#honestly its just been getting worse and worse and it feels like this trip might be my catalyst

[sevs-corner]

Back to more ideas on Tf 141: Mafia AU!

(Im world building rn + epilogue/ extra scene to the 1st Chapter)

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So I was thinking how, the relationship would build between the 5 (Tf 141 and reader) naturally, ‘cause I want the story to build off of like small interactions and one shots but sometimes have like, coherent chapters in between to stabilize the “plot” per se.

(Im rusty with my writing skills and I kinda dont edit, ‘cause this is just practice for me but still lmao)

And I want it to be something gradual (just call it slow burn, they say) and I know I write interactions in a slow kinda way where it bounces back and forth from person to person, showing the reader’s perspective then subtly shifting to the character’s perspective— but I think I want to experiment into that, focusing more on dialogue and conversational exchanges that shows how close their relationship has gotten.

For ex, I was thinking how Soap was still wary of reader in the first chap- not as affectionate as he is with his mates right off the bat, he’s wary and it comes naturally in his line off work. You’re an oddity sure, but its not like he’ll put down his walls for you (yet). His speech is rough and clipped, not wanting to reveal much but letting you be privy to the information he can provide- in the mean time anyways.

Yet , at the same time, I want to show his attraction—

He’s enamored and has (maybe) a little crush, but who wouldn’t when you’re so pretty? Sitting there in the room where they grew up, blanket lazily draped across your form as your barely awake self tries to wake up on his bed, hair poking out in all sorts of places, drool dried at the side of your mouth but damn did he think you were a fresh sight to see in this city.

Maybe you were seducing him? Or was it the allure of the domesticity that was lacking in their relationship? He puts those thoughts to the back of his head ‘till he waits for the news of that meeting he was left out of last night- he feels its important when checking out who you really are.

They can’t afford to be careless, but on the other hand- you kinda were, when you first met them unfortunately, that is. Absent-minded and clumsy, that was what he thought of you as he stared at your tripped up self, sadly sitting in a puddle in pain. You were pale, shivering, and simply a mess.

Honestly, the more that he thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense to treat you like a threat. Well, at least not an active one at that. You could have been having an off day as a spy or an assassin, but if it were him— he wouldn’t be caught slacking like that in public, whether people knew him or of his occupation either way.

He could even see how you lowered your guard! Jeez, you should be more careful- especially with people like him and his mates- if you’re new to the place. He thinks you might be a lil’ looney for going to this place, especially that part of the city when all of its occupants know that it was mostly a dangerous area to get in to and stay at.

As the neutral hub for all of the mafioso around the cities, it is the one place for regular folks not to get involved in. (Unless you want to meet them of course, but he doubts that was your intention… or, shit- it could have been, considering how Price found something on you.)

Now he thinks of you as a potential client, which makes him feel worse of how off-handedly he treated you.

He knew he was gettin’ an ass kickin’ from Ghost if you were, surely.

Alas, what done has been done- at least you still treated him normally as he left, so he thinks he left a good impression.

Though, that wasn’t at the forefront of your mind right now.

Quite literally, you were being worked to the bone for information from the old Italian couple that helped you stay at their lodgings at the 2nd floor of their bakery.

“‘It’ll help un-fuck my week,’ they said but all gave me was a hope that my minimum wage self has to fight for as they get free labor in return!”

But you don’t dare say that, knowing you were speaking out of turn and out of misplaced anger so you keep your mouth shut- cleaning up the bakery for the opening in the morning.

The couple was sweet, but they were also strict, telling you that “you should move your arse so you can sweat off the sick!” Which… you didn’t want to make sense off so you just nodded, asking if that was the compensation for the information of finding your place, and they agreed. On the stipulation that you work and do all the chores on the list they handed you, making you gape and about to ask for a little consideration— but they quickly disappear, out of sight and out of mind, they say.

And you think that was better before you started mouthing off, not get anything, and then end up lost once more— which you wanted to avoid at all costs so you did sweat off the sick.

Albeit, you looked worse for wear.

Which Ghost bluntly points out as you waited their table.

…let’s just say that it was an overtime work-shift that you didn’t get money for and old italian people were slave drivers.

(yes, i made the love-hate relationship start with nonna and nonno)

[ddejavvu]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE can we get reader being harassed by some guy in an alleyway and hotch is walking by with the team (perhaps going to get drinks after wrapping up a case) AND HE LIKE STEPS IN AND THREATENS THE GUY?? MAYBE EVEN FLASHES HIS BADGE OR SM. Basically I'm thirsty for some protective!hotch <3

You're reminded of how unpredictable life can be when you're yanked backwards unexpectedly, tugged into the darkness of a shadowed alley between two buildings. Five seconds before you'd been thinking about dinner, and now you're not sure you'll live to see another meal.

"Cash," The man grunts, his mouth pressed to your ear as his arm cuts tight around your neck, "I need cash."

"My- my bag," You whimper, frozen stiff in fear and rendered useless, "I- I don't have much, but you- you can take it."

He throws you forwards, ripping your bag off of your shoulder in one fluid motion. He rifles through it while you relearn the art of breathing, but before he can pull your measly collection of bills from the inside pocket of your wallet, there's a gun over your shoulder pointed at his head.

For a moment, you're so dazed that you honestly think you might be holding it. But you don't have a gun, and your wrist doesn't have the dark, wiry hair on it that you see beneath a grey sleeve of whoever's got the weapon.

"Drop the purse, and the knife." A voice booms through the alleyway, deep and firm. If it was directed at you, you'd spook like a horse, and your assailant looks properly terrified.

"It's just a little cash, man," Your attacker tries, "I- I know her! She's my girlfriend."

Your savior knows he's lying before you shake your head vigorously, but you do it anyways, because sitting there and doing nothing feels wrong.

"You've already assaulted someone in front of a federal agent, don't make it worse for yourself by lying about it, too. You're lucky I don't have my cuffs with me or I'd haul you into the back of my SUV and take you down to the station right now. Instead, you're going to drop the purse, and the weapon, and run as fast as you can, because the more time you sit there and let me look at you, the better my chances are of describing you to a sketch artist and placing a warrant out for your arrest."

By the middle of the man's speech, your attacker is trembling just as much as you are. He drops your bag and his knife on command, barely avoiding tripping over the edge of the gutter drain as he flees the scene.

As soon as the gun isn't necessary anymore, the man behind you stashes it in a holster, but you can't see, your back feels permanently adhered to the wall you'd backed up against.

"You're okay," The man assures you, and his voice is much more soothing at a softer tone. He bends to gather your purse, tucking a tube of chapstick back into its confines before holding it out as a peace offering to you.

"He's gone," He promises, ducking down where your eyes are stuck to peer worriedly at you. He has a handsome face, but it's pinched in concern, big brown eyes dripping with care, "And I will put that warrant out for his arrest. Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

"No," You breathe, still pressed to the wall even as you shake your head, "No, he- Thank you, I- I don't know what I would have done without you."

"I usually show up to these things a little late," He grimaces, dropping your purse back down to his side and holding out an empty hand instead, "Can I help you get where you were going?"

"Home." You mutter, "I was- I was going home. After work."

"I can drive you there, if you'd like." He offers, pleased when you reach out with a shaky hand to take his own, "Or we can walk, whichever you prefer. I just want to make sure nothing else happens."

"Um, I- I can pay for a ride. Here," You take your purse back, tugging a bill out that you're lucky to still possess, "If- it's just down the street, if you really don't mind."

"Keep it," He pushes your hand back towards your purse, "I just stopped a guy from taking your money, I'm not gonna do the same. My car's right outside, okay? Let me help you there. And- uh," He rifles through his jacket, "I wasn't lying about being an agent." He showcases a black-covered badge, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner written in bold lettering beneath his name, "You'll be safe with me."

"Okay," You nod, accepting the hand that he holds your arm with to ease you off of the wall and onto your shaky legs, "Uh, thank you, Agent- Hotchner."

"No need." He murmurs, eyes scanning the crowd to make sure there's no sign of your assailant, "Let's just get you home safe, honey."

[bri-cheeses]

| June 4th | Prompt: Love | Word count: 815 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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“Gather round, everyone!” Slughorn called out cheerfully, herding students towards the cauldron at the front of the classroom. “Today we will be brewing one of the most famous potions in history. Can anyone tell me what this potion we have here is?”

Barty barely resisted rolling his eyes as some Ravenclaw eagerly answered the question, looking way too proud of herself for getting it right. Really, anyone with eyes could tell what the potion was, especially with the way Slughorn had introduced it to the class—amortentia, of course, the potion of love.

Slughorn went on and on about the potion and its history, which, frankly, no one cared about, then finally told everyone to find another partner and start brewing.

Naturally, he and Evan immediately latched onto each other. Next to them, Dorcas, Regulus, and Pandora set up their own station and hunted for ingredients.

But despite having been paired with his friends, the next two periods were torture for Barty. True, pure, unrelenting torture. The fumes from the cauldron rose up and gave him a headache—and the incessant giggling going on in the classroom did not help with the pain pounding in skull. In addition to this, the fires the students all had lit in order to make their potions caused the room to overheat to a miserable temperature.

Honestly, Barty felt as though he were being cooked alive.

Things only got worse once they were done brewing. The pale pink liquid sat in his and Evan’s cauldron, taunting Barty with curiosity and fear of what it might smell like. He had actually been breathing through his mouth for the past couple of minutes, not wanting to get a whiff before he absolutely had to.

Next to him, Evan didn’t look like he was in much better shape. Somewhere between the start of class and now, he had unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows, displaying his strong forearms. He was clearly overheated based on the pink coloring his cheeks, and he was staring at the cauldron like it had personally offended him. Barty could see that he was breathing through his mouth, too.

“Alright, everyone, take a step up to your potions! And make sure to get a nice, deep smell!” Slughorn chuckled, and a murmur spread through the classroom.

Barty glanced at Evan.

“You wanna go first?” Barty asked.

Evan grimaced slightly, then took a hesitant step towards the cauldron, and Barty watched him closely as he breathed in. His eyes fluttered closed as the various smells hit him, his long lashes ghosting over his skin.

“What do you smell?” Barty questioned, extremely curious as to what Evan would smell in a love potion.

“Snow,” he said, eyes still closed. “Vanilla, the ocean, and—” he faltered. His eyes opened, then blinked as if he were trying to reset.

“And what?”

“Nothing,” Evan muttered. “Your turn.”

Barty gave him an odd look, not failing to notice the way Evan’s had paled since smelling the potion. He didn’t comment on it, however, as a tight ball of nerves gathered in his stomach.

He leaned over the cauldron. That pink liquid was still taunting him, playing some sort of cruel joke.

Might as well get it over with, though.

So, steeling himself, Barty breathed in.

Campfire smoke. Pumpkin pie. The smell of rain.

Roses.

Barty stumbled back, legs tripping over each other in his haste to get away. Evan wordlessly caught him and helped him find his balance, but Barty shrugged his touch off.

“What did you smell there, Crouch?” Regulus asked from where he and the others had been brewing their potion.

Barty looked over. An amused look lingered on Regulus’s face, having apparently watched the entire thing, and Barty had the feeling that Regulus knew exactly what he had smelled.

“Nothing,” he said shortly. “Just usual things. Smoke, pie, the like.”

“Smell anything else?” Pandora inquired innocently from beside Regulus.

Really? Her, too?

“No. That was it,” Barty snapped, turning back to Evan, who was looking at him with an assessing look, his head tilted.

“What?” Barty asked.

“Nothing,” he responded, going to gather his things.

“‘Nothing,” Dorcas echoed softly from behind them. It was quiet enough that Barty got the impression it wasn’t meant for his or Evan’s ears, so naturally, he strained to listen. Next to him, he could tell that Evan was doing the exact same thing.

“They both keep saying that,” Dorcas continued, still whispering, “but they do realize we’re not as oblivious as they are, right?”

Barty and Evan looked at each other in confusion at their friend’s words.

“Do you know what she’s talking about?” Evan asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Barty shook his head. “No idea. But we’ll get to the bottom of it, won’t we?”

A grin spread across Evan’s face. Barty loved it when that happened.

“That we will, Crouch. That we will.”

[jwanniie]

That soyeon fic was so good I love your works sm 🥹 I’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now but can you do reader asking stepsis soyeon how to eat pussy properly and sy just eating her out on her bed?

Aww, thank you so much love! I really appreciate that!!💋🤭

Pairings: Stepsis Soyeon x fem reader!

Warning: pussy eating, cum eating, reader gets caught masturbating, Soyeon smokes, drinks etc… , stepsis x stepsis, fuck girl Soyeon, not proofread, typos, fingering,Oral, and just pure smut!!

Word count:1k (1,047)

Jwans note: I’m sorry babe! I posted this late😭 hope you still enjoy!!😘

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Whatever the fuck you are feeling for your stepsister soyeon wasn’t something normal to feel. As soon as Soyeon walked into your life, you couldn’t help but drool at her.

To say she was unbelievably hot was an understatement. The way she took the joint between her fingers while blowing the steam off her lungs never failed to make your panties drenched. Or the way the smoke found its way to your nose, intoxicating you.

Her room always smelled like weed, cigarettes and alcohol, three things that ruined humans health but managed to make them feel the way too good but short euphorias. You honestly never liked the smell of this combination or even found anyone who smoked attractive, it was a big turn off for you. But the way this jumped out of the window as soon as you saw soyeon was crazy. It was only Soyeon who looked hot doing it.

One thing you disliked about Soyeon was the chicks that went in and out of her room every day. They went inside with a little to no clothing and came out with one of her oversized shirts early in the morning, their hair open and their nipples pattern visible.

Now you might wonder, where was your parents? Your father and her mom met at their workplace, and since the wedding day they have been occupied with work and trips. So you meet them once every few months and Soyeon has all of the chances to be as rebellious as she wants. The jealousy would linger inside you every night, the way her bed was right against your bed, just a thin wall between it, you could hear every little noise those girls let out, how good Soyeon was fucking them.

You wished she could look at you the way she looked at those random chicks that visited every night, or maybe no, you don’t want to be a one night thing, you wanted her to actually feel something for you. Not just her stepsister who she can fuck with when she’s feeling extra freaky.

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You were laying flat against the soft cushioned surface while your fingers worked messily inside you. You huff in frustration, your fingers not giving you the satisfaction you desperately need. You tightly shut your eyes imagining Soyeon eating you out while her fingers worked inside you, your own hand found your cunt again and the scenario in your head and your fingers making it more pleasurable.

The scene that was playing in your head worked effectively and the knot in your stomach was soon untightening, your digits continued working sloppily and you started ranting Soyeons name continuosly.

"If you wanted me this bad you could have just asked princess!" Your eyes quickly opened and the embarrassment washes over you, your fingers never stopping nonethless. Without realizing your juices spill out of your hole, wetting the bedsheets and now the embarrassment is 10x worse. Wasn´t she supposed to be out with her friends?

You look everywhere but her face. Wanting to miss the shit eating grin. Her figure was leaning on the door frame. Her eyes were looking at you amused and the cigarette between her index and middle finger. The only thing you can smell now is the strangely arousing smoke smell. Slowly washing the shame away off your mind.

She walks towards your shivering frame, sitting at the edge of the bed, her eyes studying your features. "You have not been taken care of, and im here to make you feel so good, Princess!" she cups your face, her lust but tired filled eyes looking at your embarrased ones.

The ciggarette was at this point already wasted and she throws it somewhere deep in your room. She gently nudges your shoulder back, making you lay back. Your head deep into the pillows. She tries to position herself between your legs but you were quick to close them, feeling shy at someone seeing you this close.

“Open your legs for me baby. I want to take care of you!” She gripped your knees before spreading your legs apart. The sight in front of her got her head spinning. The excitement rushes through her body and without a warning, her tongue lays flat against your swollen clit. A shiver runs down your spine and you try to close your legs around her head. The pleasure too much. Her hand travels from your knees to grip your inner thighs, her strength making you unable to even move.

Her tongue starts lapping your clit while her other hand start to tease your hole. Spreading your gummy walls apart or thrusting inside to only pull out quickly. Her fingers leave your pussy and her tongue starts thrusting inside you. Your head sinks deeper into the pillow while you suck a deep breath in, your hand found her hair, tugging on it gently.

“F-fuck Soyeonie I want to know how to eat a pussy properly like y-you.” You managed to blurt out, she looks up at you with a big smug expression.

“I will show you how to eat a pussy properly baby!”

She dives back into your cunt, sucking on your aching bud harshly while her fingers started pounding your pussy again, curling them deep and slow. Hitting all of the spots that had you weak. The squelching and lewd sounds encouraging her to do better and your high pitched moans making her hump your bed, wanting some friction.

You raised your head up looking at what was happening. The sight was so fucking hot, better than what you have dreamed off, she was way too good, eating you like a starved woman.

She picked up her pace, now rough and fast, her long slender fingers managing to hit your g-spot effortlessly. You soon were over the edge and your cum covered her face, she licked you clean. The way your pussy was clenching and unclenching around her tongue only made her to go harder before letting you rest.

“You did so good for me baby.” Her thumb now caressed your cheeks while kissing the top of your head.

“Now it’s my turn to make you feel good!” You slid between her legs before copying everything she did to you, trying to make her feel good.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

John getting drunk Santino home (Santino tripped over his own feet)

Hiiiii :3 This really veered off of the prompt aaaaaa it's not exactly the same thing, but it is filled with DRAMA!

(Also, this picture is pure gold. I think it’s saved on my Pinterest in like three places and it makes me feel something every time I see it.)

🖤💙 Walking Home 💙🖤

TW: alcohol, arguing

It was a brilliantly clear night in the streets of Rome. The cobblestones were scattered with flecks of golden lamplight and the moon perched its yellow hemisphere low on the horizon, echoing the distant domes of cathedrals. But John Wick had rarely felt his heart sit so heavily in his chest.

The evening had started off well enough. It was the third day of a getaway to Rome, which John had requested in an effort to keep Santino from working himself to death, and which Santino had agreed to because he never missed an excuse to pamper his “little guard dog”. After sleeping in and spending the day exploring museums and old shops, they’d finally ended up in a gorgeous restaurant and bar that John would never have noticed if Santino hadn’t been familiar with the area. It was there that the waiter mistook them for a married couple. John turned the same color as the tomato passata and said he thought that was very sweet. That he could picture it.

Santino disagreed. “What, you want to settle down and get married? Be serious, John.”

“And you don’t?”

He scoffed. “Me? Married? I can’t imagine a worse life, honestly. Well, I might have to marry for an alliance one day, but - ”

“You’re telling me you don’t see a future for us?”

And from there, things…escalated.

John had stormed out and found himself walking, weaving through crooked streets without really seeing them, replaying the memories of their argument over and over in his head. He winced again, thinking of the look on Santino’s face at the idea of marriage. It stabbed him right in the heart every time, to think that growing old together disgusted Santino so much. But why should he be surprised? He was just a killer, and Santino was a prince.

He found his footsteps heading for the Continental, since he had no intention of returning to the D’Antonio estate that night. Clearly this was the end of things between them. Why did he let himself get so attached in the first place? He was on a narrow, residential street that slanted downwards sharply enough to give him sight of rooftops stretching away, and to see that he was completely alone. He stopped, fought with himself for half a moment…but if he was going to break down anywhere, it might as well be here. He slumped forward into his hands and just let himself cry.

It was then that he heard someone calling his name.

“John, che - che cazzo ci fai qui? Stronzo. Devi seguirmi. [John – what the – what the fuck are you doing here? You asshole. You must be following me.]”

He opened his eyes to see the small, lithe figure that had emerged from some side street, dark curls glowing in the lamplight. He bristled and tried to wipe at his face before Santino could see anything. “I did NOT – “ but he stopped short. Something didn’t seem right about the way Santino was moving. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am! Me and the pinot grigio made our own fun without you. We even invited the whiskey. What do…wait…are you okay?” Santino had reached him by this point and absently patted a hand against his cheek, feeling tears.

“Hey, stop it…” But John could smell the alcohol on his breath. Both anger and hurt had instantly drowned in concern.  “You’re drunk.”

“You’re crying. Don’t cry…” Santino was clingy in this state, his arms wrapping around John’s neck and his forehead butting into his chest. John didn’t know what to do with himself. The impulse was to hug him back but after the way they’d fought, he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

“Why do you care? I thought…” I thought we were broken up… “You know what, never mind. What are you doing out here? Where’s Ares?”

He pushed off of John’s chest again and stumbled a few steps. “I told her to leave me alone! Just…wanna go home…I think it was that way…” Home was not, in fact, that way.

John shuddered at the thought of the perils inherent in an important, highly recognizable man like Santino wandering unguarded through the streets, too drunk to defend himself. Guilt settled deep in his stomach. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that.” He fell into step with Santino, his eyes glued to him with concern and an arm hovering behind his back in case he lost balance. “The Continental is near here. We’ll go there, get a car, find Ares. Okay?”

Santino waved a hand dismissively but he couldn’t carry the gesture at all right now. “Don’t…don’t hover! I can walk.” His shoe hit an odd cobblestone and at that steep angle, it sent him reeling forward. John caught him around the waist before he could go down. He waited to be pushed away but Santino just leaned against him, and this time John couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around him. He felt so damn confused, but at least he’d rather be uncertain they were broken up than certain of it.

As if in answer to his thoughts, Santino let his weight fall against him even harder, pushing him back against a lamppost, and slurred, “Non posso essere quello che vuoi, John. Non sono... semplice. Pensi che potrei essere un marito? Guardami. Un litigio e... [I can’t be wha- you want, John. I’m not…simple. You think I could be a husband? Look at me. One fight and…]” He waved an arm across his dishevelment.

John opened his mouth to insist that he'd be a beautiful husband, even like this, but he still wasn’t done. “Vuoi che sia gentile e normale e non lo sono, ok? Sono un mostro, John. Non voglio sposarmi e vivere in qualche piccolo sobborgo a cuocere biscotti. Voglio metterti in mostra davanti alla Tavola Alta e poi sputargli in faccia. Sputare... sputare proiettili in faccia. Voglio scoparti finché... finché non sarò morto e ti amerò oltre la tomba. [You want me to be gentle and normal and I’m not, okay? I am a freak, John. I don’t want to get married and live in some little suburb baking cookies. I want to show you off in front of the High Table and then spit in their faces. Spit…spit bullets in their faces. I want to fuck you until…until I’m dead and love you beyond the grave.]”

John exhaled helplessly, beyond the powers of speech. He tipped his head back for a moment, eyes fixed on the vast chasm between the stars in a way that made him feel like he was falling upward for infinity. His hands were curled around Santino’s arm almost painfully, twisting the fabric. As soon as he found his tongue again, “È quello che voglio. Non mi interessa un pezzo di carta. E non mi interessa dove viviamo o se facciamo parte della Tavola. Non mi interessa nemmeno se avremo mai pace. Voglio TE. [That’s what I want. I don’t care about a piece of paper. And I don’t care where we live or whether we’re a part of the Table. I don’t even care if we ever have peace. I want YOU.]”

“Allora... di che cazzo stiamo discutendo? [Then…what the fuck are we arguing about?]”

John wasn’t sure which one of them started laughing first, but it wound up with lips and teeth pressed together, and Santino tugging hard on his lapels. And it ended with their gazes locked together, two stupidly sweet smiles matching the big “D” of the half moon.

He pulled Santino’s arm over his shoulder and started walking. “Come on. I’m taking you home.”

[tiredcatboysinc]

This hotel fucking sucks, dude

HERE'S ANOTHER ALLAN FIC OKAY BYE IT'S LITERALLY 4 AM AND I NEED TO MAKE MORE CONTENT OF ALLAN (」°ﾛ°)｣

ao3

The hotel was paid off as a business expense, as this was considered a ‘business trip’. You hadn’t expected Mr. Boss to get anything fancy, but you’d settle for sleepable. You’d at least expected him to book enough separate rooms for the 5 of you, but that didn’t happen. There always had to be an issue, just a ‘tenny tiny’ problem as Mr. Boss put it. 

According to him, the hotel had an error when booking the rooms, something within their system or some horseshit like that, and they were already booked to capacity when you arrived. So, now there were only 4 rooms instead of 5. Everyone knew what that meant, someone was going to have to share a room; and by proxy a bed. Of course, Glep opted out immediately. None of you were too surprised, they always claimed a single room by themselves whenever possible.

You, Charlie, Pim, and Allan all exchanged glances for a brief moment. Charlie glanced at Pim, Pim glancing back. In a swift movement, they both shouted “Noses goes!” and touched their noses. Allan and you flinched, Allan sighing with embarrassment. He grumbled, now fully aware of the situation he had gotten himself into.

With the day prior being filled with shenanigans, both enjoyable and exhausting, your aching body begged for rest. You hadn't remembered much of this morning, the arrangements being reminded once the room was in sight. A sharp pain of embarrassment struck your heart, making you grumble as you stood outside the hotel room. Already your cheeks had flushed.

You recalled a day a few weeks ago, something about coffee… The memory subconsciously had been worming its way into your brain since this morning, specifically the bit where you had placed just the smallest kiss on Allan’s cheek. Ah, fuck. 

Honestly, you had almost forgotten about that. How is it you remembered to get Allan coffee but not the reason behind it? Mentally you kick yourself, your face burning as bright as the fucking sun. Dammit, shit, that’s got to be why Allan has been more fidgety around you lately. 

You felt more embarrassed than ever, how did you get the guy you have a crush on also has a crush on you?? And you kissed him???? Sure, it was on the cheek but still… That’s kinda a big step, especially when you’re not even dating.

Okay, get yourself together!! You’ve been standing outside this damn hotel room for like… 5 minutes or something, you’ve gotta get your act together dammit! 

Your hand now hovers over the room door, your breath unsteady as you cautiously open it…

The room was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the AC and Allan muttering to himself. Speak of which, what was he muttering? “...Stupid… Coworkers… All of them…” He grumbled in an annoyed tone, pulling at the knot that held his tie to his body. Allan continued grumbling, unaware you had stepped into the room. “I could have argued with them, I guess… but there wouldn’t have been a point…” He sits on the edge of the bed, brushing out the sheets beforehand. 

From the angle you were at you couldn’t see his face every well, just a sliver of how tightly his brows were tight together… and how his cheeks seemed to hold a blush. He went on grumbling, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. “It’s not… ugh..” He sighs “It’s not the end of the world, It could be worse…” Allan drops his volume, like he’s hyperaware that someone is listening. That might just be his paranoia, though, who’s to tell?

He rests his lower face in his palm, covering his mouth. The blush seemed to spread over his face, deepening ever so slightly as he sighed and closed his eyes. “At least… I enjoy being around him the most…” He grunts, flinching at his own words. All in a second Allan becomes far too aware of his embarrassment, beginning to feel like someone was staring at him… Of course, you were right behind him.

A large grin had spread over your face, the embarrassment replaced with a sense of pride. You giggle softly, the sound flowing eerily to Allan. He freezes in place almost instantly, knowing he’s done it again. How did he always do this, he wonders. If he had a nickel for every time he’s accidentally confessed he had a crush on you he’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it's weird that it happened twice right? 

Allan doesn’t even turn around, he just lowers his head into his hands in grumbles with embarrassment. “Goddammit.” He grunts into his palms, borderline shaking with embarrassment. Softly, you smile. Maybe you won’t be so mean to him this time, it’s the least you can do. 

Sitting beside him you place a hand on his back, patting gently in hopes he’ll look at you. “Hey, dude, it’s okay.” You chuckle warmly, leaning forward slightly over your knees to be comfortable. In truth, you knew Allan wasn’t going to budge. With the way that he was grumbling incoherently to himself, not the mention how warm he was, he wasn’t moving unless you were really convincing… or just flat-out forced him. Your fingers move in soothing circles, palm dragging in a short motion to extenuate them. You sigh, furrowing your brows with a small pout. Allan wasn’t budging, we’ve already established that. His grumbles had died down slightly, now he only made soft mutters. So, the soft touches seemed to be working… A hum leaves you, an idea popping into your head. 

Quickly, you wrap both arms around Allan’s waist. He flinched in surprise, finally raising his head to locate where you were. His head turns back, seeing you were behind him. A large smile graced your lips as you moved, tugging Allan with ease into your lap while you rested on the pillows. Allan fidgets anxiously, unsure of how to sit or where to put his hands. His hands hover over where yours lay, wrapped securely around his waist and resting on his stomach. Your chin sat on his shoulder, an easy spot to observe how flustered and nervous he was. 

You giggle softly, removing a hand to take one of Allan’s. “Hey, it’s okay.” You muttered, interlocking both of your fingers. “I don’t bite… Promise.” Allan scoffs at that, turning his head away. As he turned away you swore you saw a glimpse of a smile, making you hum delightfully. 

Reassuringly, you squeeze his hand. Your thumb rubs his knuckles, the soft gesture visibly calming him. The two of you sat silently for a while, Allan slowly becoming more relaxed as the minutes passed. 

His head rested against your shoulder, eyes just barely open as he glanced over at you. You on the other hand were already fast asleep, face nuzzled into Allan’s neck comfortably. Allan stared at you for a moment, taking in the sight of your comfort. It made him smile a little, a fuzzy feeling filling his chest. 

He hummed, shifting carefully to not wake you. His lips graced your forehead, a small and delicate kiss placed on the skin. “There… Now we’re even…” Allan whispers, brushing the hair from your face. 

“...I love you, sleep well.”

[glitteringcrab]

So I've been wondering who the Rick and Morty final villain/antagonist will be...

There are a few options:

1. Evil Morty

(NOOOOOOOOOOO I don't want it to be him T__T)

2. Rick Prime, revived/possessing Rick C-137/possessing Evil Morty

(I also don't like this option, I want him to be dead and gone, he's impressive but he's a jerk and deserves as little screentime as possible)

3. Puppetmaster Rick

(again, NOPE. He may be horribly dangerous but he doesn't deserve the screentime nor the importance of being the final, ultra villain)

4. One interesting option is Morty Prime and Rick C-137 having a falling out and e.g. Morty turning "evil" (but you know, not really, just in hurt teenager fashion) and trying to attack Rick, with Rick trying not to hurt him back...

(but honestly? I think Rick would just let himself get killed in this scenario)

(or maybe he'd desperately try to comfort Morty while Morty is trying to kill him)

(it would be so bittersweet)

5. The Galactic Federation, or its version outside the Central Finite Curve. We already know there is at least one tripping civilization outside the Curve:

And we know that, without Ricks' influence, technology has been advancing like crazy, everyone inventing portal travel and stuff.

The Galactic Federation could be A LOT more advanced and dangerous outside the Curve. They certainly have the manpower and resources to be the final antagonist... although I wouldn't really say they have the "villain" part nailed down. The Gromflomites aren't worse than any expanding civilization. As Rick said:

(plus their economy collapsed by changing a one to a zero lol)

Do they really deserve the honor of being the final boss?

7. There could be a completely new character. We know Rick Prime was outside the Curve...

...which means that the universes he was in had someone MORE INTELLIGENT than him. It could be more than one people (or not the same person in each universe) and I doubt all of them are nice and kind. So there could be a super-intelligent, power-hungry and bloodthirsty creature looming outside the Curve, and Rick Prime might have had a hard (but fun) time toying with them...

(Foreshadowing? Was said looming villain trying to catch Rick Prime to seize the Omega Device schematics for themselves? Did Rick Prime know that Eyepatch Morty having those schematics would turn him into a target?)

This option is very very cool, but I am slightly miffed that said supervillain would come out of the blue. I think it would be cool if we've had a taste of said supervillain beforehand.

8. With this line of thought, it could technically be either any introduced character who is already erring on the side of villainy (Churry? Mr Nimbus? Those are jokes...) or whose Out-Of-Curve version could be a lot more lethal (evil Mr. Poopybutthole? That's also a joke)

All these options, however, lack a certain je-ne-sais-quoi. They're small potatoes. I feel like we need something GRAND.

9. ...There is one option that fits the above criteria...

A character introduced early on and then forgotten, although I'm sure they were never truly gone from our memory due to the sheer impact they had.

Unique. Getting close and personal with the protagonists. Lethal.

A kind of creature never mentioned again, passing into obscurity, but still out there, waiting:

Does the wormhole it entered our universe through remind you of anything?

(Fart's wormhole is not exactly like the Central Finite Curve rift... No black hole in the centre. But it is kinda rift-like, ain't it?)

Rick was unfamiliar with this being:

Why had he never heard of it before? You'd think he knows everything worth knowing by now, and these creatures are definitely important for several reasons.

...Did it come from the other side?

Mind you, Rick never saw Fart's wormhole, and Morty never said anything about the creature's intentions...

...and said intentions certainly have the "villainy" part nailed down:

These beings been cleansing the multiverse of organic life this whole time.

And as we've seen, they're very effective:

(poor guy didn't even know these weren't his thoughts...!)

Wouldn't a collection of such beings be very, VERY interested in getting the Omega Device schematics... to aid with their cleansing?

(although would it really aid with the cleansing if they can only throw one person at a time)

And if they can construct materials out of thin air...

...would they also be able to construct complicated objects out of thin air? Like... screws? Knives? Guns? Circuits? Robots...? Weaponized robots?

I'm a bit skeptical about this, because if it was something Fart could easily do, he'd construct the necessary machinery for his survival himself. However, I wouldn't be surprised if a larger numbers of farts (lol), cooperating with each other, were able to do it.

(Or maybe Fart was just manipulative and laying low so the carbon lifeforms could do all the hard work for its sake)

Wouldn't these creatures' headquarters be particularly... alien to us, due to their gaseous nature?

And dangerous, if they can indeed materialize weapons, robots, shields, walls out of thin air? Imagine trying to escape or rescue someone from such a place, where the existing air can turn into something else, an open corridor can turn into a dead end, your weapon can run out of bullets without ever being fired.

(Ain't that a cool fighting location for a finale.)

And even if their ability doesn't extend to such extreme lengths, it's not unlikely that they can still build whatever they want, by a combination of endlessly creating their own raw materials and telepathically tricking other lifeforms into doing the menial work for them (wow, they really have good reason to think of themselves as the highest lifeform).

Wouldn't the creatures themselves be particularly formidable opponents, able to read your plans, predict your next moves, and project your own insecurities back to you, in such an insidious manner that you can't tell their thoughts from your own?

(Morty had to distract Fart by asking it to sing in order to kill it. He also took advantage of his wanting to protect other lifeforms to trick Fart into thinking he agreed with it. Pretty impressive, Morty. That's Eyepatch Morty level of cunning.)

Would these creatures essentially be able to build the whole Omega Device on the spot out of nothing... if they telepathically get the schematics from a certain someone's mind?

(Keep those creatures away from Eyepatch Morty)

(or not)

(Do you think they'd need Space Beth's rebel army as backup to defeat those creatures terrorizing the multiverse?)

(and then she can adopt Eyepatch Morty)

(ASFGFDSAFIFEIFOEWNOF)

(and then I will be happy forever)

(In theory, farts can also function as judges. Will anything change their minds about slaying organic life forms?)

Edit: I just remembered that these creatures can't go through a portal, so it should be hilariously easy to escape them. There goes my dramatic headcanon lol

[jev-urisk]

OOPS, I dropped my laptop and Kazimier X Reader smut fell out! 😮 🌶 

Fang Kink | Monster X Human | World of 🌐7 Circles🌐

I sure hope the two people who voted for this on my poll don't find it~

And I don't know what I would do if @monstersflashlight knew they inspired me to post my smut directly on Tumblrrr....~

Notice: 18+ interacts only. Explicit sex, Ungendered reader insert, alcohol consumption, references to blood, author unable to resist worldbuilding

[Part 1/2]

You’ve been keeping a secret for a couple months now.

As a human, you’re not allowed into the monster empire, you’re supposed to live your measly life outside its borders in the Outlands. If you ever were to venture into the dark claws of Du’Preve, the closest monster district to your human settlement, you would be executed or worse if they discovered you weren’t one of them.

So you’ve taken extra care not to be discovered.

You could never pass as a vampire, with their red eyes and sharp teeth- nevermind a gorgon or gargoyle. But Liches… those looked just like humans until they put too many magic runes on themselves. A little black paint, and some inspiration from a Lich warning poster in your area, and viola, TOTALLY not a human.

Thus far, you’ve hopped the border just to look around for a little while. Du’Preve has some kind of strange curse over it that dims the sun, even at high noon it seems like late evening. You LOVED it. Something about it made you feel alive- you always did have more energy at night and it was a wonder to experience it at 2pm.

You would walk the dirty streets, trying not to stare as you passed people with hissing hair, barking owners of strange market stands, and old rune-riddled liches mumbling incoherently in the gutters.

You also tried very hard not to squint, to act like you weren’t used to the perpetual darkness. You’d overheard monsters spit that word onto the pavement, ‘Squints.’ ‘Damn Squints,’ ‘Filch-beggin’ no good fuckin’ Squints.’

It has the same other-ness that ‘Fang-Banger’ has back home, a term that’s spat at anyone who gets cozy with a monster, even when it’s not the person’s fault.

You might get called that just for visiting Du’Preve, honestly.

But no one back home knows about your adventures, just as no monster knows what you really are. It’s been working so well that on today’s trip into darkness, you decide to do something a little different.

Du’Preve was known to host all kinds of escapism- drugs, whores, alcohol, you name it. But the most interesting to you were the parties and the clubs that hosted them. Last time you were here you overheard talk of one club in particular, The Club Lascivia, where patrons are generally safe from gang involvement and getting drinks spiked by malicious strangers.

You had gone through what few Du’Preve-looking outfits you had, needing something to wear to a club- eventually settling for something skimpier than you’d usually wear in your excitement to dance the night- or the day, away. You slip through your settlement in an old cloak which you leave at the border, soon arriving at your destination- by all appearances just another monster looking to party.

The scene was electric, with colored lights and dirty music that hummed beneath your skin. You moved between the dance floor, enjoying yourself with your heart racing at how close you were to the monstrous patrons, and simply watching the crowd from the safety of a booth, seeing for the first time how human these monsters really were.

In the booth next to you were two gargoyles, their stone-colored wings slightly unfolded to give a sense of privacy as they gossiped about a third gargoyle between flustered giggles.

You see a male gorgon leaning too close to a disinterested woman at the bar and after a few heated words she throws her drink in his face, causing his snakes to curl back with a hiss.

On the dancefloor you watch a little lich flirting with a stunning vampire, dancing so close, rubbing against one another. The vampire brushes closed lips against the lich’s throat in a dangerous tease and you shiver unexpectedly, drawn to the tantalizing threat.

Hot.

Wait- ‘hot’? What are you thinking?! Are you.. a fang-banger? No but you haven’t-

Before you can really parse out your thoughts, you notice a man approaching your booth with a couple of drinks.

He’s in a leather jacket that he hasn’t bothered to zip up over his fishnet shirt, allowing you to see the shape of his hips and the toned ‘v’ of his pelvis peaking up over a studded belt and artfully ripped jeans.

He stops a pace or so away from you, looking at you through tinted glasses as the lights of the club backlight his mane of curly black hair. Something about the way he looks at you makes you flush. He smiles, as if he knows what you’re feeling, and you see fangs glinting in his smirk.

“Mind if I join ya?" He asks in this brassy yet silken voice.

“Yes.” you find yourself saying, “-You can join me, that is.”

“ ‘Preciate it.” he says, and as he sits a strange thrill buzzes through your skull. “Here, for your hospitality.”

He sets a tall drink garnished with a twist of orange in front of you and your voice of reason momentarily returns. Was this safe to drink? You didn’t see the drink made, so it’s possible this was a sexy trap to lure you into a surprise kidney removal or something, right? You rotate the glass, as if somehow that would help you tell if it was spiked.

As you’re grappling with how to politely refuse the cocktail, his hand and its many rings brushes against yours and he plucks your glass off the table to take a deep drink, smiling as he catches the look on your face.

He sets it back in front of you with about a third less liquid in it and leans back, his arms draping across the top of the plush seating. “You’re smart not to trust a stranger, but I don’t get my kicks at this club from unwilling participants.” he teases, not unkind, but with a hint of what those kicks may be, “Go on then.” he urges, looking at you, not the drink. “If you want it.. It’s here for you.”

You had never been propositioned quite like this. His air was pushy, dominant, forceful even. But in his words and relaxed posture he invited you to walk away. What if you did? He might chuckle as you excuse yourself with a scarlet blush.. but you don’t think he’d follow.

What if you didn’t?

In a streak of boldness you look him in the eye and pick up your drink, draining it entirely as you stare him down. You were a human with enough gall to sneak into monster territory, after all.

“Moxie.” he praises with a quirk of his brow. It crosses your mind that you’re impressing a monster with your bravery and you feel tipsy off that alone. He licks one of his fangs and you can’t take your eyes off him. You think to the vampire on the dance floor and wonder what it feels like to have those sharp teeth on your skin.. on your lips..

“Now that you're done with your drink, you wanna taste of somethin’ else?” He asks, and you blush at his ability to seemingly read your thoughts.

What.. What should you say? Obviously you were getting hot and bothered here but to do anything physical with a person from Du'Preve, to willingly walk into his grasp, that was a much much bigger taboo than taking yourself on a little adventure across the border now and again.

You feel a light touch on your wrist, the man has moved in the semicircular booth to sit beside you. “Hey now..” the man soothes, his fingers barely resting on your skin. “You can be nervous, moxie, or anythin’ between. If we do somethin’ I just need you to want it.”

Your voice comes out as a whisper, anxious and daring all at once. “I want it.”

[PART 2]

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Would I be the Asshole for not going to my sibling's house?

I have a sibling who I don't see very often because they live halfway across the country.

The rest of our shared family is planning on visiting them for the holidays and me, my partner, and our kid are definitely going. But here's the thing: We're all sharing an airbnb so that we can host the big holiday dinner instead of doing it at Sibling's house. Why? Because, supposedly, Sibling's house is near hoarder-levels of mess.

First let me be clear: I understand that this is a side-effect of mental illness, I have some of those tendencies myself that I actively work against. I'm not judging Sibling or their partner for it. It honestly wouldn't even be a question, except that my partner and I have a toddler. We've been lucky to have avoided anything more serious than some bad diaper rash and seasonal allergies. But being in an environment like that can be a vector for illness, and Toddler's at that age where they will happily grab anything in grabbing distance and stick it in their mouth. So that's my concern.

Now let me address that "supposedly". I haven't been to their house since well before covid. It was, at that point, what I would call pretty messy, but in a way that could be explained as just exhausted new parents who haven't had the free time to tidy up in a while and the mess had gotten away from them. However, our parent and other sibling has been there a couple of times since and the last we talked about it, they told me that it's gotten a lot worse. Bordering on hoarder-worse.

On the one hand, Parent has a tendency to catastrophize. They can see something they think is wrong and exaggerate it into its worst possible explanation, turning even a legitimate issue into something much more severe or dramatic than it actually is. And they've been doing this a lot with Sibling because of how little they actually get to see and talk to them. On the other hand, when Parent was describing the state the house was in, Other Sibling, who is more than willing to call Parent out for exaggerating, backed them up about how bad it was.

On the other other hand, Sibling has since mentioned they've been doing a lot of cleaning. How much? I don't know. Is the house in a significantly better state? I have no idea.

But we're going to be there for a few days, and it's highly likely they'll invite all of us over at some point. Not only that we were all solidifying plans recently and when the possibility was mentioned that we might arrive before the person who made the airbnb reservation, Sibling mentioned that we could just go over to their house to hang out while we wait. And while I had some hope that Parent would understand and back me up and not actively put me in a position where I would have to be the one to say no, when Sibling said that, Parent agreed!

So now I'm worried about pissing everyone off/hurting their feelings during a huge, logistic-heavy family trip over a major holiday.

Would I be justified in putting my foot down and not bringing Toddler over to a potentially hoarder-messy house? Would I just be the asshole for not sucking it up for what would probably end up only being a few hours?

What are these acronyms?

[kyeop-tato]

A Knock on My Heart — 김선우

summary : one of your bestfriend, yeri, just got dumped by her boyfriend so in order to cheer her up, you and your friends decides to go on girls trip together during your school term break, promising to forget any boys that come between you and your friends. however, certain someone (or might i say a few) came into your life and the promise yall vow to not break, might actually crumble any moment. would you go back home solo or would sunwoo managed to steal your heart?

warnings! : one word vulgar at the end :)

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CHAPTER 6 : Karaoke Session

The tantalizing scent of spicy broth and grilled meat filled the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace as the food arrived at the table in quick succession. Sitting in a cozy restaurant with three men you barely knew was definitely *not* on your 2024 bingo card. You couldn’t help but question how your friends managed to bond so quickly with them in the span of one night at a bar. And thank God your period wasn’t acting up today, or this whole scene would’ve been far worst.

As the conversation around the dinner table flowed smoothly, your friends trying to introduce you to the boys, it was as though your ears had tuned out the noise completely. For a brief moment, everything was muted, save for the occasional awkward laughter that snapped you back to reality. Natty, seated across from Sunwoo, was laying on the charm, and he was clearly taking the bait. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he kept glancing in your direction.

“What is this guy's problem?” you thought, shooting him an annoyed look before focusing on your meal, picking at your level-one mala, as you're not a fan of spicy stuff honestly. The conversation continued between why your group had traveled here and what brought the boys to the same spot, their stories punctuated by the usual “oohs” and “ahhs” from your friends. It wasn’t that you hated their company, but hanging out with strangers wasn’t your scene. You were far more comfortable with just your friends, and as the shy one, you were desperately trying to stay out of the spotlight. You just hoped the boys hadn’t noticed how hard you were trying to keep yourself out of the conversation.

Thankfully, tonight wasn’t a drinking night, so at least you didn’t have to endure any embarrassing antics from your friends—or worse, get caught up in them yourself.

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After dinner, the guys suggested karaoke. Despite every fiber of your being wanting to say no, your friends were quick to agree. So, here you were, in a dimly lit karaoke room, colorful bokeh lights flickering around as everyone took turns singing. Everyone except you. No way were you going to embarrass yourself in front of your newfound "friends." Instead, you sat quietly in the corner, content to observe.

The karaoke place had a nice perks though. You could bring in outside food and drinks as long as you cleaned up afterwards. Though the venue offered its own menu, the group decided they wanted something else.

Yeri, ever the instigator, suggested a game. “Whoever loses rock-paper-scissors has to buy the snacks, and they have to pay with their own money,” she proposed, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Sounds fun!” Younghoon chimed in, clearly excited by the challenge. One by one, your friends fell out of the competition until it was just you and Juyeon. Naturally, luck wasn’t on your side, and you lost, earning a round of laughter from the group as they rattled off their orders. You sighed, annoyed, but went along with it.

Making your way out of the karaoke room, you were halfway down the hall when you heard footsteps behind you. “Hey, mind if I join? I need some fresh air” Sunwoo said, catching up to you. You shrugged, still unsure how to feel about him, but strangely, a wave of relief washed over you. As much as you wanted to be alone, the thought of walking the streets at night in a foreign country unsettled you. His presence was, at the very least, a comfort.

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The walk to the convenience store was steeped in an almost eerie silence, broken only by the soft chirping of crickets and the occasional whoosh of passing cars. Inside the store, the atmosphere was no different—you mumbled to yourself, trying to recall everyone’s snack orders. Sunwoo hadn’t left your side, a fact that nagged at you, though you tried not to show it. But when he spoke after you paid for the snacks, his words felt like the final straw for you.

"I thought you were rude, but I guess you're arrogant too" Sunwoo sneered, putting heavy emphasis on that last word.

"Excuse me?" You froze just outside the store, staring at him, clearly offended by what he said. "You talk like you know me. We literally just met, and now you’re calling me arrogant? What's you reason, huh?" Your voice was sharper now, irritation bubbling to the surface.

Sunwoo let out a sarcastic chuckle. "You really don’t remember, do you? Miss Can’t-Even-Accept-An-Apology-and-Gave-Me-an-Irritated-Look?" His eyes flickered with annoyance.

His words hung in the air, and you stood there, stunned, as realization dawned on you. Your eyes widened. "He was that guy?" A silent scream echoed in your mind. You struggled to find the right words, but nothing came out. Sunwoo stood in front of you, clearly enjoying your speechless state.

"I can’t believe you don’t even remember me. I’m hurt" he said, dramatically placing a hand over his chest, feigning injury.

You rolled your eyes at his actions, finally finding your voice. "I had bad period cramps, okay? It’s not my fault you were in the way. And if I seemed rude, I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention." You crossed your arms defensively. "Also, I only bumped into you for a second. How do you expect me to remember what you look like?"

Hearing your explanation, Sunwoo’s confidence faltered. His mouth fell open, and he stood there, speechless, as you turned your back to him and resumed walking. He suddenly felt bad that he had ill thoughts of you after that encounter.

This time, Sunwoo matched your pace, the earlier tension between you evaporating into the cool night air. After a sip of your sparkling apple drink, you couldn’t resist asking, "So, do you have a crush on Natty?"

Sunwoo nearly choked on his soda. "What?" he sputtered, eyes wide with shock. You laughed, amused by his overreaction. "Whoa, steady there! Guess I hit a nerve, huh?"

He coughed awkwardly, trying to regain his composure. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, I know her. She flirts when she’s interested, and she was definitely flirting with you. You didn’t seem to mind either." You raised an eyebrow knowingly.

Sunwoo scratched the back of his neck, sheepishly. "Is it that obvious?" You rolled your eyes again, earning a chuckle from him. "What’s so funny?"

"You really like rolling your eyes, don’t you? It’s cute." He grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction.

His playful compliment caught you off guard, sending a wave of butterflies fluttering through your stomach. No one had ever called you cute—at least, not to your face. Flustered, you quickened your pace, hoping to escape his gaze. But in your rush, you didn’t notice your loose shoelace. Before you knew it, you tripped, falling face-first onto the pavement.

Concerned passersby shot you worried glances, but you quickly scrambled to your feet, brushing off the dirt.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sunwoo rushed over, his voice full of genuine concern. He leaned in close, his face inches from yours.

"I’m fine. Really, it’s just a few scratches." You brushed him off, your cheeks burning from both embarrassment and his proximity. "Weren’t you about to say something?"

"Oh, right." You squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze. "If you really like Natty, make sure you’re serious about it. And if you’re just going to mess around, be upfront with her. Don’t be a jerk like... well, someone I know."

Sunwoo’s expression softened as your words sank in. "You really care about your friend, huh?"

Before he could say more, your phone buzzed with a call from Doyeon. "What’s taking you two so long?" she asked, sounding impatient. You assured her you were on your way, and as you hung up, Sunwoo trailed behind you, stealing glances when he thought you weren’t looking, silently admiring you.

When you finally arrived, Natty seemed to pick up on Sunwoo’s not-so-subtle interest in you, though she kept quiet, snacking on her favorite chips. Doyeon and Yeri, meanwhile, tried to drag you into a karaoke session, but you adamantly refused.

"Such a party pooper!" Yeri teased, throwing mock boos your way. "Girls, let her be. She’ll warm up to us eventually" Younghoon intervened, and you gave him a grateful look for getting the hint.

Sunwoo’s mind drifted back to what you had said earlier. "Why am I telling myself I like Natty, but can’t stop being drawn to her friend?" His silent musings didn’t escape Natty’s notice, though she tried not to dwell on it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel that something had shifted between you two, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

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a/n : oh no kim sunwoo you gotta make up your mind bro or you gonna break someone's heart here. also, yay to double update for today! hope yall like it :)

[k-s-morgan]

I heard news about a snowstorm in Ukraine that caused several deaths, and I was so worried for you. Are you okay, Morgan? Is your family safe? Are things calming down there? I keep checking for news that announces the end of this war, and it's disheartening to see that it never arrives. I can't imagine what it must be like to live through this. Is there anything we can do for you? Do you need somewhere to take refuge outside the country? Is the money you receive from your job sufficient for you and your family to live comfortably? I always check the updates you post, and it's admirable that these horrible events haven't changed the golden heart you have, you are a wonderful person and you don't deserve any of what is happening, I hate that I can't do anything to stop it this war, but whatever I can do for you I will.

please be safe, please keep fighting.

Another ask: Hey, I hope you're just busy but please give us some sign that you're okay, please. I'm worried

Another ask: Katrin, you are okay??

Another ask: You okay??

Another ask: How are you going?? Is everything already? Please asnwer 😭

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Hi! Thank you all, you wonderful anons (and my lovely first anon, I'll respond to your questions further down in this reply). I'm so touched that you've been thinking about me! There was indeed a serious snowstorm that caused some deaths, but I'm fine: honestly, I'm such a hopeless stay-at-home introvert that I usually leave only for short trips to the shop and to feed pigeons & stray cats. So I meet most storms safely tucked in my bed))

It's all right now, though everything is still covered in snow. If there is snow where you are, too, and you see miserable pigeons or other birds around, please feed them if possible! They rely on us entirely during winters. Some grain would be ideal.

I was hoping to make a monthly post, but my tight work schedule + migraines ruined these plans, so I decided to give up on it. Russians haven't attacked my city again yet after that the most massive attack by drones. I'm pretty sure it is coming, though, especially on holidays. They tried to tun our last New Year into hell on purpose by sending missiles during the day, killing people, and then sending drones at night. I worry that this year might be even worse, but I've been teaching myself to live in the present and enjoy peace while I still have it, so I manage to keep my fears at bay.

First anon, thank you so much for your kindness! I have places where I could go and stay beyond Ukraine, but for the next year at the least, I intend to keep holding on because I can't leave without my family (and the bigger half of my family is not allowed to leave legally yet). If Russian attacks get completely unbearable, I might go to Poland to my relatives for a month or two just to unwind and to repair my sanity a bit.

As for the money, I'm doing more or less okay, and people who keep supporting me on Patreon help me to stay afloat. I have some debts, but they are under control - I owe the bank $300, which is 1/3 of my monthly salary, so I'm capable of paying it back little by little. The situation is not ideal, but nothing to worry about.

Like many Ukrainians at the moment, I feel burned out regarding the war. There are many amazing, kind people in this world, and our soldiers are absolute heroes who deserve all respect in the world, but those with power to make decisions like money way too much. It's an unfortunate fact that has been making people all over the world suffer generations after generations. Many US, European, and Chinese companies continue to help Russia manufacture its missiles and other things they use to kill us. The help Ukraine gets is enough to let us survive but not enough to let us win. Those who can make money on it eagerly grab the chance, including some members of our own government. I'd like to be optimistic, but I really don't see a scenario that would end with justice. It's very difficult to accept the fact that terrorists and murderers won't be punished - on the contrary, many of them will continue to live in luxury, unable to imagine what an explosion even sounds like, until the day they die. But like I said before, it is what it is. The world is full of bitter examples like this.

Thank you for being with me and supporting me, reading my stories and sending your asks. I hope to end this month with posting two chapters for my two stories. My second job comes to an end December 15, and hopefully, I'll get a chance to really dive into writing after this!

[fitgothgirl]

Ok so I feel like this might be one of my random crazy things I get super excited about that doesn't end up coming to fruition for one reason or another buuuuuut...

In terms of side gigs and the like to catch up on my debt, I've often been thinking about bartending. Now I've never done that at all and I don't know drinks so I'm fully aware I'd need to barback for a while, which I'm cool with. I'd just want to work at a place that pools its tips though lol.

Honestly I'm drawn to it because I really do like to go out and I like night life and the energy and all that. I feel like most people think this is common but idk, with what I hear from my circle of friends and people I'm friends with online, it seems like I'm kind of the odd one out haha (I feel like the MO of the current generation of young adults is a little different overall). And I definitely do appreciate being home more often the last few years, don't get me wrong; but I crave going out more often than anyone I know and sometimes I feel kinda like the party girl lol. But I can't always just go out because then I'd be drunk and even more broke all the time. 🙃 But I feel like this kind of job would help satisfy that aspect (even though I wouldn't be drinking, but just being in the vibes), while also satisfying the part of me that misses getting into the physical flow state of fast-paced food & drink service. Plus it's a different kind of relationship between employees and customers than your average food/drink service. Overall this just seems like it would be the best money for the most fun kind of work - I've been attracted to bartending for a while regardless of financials. I just want to soak up the liveliness and provide a fun environment.

Not only am I tired of being in debt and paying so much toward credit card bills etc., but what hurts the most is holding back my bf from fun stuff. We have so many trips we want to go on and music festivals we want to try out and stuff, but we never do these big ticket items because of me. I've realized he's been paying for things for me more and not asking me to Venmo him back and it can be such a major relief (and I'm not gonna lie it does make me swoon a bit lol), but I hate the fact that that it's such a major relief like that... I hate my how my stomach turns every time we want to do any little thing at all. But worse is the stuff that isn't even brought up, knowing he doesn't do so because he knows I can't.... This is his life too, and I'm making us both miss out.

Thinking about that stuff lights a fire under me more than any amount of debt would. Although with the way I'm lagging with side gigs/applying to second jobs, one might doubt that... But I want to be better. 😭 Brain is stupid.

(Anyone who has been a barback or a bartender before, please feel free to send me any tips on getting into the industry or about starting out at one's first job)

[beeben]

Hi 👋🏻

My name is Beeb (she/her). I've been online for half of my whole life.

I work full time. I make considerably more than the federal minimum wage.

The average rent in my area is almost equal to what i make in a month. Usually only 30% of your check should go to housing.

I know getting an apartment at my salary isn't impossible. I'm more worried about the location.

I'm blind in my right eye. I can't drive. I rely on carpooling and rideshare apps to get around. I need to be able to live close to my work.

"But Beeb? You are bitching and moaning yet again? Why? "

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I need to leave this house. Hopefully within the next few months.

Some of my closer mutuals might know a little here and there about my living situation at the moment. I don't like to go into very much detail about it for obvious reasons.

Keeping it simple, I live in an abusive household. My father has been a constant terror to live with since i was very young. He's only gotten worse as I have grown up.

I do not feel safe in this house. I'm counting the minutes down until something horrible happens.

I want to leave before it does happen.

"ohh this is an ebegging post!" Wrong. Its only a guilt tripping post! Not ebegging. Theres a difference.

I sell artwork.

At least I have tried to. I haven't ever been very consistent with getting commissions, and I do admit im pretty lazy about posting artwork here.

I've kept a pretty consistent price with the things I typically do, but as of right now I honestly dont care about pricing things correctly as long as i can put stuff out for some cash on the side.

Again i am NOT begging. I am NOT going to die immediately if someone doesn't give me a whole bunch of money, i dont need it, its not like that.

My hope is that this can just serve as a little extra to save up on top of my salary.

If you are at all interested, here is a link to some of my favorite pieces. Including NSFW

I'm pretty open when it comes to art. I don't have many "rules" when it comes to requests, only that if something makes me uncomfortable I have the right to refuse service. But that goes for everyone who sells anything. Generally though, I don't often get a chance to draw something weird. Ask me.

As for pricing, I'm gonna keep it simple.

$30- sketches (including colored)

$60- painted

Backgrounds or extra things added may or may not make the price fluctuate depending on the piece.

PayPal is easiest, but i have other options.

DM if interested.

Thank you.

[42-42-564]

i have rewatched the scene. breakdown:

maka looks and sounds bittersweet talking about how she doesnt really know where her mother is at any given moment. she uses the word "missing," and even though she describes her mother's traveling as cool or positive, thats still a kind of telling word choice.

crona sees it as maka's mother "abandoning" her for "some trip," speaking in a very dismissive/unimpressed tone. they see her mother's traveling as trivial and unimportant compared to being present in maka's life.

maka's comparison of her mother to a grizzly bear isnt an uncommon thing. mama bear. but crona has not experienced someone who's multifaceted like that in a good way. "strong and scary but also cuddly and loving" probably just sounds two-faced and ingenuine to them. "that seems like a lot of things for one person to be."

maka's best memory of her mother being "the divorce" is very much a comedy line but its still valid. considering how maka sees her as strong and scary it was probably impressive to see her calm and collected in the face of a really emotionally horrible situation.

and then we have... "she's my mom, silly, i love her." honestly bestie not the best thing to say to this particular person lol. but its how she feels! maka very clearly idolizes her mother and sees her as The Good One out of her parents, most likely in a "no matter what im siding with her" way. <- thats getting into headcanon territory but yknow. its the vibe i get

crona's only known one mother, one caregiver, their entire life. and theyve also been raised with a unique sense of purpose for being alive. crona is alive so that they can do what medusa says, so they can follow her direction until theyre strong. until theyre whatever she wants them to be. they are not just alive for the sake of it, and they have to earn it every single day. crona cares for the woman who raised them and who keeps them alive; they want her approval and the safety she provides from the dwma that would otherwise kill them.

i dont think its coincidence that crona says "she's my mother." when they run away. maka presented them with "she's my mom, silly," which they visibly mulled over in that moment. if i step back into maka headcanon zone, she comes with a lot of black and white morals. her mom is always in the right and her dad is always in the wrong, even if that means ignoring things that contradict that viewpoint. "she's my mom, silly, i love her" might have uhhhh. made crona's dependency on medusa worse. (which of course is not makas fault btw. crona asked how she felt about her mother and she answered honestly)

honestly i think its interesting that crona feels so strongly about maka's mother. they explicitly think she's a bad mom. even though they have like, the worst mom in the series. i dunno how exactly to make that make sense other than them just having a double standard, but it could go in a lot of different directions.

[violetren]

Controversial opinion but, Gabe's level of crappy was well adapted actually.

I think the fact that the maintenance guy felt the need to apologise to Percy because Percy had to go into the house with a freshly annoyed Gabe, and the fact that Percy "my mother is more important than the gods" Jackson was surprised that Gabe has been answering her phone implying that its a breach of privacy and not a thing Sally would normally allow if is she knew, and just a few other things in general do work well as subtext that Gabe can be a lot worse than we got to see of him so its weird for me seeing everyone be like "idk man its probably gonna feel bad when the medusa him like the books, he's just kind sucky."

Like it's a live action disney show made for CHILDREN, there are a lot of things they are never going to get away with showing. Like showy domestic abuse. Violence only flies if its fantastical or if it is in small doses by people in the same peer group, like kids fighting kids, adults fighting adults. There isn't as much wiggle room as in say animation where its easily stylised to be less confronting, or in text where its all theatre of the mind.

Just because a lot of the original fans of the series are adults now doesn't mean the show was made for us, and would go in on those darker themes. It was made because its popular children's franchise that has the potential to get a whole new generation of viewers, they aren't gonna get by today's ethical standards for a children's show by making Show!Gabe more overtly like Percy's descriptions Book!Gabe.

Also do you know what actions we get from like the dozen or so lines we get of Book!Gabe at the start of the story when you strip away Percy's internal monologue about how awful he is? We get an entitled man child who sits on his ass playing poker for most of the scene and cares more about having cash to gamble than Percy or Sally's happiness. A loser who is placated into leaving the scene and becoming irrelevant by being offered food he likes.

So no, we didn't see him asking for Percy's change from the cab fare but we also didn't see Percy get a cab. And no, he didn't make some shitty comment about the money for the trip coming out of Sally's clothes money, but we did get him answering Sally's phone without permission and telling Percy he better take his shoes off in the car implying that Gabe sees his boundaries and belongings as sacred whereas theirs aren't. Gabe was only ever just kind of a pathetic jerk who had to prompt his so called friend twice for the guy to get in on jeering at Percy so honestly it makes sense that a modern version would only play online because he wouldn't have the charisma or attitude to get an in person table.

Book!Gabe only seemed more hardcore because we had Percy's internal monologue adding layers that couldn't have been put into adaptation without adding an extra 10mins of run time or using a voice over technique that wouldn't mesh with the rest of how they have constructed the show and would have come off as cheap. And arguably even with the internal monologue the only reason his death still feels justifiable as an adult is because we've been steeping Percy's (aka the heroic audience surrogate protag that our young minds all latched onto) satisfaction at his death in nostalgia for almost two decades.

So yeah, he seemed pathetic and kinda manageable in the beginning, but the reason abusers can be so prolific is that a lot of the time they do look pathetic, or manageable, or if you're especially unlucky they can even seem charming, and attentive, right up until they aren't.

For the adults and older kids that know the character that means we know what he is under that pathetic facade, for those that don't some red flags were dropped, and for the kids he's just vaguely a jerk compared to Sainted Mother Sally Jackson and that might be enough of a hand wave when they have much cooler fantasy shit and other characters their age to be more busy sympathising with.

Obviously we don't know how things will play out, maybe because they "scaled him back" they'll drop the medusa statue approach. Maybe we'll get flashbacks or conversations about Percy growing up that will show Gabe's more sinister side to justify it happening anyways. Maybe we'll see nothing but when Percy and Sally will arrive home and Gabe will blow up at them for having to sit through the big game alone and without his sandwich completely ignoring that they were missing for over a week beyond how it inconvenience him, and make it a moment of self defence. Maybe it will be played for cheap laughs or a cheaper girl-power™ moment.

My point is for what the show is and who its aimed at, Gabe was an acceptable level of crappy, and its too soon to make a judgement call on whether he deserves his book death since we don't know if they'll have scaled that back to match his new incarnation. It was funny and felt kinda like justice in the books, but it wasn't a major plot point, it was just a loose end being tied up. They could end the season evoking much of the same emotion just by kicking him out of the apartment with nothing but his wrecked car and a sandwich that doesn't even have peppers in it.

[bringerofdeathandtheapocolypse]

Honestly, having been rewatching the early episodes now, I'm a little annoyed how little what we learned about Ivan and what was going on with him and how horrible his actual debut truly was.

Fantasia set up that Ivan was exiled for an unknown reason (something which is still unknown since Makarov didn't know Ivan knew about Lumen histoire until Laxus asked about it so it wasn't that), that he had some interest in Laxus although again never specified what for or why, that he was the one to give Laxus his lacrima and that Gajeel was working as a double, double agent for him.

Then we learn through a flashback during GMG (I think. I might be remembering when wrong) of Laxus asking Makarov about what he was doing with Ivan and learning that he didn't attack Fairy tail over the 7 years. Something which we do know the reason for, that being no one remaining would have known the information he wanted.

Now I'm not saying that Makarov or Laxus need to info dumb about their pasts or something. It would be quite OOC for either of them unless it was an episode/chapter focused on say Laxus and the thunder legion, you know, the group he is the closest with.

Better ways of dropping small hints would be, even just taking canon events, have Makarov think about things when he's beaten by Hades. Think about how not only did one of his potential father figures turn down the dark path but his son and almost his grandson did too and have him think about what he could have done for that to happen.

Stories can have unreliable narrators. Not everyone is going to see things through the same lens as you do. Makarov thinking he was a good father and grandfather could make sense if perhaps he wasn't entirely aware of what was going on behind the scenes.

If, like I have mentioned before, Ivan grew resentful of Makarov and Fairy tail because it took away his father's attention which started out as Ivan acting out for that attention but it didn't work and got worse then its possible Makarov may not have noticed his son was feeling neglected. And I will stand by my belief that Ivan was an abusive father to Laxus. Maybe not physically but definitely mentally. And its possible that he said something to Laxus for him to be too afraid to take to Makarov about what was going on.

Fairy tail has a mix of villains who you can understand why they might have fallen down the path they did(the seiz with bad guidance, Lyon with becoming obsessed with his goal, Gajeel being raised in a guild that practically praised him for his violenece) while others where they just are evil because (Brain/Zero, Mard Geer and the rest of Tartarous, Erigor) I personally believe Ivan could have been the former. Give more context to it. Sometimes, children who aren't treated correctly by their parents fall into the wrong crowd, that could have happened with Ivan.

And again, his debut and build up in GMG was not good. His whole reason for joining the games was to get at Fairy tail and possibly get to Laxus specifically. So why was it only targeted on the first day. Third I get since there was no way to attack each other although they could have tried to trip up Cana or sneakly hurt Erza or Cana while they stood around.

But there isn't an excuse for day 2. Natsu and Gajeel could barely move. Wouldn't it make sense for RT to go after them while they were down?

And why not attack Juvia as well as Gray? Both are from FT.

And the fact that Gajeel being a double agent is brought up once with Laxus just mentioning that was how they got the info and Ivan being angry about it. Why not bring it full circle to have Ivan order Gajeel to work at sabotaging FT and aiding RT. Maybe even make him attack his own guild members during the night. Gajeel would likely refuse to do this since he at this point cares about FT so Ivan proceeds to threaten one of the members he's close with. It could be Lily or Levy, maybe Juvia or any other member he has an attachment or relationship with (Like how I see him being close with Mira and Wendy) Which forces his hand and makes it a case where the members are sceptical and think Gajeel is falling back into his old ways and betraying the guild.

So then when its the fight with Laxus and Ivan reveals some info to Laxus since he thinks he'll be on his side, it gets Laxus angry that Ivan would be willing to harm any of his guild and breaks what little hope he had for his dad.

Plus, it could lead to a little more chaos if Ivan is questioned by the council because he could try to put the blame on Gajeel and cite his sudden behaviour change. The council bring Gajeel in for questioning and then you could have a moment where Laxus reveals Gajeel was never wanting to hurt the guild and that he was being threatened into doing what he was doing and Makarov reveals Gajeel was a double agent the entire time.

The consequences can vary. It could be Gajeel is arrested because its a 4 to 5 vs 1 and its canon Gajeel has been in legal trouble before or he could be let go with a slap on the wrist and a warning to the FT guild where it could come back up later. (Maybe in a Gajeel centric arc perhaps something similar to the Rhodinite manga)

Or have Ivan cause harm to Gajeel now that he knows he was a double agent, attacking Gajeel and causing him to have a permanent injury. A branding, missing limb, damaged eye. Something other than a basic scar that isn't that noticeable to put out permanent consequences.

What can I say, I just love putting Gajeel in angsty situations.