into social dynamics and the like. It's interesting to see Sukuna trying to hide his dynamic a bit like someone has tried to make him ashamed. looks to me like someone has treated him awfully and he's internalized some sexism because of that. poor guy I wonder if he might be projecting on Yuuji a bit when he accused him of stalking, guilty conscience perhaps or is Yuuji living rent free in his head causing him to pay way more attention to him than a normal person which makes him feel like he's seeing Yuuji more than he really is. … ok I might be trying to dig too far into this man's head. we're only on chapter two, lol. The bullies were kinda funny to me obviously I hate that Yuuji's going through that shit but knowing he's so much stronger than them and that this fic is about him ending up with the world's toughest omega makes their comments kinda hilarious. That cute baby faced alpha is ten times the alpha you are, and the only reason you don't know that yet is he just so happens to have incredible self-control. I'm so proud of his self-control. Yuuji holding on to his convictions because he's a good person with morals, not a hormonal beast makes me happy. I kinda wonder how Sukuna must feel watching Yuuji not react with violence if he's used to awful alphas who throw their weight around and bully others for dominance. How must it feel to meet an alpha who could be top dog but chooses not to because he's a kind person. Yuuji does not equate the ability to hurt and rule over others with a person's value, which must seem so strange to Sukuna. Maybe at first it'll make him dislike Yuuji even as it draws him closer. How long before Yuuji's kind heart starts to make Sukuna feel safe, how long before he's willing to accept that safety? It takes strength to reach out a hand to someone who's hurting, but it also takes strength for someone in a bad situation to grab on to the offered hand and accept that life can be better. I hope Sukuna finds that strength within himself. It's a very different type of strength than what he's used to, but it's no less important even if society doesn't recognize it as such. Again, the little pack moments were very sweet, and Yuuji's family time was beautiful. I love my grandparents so much. I'm happy Yuuji gets time with his grandfather even though his health is failing. There's that love but the dark knowledge that you might not have much time left together hanging in the background like a spiritual bruise. I'm glad Choso is there so that Yuuji doesn't have to go through things alone. … I feel like I've typed out Yuuji's name fifty times today good lord haha. Ah man, well, thanks for the new chapter it was lovely. I can tell already that this will be a new favorite fic of mine!

I'm glad you are enjoying this fic! I also like when the world has more depths and uses the scents/marking/behavior in the concept of a society and world c: Just being super animalistic can be fun, but it would make it hard for individuals I think to fit in ; w ;

I love writing time for friendships too! This fic focuses a lot on not just the romance, but also the family relations and friendships as I have more cute family moments planned, especially in the next chapter! Part of the comfort in this is showing Yuuji has all theses good supports in his life....

Which is going to contrast more as it is revealed what type of situation Sukuna is in as the behaviors you are noting are all intentional little gives! Want to be subtle until the revela for sure!

Thank you for the long comment! It is much appreciated!

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Do you all know the "She used to be mine" song from Waitress musical? If not go and listen to it rn cause this idea is living in my mind rent free.

Basically I just imagine Dazai telling Atsushi about Chuuya, from when they were parnters back in mafia times. Gonna post lyrics here and show you that I am right ehe

Yeah so that would be an allusion to his time in PM me thinks (you can see it's gonna be real professional mhm)

So still about how he felt when he was in the mafia, and "I still remember that girl" is how he still remembers Chuuya lol

Yeah so all this stuff would be how he perceived Chuuya, and still does see him in that way. I think that those lines really does fit owo, cause Chuuya is in fact a mess of so many diffrent things, especially young one.

Do I need to elaborate? :,) Obv Chuuya is not gone, like dead, but he is removed from Dazai's life lol

I think it would be reference to Oda's death, all this situation with "carves out a person" which could symbolise how it left Dazai even more hollow. Also I like how "And its not what I asked for" could mean that Dazai never actually wanted to leave mafia, before Oda's death.

This one is tricky, cause the first part would definetly reference to ADA times, and how Dazai got them now. However, the second part idk doesn't really fit ig. I highly doubt that Dazai would change anything and trade ADA for rewriting ending, cause he accepted Oda's death, BUT maybe we can prentend the he would give it all away for Chuuya lmao

Just Chuuya description lol, reckless? Yeah. Gets hurt? Every time. Is still able to be so strong? Hell yeah.

Um, um, um. "Man who cant love"? Dazai ofc. "Life thats inside her"? Arahabaki :((

Yeah obv Arahabaki getting stronger, and I think Chuuya just in spite of him would try to live a little bit longer and fight back him. "Used to be mine" still Dazai longing :,)

You can interpretate it on your own, you get what I mean.

So yeah lol, I just needed to throw it out, I can't stop thinking about it, bye

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Hi hewwo hi you've activated the OC infodumping session!

Theres quite a few of them so I'll just throw the big deal ones at you as an introduction!

I will give a quick content warning for body horror and blood for some of the images. those are at the end when im showing off my favourite oc

First up are the main group from my original OC world, the very originals for my cast of many morons who run around in my head rent free 24/7 365

Aurora, Avry, Jessi, Lusikka, Amaris, and Wrath

Aurora was the first oc out of all of them! She started out as my fursona back when i was starting to be online regularly, now though im well past that since Arty borty here has well since become her own character rather than just me but furry

Aurora is a Fennec Lyotternx, otherwise known as a furred folk Chimera in the oc's world. It simply means both her parents were a mix of some form so she's roughly 1/3 fennec fox, 1/3 lynx and 1/3 otter. She come form a long line of furred folk who protect a large forested area outside of a small town called Cedar Creek. She's also a magic user! She uses Phytomancy - plant magic. Though she's not great at it.

Avry Rayne is in fact my daughter i love her so so so much she's great! one of The Big Three ocs who are constantly on my mind at any given moment (you'll see the other two soon). if I were to actually take the time to write anything out for this group of ocs she's probably the closest to a main character. In a setting full of furries, mythical creatures, modern day magic etc etc She got the short end of the stick. literally nothing magic or supernatural wise. She's just you're regular ol average person trying to survive fighting a literal demon of shadow taking over the world for her own amusement. She's got mommy issues and is head over heels for her best friend, Jessi.

Jessi is the resident shapeshifter which Ive done some worldbuilding on and posted about awhile back here and probably the most level headed of the three. She certainly has her head on straight more or less. She's strongly tied to dragons which are a critically endangered species in this world. Jess is part shapeshifter and part werecreature- specifically a weredragon. Due to the fact she can't control it, her shapechange on the fullmoon resembles more the wolfman style of werewolves than just a straight change to the animal itself. The fact she can't control it is one of her biggest fears and around the time of a full moon she'll run off deep into the forest to get as far away from humanity as possible, hoping to lessen the chance of the weredragon hunting anyone she cares about.

Amaris is the shadow demon who is causing problems on purpose for fun. She revels in chaos and wants to see the world turn to absolute madness. in this world she is the source of all your sleep paralysis demon stories. She's actually an entity from another dimension who was cast out for an attempted hostile takeover of her home realm. She has complete control over shadows, to the extent that she has her own sort of backrooms esque shadow passages she uses to get around quickly. So long as she can fit through a shadow she can essentially teleport through it. Its not that hard for her to fit through things though. the small stature of 4'9" helps a bit.

Wrath meanwhile is whats known as an Incarnate. Incarnates are the physical manifestation of concepts and ideas. So like how we imagine Death as a skeleton in black robes with a scythe would be considered an incarnate in this world. There's only one of Each emotion and as we can guess, Wrath is anger incarnate. She's found herself working with Amaris to help spread chaos and destruction around the world after the shadow demon broke her free of her confinement by the Emotion Manifestation Obtainment organization (E.M.O for short) Wrath is a living weapon essentially and can't die so long as something out there can experience anger. Her limbs can shapeshift into any melee weapon and she gets stronger the more things around her experience her emotion. This can backfire though and she can get overloaded with anger and quite literally explode, having to reform her physical body at a later point.

Lusikka is a petty thief who has a lot of issues. She's an orphan who took to shoplifting for attention and well turned out she got really good at it. She's the leader of a group known as the silverware trio and uses a giant spoon to fight with, as silly as that sounds. She and the other two (Forcella and Kiridashi) started as a team of supervillians in their own world where they had a rogues gallery of food themed heroes who kept trying to foil their plans. This is where Lusi's dislike for tacos comes from. Now its just because she can't handle spice at all. She gets better and ends up with a wife and kids and she loves them so very much.

She still can't stand Avry being obnoxious though. something something shortest temper imaginable.

moving on from that setting,

BLAIR! Blair Daniels-Anderson my beloved! Another one of The Big Three who are ever present. She's my far cry 5 player character and she has like the most stereotypically country song background story imaginable. its fitting for her and her terminal yeehaw brainworms.

Anyways, Blair's first wife divorces her, takes the house and the car and here she is planning to move back home to Calgary to pick up the pieces and then she gets stuck dealing with a religious cult and stuck in hope county Montana where she continues to have a bad time alongside @rainydaze-rhys 's OC Rook. (Rhys if you're reading this hi hewwo hi bestie!)

I Love the wives very much

and of course, we have the scifi setting thats also created with Rainydaze. while theres a spaceship crew of 12 and six of them are mine, you'll find that THE BLORBO of all time resides here.

Meet Colby! I love her, she has many much issues and is named after 3 different cheeses!

yes THIS is the one that has my brain in a chokehold. she is the one who's CONSTANTLY being rotated in the brain like a rotisserie chicken.

Colby grew up on Saturn's moon Titan dreaming of being able to see the universe. She joins the MIRA crewmate system and works on the Skeld ship as the ship's cook. They end up infected with a symbiotic alien parasite that shows up as all kinds of body horror on them. They're inspired by The Thing from the movie... well... The THING.

so like Colby gets their want to explore the universe but it comes at the cost of being permanently infested with an alien parasite that can and will do anything to make sure it and its host survive, which includes eating people. of course the crew has a medical scanner for respawning purposes so they're fine. but there sure do be a LOT of murdering from everyone on this ship.

She also ends up dating the ships medical AI who is an evil scientist and i love her very much also. incredibly normal about both Colby and their GF, Micah, who belongs to Rainydaze-Rhys.

heres more art of the blorbo of all time!!!

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