#idk why it took me so long to read it but im so glad i did

[sandals-art]

reading agit for the first time giggling and kicking my feet over how much of a guy failure vlad is

[devildom-moss]

LOVE your works !!!!!! i adore how everytime u write, it just kind of turns into a very subtle character study (at least that's what i'm getting) it's vvv nice and the kind of writing im into <33

it's gmt for me so idk if i'm way past the cut off and this might be an odd request btw but a reader refusing lucifer and belphie's offer of a pact after yk... everything lol. it's up to u if the reader eventually accepts but i want it to hurt 🤌🏻

Thank you so much, that's so sweet. I hope you will see your request since I'm taking so long, and I hope you like it. I hope its got enough angst and hurt. I think they have two different types of hurt in it. Lucifer's has more of his pain and Belphie's has more of the reader's pain.

Rejecting their pact offers

(Lucifer x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC)

(Slightly suggestive for Belphegor) (angst) (hurt; pain; implied physical and emotion harm to reader; slight yandere!Belphegor; Belphie is really creepy in this with some non-consent elements regarding touching/kissing)

Word Count: +2,000

Lucifer

You dreaded spending time alone with Lucifer, so you were displeased to receive a message from him – and even more unhappy that it had arrived, coincidentally, just as you had finished your assignment, when you were looking forward to being able to unwind. Your hopeful plans were crushed by an arrogant invite:

Lucifer: Meet me in my study once you’re free. Alone. Don’t keep me waiting.

Your first instinct was to pretend that you were busy all night and didn’t have time for whatever he wanted, but you knew you wouldn’t enjoy your night if you were constantly on guard and worried about your leisure being interrupted. You could pretend you didn’t read it – after all, you turned your read receipts off specifically because of Lucifer. You could wash up and head straight to bed, sacrificing your free time for the sake of avoiding Lucifer. But avoiding him would only result in his nagging the following morning, and he had already ruined your night, so you might as well safeguard your morning peace by appeasing him. Hopefully whatever he wanted would be quick and painless. With a sigh, you reluctantly dragged yourself in the direction of his study.

You knocked at the door despite it being open ajar.

“MC, please enter,” Lucifer spoke up. He knew it was you; his brothers never knocked. You heard the shuffling of paper and the creaking of his desk chair as you opened the door fully. “You’re slightly earlier than I expected. I’m glad to know that your studies are not giving you any trouble – or at least, I suspect that’s why you’re here so soon.”

“Yeah,” you answered him shortly. He seemed flustered by your presence – which would be entertaining outside of the current situation. You stood in the doorway, watching Lucifer collect his papers and tidy his workspace before walking over. His looming figure inched closer, but you stood your ground. “Did you need something from me, Lucifer?”

“Right. Please take a seat. Can I pour you a glass of Demonus? I’ve acquired a new bottle from Diavolo, and I’ve been looking forward to trying it. I’d like to open it with you.” Lucifer walked over to his bar; pulled a bottle from the very back of the top shelf, hidden behind a taxidermy raven; and grabbed two clean glasses.

“No thank you. I’m fine.”

“Oh.” The sound left him so quietly, you weren’t certain he had intended for you to hear it. He put one of the glasses back, hoping you wouldn’t notice, and poured himself a drink. “Suit yourself.”

“Was that all?” Your eyes wandered the room. You hadn’t been in here for a while, and the last time was not particularly ideal.

“Of course not!” Lucifer looked away indignantly. “I wouldn’t call you to my study just for a drink. I have something important to discuss.”

“Alright.”

Lucifer took a sip of his drink before speaking again; his subtle delays – the slow draining of your time and patience – annoyed you. “You’ve impressed me over the last few months, and you’ve managed to make pacts with each of my brothers. I believe you’ve proven yourself worthy of a pact with me. That is, so long as we make one thing clear: if we form a pact, I own you. I don’t care who else you’re entangled with, you’ll be mine.”

“No. I’m good.” You shook your head to accentuate your response.

“What?” Every muscle in Lucifer’s body tightened, and the glass in his hand formed a superficial crack. His eyes widened. Shock and anger fed off each other as Lucifer sat there speechless.

“I don’t trust you,” you admitted. Somehow, you were thrilled to finally have the opportunity to tell Lucifer how you truly felt.

“After everything we’ve been through together?” Lucifer scoffed. He thought he had proven himself to you. He’d come so far since the last time he had tried to hurt you. He thought you were both past this – that you meant more to each other by now.

“No, Lucifer, after everything you did to me.” You sat up from the chair, rage rising with you. You had done nothing but try to help him and his family, and he had done nothing but hurt you. Even when he had saved you, it was usually for his own selfish reasons. By the time he had developed this strange infatuation with you, you had no trust left to give him. You had no foreseeable interest in furthering a relationship with him – especially not after the pompous way he asked you.

“MC, please, be reasonable. You know very well why I reacted the way I did at the time. You’re a part of my family now,” Lucifer pleaded with you desperately, trying to show you his version of reason. He grabbed your wrist and clung to you tightly, afraid to let you leave. “I won’t hurt you like that again. I promise. I adore you much too much.”

“Lucifer,” you half-sighed, half-winced, “let go. You’re hurting me right now.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucifer apologized. He quickly let go of you and brought his hand back to his chest, wide-eyed and terrified. “Please. . . I’ve never offered this to a human before.”

You could hear the heartbreak in his voice, it trembled on his vocal cords and shook his breath. It was his last resort to persuade you: to show you that he had never been this vulnerable, and he didn’t know how to handle your rejection. You knew he needed you to accept his offer – or at least consider it. Anything except rejection would be survivable.

“Please?” Lucifer begged softly; his cheeks flushed with shame.

“Just because I’m your first and you might have changed, it doesn’t mean I have to accept your offer.”

Belphegor

You could have sworn that you had locked your door before heading to bed last night – and no one could blame you for still feeling a bit cautious after the events that occurred a few weeks ago. Yet, you were disturbed by the creaking of your bedroom door – if it hadn’t been unlocked before, it certainly was now. The soft shuffle of exhausted demon feet creeped towards your bed. You gulped and inched closer to the wall, hoping your eyes would adjust, and you would see Mammon. Maybe he had a nightmare. Or maybe it was Asmo, and he was lonely. Maybe Beel got lost on his way back from the kitchen – and hopefully not on his way towards the kitchen.

“Sleepy,” a soft voice muttered, and your hope plummeted. Fear spiked, prickling up your spine as you felt Belphegor crawl into bed next to you. His hands pat the bed gently, searching for your body, feeling for your warmth. He whined, “MC, hold me.”

“Sleep in your own bed, please.” You tried to sound firm, but your voice trembled at the last word. Maybe it was fear, but maybe your own lips could hardly stomach the thought of begging a demon like Belphegor to let you sleep in peace. After everything he did, why did he think he had the right to break into your room in the middle of the night and crawl into your bed?

“Too far now, and I want to sleep with you.”

Against your will, Belphie wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, resting his head on your shoulder. He nuzzled into you, taking in your scent with a deep, calm inhale. A gentle hum left him.

It was infuriating, the way he relaxed against you while your body tensed with an overflow of negative emotions: anger, annoyance, anxiety. It wasn’t fair that he could drift peacefully to sleep, clinging to you, after everything he did. You wished he would stop – that he would let you go and return to his room, shutting the door on his way out. You’d make sure it was locked this time; you’d double check it and put a curse on it if you had to.

“I was thinking,” Belphegor hummed mindlessly without even opening his eyes. He practically sounded happy. “We should make a pact.”

Your blood boiled, and you stared at his restful form in the dark. “No, Belphegor. I don’t want a pact with you.”

“Why not?” he started, eyes shooting open to stare at you in disbelief for a brief moment before he remembered. He lowered his eyes and attempted to bury his face against your arm. “Don’t answer that.”

“You know why.” There was spite in your words – so bitter that Belphegor couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to.

Suddenly he felt he had to do something, and before you could understand what was happening, Belphie had tackled you, pinning your hands down at your sides and straddling your lap. The dim glow of his amethyst eyes soaked up all the light in the room when he stared down at you. His grip on your hands wasn’t tight, but a familiar fear clawed at your throat, cutting back your desire to protest.

“Hush. Relax. I’m not a threat anymore. I love you. I want you. For fuck’s sake, if I was going to hurt you again, I would have done it already, so please, please don’t be scared. I need you. Come on, accept a pact with me, please?” The light from his eyes disappeared from your sight as he dipped down. You felt him kiss up your neck lazily, his warm breath tickling your skin. From anyone else, this might have felt loving and affectionate, but from Belphegor, it seemed cruel – as if he was kissing where his hands might have bruised like some panacea that came too late. “Please? Don’t make me keep begging.”

“Get off!” Your voice came back to you in a frightened yelp, still hushed in the dark of night. You struggled and writhed beneath him. The panic was setting in.

“You’re scared?” Belphie questioned, almost surprised by his effect on you. He pulled back to meet your eyes, but you had them shut tight. “Hey, look at me. I told you I loved you. Don’t be scared.”

“Let me go, Belphegor.” You lifted your arms slightly, only for him to force them back down.

“Form a pact with me,” he insisted. He kissed just above your collarbone, allowing his lips to linger on your skin. “If we had a pact, you could control me. I can feel your pulse pounding; I know you’re scared, but if we make a pact, you’ll never have to be afraid of me again.”

“I’ll scream, Belphegor. I swear,” you warned.

“Shh,” Belphegor let go of one of your hands to cover your mouth. He held your gaze with a delusional sweetness. You felt tears prick the corners of your eyes, praying for someone to barge into your room and end this. Belphegor cooed, “I promise I won’t ever hurt you again. I know that will take time to prove, but I need you now. I need that connection to you. I crave it, and I can’t let my brothers be the only ones to stake their claim on you. And until you want me and trust me, a pact will give you reassurance. You’ll never have to worry about being alone with me. If I act out, I’ll be under your spell – in more ways than one. I just want to keep you safe. Can’t you understand that? Make me yours.”

You knew he had a point about control, but it didn’t make you want him. Still, when he removed his hand from your mouth, the fear and anxiety that remained spoke for you. “. . . Fine.”

“Yay.” Belphie giggled and kissed you sleepily, caressing along your cheek and neck. He hummed and stared down at you, trapped beneath him. With your eyes finally more accustomed to the darkness, you noticed a faint blush on his cheeks as he bit his lower lip. “You know, I’m not so tired anymore. Let’s stay up all night and make the pact more official. I’ll even let you mark me.”

[manicpixiefelix]

is reader rich? how rich are we talking, like what their family heritage or something?

idk im sorry i just like exploring lore

Don't apologise I love thinking too much about the lore for my stories (also this will probably develop into something far more concrete as the story progresses)

this is regarding head, heart, hand if you wanna read the fic 🥰

Also, warnings of parental emotional neglect and distance regarding the reader's backstory.

So I'm thinking the reader is from Old Money, long-time generational wealth, like the Cattons. While I assume their grandparents were more occupied with the family business, I think on their mother's side, both their father and their mother are image-obsessed "philanthropists" who make a big show of their charity fundraisers and feel-good endeavours, despite their family money almost definitely being sourced unethically.

The reader and Felix are childhood friends, since their parents are old friends, as the Catton's used to attend many of the reader's family publicity events, usually just Elspeth and Sir James, but several times they brought Felix and Venetia when encouraged.

Most people don't actually know the reader is even their parents' child. They were born to satisfy their grandparents wishes for a grandchild, but neither of their parents were particularly interested in raising a child. After Felix and Venetia took a liking to them, and Elspeth too, their parents were more than happy to let them spend breaks with the Cattons after they were finally old enough to send to boarding school.

The reader is a legacy student at Oxford (I think that's the term when one or more parents have graduated from the institute). While their mother comes from old money, she, like Felix, was attending more as something to do. She met the reader's father there, and he is well off, but from much newer money. Both sets of grandparents have approved of the marriage, and while the reader's mother finished a BA in Art History (that she uses to determine the value of various paintings across the world to then auction them for charity), their father studied law. While he completed his degree, he never attended the exam to allow him to officially become a lawyer, as soon after they were married, the reader's father fell ill, and he elected his new son in law to become head of the business. These days it's more of a symbolic title, they simply use the money while the company's board of directors actually runs the company.

They're very distant with the reader, even more so than Sir James and Elspeth are with Venetia and Felix. reader's parents just seem to be glad that they became so quickly independent, without realising how emotionally neglectful they were, which is another reason the reader clings so strongly to Felix. That independence their parents see is also why they believe the reader is capable of making important decisions so young, hence why they were allowed to attend the same schools as Felix and Farleigh and Venetia in their youth.

😅😅 maybe I actually have thought about this a lot haha I love this stuff, is there anything else you'd like to know?? I'd love to dive into this world, it helps me figure out how to write it and these characters going forward 🥰🥰🥰

[thecynthh]

smart ass - M.S pt 5

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him

notes - NOT PROOF READ, lowercase intention smut near the end, aftercare cus thats what matt specializes in, cuddles

a/n - uhm idk if yalls could tell, or if u knew but i’m a virgin and have never kissed anyone so 🫣

leave some suggestions for chris or matt fics for me to write pls as well :3

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present day a few days after their second study session

y/n pov

matt s 🐼

hey message me when ur leaving ur house. 8:46

btw we r ordering food to the house cus i dont wanna get gas. 8:47

text me what u want from CFA. 8:47

you

what in the flying fuck is CFA? 8:49

matt s 🐼

uhm hello? kid, how do u not know what CFA is???? 8:49

you

abbreviations like this is what's wrong with our generation… 8:50

matt s 🐼

kay ur so weird omfg. 5:50

CFA clearly means chick-fil-a smartass 🙄. 8:51

you

oh well then 😋. nuggets and waffle fries please 🛐🛐. 8:52

and sunjoy btww. 8:52

matt s 🐼

ew u like sunjoy? 8:53

you

u like rootbear don’t talk to me ✋. 8:52

and let me in pls im already outside :). 8:52

read at 8:52

i sling my bag over my shoulder and leave my car, waiting outside the large house with thrilling anticipation as i wait for matt to open the door. I see the fluff of his brown locks and a sweater similar to the one i’ve seen him wear before at school. i dont know why i get giddy when i see him, i dont know how we went to only speaking when madi was around too greeting each other whenever we see each other in the halls or cafe or even in our shared classes.

matt and his brothers were some of my closest friends now, after madi introduced me to them at a party, both of us got insanely drunk and made me call off crazy drinking ever since. all i remember from that night was the way matt took care of me while i was in a very vulnerable state and didn’t take advantage of me. i haven’t told anyone but madi about what happened to me when i was younger, and i’m glad she’s still taken her promise to heart, the only thing that telling her about my past shit did was make her and i closer.

i see matt in full view after he opens the door, “hey!” i say with a cheery expression despite how late it was for me.

“heyyy, thanks for coming by the way, even though you had a shift earlier.” he says sheepishly, before i left for work he messaged me begging to have another study session because he had more questions about the essay part of the exam. “oh hey lemme put your stuff in my room, just chill on the couch before the food gets here.” i pass him my backpack and laptop as he begins to walk down a hallway to make it to his room.

i move through the small entryway and become more apparent in his brothers view, “heyy y/n” nick says moving up to me for a hug, i take in his embrace.

“hi nick!!” i say excitedly. other than matt, ive hung out with nick a lot too, madi always has him over at her apartment, and even the three of us have made it a plan to meet up at our favourite bakery and talk for however long we want too a couple times a week. out of the little over a month i’ve know the triplets, nick has made a huge impact on me, and i felt safe around him, as well as chris and matt.

he lets go of me while i walk over to a slumped over chris on the couch, when he realised i was here he sits up on the edge of the couch. “sup chris,” i dap him up doing a little bro half hug with him.

“always nice to see you y/n,” he says as our arms unfold from the middle of us. i take a seat next to him with a comfortable amount of distance between us. matt returns not too long after i greet everyone. He sits down between chris and i and nick returns from the kitchen with a pepsi, root beer, bottled water and a lemonade, passing out everyone's drink knowing what each of us would ask for. matt and i give nick a thank you as he nods his head after.

nick stationed himself on the elongated part of the couch settling in with his fluffy blanket, he puts on a stranger thing episode and we all sit watching the tv. it only takes another five minutes of the episode for the doorbell to ring through the house. nick gets up immediately scurrying to the door with his fluffy blanket wrapped around him as he talks to the delivery man, thanking him and making small steps to see the rest of us. he comes back with two large bags of food planting them on the coffee table in front of all of us, before grabbing a tray of drinks after going back to the entrance.

“thank you for paying matty,” chris says, rubbing up again his brother with his lips pursed and now shoulder to shoulder with his older brother. i giggle at the sight, copying chris.

“mmmmh thanks mattyyyy” i say resting my head on the peak of his shoulder, pursing my lips as well and copying chris’ weird voice.

“you’re a fucking weirdo chris,” matt says in a disgusted voice flicking the other head that was very close to his face. “and you're welcome y/n.”

i laugh at chris’ overly dramatic reaction to what matt did to him. still giggling a bit at the sight of matt completely ignoring his brothers reaction, I say “just tell me how much i own you.”

“eh, don’t worry about it, it’s on me, plus save up for that new laptop you were talking about. i know how much you want it,” i blush slightly.

“aww thank you then,” i wrap my arms around him and squeeze him, he hands me the food that i asked for and retract back onto the couch.

“by the way, what time are we planning to stay up till? i told madi that i’ll tell her when i was heading home.” i saw looking at matt.

“well its kinda late so if you wanna stay in the guest room, im fine with that.” matt says, moving his head towards me, then breaking eye contact with the tv screen.

“im ay okay with that if you wanna stay over! plus you know your way around the house,” nick says giving his approval to matts idea of staying over.

“mhm im chill with it,” chris simply says.

“uhh yeah then, i'm down, thanks!”

we eat then say goodnight to nick and chris before we go to matt's room for some studying.

i lay down onto his bed as he walks over to his bathroom to change into some comfier clothes. while hes in there i start to think about our first study session when i found out matt had a crush on me. i thought it was very cute, but it made matt awkward on our last study night. i’m glad that he's eased up now, i just acted like i didn’t know anything and didn’t want to push on how he was feeling because I knew it would make his anxiety worse.

i come back to my senses seeing matt reappear from the bathroom door. we stayed on track for studying for an hour and a half before we eventually put on brooklyn 99 on in the background and talked.

“so, the retake is in a couple days, you think you’re ready?” i was hopeful he would be good by then because tonight felt very productive. I quizzed him on a couple of important ideas while he was playing with a baseball, throwing it up and down in the air. i learnt that he understands stuff better when he is doing something with his hands, it keeps him focused.

“hm, i’m not too sure, maybe another study sesh the day after tomorrow so by friday i’ll have all the stuff we went over fresh in my mind.” the baseball still gets thrown up and falls down in front of his face, with his hand waiting to catch it before it smacks him right on his nose. “thanks again for this,” i hear him catch it one more time before he moves his hand away from his face and looks at me just to the right of him. i'm hovering over him slightly, his eyes glow the brightest in the slight illumination from the lamp we always use when we study.

“yeah of course matt, you're my friend anyways.” our faces mirror each other, his eyes roam my faces while his hand holds the side of my face.

i toss my hair to the side of my head to lean down to kiss matt, he immediately returns the kiss enveloping my bottom lip with his. i moan into his mouth feeling him push me down and dominate me. one of his hands rests on my hip keeping me down as i pull him down with my legs letting him top me. most of his body is pressed down to mine, i lift my hips to give myself some kind of sensation i desperately crave for.

“fuck, i’m sorry are you okay with this?” matt says when he disconnects us.

i cup his chin bringing him a little closer, “i really fucking like you matt, please don’t stop.”

a smirk grows onto his face, “i really fucking like you too, you’re lucky i do.” he becomes more unserious pecking little kisses amoungst my face making a very loud “mwah” sound with each of he presses into my skin.

“matttt” i say through my sour looking face while he shows his affection.

“okay, okay, i’m done. but uh, how about we kiss again, didn’t get a good feel of it the first time.” he says with a knowing smirk on his face. i use my hand to weave through his brunette hair pulling him towards me again, we share a more passionate kiss, with knowing and love rather than lust.

it doesn’t take us long till things got more serious, his lips attach to my neck instantly sucking multiple hickeys into visible spots on my neck, moving down to my collar bone and eventually to the full and plump part of my boob. this is where my dream stopped last week, ive been trying to ignore it for the longest time but being in the moment now after thinking about it in my head makes it feel even more surreal.

his hand sneaks to the bottom of my fresh love shirt that i took from matt’s drawers when i found out i was sleeping here his fingers feel the hem of it. “is it alright if i take your shirt off?” he says with a quiet voice, almost afraid of what i’ll say.

i quickly nod in reply but that doesn’t seem good enough for him.

“words smart ass, i need words.” he says with a little bit of a condescending tone to his love tainted words.

“yes matt, you can take my shirt off too.” i say with a small giggle following after it.

he lifts the fabric to uncover the same white lace bra i was wearing while i slept over at his house by accident. “mh, i’ve been dreaming about this for a while ever since i saw you in it that morning,” he kisses the lace that travels to the small connecting piece of fabric between the two cups of my bra.

“and i know you heard what chris said to me that morning, yet you still acted like nothing was wrong.” he moves his hand to my upper back placing his hand onto my bra strap, “hey, can i take this off?”

“mhm,” my lips sealed trying to conceal my response to the amazing feeling of his hands on my body, he undoes the clip on my back with skill and purpose. the touch of his fingertips grant goosebumps to my skin in a very arousing manner.

he pulls the dainty clothing article off my arms and throws it to the floor benign absolutely amazed by my tits, they weren’t much but it seemed like matt was under a spell, he latched his lips just above my nipple to give me more hickeys, he sucks and soothes repeating this multiple times before he eventually dips down to my nipple, i feel the rush of arousal arching slightly off the bed.

i moan in response to the new sensation, i’m not exactly a virgin, but i haven’t done anything like this in a while, let alone at all for god sake. he massages the other boob, playing with the nipple with his hand the opposite of the one his mouth is very focused on.

he finally comes up for air after a little bit teasing, my thighs rub together and sits up to rip his shirt off to match my level of revealing skin, off goes his sweats as well leaving him in just his boxers, “matt, oh my god” i'm out of breath and very needy.

he continues a trail of kisses down to my clothes pussy, he looks up at me while holding the stretchy waistband of my pants, i give him a vigorous nod knowing what he was asking for.

he slides them completely off leaving me in just my underwear. he plants another sweet kids over my clothed heat which milks another desperate moan from me. “matt wait-“ he immediately comes up from my bottom half and lays beside me listening to me.

“hey we don’t have too if you don’t want too, i’m down if you just wanna go to bed in the other room, or even if you just wanna stay here and cuddle for the rest of the night.” he says before i can go ahead with what i was thinking.

“no, no i really want too it’s just, i haven’t really… done this before.” i tell him, he seems almost fully unaffected by my words.

“that’s fine, i’m here to make you feel good,” he places his hand nearing my core again, he rubs my panties over my clit moving down to feel the very apparent wet spot. “wow i’ve barely touched you and your so worked up,” his voice was sultry with a hint of a condescending tone.

“m-matt please” i struggle to say feeling the pressure he's putting down onto my throbbing clit.

“i’m gonna take these off now, okay?” he says with his fingers wrapped around the thin string of my thong that’s barely covers anything.

he slips them off admiring the sight in front of him, i almost get self conscious wanting to cover myself up with his blankets. his head dips and his hands pant onto my hips and one on my inner thigh. his tongue makes very sudden contact with my clit, he sucks and swirls his tongue around it, feeling the very heavy pressure i arch my back slighting leaning forward into his face.

his finger creeps and teases my hole before he fully plunged it into me. i heavy moan escapes my lips, “quiet now princess, can’t let nick or chris hear you.”

he continues his movements stimulating both my clit and hole at the same time, “more, please” i say with a pleading tone. he removes his finger from inside of me and replaces it with his tongue and mouth. he absolutely devoured my pussy giving me as much pleasure as he could, his mouth moving back to my clip and he slid his finger back into me moving it at a moderate pace.

i don’t try very hard to conceal my very loud moans, as soon as matt enters a second finger into my dripping cunt, i release with a pornographic moan, squeezing his head between my legs. “holy shit matt,” he licks up all of my hot cum and comes back up to kiss me.

“mmh you did so well for me, you ready for me now?” i say a needy yes while he goes back to sit back on the his headboard. he removes his boxers with such haste letting his cock spring out with a bead of pre-cum leaking out. “i wanna watch you ride me, you control the pace and how deep you wanna go.” he whispers into my ear.

he lifts me on top of him, kissing him passionately while i grind down onto his twitching cock. he lets out a guttered groan “okay, let’s do this cause i could bust just from looking at you.”

he lines himself up and holds my hips while i sink down onto him. his so thick and long, i feel him in ever existing crevasse in my cunt. “fuck yes” i say letting out a heavy breath.

“holy shit you’re so tight-“ he says between his monas and hard breathes. i begin to move myself up and down slowly, whatever pain that came at first quickly moved to pleasure as i speed up my movements.

my tits bounce every time i move up or down, my movements are set at a constant pace, “matt, i think- i think i’m gonna cum.” i say, feeling his dick twitch in my pussy again.

“come for me baby, give it to me,” he says, taking me by my love handles and moving me up and down a little faster. i came hearing his words letting out a couple of breathy moans, he follows soon after me. i feel his thick long ropes of cum fill me up and come back down dripping onto his cock.

matt does a couple of slower pumps in and out of me to ride both of us through our highs. he picks me up as if i weigh nothing and puts me down beside him laying down onto the bed.

he goes into the bathroom to retrieve a small cloth and comes back to wipe me down. he does a couple of strips to pick up as much extra cum he could. i feel him hit my clit and i whimper loudly, “oh god, i’m sorry, i know your still sensitive.” once he’s finished he goes into the bathroom and cleans himself up.

fishing his boxers from the ground he slides them on and grabs my underwear and a large t-shirt from his closet. he hops onto the bed putting on my underwear and pulling me up to put on the shirt.

“mh thank you,” i say tired and groggy.

he plants a kiss onto my forehead “anything for you smart ass.”

he comes under the covers and wraps his arms around me, intertwining our legs. we sleep peacefully until the morning

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[maidservant-hecubus]

thanks for posting about the jewish side of this whole thing. at the first post of urs i saw i almost reached for the unfollow button thinking it was zionistic, but then i like. Took a moment and realized propaganda had me almost ready to unfollow a jewish person bc they called out antisemitism. reading more of ur posts has definitely helped me think harder abt everything im consuming rn, and i want 2 thank u 4 that. Ik ur probably getting nasty messages so heres one from a goy(goyim? Idk the conjugation) who isnt perfect but is learning 2 listen thanks 2 u

This ask is from November 16th and I've clearly sat on it for a long time. I've had a lot of complex feelings over it. Grateful, yes, especially in the earlier days. Which I think is why I didn't let my self answer right away. I'm glad anon had a second thought before unfollowing me. The bar is in hell there, but I'm still glad. I'm glad they understood my goals have been to fight antisemitism by calling it out where i see it. I'm glad they seem wiling to listen and learn. But i also worry. I worry because of that knee-jerk view of pro-jews and jewish safety content as "zionistic" is there and their ask only tells me that they realized that **I** was doing better, not that their wariness of "zionistic" content was wrong. And i've felt very nit-picky feeling this way, especially when they are thanking me for helping them to think harder about things. I deeply appreciate that and i hope if they're still following me they now have an even better understanding of how nuanced my feelings on this have to be. I have to be nit-picky because this is my life and the life of my loved ones and my people on the line. And also I realize now i am some form of zionist, but i'm not going to define or quantify that because the people who know what i'm talking about understand the nuance and multitudes and complexity and hope that word can hold (and if you've been following me you should by now too), and the people that would block me for it or put me on a list or send me hate would never have engaged me in good faith to begin with. So anon, if you're still following me, I sincerely thank you and hope you've continued to learn and unpack your feeling over this all. I'm grateful for the message that November 2023 you sent because it does give me hope, and i hope that past version of you can be proud of the you that's reading this reply. And above all I hope that anyone else reaching for the block button takes a moment to think and realize they are not immune to propaganda and cultural antisemitism.

[panandinpain0]

So I've never done a request before, but could I get a Cedric X Male ravenclaw reader. I just finished reading "good luck charm" and im in love

Being Best Friends with Cedric Diggory

Hey! So sorry this took so long, I've been... avoiding my requesting section tbh.

But I'm so glad you liked "Token of Good Luck"!

Me from 10 minutes later: Okay, I can't for the life of me think of a plot for this, so I'm going to do headcanons(ish) of being his best friend/falling in love with each other.

I'm really sorry, idk where any ounce of creativity went but it's left my brain.

Requested by: Anon

Cedric Diggory x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader

Reader is a muggleborn :)

Warnings: Lots of physical touch (Sorry, its my love language)

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(Y/N) and Cedric had met during the sorting ceremony

(Y/N) was terrified-

It made sense, seeing as he had only been introduced to the wizarding world, what

a month ago?

So he was visibly unsettled

His hands were sweaty and his face was flushed

His hair was ruffled from having run his hands through it

And Cedric took pity on him

"Hi! I'm Cedric Diggory! What's your name?" Cedric asked, smiling as he held out his hand.

"Uh- I'm (Y/N)... (L/N)," (Y/N) hesitated, his hand shaking as he took Cedric's hand.

Cedric could feel the sweat on his hand as he shook it, but he shook it off.

"That's a cool name! What house do you think you'll get sorted into?"

(Y/N) didn't know, nor did he care

He just cared about going back home to normal school

And he told Cedric this

Causing his face to heat up as Cedric laughed

"You want to go back to normal school? Why? It sounds boring to me," Cedric had said as you waited for McGonagall to call the new students into the Great Hall.

"You're right, it was really boring. But it was less nerve wracking than this." (Y/N) gestured vaguely around them.

Cedric had offered his hand as a comfort

and (Y/N) took it

And that was probably the most defining moment in their friendship

Of course they only got closer through the years

And their friendship was very physical

The two of them were constantly touching

Holding hands

Hugs

Arms over each other's shoulders

Etc.

You get the point

So naturally (?)

People assumed they were dating

"Hey Cedric," another Hufflepuff came up to him, sliding into the seat in front of him with a flirty smile.

"Hey Axel!" Cedric greeted with a smile. The truth was, (Y/N) and Cedric were hardly apart, but (Y/N) had been pulled away by another friend.

"How would you feel about going out with me?"

Cedric was a bit shocked by the bluntness of the question, but was even more confused as one of Axel's Slytherin friends came up and hissed a whisper.

"Axel, I already told you- Cedric and (Y/N) are dating!" said Slytherin scolded, trying to pull Axel away.

"Wait, what-" Cedric's brows furrowed.

"So sorry about that, he doesn't know what he's doing," Axel's friend apologized, laughing nervously and pulling Axel away.

Cedric was left absolutely puzzled as (Y/N) rejoined him.

"Sorry about that, Ced. Woah, are you okay?" (Y/N) asked as he adjusted his blue and silver tie, looking at Cedric with concern.

"I think people think we're a couple," Cedric revealed, looking at (Y/N) with concern.

The two promptly burst into laughter.

Of course, they were both hiding the fact that they really did want to be a couple

But they'd never tell each other that.

Until Hermione Granger shoved them into a broom closet together.

"Hermione, let us out! I was in the middle of my painting!" (Y/N) shouted, hitting the door a bit for extra dramatics.

"Not until you two spill your guts!" Hermione shouted back.

"We have nothing to spill, Hermione, we're best friends!" Cedric shouted back.

Both boys waiting a moment before realizing Hermione had walked away.

(Y/N) groaned and twisted around, dragging himself against the wall until he was sitting on the floor.

"So, what famous painting are you working on now?" Cedric teased, sitting next to his best friend of six years.

"Uh- another landscape," (Y/N) chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. He was clearly lying, but Cedric didn't question it.

Instead Cedric picked up (Y/N)'s hand and played with his fingers, noting the brown paint covering them.

"What were you painting that required so much brown paint?" Cedric snorted, noting the amount that (Y/N) was sporting.

"...Dirt?" (Y/N) sheepishly tried. ((Y/N) was very bad at lying, and Cedric knew this.)

"Seriously, what are you painting?" Cedric was genuinely curious now.

"...You."

Cedric's gaze darted up in surprise, eyebrows raised with a smile growing on his lips.

"You're painting me? Why?" Cedric asked with a laugh, whispering now.

"Because you're really pretty, why wouldn't I want to paint you?" (Y/N) shrugged with a smile, avoiding Cedric's gaze and hoping he couldn't see his rosy cheeks in the dark of the closet. "I'm not sure I'll be able to do you justice, though. The reason there's so much brown paint is because I'm trying to find the right shade for your hair- which surprisingly won't match your eyes."

Cedric brought his hand up to (Y/N)'s neck, using his other hand to turn (Y/N)'s face to look him in the eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" Cedric asked, eyes bright as he smiled widely.

"What?" (Y/N) gasped, blinking a few times.

"Can I kiss you?" Cedric repeated with a small laugh.

"Uh- yeah," (Y/N) stammered, and Cedric swooped in to steal a kiss.

As they parted, (Y/N) sighed, blinking his eyes open.

"Pinch me."

"What?" Cedric laughed, shaking his head.

"Pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming."

You can imagine majority of the school's surprise when they realized the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw boy had just gotten together-

and hadn't, you know, been dating for the last couple of years.

End

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Sorry if this didn't turn out like you expected, but I hope you liked it!

Thank you so much for requesting, anon! Hope you're having a great day!

-Author Max <3

[honeystwiggypeach]

I’m nervous because this is my first time doing a request, but I love your haikyuu dad series and I would like to ask if could you please write some angst about fem!reader having a miscarriage and then breaking up with character because the were in pain for their lost and relationship wasn’t working after that (doesn’t matter who was the one that decides to break up) and then two years later after not seeing each other she finds out that he’s a single father/ or married and then ending up together or as friends (in the case of him being a single father) I was thinking that for character it could be Atsumu or Osamu, Sakusa and Akashi (but you can pick any other characters that you feel more comfortable with if you wish)

I hope you can read this and like the idea, if you don’t feel comfortable writing this I understand so don’t feel pressured 🫶🏻 (Btw, I love absolutely everything you write and apologize if something it’s wrong with my grammar, English it’s not my first language and I’m still trying to learn without using a translator)

Hi hun!!! You did amazing for your first request and it was very easy to understand!!! I get it can be nerve wracking i still haven’t requested anything yet so😭I’m so glad you like them I try to keep them interesting!!I love all those characters you picked too!!(ps. I’ve never written miscarriage situations before so I don’t go into depth because I don’t want to be insensitive or wrong so if I’ve written anything wrong let me know and I can try and fix it!!)anywho tysm for requesting if anyone wants to see anything else pls let me know I love requests sm!!!

Part two!

Tw- miscarriage, crying, grief, toxic coping mechanisms, single parents, one night stands, breakdowns, jealousy(over someone being able to have children/provide boys with a family, infertility, cursing, absent mother, be very cautious if you’re sensitive to anything affiliated with miscarriages maybe even infant loss, idk let me know if I missed anything it’s very likely that I did but I reread to try and catch everything!!

I think I’m sick rn so I may have accidentally made them short!! Im sorry for that!!

Atsumu

When you’d met Atsumu it felt perfect, unfortunately a year later that came crashing back down onto the two of you.

You struggled with getting pregnant and it hurt, why couldn’t you do this? Than finally you’d been able to concive after why felt like forever a big wave of relief rushed over the two of you.

Unfortunately that happiness didn’t last for long, you’d lost the baby. Neither of you took it well, you had already planned out a nursery and ordered a few baby things and every time you saw them you wanted to break down, it wasn’t fair. What did you do wrong? You’d tried for so long, done nothing wrong, yet you still weren’t able to have your little baby, it wasn’t fair.

At some point it got to where you two didn’t really talk anymore, you were both grieving and it led to your breakup.

You felt it was best but looking back almost a year later it wasn’t. You see Atsumu sat in a cafe two tiny car seats placed in little high chairs in front of him.

He looks like he’d fit perfectly in a family, it looks like where he belongs and you weren’t able to provide that.

You see Atsumu’s eyes dart around the building, when he spots you it’s obvious, he gives you a soft smile, one after a year of healing you’re able to reciprocate it still deep down hurts, it’s a feeling you never want to experience again.

Before you know it you’re sat beside Atsumu listening to how he rattles on about his twins. You look over at the two little babies to see two sleeping babies, a boy and a girl, they look like they’re his whole world, and you wish you could have provided that.

“I assume you’re happy with your wife now” you’ve got a soft smile contradictory to the words that fall from your lips.

His brows furrow, “…y/n they’re from a one night stand…” you don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse.

Had he really not moved on?

He hadn’t Atsumu felt like shit after that one night stand, it felt wrong and he wanted to undo it immediately but now that he has his precious babies he wouldn’t un do it for the world and he’s just hoping he can get you back as well.

Osamu

It hurt, it felt like everything was resulting in an argument lately. Both of you were easily agitated after you’d lost the baby. It hurt both of you and you couldn’t grasp why it was happening and it just felt like you were running in circles constantly chasing the word why but always being just steps behind from understanding.

It resulted in a breakup. It hurt, you won’t lie.

You aren’t sure what compelled you to go into Onigiri miya, maybe it was the fact that you wanted to feel comforted after so much time maybe it was the fact that you weren’t really paying attention as you walked here, maybe it was everything built up onto each other.

When you walk into Onigiri miya you almost forget it’s been so long, long enough for him to have a set of three year old little girls sat on the cabinet, they look just like him when he was little and you can’t help but want to live on them.

You see Osamu’s bright smile when he looks at you face a bit, you look rough. You’re a wreck without him, you practically live in the food provided by your office cause you never really learned how to cook and you’ve got eye bags because Osamu was always the one to stop you from overworking yourself but now you throw yourself into work to hide from the grief of not only loosing your baby but your soulmate, maybe that’s why you’re so eager to go on that date Osamu offers after you learn he’s a single dad.

Sakusa

Neither of you handled it very well. It was an all around negative experience there was no growth from it, it left you as completely different people and it never really got easier you just got used to it and learned how to function while having all these emotions but the pain never lessened.

And eventually you both decided it was best to take a break. Of course when it resumed your ex-fiancé had the most precious little girl by his side.

She was only a month old, if that and she’d been the product of a one night stand.

Sakusa had always wanted a family, you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the woman who was able to provide him with one. She was able to have the most precious little girl and she didn’t even want her. Of course when Sakusa brought up the fact that he was now a single father, he feared that the love of his life would leave him now because of his daughter, but of course if that would have been your decision he wasn’t going to chose you over his baby.

And you don’t regret your decision to stay with Sakusa anyways, not when your first daughter sits in between you and your husband, you smile softly as your husband eases your baby into her arms she’s got the most precious look of wonder as she stares down at the little girl.

Akaashi

When it happened he felt the way your relationship began to be ripped apart. He initiated the breakup asking for a break to grieve.

That’s what happened, you both decided for the best to take a break. And a few career changes and years later you’ve met again.

You periodically kept in touch just about the holidays no major things.

You worked at a little daycare now so when you see him drop off the cutest little boy who nervously holds onto Akaashi’s hand you can’t help but let out a little awe.

It was what you wanted to have with him, what you prayed for every night that wouldn’t come no matter how hard you tried.

The sparks where still present with Keiji, almost everyday he’d come in to pick up his little boy and he’d make you giggle softly like you did in highschool and before you know it, he was asking if you’d give your relationship a go again.

Let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I really love requests!!

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omg wow. the new chapter wow WOW. WHERE DO I START OMG. jsjdjdjsjs i absolutely want to reread this chapter again after this bc omg the BUILDUP WAS SO INCREDIBLE WOW SO MUCH HAPPENED THIS CHAPTER I HAVE NO WORDS SERIOISLY OMGGGGG

the talk with ichirou and our boy ff is so funny in sm ways holy shiet and i loVED that it was feom ichirous perspective like ff is one incredibly hot mess but only we (and ff and nicky and gs know that of course) but literally everyone else including head of the mafia (or yakuza?) think he is the most competent incredible and coolest person to ever exist like ajdjhdjsjjs

and omg neil <3 we love to see neil eating and being surrounded by the love and family he deserves <3 and im really loving aaron in this fic like ik he was an asshole in the books but u can also sorta understand it and i love how ur portraying him just like idk how to explain it but yas <3 i feel like hes always so overlooked and forgotten so im really glad that he has his moments here (esp love it when hes bickering w the other monsters so it feels so real i luv it)

grandma smith is a gem as always and i find her and kevins relationship so hilarious and cute

the mix of povs was so cool i loved it, the way it flowed & the suspense!!!! so good omg. esp when it finally jumped to ff at the end LMAO GETTING THE REAL INFO!!!!!!!! damn smithy did so well especially him thinking he was talking to the police!!!! like sm could have gone wrong & his thoughts at the end PLS SO FUNNY!! no smithy ur not racist <3 but omg pls hes so cute i love him so so much

i cant wait for the next chapter thank u so much for writing this ahsjdjsjja

Real tears at this comment! This was such a nice thing to wake up to!!!!!!

I keep thinking that when I get around to properly writing this in not draft form (looking at you earlier chapters) I'm going to write some scenes from other character's POV (Grandma's whole 48 hours with the monsters from her POV and FF's POV as he talks to the nice FBI agent Iruma Matsumoto). Writing from Neil's POV inbetween helped me a lot in keeping this chapter from being too heavy. (Also snuck in a bit of the Neil & FF friendship)

Ichirou's POV and like turning the shit that FF WOULD SAY into stuff that Ichirou could misinterpret took me sooo long it's why the chapter came out so much later than I wanted it to (that and I spent most of my weekend building that link tree for the AUs)

Lol I just said this in a conversation I was having on here but YOU READ THAT ONE POST ABOUT NEIL'S GLOW-UP FROM THE BEGINNING OF HIS FRESHMAN YEAR AND YOU NEVER RECOVER. He's still too skinny!

Aaron is one of my favorite characters who does not get used enough IMO. Like he's fucking funny! Yeah he's kind of an asshole Neil's freshman year but like he's a STUDENT ATHLETE in PRE-MED dealing with THE MAFIA. Also I really love writing the Monsters as just like...normal guys. Like it's not all overwrought conversations sometimes it's "No Kevin, putting vanilla protein powder in chicken stock is not 'Like Chicken and Waffles' it's a CRIME."

I do feel bad about how GS is just constantly like dogging him but in a voice that makes him preen but like to be fair.... vanilla protein powder into her sweet grandson's soup.

FF is always worried about the most important things when faced with a situation. Like 'At least it's a beautiful day I can cloud watch as Captain Neil and Andrew murder me.' , 'I hope there's a bathroom in this torture chamber' , 'Oh gross he didn't wash his hands before he left the bathroom to go murder Captain Neil', and 'Oh no I WAS racist and RUDE. Why the fuck didn't I ask for his name BEFORE I had that conversation. GS raised you better!'

[cordeliawhohung]

CORE?? HELLO?? I JUST READ SIREN. i love gaz, and im really glad we managed to get mafia!gaz content despite your very busy life! thank you for yet another incredible work, but can i just say this.

WHATS UP WITH THE READER. I KNOW SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE US, BUT TELL ME WHY IM ?!?@?@ WHY I WAS BLUSHING THE WHOLE TIME SHE WAS DOING HER THING. HUH? HUH. id let her step on me! just saying! (please run me over with a truck) (no but seriously what) (idk SHES JUST) (SO INSANE FOR THAT) (and by insane i mean incredibly hot) (ah) (such an incoherent mess of words) (feel free to ignore this) (yay! mafia!gaz content!)

yes! i'm so glad i managed to write it too because i was really over complicating both his and Junior's storylines and how they fit into the universe and stuff but i finally got the pieces to fit and mmm it was so nice when it all clicked.

and LMAO she is literally serving cunt. this poor thing has to deal with Graves all the time, so she's gotta build up that attitude and dominance! i just. i don't even know what came over me when writing those lines either. like??? "I find it’s significantly easier to do my work if the men in my way are too dazed to do anything stupid." and "Big fan of your mum, by the way. Her speeches almost make me believe she gives a damn about this country." ???? hello??? what dead god took over me? she is going to be equally fun and a pain in the ass to write. especially because it's going to be an enemies to lovers sort of romance for her and gaz, which i've never done before so this'll be interesting.

anyway! i'm glad you enjoyed! i wrote all like 2.5k words of that in one sitting because that scene had been rotting in my noggin for a long time lmfao.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 5. brb x oc

a/n: do you ever get jealous of your own writing. also sent a message to staff in hopes to figure out why it's showing as black font when on mobile and........got no answer SO! yeah.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, two goobers enjoying pastries for breakfast and a good honeymoon, an a smidge of suggestive content uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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She looks so peaceful, her long lashes brushing on top of her cheeks and her mouth partially open as she sleeps in front of him. He wasn’t expecting to wake up sooner than she did but he was glad he was, choosing to admire Beatrice’s sleeping form was a great way to start his morning. They were on day four of their honeymoon, there were other things they had to do but right now he just wanted to look at her.

He smiles sweetly when she scrunches her nose in her sleep, burying her face into the pillow with a soft sigh, one of her hands tucked under her chin making Beatrice look like those posters depicting Sleeping Beauty, with her hair sprawled over the bed and pillow, looking like the angel she was.

It was still pretty early, he didn’t check his phone but if he had to guess it was barely seven am, Palermo sounded really lovely when waking up too. There was an elderly woman that usually sang down the street and they’ve heard her ever since they went to the hotel, and the birds that surrounded the building seemed to follow along by chirping with her.

This place was really magical, he had to admit. And while he took notice by Bea’s family, especially her aunt Martha, seeing it first hand was something else. He knew that her paternal family came from Sicily, pretty much every person and her maternal family was from Milan mainly with some cousins arriving from Spain to live in Venice and he wondered if they’d have the same kind of magical energy the others had.

Maybe it’d be possible, considering that Michael also referred to their mother as a ‘warlock of some sort’. His train of thought was interrupted by movement, more specifically Beatrice’s movement as she begins to wake up. He doesn’t say anything, he watches her bury her face into the pillow, then turn on her back and - much like a cat - arch her back and lift her arms to stretch, her hair still over her face and eyes.

Beatrice barely opens her eyelids, unfocused eyes meeting Rooster’s adoring gaze with a slow smile forming over her lips, “...hi…” she croaks, her voice dry from disuse - and something else - “mmmorning…” 

“Morning, gorgeous, how did you sleep?”

Beatrice’s eyes blink heavily and she turns to lie on her stomach, humming sweetly with her cheek nestled on the soft pillow, “Fine…” she was trying to keep herself awake for a while longer, “I’m just…” a yawn, “I’m trying to stay away…”

“Away?” he chuckles, “You mean awake, gorgeous?”

“Mhm.” her eyes close again, “Away…” 

“You are so cute.” he coos, leaning closer to kiss her forehead even if it was still covered by her hair, “Do you want to stay in bed for a little while longer? You seem very tired.” and he knew exactly why. Beatrice’s cheeks turned red when he spoke, blearily opening her eyes to give him an amused look the best she could considering how exhausted she appeared to be.

“I’m the only one, apparently.” she whispers, pushing herself closer to him so her cheek is against his chest and his arm immediately drops to her waist, gently rubbing the fabric of her sleeping shirt between his fingers, “Just a few more minutes.”

“I’m in no hurry.” he whispered, kissing the top of her head and keeping his lips there, “And I know you aren’t either.” she just hums back positively, pressing herself even closer to him, smiling when the hand touching her shirt slides down to get under the fabric and touch her butt.

“You have a fascination with my butt.” her eyes are closed and her eyebrows are up with amusement, snorting quietly when he squeezes the soft flesh, “I can’t believe you.”

“It’s a lovely piece of ass.” he jokes and Beatrice finally opens her eyes to give him an unamused glance, but smiles nonetheless, “So what are the plans for today?” he asks since she seems a bit more alert but still glued to his side.

Beatrice hums, blinking heavily with another yawn escaping her mouth as she props her chin on his pectoral, rubbing her eye with the tips of her fingers, “We can go to a cioccolateria first, get something sweet and some coffee and then we can…hm…” she blinks, “Then we can figure it out, I can’t explain too much when I’m just waking up, Roos.”

He just smiles, kissing her forehead, “Alright, well, when you do wake up we’ll figure out.” She hums happily, smiling sweetly at him before pushing herself to a sitting position, the movement making the shirt ride up her thighs and show just a bit more than before, much for his hungry eyes to travel all over.

“I’m going to take a quick shower, then we can go.” she says, already more awake than seconds before, combing her hair back the best she could all the while Rooster ran his eyes down her body with his fingers interlaced on top of his six pack, a little smirk on his face. Beatrice laughs quietly, making her way to her bag to choose what outfit she could wear that day.

It was still warm so she decided that a pair of shorts, an off shoulder cream colored blouse and her sneakers would be more than useful. “I’ll be right back.” He smirks even more, following her with his eyes until she disappears inside the bathroom.

With Beatrice gone he decided to check his phone to see if anyone else sent him messages besides Mav or the Dagger Squad. He runs his hand down his jawline when he sees his reflection on the screen only to feel the stubble beginning to form and immediately sits up, tossing his phone aside to grab the grooming  bag that he often carried when deployed. 

It only had a razor, shaving cream and lotion for his face once he’s done. It was minimal work, only enough to shave his face as clean as he could.  And he hasn’t done it since they arrived at Palermo, it was surprising that he was seeing it just now. 

Beatrice looks up from the shower when she hears him coming in, running her hands down her wet hair to get rid of the shampoo still clinging to the strands, watching her husband run his hand over his jawline and to his chin, turning the small light above the mirror to see his reflection better “Roos?” Her sweet voice calls and he flicks his gaze towards her briefly “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, gorgeous. Just need to shave,” he replies, pulling out his razor and tilting his head up to the mirror. Beatrice watches as Rooster turns his face left and right to have a good view of where to start first and her eyes drop to his thick neck. She really liked his neck, ever since the first time.

“Oh okay.” But her eyes remain on the way the razor drags down his sharp jawline and a bit of his throat, the suds of shaving foam sliding just a bit to his collarbone. She’s so focused on his neck she doesn’t notice him peeking at her by the corner of his eye, only being able to take her eyes away when his Adam’s apple bobs in a swallow. She snaps her eyes up to him, face flaming up when she sees his knowing smirk and quickly tries to get back to wash her hair.

And since Rooster’s stubble wasn’t that hard to get rid of, he gently sets the razor aside and with a quick hand movement drops his briefs down to his feet and steps into the shower. Beatrice didn’t seem surprised, if she was she didn’t show it, in fact she didn’t even look at him when he stepped in, “Do you need any help?”

“With?”

“Everything?”

Beatrice laughs sweetly, looking over her shoulder to where he was, biting her lower lip and giving him a coy shrug, “I mean, if my husband wants to give me an extra hand...” she says sweetly, not finishing the sentence and just goes back to her hair…that is if a pair of arms don’t hold her from behind and kisses drop all over from her shoulder to her neck, one of his hands going up until his thumb is right in between her breasts.

“I can give you more than one hand, gorgeous.” he chuckles against her ear, “I mean, we aren’t in a hurry to leave, right?”

His hand goes down her sternum to her stomach, “No…”

“And, we’ll have time to enjoy whatever we want later, right?”

It gets even lower and Beatrice hitches a breath of surprise, “R-Right…”

“Great,” he smiles, pulling her flush against him, “All I wanted to hear.”

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They walk out of their room almost thirty minutes after they planned to, with both looking immensely satisfied and flushed beautifully. Rooster waits besides Beatrice so she could lock the door “I think going to the cioccolateria will be great, we can have some cappuccinos facing the beach, it’d be lovely.”

“Of course it will.” he grins, leaning his shoulder on the wall right next to the door as Beatrice locks it, “You said it has chocolate pastries and I’m all in for it.”

She giggles, looking up at him to kiss his lips before she puts the card inside her bag, walking alongside Rooster while pulling her phone out to check the map as they walk down the hallway. His hand was on her waist while the other stayed in his pocket, his smile only faltering when he saw the same group of women from the beach walking down the hall but in the opposite direction.

Oh so they were on the same floor as them, huh? Well, that’s interesting. His smile disappears completely and he tugs Beatrice to his side, Beatrice who’s excitedly telling him about the Museums nearby they could visit after having breakfast, his eyes narrowing when the group of women get closer. They don’t seem to notice them at first, but Rooster’s tall stature is hard to miss especially when they are in the same hallway.

They all look at him, especially the one from the beach, and immediately they decide that looking down at their phones and covering their faces with their hair was much better than meeting the furious gaze of a tall American pilot who got pissed off because they were talking shit about his wife.

He keeps his glare on them until they are away from his view, “- and then we can go to one of the shops nearby and get something!” he finally hears her voice again and his head jolts back to where she stood, looking up at him with a smile, one that makes his scowl disappear immediately, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a great idea.” he grins, keeping his hand on her waist as they enter the elevator, “Anything with you will be really fun, gorgeous.” She kisses him again in thanks and Rooster lifts his head to see one of the girls peeking from the corner of the wall, only to widen her eyes and disappear when he looked less than pleased to see her there.

He doesn’t have time to get angry, they only had a few days of honeymoon left and they were going to visit her uncle before leaving Palermo, so he wasn’t going to let a group of girls annoy his perfect week with Beatrice. Beatrice takes hold of his hand when they walk out of the elevator, handing the woman at the front desk their room card so they could leave without worrying about losing it.

The cioccolateria was close to where they had the granita with brioches on the first day, the smell was already delicious from the hotel’s door and it only got better when they entered. It was like they entered a chocolate heaven and Rooster was ready to lose his mind the longer he looked at the fresh pastries being brought in from the kitchen.

Much like the time they first went to Mr.Scoops, Bradley was mesmerized by everything he saw and Beatrice looked at him fondly, “Let’s order something and find us a place to sit, okay?” he nods, looking at a chocolate roll that was in front of him inside a basket alongside other types of pastries and bread. 

Beatrice has to tug him forward so they could choose what to eat, which honestly was already hard enough for him. It was a whole new world of chocolate goodness and he was a bit overwhelmed, “I have no idea what to choose.” he confesses, “But that cake looks really good.”

“I think that’s a coffee mousse cake.”she explains, “I kinda want the sfogliatella, see?” she points to the flaky pastry with a smile, “I haven’t had one in years.”  she gives Rooster a brief explanation about it before they decide to order. She speaks to the woman behind the counter, explaining what they wanted before she takes Rooster to a table that is located directly to where they could see the ocean.

Beatrice sits down while supporting her chin on her hand, smiling dreamily at the horizon with her wedding band glinting under the sunlight,”This is a beautiful place.” This isn’t the first time he says it but Beatrice couldn’t help but agree with him with a nod, “I wouldn’t mind coming here more often.”

She turns her head towards him in surprise, “Wait, really?” 

“Yeah, if we are able and I’m not deployed then I don’t see why not.” he shrugs while leaning back against the chair, hooking his sunglasses on his V neck’s collar, “We can rent a house for a few days instead of a hotel, enjoy the markets more than just walking by…those things.”

Beatrice’s cheeks flush a soft red and her gaze turns fond, “I’d like that a lot Roos, I really do. And you know, since I have relatives that still live here, it helps when finding a place to stay too…not that we’ll stay with my uncle Roberto, Jesus.”

“He’s not that bad.”

Beatrice just gives him a look, “He’s like Michael if Michael was sixty years old.” she huffs a laugh, “He’s the wild child within my nonna’s children. He stole a horse once,” Rooster’s eyebrows furrow, the obvious question as to where he got a horse on the tip of his tongue, “He was dating this girl whose dad had like those horse camps, she broke up with him, he stole one of the horses and rode it all the way to my nonna’s house.”

Bradley laughs quietly, remembering how Roberto looked and having to admit he had a strong resemblance to Michael, especially with the long hair that he usually kept in a pompadour almost and the many golden chains on his neck, “How long was your uncle in the army?”

“I can’t say, Roos.” she shrugs, “I just remember coming to visit him here from a very young age, so.” she looks up when the waitress arrives with their food, thanking her and smiling when she notices the flower biscuits on top of the whipped cream at her cappuccino, “He’s my godfather, you know?”

“Really?” Beatrice nods, “I had no idea.”

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t planned because…you know I wasn’t planned. But he stepped up to the game, he always did his best. And I love him,I know I make fun of him but like I said, he’s like Michael so I can’t not love him.”

He smiles when she explains it and he had to admit that the love she had for Roberto was similar to the one he had for Pete. He was also his godfather and his uncle, so he understood when Beatrice spoke so fondly of him, “Well, he seemed really fun at the wedding.”

“Ah,” Beatrice laughs, bringing the cappuccino to her lips, “Before or after drinking? You know we like to call him Shrimp because he gets red so quickly it’s insane.” and her uncle always got beet red whenever inebriated. “I hope that this boat he got is at least somewhat new,” she begins, “I mean,I don’t know he never mentioned wanting one before but knowing him he probably got it from a guy he met at the supermarket months ago.”

Bradley nods, but he’s trying hard to not make a scene while eating the coffee chocolate mousse cake with tiny dark chocolate disks on top. It was way too good, “He makes friends easily, what’s wrong with that?”

Beatrice just rolls her eyes playfully, “I suppose so. Oh!” she quickly pulls out her phone, “I have to take a picture of this and send it to Michael. He loves sfogliatella and he’ll be so mad.” she giggles impishly after saying that, holding the phone right on top of the pastry and making sure to have the perfect angle, “There!” she immediately sends it to him with the same little smile.

“You are cruel.”

“I can be.” she says sweetly, shrugging at him before looking down at the photo gallery, smiling at the pictures they took together. There weren’t many, honestly they were so busy enjoying the trip they didn’t even think about taking the pictures. Beatrice smiles down at her phone before her eyes travel to Rooster who is clearly enjoying having dessert for breakfast yet again, “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Baby, it’s chocolate.” he emphasizes, gesturing to the slice with his fork, “How am I not going to enjoy it?”

“Fair,” she giggles, then takes a bite of her own pastry, cupping below it to hold the flaky pieces that broke when she bit down, “Were you,”she covers her mouth to chew and then continues her questioning, “Were you always a chocolate lover?”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, sipping his expresso and making a pleased face at how strong it was, “I loved it from birth I think. My mom loved chocolate, more than me.” he smiles sweetly, looking to the side, “There was a brand she loved a lot, always had it at home whenever possible. I remember asking Pete about it and he said it was the brand my dad got for her on their first anniversary together.”

Beatrice’s eyebrows lowered with a small smile, “That’s really sweet,Brad.”

He licks his lips,”Yeah,” the fork taps on the side of the porcelain plate, “When she got sick she couldn’t eat it anymore, doctor’s orders…but hell, the times I’d catch her trying to sneak a bite…I couldn't even count how many.” his smile drops diminutively, his tongue poking his cheek as he tries to control his emotions, “You know what’s funny though? She hated white chocolate.” he tried to change the subject and Beatrice wasn’t going to stop it, “And I mean she hated it, she didn’t consider it chocolate, she called it ‘sweet butter’.”

“I mean, you don’t like white chocolate either.”

“And I never will.” he finishes his sentence by plopping another piece of the cake in his mouth. “‘Cause it’s not chocolate.”

Beatrice’s smile only widened as he spoke. She knew how hard it was to speak about his mom and she never pressured him into talking more than he felt like sharing, but she was glad he trusted her enough to talk about Carole more often. “Thank God our wedding cake didn’t have any.” she jokes, sipping her cappuccino while laughing.

Bradley chuckles along, leaning back on his seat to run his fingers through his hair, “I mean, people who hated chocolate weren’t invited.”

“That’s true.” Beatrice giggles, “If they were we didn’t see them.”

And they shared another laugh, living in their own little world bubble, almost forgetting there were other people around. It was how it always was too, they had each other and the world was just there, just around them, “Where do you want to go from here?” he asks after the laughter subsides, taking yet another bite of the cake and gasping in delight at the huge piece of chocolate mousse sticking on top of his fork.

“Oh! I don’t know, I mean our options are all over and there are places that sell tickets on the spot. Honestly we can just walk around, check some other places, buy some stuff, who knows! Honestly I don’t mind…although the walking might work because we need to settle this breakfast down.”

“Fair enough.” he smiles, seeing Beatrice pick her phone again to check if Michael replied, “Baby, we are in a different timezone, it’s probably the middle of the night for Michael.”

Beatrice hums, “I guess so, but he has insomnia, he usually replies quickly.” but she shrugs, “You are right, he’ll reply when he can, he’s probably watching some movies right now. I did tell him he could watch everything but porn, because that’d be traumatizing for me.”

“Fair enough.” he chuckles after finishing the cake, leaning back on his chair with a sigh, “This was incredible. Fuckin’ great.”

“I might try to make it at home, that and the sfogliatella.”

He opens his eyes at her after closing him in complete bliss, “If you do I might just marry you again.”  she laughs again, dabbing the napkin over her lips gently, “I’m serious.”

“I know you are Roos.” she says, finishing her coffee,  still grinning “I know you are.”

[echoesofadream]

books I've read in 2023 so far, as of July

Den lodande människan - Patrik Svensson: loved it, could not have started my year with a better book. 5/5

Sveket - Birgitta Trotzig: became severely depressed during the three days I read this in (had to read fast for school), seriously affected my wellbeing and mental health and the way I viewed the world. when it ended it felt like waking up from a nightmare, the relief of realizing there is beauty in the world because there was none in this book. ???/5

Watership Down - Richard Adams: read swedish translation. love, just love. I found the Efrafa arc weird and misplaced in this book about rabbits though, very strange. 4/5

Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad: read this after I watched Apocalypse Now because I loved the film, and I think the film made me like the book more. also the first classic I read in a while and I think thats part of why I liked the writing so much. extremely racist even though its supposed to be like, anti colonial commentary? but I suppose it was in its time. 4/5

Annihilation - Jeff Vandermeer: swedish translation. I watched the movie a few years ago and ive been wanting to read this since. and im glad I did because I did like it but idk im sensing a theme here like maybe I shouldn't have read swedish translation instead of original language in some cases. cause I liked this but maybe I wouldve liked it more in english? idk.. like 3.5-4/5 though

Circe - Madeline Miller: I really liked this one. reading this in front of the fireplace, immersing myself in another world. I loved living in the Ancient Greece and greek myths for some time, I really felt I was there. I don’t know how Miller did it but she really conveyed the feeling of immortality, I really felt I was living through centuries alongside Circe and the feelings that come with that. thats why the ending was so perfect. Odysseus was the best part tho. 4.5/5

The River Between - Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o: read up on the topic of FGM in Africa on the side as I was reading this. a very interesting and also gruesome, eye opening experience. what stays with me is the total darkness of the nights, really pierced through my soul. 4/5

Dear Edward - Ann Napolitano: swedish translation. my grandma gave this to me and told me to read it because she read it and wanted to hear what I thought, I never would have read it otherwise. it wasnt really my thing but I do like airplanes and airplane crashes as a plot, so that was the stuff I took away from the story, the rest kind of just went through me. but im kind of happy I read this book just for that reason because that part really affected me. also the conclusion was more touching than the rest of the book, which felt kinda detached. 2.5/5 for the book, 4.5/5 for airplane stuff (my post i make the rules)

1Q84 - Haruki Murakami: swedish translation (ive read all my Murakami books in swedish, since the original language isnt english and also because i like it). some parts I really really loved and were some of my fav elements of any murakami book. but this was not my favorite. overall I liked it, though. actually loved the experience of reading this because i always love reading murakami due to the meditative descriptions of daily chores combined with surrealism, and this one was extra long and repetitive so i loved that. also was interesting cause I looked up the cult events its inspired by so that was interesting too. this one had a bit more surreal/fantasy elements than his other stuff ive read I think? which was nice also. 4/5

If I had your face - Frances Cha: im glad I read it. a good insight into the reality of women in South Korea. not perfect but i feel this book succeeded in what it aimed to be. 3/5

Eileen - Ottessa Moshfegh: swedish translation. i dont really know how to feel about it, really. honestly, I dont even know what to say. this left my head kind of empty, which... may not be a good thing.. could be a poor translation, if i read another of her books ill read in english. 2.5/5

The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller: read this hoping to get more Odysseus but there wasnt a lot. Honestly not a huge fan of this book, Circe was so much better. what rlly irked me was Miller sugarcoating some aspects of these war criminals, more specifically the rapes/sex slaves — yet keeps some things in as if they were essential. More specifically, Patroclus sleeping with that girl i cant remember the name of, for god knows what reason, it was such an unpleasant read and she had to write this so much more explicitly and drawn out than any sex scene between Patroclus and Achilles? That pissed me off and genuinely I felt it was so ugly of Patroclus because that was cheating. If it was meant to be read as asssault thats worse because that woman is literally a rape victim (of Achilles) in the canon. Very distasteful to turn a rape victim into a rapist for fanfiction fantasy. Circe was Miller’s apology to women for writing this book. 3/5

Klara and the Sun - Kazuo Ishiguro: swedish translation. My first Ishiguro. I found the conversations between characters unnatural and unempathetic, the latter especially when aimed at Klara. It is established that Klara has feelings to some degrees and yet is treated as someone who does not, and yet they characters are not supposed to be viewed as unlikeable? This threw me off and also put me off the whole book. But I really liked the character and perspective of Klara, she was my favorite part of this book. I thought it was kind of brilliant to be in Klara’s brain, but felt sorry for her due to her treatment. It frustrated me how much love and care she had for Josie and the others for almost no reason since they were never very kind or caring in turn to her or likable on their own. Her loyalty was almost pitiful, like that of an abused pet or child. The whole replacing Josie thing is so un-human I can’t even fathom these characters aren’t supposed to be viewed as something else than dystopically post-human! (Are they meant to be viewed as that? Unclear) Who could ever replace their child with a robot, an inherently selfish act, they can not possibly believe they would somehow be reviving Josie for anyone else’s sake than their own? Josie would not live on, she would still be dead. So it would be for themselves to play pretend, and it’s completely bizarre. I can’t believe this wasn’t even the moral dilemma. The whole ”something essential that can’t be replaced” is one discussion and it was handled quite weakly, but obviously even if Klara learns all there is about Josie, and is able to ”become” her, the same Josie will not have been born again to experience it. She would be a clone who ACTS like Josie, at most. She would have ”learnt all the rooms of her heart” but she wouldn’t be her, she would only copy. But no one cares about that, only whether Klara can become her clone or not. Including the father who is more critical about it seems to think it would be fine to clone his daughter and act like she is the same one, if it ever would work. could be the translator who sucks? Debating if i should read any more Ishiguro. 2/5

Lucy - Jamaica Kincaid: this is my second Kincaid, I love her writing. love it, gorgeous. she is straight forward, conveys so strongly, vividly. 4.5/5

The colorless Tsukuru Tazaki - Haruki Murakami: swedish translation. you know what, I think anyone complaining about this book should take an extra look at the cover. you’re reading murakami, this is what you get. that said, I do think this is one of his weaker attempts of his tried standard formula, ive seen him do better. I do feel like the prose was a little new, experimental maybe? Which was interesting. also not enough homoerotica. 3/5

[gyuswhore]

So... I'm not the type of person who reads siblings AU, cause theyre always about a little sister and her always the jealous overprotective big brother member and all. As a little sister of a big brother who lived together without our parents for five years. OC and Seokmin's relationship was what REALLY fixed me on 'Hits different'. I LOOOVEEE everything about how they care about each other and respect their privacy and try to protect each other and how they are annoying and petty at the sametime, because this is how siblings actually are irl and it was so good to finally see it written by someone.

I loved how oc matured along the plot. Idk but feels like we were experiment the same as Gyu, changing our vision of a little lovestruck crybaby inocente girl to a independent and reliable woman, seeing why and how he could fall in love for her.

She fell first but he falling harder was so so so prettily written and gave all the goosebumps in my body.

Yeah, I don't read siblings AU, but yours made me change my mind. Thank you so much!

Sorry for grammar errors, and if I don't make sense. English isn't my first language

anon im sorry it took so long to reply to this but be assured i kept coming back to read this over and over

first of all im so glad i was able to change your view on sibling aus bc i actually dont have any siblings at all lol. growing up id always seen siblings at each others throats and i was like ???? that is a built-in best friend what is up with yall

im so glad i was able to display a healthy sibling relationship bc i really do love seok and reader so much 🥹

as for reader and mingyu, im glad i was able to show their development as people too 🫶 confession but i kinda wish id shown reader to be a little more resilient than i did but alot of people's comments (including yours) are telling that maybe she was alright after all lol

thank you so much for sending this in, i love it when people tell me their every thought about a fic and im so beyond happy you were able to relate to it too <3

[fearowkenya]

Winds of Change

Chapter 4: Stemming the Tide

It’s hard to hold onto hope when panic and fear take root and start to spread, climbing the notches of his spine and weaving back and forth between his ribs. But Ryo knows now, that hope and fear can both exist at once—he’s seen it for himself.

The group witnesses something that looks a lot like a miracle, but it's still not enough to chase away everybody's fears. Ryo and Shuuji each find themselves with separate demons to battle as they resist the pull of despair.

ao3 link in source, extended end-of-chapter author's note below!

editing this chapter took WAY longer than usual. I do two proofreads per chapter before i post, and if i edit more than a couple of sentences at any point, i start the entire proofread over. needless to say, i did a LOT of editing and rereading before finally making it to my posting checklist. ultimately though im pretty happy with it. mostly im just so glad to have finally posted the scene that was jokingly titled "labramon the egg wizard" so i could talk about how much I enjoy the title "labramon the egg wizard". jokes that are for me

anyway, "labramon the egg wizard" is one of the first parts of this fic that i wrote! there's a skeletal outline of the events in that section in my replay notes, though a lot about that scene has changed since then. it was always going to be labramon who was gonna help out though! why labramon..? … … well she's a dog , and it made me go 'heheh' to think of her doing pointer behaviors. no other reason (:

i know we get renamon egg in moral, but i don't actually remember much of what that looked like because it lasted like 2 seconds. thats absolutely NOT what i wanted for shuuji - i wanted it to be a scene that completely bodies him, where hes got this unexpected second chance hovering just beyond his reach, but he has to confront exactly what he's done in order to get it. i dont remember a lot of 02, but that one episode where ken goes looking for wormmons egg has this very specific vibe where its like, "here's some hope for you when youre at your lowest but never forget that you seriously fucked it up". it was brutal but beautiful and then i cried a bunch i think. idk it was a long time ago. maybe im completely misremembering that scene, who can say. thats how it lives in my memories tho

in any case, i definitely wanted it to be from ryo's perspective for the same reason that the aftermath of wendimon was from his pov. he's so much more observant than shuuji, who would not take notice of what the others are doing and saying while he's in the middle of getting pingponged between hope and gut-wrenching remorse.

the middle section, titled in the draft as "mcfreakin losin it", was a lot of fun too! the Plan(tm) at the beginning was something i edited in pretty late in proofreading. having an itemized list like that might feel more like a "shuuji thing" than a "ryo thing", but i think ryo's active effort to take responsibility and try to help kunemon with what hes stressed about would lend to him trying to come up with something a little more concrete. unfortunately for ryo, he has no backup plan for when the first one is turned upside down, and we all know what happens when something catches him off guard lmao. it was actually really interesting to write ryo in a position where he's witnessing more or less what he himself is like when he shuts down. being the one who has to snap shuuji out of this state has ryo realizing that this is what takuma and kunemon have to deal with when he's the one freaking out. i think that's kinda fun.

the last section has what feels to me like the most editing. it really wasn't a section that i spent a lot of time fiddling with until now because the bulk of it was quoting or paraphrasing existing dialogue from the start of part 6 for context, then diverging into what that scene looks like in a world where lopmon isn't around to be unable to explain what happened. like i said on ao3, as i was reading over the canon dialogue in truthful for reference, i realized i really just…didn't like it much. the argument escalates and de-escalates several times but never to a degree that feels all that extreme, and ends up feeling like it's just dragging out for no reason. people make their points at times that feel WEIRD, particularly ryo. lemme see if i can explain this.

so ryo doesnt say this til the latter half of this argument, and i HATED THAT because it's like… after everything he's been through with kunemon, it doesn't feel right that he's having those doubts. but i thought about it and i actually think it makes sense for him to have a momentary lapse where he slips back into old habits - letting fear take over and pushing away anything and anyone that has even the slightest chance of hurting him. he spent a LOT of time in that mindset, and even though he's working on reversing it, it's not gonna happen in a day. that said… the placement of ryo's doubts in the canon dialogue still feels super weird. i think it makes a lot more sense for him to panic at the very beginning of this argument, and then calm down as he remembers how solid his bond with kunemon is before sticking up for the digimon a little more aggressively. it just feels so passive in-canon when i think he would have taken a much more active role in defending falcomon and the others once 1) he remembers the context surrounding what happened in the waterway, and 2) he's reminded of how kunemon has helped him change.

i know some of the weird pacing of this dialogue is because the player needs to have input at some point, but i think takuma could've been much more powerless during this argument - the game has no problem taking away agency, since saving ryo is the only thing that will save shuuji, no matter what the player does. maybe im nitpicking, idk.

regardless, minoru's dialogue makes the most sense, but i still think it could have been condensed into a much sharper and more sudden escalation. it keeps being like "(minoru voice) IM MAD IM MAD" "(takuma voice) chill" "(minoru voice) oops sorry. … … … IM MAD IM MAD IM MAD" "(takuma voice) calm down" "(minoru voice) oops. … … … IM MAD IM MAD" etc etc etc. it just made the argument feel weak and drawn-out instead of intense and explosive.

i did keep some of it though! i thought that minoru's paranoia and sudden fear of trusting his partner was pretty compelling, which is why i kept those doubts in and quoted the lines about him wanting falcomon to prove his loyalty.

i chose those lines specifically because they say a LOT about minoru once you connect this argument with what i think is the root of his insecurities - his parents' divorce.

it's funny because as far as im aware, The Divorce doesn't even come up unless you choose an INCORRECT ANSWER in an OPTIONAL affinity event with minoru. im not 100% sure thats the only mention though! im currently at pt8 of my replay where the goal is to see every bit of truthful route dialogue possible. if it comes up in other routes, i managed to miss it lmao. anyway, because of that, for the longest time i thought The Divorce was just a popular headcanon, and didn't actually see that dialogue until recently. but as soon as i did i started looking at the stuff he does and says through the lens of somebody who was affected extremely poorly by his parents divorce, and it contextualized A LOT for me. suddenly the way he reacts in pt 6 makes so much sense, because imo falcomon turning around and killing him isn't his only concern: he's also terrified that he was vulnerable in front of someone who doesn't actually care.

pre-game minoru lacks a support system, and is afraid to rely on a new one. im not going to go on about it for too long because we'd be here all day, but im pretty sure that his parents divorce was MESSY, and he witnessed all of it. that same event where he mentions to takuma that his parents are divorced is also when he says that he doesn't think his mom has noticed that he's missing, even though at this point the kids believe that they've been gone for several days. he doesn't see his mother as support because she's too busy working, and since he doesn't even know where his father currently lives, clearly he doesnt get much if any support from his dad. the difficulty minoru has in shedding the goofy exterior and being genuine and vulnerable in front of people makes me think that he never found a support system to replace the one that he watched crumble in realtime when his parents split.

prior to part 6, we can assume that minoru started to see falcomon as someone that he could allow to see his insecurities. i also believe that minoru understood that shuuji and lopmon's relationship was supposed to look a lot like his and falcomon's, or like anybody else and their partner's. minoru could see lopmon trying to be supportive, so the dysfunction only seemed like it was on shuuji's end. so when lopmon flies off the handle and tries to murder shuuji, one of the things that minoru gets from it is that, no, actually, the trust and support that the digimon have for their partners is NOT unconditional. i think that watching this happen looks exactly like how it felt when the support system he'd had in his parents completely fell apart, except the lopmon situation comes with a fun extra "I'm going to kill you" sort of vibe that tells minoru that his relationship with falcomon is just not safe.

or worse, maybe that support system was never real in the first place. what if there was something darker beneath the surface that he just couldn't see?

anyway.

now, as dracmon says, all we gotta do is hurry up and wait. well. you do. i dont, im gonna be editing chapter 5 til the cows come home. im getting the distinct impression that it's gonna require even more reworking than this chapter did.

but that's neither here nor there - id love to hear your Gamer Theories about what im cooking up. there are a few things that are still going unaddressed after four chapters, and i wonder how much of it can be puzzled out based on what i've said so far. obviously im not able to see the story from a reader's perspective, so im not really able to gauge if the stuff that's being foreshadowed or otherwise implied is starting to become clearer. so please consider leaving a comment with what you think, or your favorite part or anything else that stood out to you! I'd much appreciate it. thank you for reading, and see you… mm… nnnnext…week…? ideally.

[youmyjhope]

Small confession time 👉👈 I have been always kinda more interested in anal sex than vaginal. I spent lot of time imagining how would it feel, I was scared of the pain, especially because vaginal sex is uncomfy for me and painful, so it took me some time to decide to use the small plug I bought, but then I did it. The more I scrolled through your page the more strength I collected to go for something bigger because the plug felt like I'm still empty (idk if that's even normal am I just a big sucker for anal or I have a big asshole or whatever). Started with the small vibrator, until today when I took my biggest vibrator. Thanks to your page I managed to fit it in 💓🥰 I don't think I ever felt something better than this. Like why does it even feel so fucking good it's not us who have the g spot there. Anyways with small practice I think I will be able to fit in the dildo I own. I am so fucking excited. I can't wait to bounce on it. It's like my biggest wish since I started masturbating.

Truly thanks for your hard work. It wouldn't have been possible without you 💓

ahhh love that for you🥰 im glad my page is helpful💕

whats crazy is not long ago i googled why anal stimulation feels so good and apparently the clit contunies in the ass or something😭

but ive neveer had an actual anal orgasm i always need to stimulate the clit as well

but the orgasm comes so fast with anal stimulation which is fascinating

i wonder how the anal only orgasm feels like cuz i read its very possible🤔

[tonberry-yoda]

Alright I finally got done with work my goodness it was long but u said I can still participate in the event so here I am 😁 I don't rlly know what type of stuff to write in these match up esk requests but here I go ig-♡

So I'm a 16 yr old dual college/ high-school student hoping to be a forensic pathologist so I'm doing a pre med chemistry work at a community College in my city while attending in person half in half college and high-school I work part time at a game stop [very fun btw would recommend] I am 5'4 I have red hair and blue eyes I love reading I compete in battle of the books club for my high school I also if not more love video games [why I work at gamestop] I dress in a goth style tho my room is mostly pink lol I love doodling my school work is covered in it

My ideal date would prob be cuddling and watching cheesey movies or playing our childhood video games together while remembering how we played when we were younger -♡idk if I needed to write more or not lol my bad if I did 😅

notes 💌: hello love!! you are one hard working girl!! im so glad you had time to send this in after all of your work. thank you for all of your support in my time of being on tumblr it seriously means the world to me <3 i hope you have a lovely valentine's day and I know you will love who i matched you with!

THE CHARACTER CUPID CHOOSES FOR YOU THIS VALENTINE’S DAY IS…

KAKYOIN!!

we all knew i was going to say this lol

like after reading your matchup, no wonder you request him all the time!!!

you two fit together so well omg

this man would support you 100% in everything you do

he thinks that it is fantastic that you work so hard for what you want

but he will make sure you dont overwork yourself

he will make sure breaks are taken and that you are healthy as can be

your happiness is his happiness, so he wants to make sure you stay with a huge smile on your face <3

give him discounts on video games

he will always visit you at work because god knows he is there to buy more games

you also give him insight on new games coming out and all that

you have the best video games knowledge for him and he loves you even more for that

read to him

or read with him

he loves reading the same books as you because he wants to see what you are reading

he loves your goth aesthetic

like he's obsessed with it

he just has a goofy smile on his face whenever he sees you all dressed up

doodle in his notebooks too

he thinks it's cute

he ADORES your room

that pink room is just everything to him

it's just so cozy and cute <3

💌 HOW WOULD HE ASK YOU TO BE HIS VALENTINE??

he would write you a cute note and get you your favorite flower and snacks. it would just say "do you want to be my valentine? <3" and then i think he would ask you with words too :)

💌 VALENTINE’S DAY DATE

Kakyoin had brought snacks and a smile on his face when he walked into your lively room with pink covering the walls. He had helped you set up some old consoles of yours from when you were a kid so you two could spend valentine's together just playing old video games and reminiscing on the good times. You smiled and gave him a quick hug before setting up the snacks in front of you and loading up nastolgia. You just played old video games for a couple of hours, laughing at your childhood self who couldn't pass the levels that you were now passing with ease. Kakyoin got turns too, where he would just talk about remembering when that game came out for the first time and how he waited in line just to get his hands on it. It felt like you had played every game by the time your thumbs were exhausted. You took a breath and curled up in Kakyoin's arms, seeing the sun set through your blinds. "That was fun," you said, pressing your cheek to his chest. "That was fun." Kakyoin said back, squeezing you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "What now?" You asked, walking over to open up the blinds and let the golden sun pour into the room. "We could just watch cheesy movies until you fall asleep." "Best Valentine's Day ever." You smiled, running into Kakyoin's arms for the entire night. <3

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[bonesandthebees]

SHAKES UR HAND PRISMO !!!

together we can convince the bee tumblr community to become as obsessed with it as us

ALSO DAMNNN DEDICATED /POS

on a side note-

hold up

on a side side note: i get so distracted in these asks bee omfg im so sorry, i feel like my high energy can get too much sometimes KFDSJKDF pls let me know if u need me to turn it down a notch, i just get excited whenever i talk about fics soo aksdfjkSKJDF

anyways on the original side note: talking about the bee tumblr community just made me think about it, it really does feel like a sort of family <3 i love seeing all the random updates from the different anons here and getting to connect to you and to each other, it feels much more wholesome and secure than places like twt LMFAOO but idk it's just nice <3

i had tumblr for awhile but i never used it until i started reading the asks here, and it took me awhile to join in bc i felt intimidated skfdkjsd which is ironic bc yknow i could always go anon? but idk it just felt like everyone had their groove going and i didn't want to intrude, but i joined and i never felt that way

anyways oops this got long (as it always does kjfsdkj), but i just wanted to say that i appreciate you bee <3 for letting us anons n non anons ramble in ur ask box and analyze ur fics and/or just straight up scream noncoherent things

this has been a bright spot in my life lately and it's really special to me <333 and ur genuinely like . one of the kindest authors i've met, but you also have such a good sense of your boundaries n stuff, i admire you really. ur super cool

and also to all the other sillies in bee's asks, i appreciate u guys too <3 ur all super cool people, and i love hearing what you have to say :)) it's genuinely really nice and comforting to be a part of this community <33

lol no you're fine icy!! while it can be a Lot it always makes me laugh whenever I post a chapter of something that has sandduo in it and my inbox just fills with you screaming. it makes me so happy to know how excited my fics make you and the others though so :D

the thing you said about the tumblr community we have here is so sweet though and it's more right than I think even I realized initially. it's really nice when I see regular askers/anons pop up in my inbox and get to catch up on tiny parts of your lives and then in turn you guys talk to each other—it's just so sweet y'know? the thing I really love about having such an active inbox especially with asks about my fics is that it's a lot easier for me to respond to tumblr asks than ao3 comments. I rarely reply to ao3 comments because it's really just overwhelming and then I'm like "well if I respond to one person I feel bad about not responding to everyone else" but sometimes I just don't know what to say or there's just too many comments y'know? I LOVE my ao3 comments they mean so much to me but it's really nice to have people come into my inbox here to tell me their thoughts on my chapters bc it gives me a chance to reply with my own thoughts in a way that feels a lot more like a discussion I guess

so yeah. thank you guys for coming into my inbox to give me your thoughts it seriously makes me so happy and is definitely part of the reason why I have so much motivation to post so much.

also I'm really glad you decided to start popping in here one day icy you're very fun to have around :)

one thing I've always been very aware of since getting 'big' in this fandom is how to maintain things like boundaries while still connecting with the community and my readers specifically. because I wanna talk to you guys and I love interacting with you and all that, but also sometimes people in fandom who get 'big' can be a bit strange to others or get way too involved with discourse and just stir the pot and to each their own do fandom how you want but I don't wanna do that y'know. I'm here to have a good time and I want this little community we've built to also just be a nice, welcoming place for everyone

thank you for this icy it really made me smile to read <3