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What's New In IF? Issue 2 (2024)

By Erika, Marjorie, Axel, Zach and Noi

Now Available!

Itch.io - Google Drive - Keep Reading below

EDITORIAL

We didn't grasp what it would mean to do this project…

We are so grateful about the love we received from the community since the release of the first issue of What's New in IF?

We didn't think it would reach so many people so quickly, and so positively. We're really floored by the lovely comments we received in the reblogged tags and replies and dms. It really means so much to us!

Though it is quite a bit of work, to track so many places and select the coolest stuff (especially from itch…), and we really didn't realise until now what we brought ourselves into…

But it is all worth it.

And we hope we can meet your expectations every week!

Thank you for everything!

ERIKA, MARJORIE, AXEL, ZACH, AND NOI

ADDENDUM

The game mentioned as The Dice in the zine is actually called The Dice Test. Apologies to @stanwixbuster .

We misnamed the project Bladeweaver (as Dawn of Heroes), and the update only included new scenes, not the full Ch2. Apologies to @bladeweaver-if.

REWIND

BECAUSE WE MISSED SOME THINGS LAST WEEK

Femboy Dating Simulator received an update with new routes. (@kathrinesadventures)

anhedonia and SUDDEN DEATH by DOMINOCLUB were released.

EVENTS

Spotlight on: The Spring Thing

Currently in its Voting Period, the Spring Thing is a yearly Interactive Fiction festival, meant as an informal counterpart of the big IFComp in the autumn. It has been held every year since 2002.

“The Spring Thing especially welcomes diverse voices and populations traditionally under-voices and populations traditionally under-represented in gaming, including women, people of color, queer and LGBT+ folks, and blind, neuro-diverse, or disabled creators. People from all walks of life should feel encouraged to participate as players, authors, or reviewers.”

The event is sectioned into three categories: the Main Garden, for games eligible for prizes, the Back Garden, for unfinished projects or experiments, and New Game+, for remastered and updated games.

Aside from the winning “Best in Show” ribbon (and prizes), each entry can receive “Audience Awards”, customised ribbons submitted by voters.

You can play the 33 entries over on the Spring Thing website! And if you liked one very much, consider voting for it before May 11th!

According to the organiser, the votes are really split, so EVERY VOTE COUNTS!!

CONFERENCE

You can now register for the Narrascope! It is happening June 21-23, in hybrid. They've also released the schedule of talks!

ONGOING (VOTING)

Do you speak German? The annual Grand Prix has released its submissions and is looking for voters! Deadline is May 1st!

[And the Spring Thing too!]

ONGOING (SUBMITTING)

The Dialogue Jam by the @neointeractives group is open for submission until Tuesday 30th! Only Dialogue is allowed!

On Tuesday 30th, the window to submit for the Text Adventure Literacy Jam 2024 will end. The goal is to make a parser for beginner players.

Also ending at the end of the month is the Amare Games Festival 2024, which is all about love!

On the Choice of Game Forum, the Diversity Jam is running. They accept any CScript game… as long at is not in ENGLISH!

THE BITSY JAM IS BACK!!! NO DIALOGUE - 8 DAYS (sorry, we almost missed it, we're really excited for it, but space was limited)

OTHER

The Interactive Fiction Showcase is still running, with new submissions, since last week! It is happening on itch!

GAMES

NEW RELEASE

We're Women, After All (RenP’y) is a new short entry to the Art Without Blood's universe. (@catskets)

Loser (HTML) is a new short game by the DOMINO CLUB collective.

Leechcraft (Twine) is a dark-fantasy medieval game where you play a vampire healer. (@addersmire)

Mysteries of the Star Odyssey (Twine) is a sci-fi first project looking for feedback.

A Tavern at Night (RenP’y) is a cosy fantasy D&D- inspired visual novel involving campfires and tarot cards. (@qkayoostudio)

Werewolf: The Apocalypse — The Book of Hungry Names (COG) is out!

NEW RELEASE (WIP)

Geo-Terra (Twine) is a fantasy project where you will be able to play multiple races.

The Heir of Alvion Kingdom (Twine) is a fantasy game where you suddenly become the sole heir of a kingdom. Website:

Mending Yesterday (Twine) is a dark slice-of-life project with maybe a hint of horror. (@moonlightpeddler) Website:

GAMES UPDATES

Obsolete Stars (CScript) completed its 8th chapter, now available in the demo. (@obsolete-stars-if)

Alpha, Beta, Omega (Twine) has included new scenes in the demo. (@dam-peace)

An Unexpected Green Journey (CScript) is going through final general updates before submission! (@krogpile)

The Bar on the Abyss (Cscript) released Chapter 4 (@thebarontheabyss)

Daria: A Kingdom Simulator (CScript) is looking for beta readers for the last update.

Ripples of blood (CScript) now has a new route.

FFS, Another Northern Duke (RenP’Y) has released its final demo before commercial release.

Thicker Than (CScript) has made the last update public (@barbwritesstuff)

BREACH: Chicago War Zone (CScript) is now over 1 million words! (@breachverse)

Those Long Dead (Twine) has released the Twine port of the demo. (@aevumgames)

Midnight Market - Book 2 (Twine) has made Chapter 4 public (@night-market-if)

To be human (Twine) has released its demo! (@kinglyoverlord)

BLESS (B+F+S) (Twine) has released Chapter 7. (@mahadeoh-blog)

The Ink Stained Chessboard Test (Twine) has been moved to Twine. (@inkstainedchessboard-if)

“The In-Between” (CScript) has released a SFW version of the game.

The Ultimate Magic Student (CScript) now includes 31k more words.

We apologize if we missed an update or a release. We are but volunteers trying to find as much info as possible, but sometimes news pass through the cracks.

Please, let us know if something should have been added to the zine, and we will shout it out next week!

HIGHLIGHT ON...

A couple of games that we thought were cool.

Birdland by Brendan Patrick Hennessy (Twine) @brendanpatrickhennessy

The XYZZY Award-winning interactive game about summer camp mystery, surrealism, and finding who you are. An amazing lesbian YA dramatic teenage romance. recommended by [anonymous]

31st March, midnight by Prof. Lily (RenP’y)

An a phenomenal short visual novel about the game dev experience in an up-and-coming studio and the perception of Visual Novels in the gaming industry. recommended by Kastel

Ryan Veeder's Authentic Fly Fishing by Ryan Veeder (Inform)

“I can't believe I only found this game like… 3 days ago. I just freaking love fishes and this was the most frustrating ever because you can't only fish in there. But gosh darn isn't it amazing. Like I didn't expect to get tangled in all of this…”

submitted by Eli

Your favourite game here?

Do you have a favourite game that deserve some highlighting? Tell us about it! A old or recent game that wowed you so much you want to spam it to everyone? Tell us about it!

We'll add it to the page!

FINAL WORD

Before we end this issue, we would like to thank:

[anonymous], @elegantunknownphantom, Eli, [anonymous], Jill, Kastel, [anonymous], and (again xD) [anonymous].

Your messages left on our itch page, our Tumblr ask and submission inbox, our email (! even), and the Google Form, have been so so useful in making this issue (seriously, we wouldn't have found at least 10 games without your tips).

And we'd like to thank all of you, who liked and especially shared the issue with so many people! Thanks to you, we were able to reach new readers (who got to find new games!) and new authors (who we didn't know about before!).

Sharing is truly caring!!

See you again next week!

ERIKA, MARJORIE, AXEL, ZACH, AND NOI

WHAT'S NEW IN IF? 2024-ISSUE 1

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[nikirishimura]

Learn from the Best. (s.jy.)

roommate!jake sim x bi!reader

summary: jake arrives at your shared apartment where he accidentally and (un)fortunately makes eye contact with you as you eat out another woman <33

genre: roommates to lovers (?), two idiots who don't know what they are to each other trope, slight angst, suggestive scenes, smut.

warnings: eating out, slight voyeurism, body worshiping, sub!jake, virgin!jake, experienced!reader, oral sex, unprotected sex. no threesome </33 for now 👀 (5k words)

a/n: hii!! dropping this here on the last day of pride month because why not <33 i barely see fxf smut here on kpop tumblr so i decided to make one. don’t forget to leave a like!! pls do send me ur feedbacks thru the comments! reblogs are very much welcome and encouraged !! thank you so much!! enjooooy

"okay, i'm gonna need some context with this one." jake announces as he closes the door in his room.

you see your roommate's gaze with a hint of judgment as he eyes your figure in front of the full-length mirror in the living room of your shared apartment; one hand hiking your shirt up to your left bosom, the other hand slightly squeezing it.

"babe, please be a deer and help me out." you speak without batting an eye at him.

"again, context please." you could hear his voice almost shaky.

"i'm looking for a bruise. please help me look" you state rather nonchalantly.

"uh- i– oh, okay. yeah, well. hang on a sec." jake tries so hard not to stammer but fails terribly.

in what world would anyone think that this casual request from you is far from creepy and weird? then again, you wouldn't consider this kind of occurrence unusual since you and jake have done almost everything together ever since the shy boy from your 21st Century Literature class moved in with you. to other people, however, this is not the norm. especially to your friends who you would expect to be the most understanding. they'd often tease you both and leave suggestive remarks when you act like every other couple ever to exist. well, you guess that might be the thing. you and jake are not a couple. but so what? you live together because rent isn't, at all, cheap. and also, you revel in the thought of having such eye candy of a roommate.

you eat together because you live together. you wash the dishes together. you do your grocery together. you brush your teeth together. you watch your favorite netflix series together and then snuggle up on the couch to relax after a long, tiring day, because then again: cohabitation, and simply, just why not? it's all part of the cycle now. living with jake has become a fundamental part of your life at uni that you never think of spending a day without him. every once in a while, you think about all of this in an attempt to rationalize your social relationship with your roommate, whatever your common friends might think it actually is. well, you did once cuddle half-naked on a winter night.. or maybe twice. but that's not the point right now.

"what exactly do you want me to do," jake moves closer behind you to "see" the situation.

you finally let go of your boobs and face him, your other hand still clutching your shirt for him to see.

"touch it." you say, oh-so casually. "feel it. i need to know if there's a bruise."

"wouldn't you know if you had one?" he asks, obviously confused at what you are making him do.

"it's painful and i need to know exactly where it is."

"there. this part," he grabs your hand for you to feel it yourself as he gently caresses the blue-ish green spot on the left side of your left chest.

"damn it. now i'm gonna have to get it checked." you loosen the grip on your shirt and jake realizes that he still has his hand inside.

he slightly panics but instead of letting go, he freezes for a bit and you laugh at his reaction.

"what, you haven't touched a boob before?"

he stutters and before he could even speak, you jokingly say, "well there you go, you already held mine. you’re welcome." while sending a wink his way. you know how you affect him. the blush on his face becomes evident, the small smile on his lips also giving it away.

"what exactly happened?" querying as he plops down beside you on the couch.

"i was extremely late and rushed so i hit my side on the doorknob on the way to class yesterday."

jake bursts out laughing with this information. "how could you be so clumsy and so dumb at the same time?"

"hey that's not very nice." you punch him lightly on his chest.

"well i was nice enough to check your boobs for you."

"please, if anything i did you a favor." you retort smirking.

"and you tell me i'm the mean one?" letting out a scoff before giggling.

the both of you stay there for a while, just basking in on the quiet.

"so, listen." you try to break the silence, rubbing the tip of your thumb just above the palm of his hand. he doesn't know exactly what it is he's feeling but he's certain that he's never felt this before. though the semantics are unclear, he's never felt anything quite like this before you.

'maybe heeseung was right,' he says to himself, 'maybe i shouldn't have agreed to this.' he shakes his head a bit as if this will make his thoughts go away and turns to you. "what?" he replies.

you stare at each other, once again, and you feel yourself mentally getting sucked into the universe of his eyes that holds the brightest of stars. almost mirroring what jake did just mere seconds ago, you jerk your head off in the subtlest way possible. you like jake but you dislike him at the moment so you guess that cancels it out. just when you were getting carried away once again, you remember that just a couple of weeks prior, he was entertaining other people too.

"i'm not gonna be home until past midnight tonight." you begin, not breaking eye contact.

"oh," he sounded rather disappointed and he wasn't trying to hide it. "so no movie marathon for tonight. why?"

"well, i'm meeting with a.. friend." you look away.

"but, i'm still not sure.” you immediately follow, “there might be a change of plan, we'll see." trying your hardest not to seem like you're gauging your decisions based on his reactions.

"why does it feel like you're waiting for my permission or something?" making it clear that you're not as sly as you think you are and that he's nearing annoyance. he was laughing but you know he’s not, in the slightest, happy.

“i’m not.” wide eyed, taken aback, you get up. “anyway, i guess i’ll catch you later.” leaving your friend a bit stunned at the exchange.

and for a split second, you face eye to eye with a hypocrite in the mirror. it wasn’t fair to cancel plans with jake just because he was seeing other people and you were being petty about it. afterall, you had your fair share of booty calls and flings, too.

—

“you know what, i’m done. whatever this is. i don’t want it anymore.” jake huffs and marches outside the classroom as sunghoon and heeseung followed suit.

“are you talking to us or practicing that for y/n?”

one of the taller boys asks.

“what?”

“well, it seems like it’s more of you saying that to yourself than to anybody.” the oldest says.

“it’s just, she makes me insane sometimes, do you know that?” and like a sitcom, jake’s friends look at each other and nod at the same time.

“stop stating the obvious. okay, look. you’re in love with y/n.” heeseung points out with both of his hands dramatically. “why can’t you just say that?” a sigh of resignation leaving his mouth.

“BECAUSE!…” his voice turns into a whisper, “i already like her even before moving in with her! don’t you think that’s creepy?? i definitely think she would find me creepy. besides, i can’t! the statute of limitations has run out.” the younger pleads.

“boy, you’re an idiot.” sunghoon proclaims. “if y/n was my roommate, i would’ve slept with her the first night.”

“good thing she’s not, or else you would’ve been in jail.” jake retorts.

“or she would,” heeseung counterclaims. “she would’ve beaten sunghoon then and there.

“anyway, can we stop talking about hypotheticals. i’m in a fucking dilemma right now and i need answers.”

“all of this would be so easy if you just tell her how you actually feel.”

“then potentially lose her as a… perfectly good roommate??” jake tries to reason.

rolling his eyes, “or you could forever yearn and shut up about it.” the youngest has had enough.

“it’s like we’re always pushing and pulling, you know. all these mixed signals and the shit that we do that we all know isn’t what ‘just platonic friends’ do.”

heesung cackles at this and in a mocking voice, “‘platonic friends’ as if you are the opposite. you ARE platonic friends. it’s not like you guys are fuck buddies.”

“i’m not an idiot. i know when someone’s trying to be romantic with me.”

“also, she was sorta asking for permission earlier if she could hang out with a friend or something like that.” jake adds.

“i just feel like i’m being pushed to the side like some back up plan that if they don’t work out, she has something to come back to.”

"eh? didn't you go out with her friend last month?" heeseung asks, baffled at jake's words.

"yeah, well, it was a friendly date. we didn't even hook up." he tries to defend himself to which the oldest responds with another sigh and an eye-roll.

"then that makes both of you an idiot." sunghoon chides.

—

on the other side of the campus, you find yourself sulking in the middle of an occupied and busy cafeteria accompanied by your close friend, jay.

"i think i'm gonna fuck someone later," you come to a conclusion with your thoughts.

jay gives you a concerned look. "so instead of facing your feelings, you decide to engage in some carnal activity to deflect."

you can only shrug your shoulders at that. “when you’re stressed, you need to unclench sometimes, you know.”

“so, who is this someone?” tired of dealing with your rhetoric, your friend interrogates you instead.

“just a friend..”

“is that friend named ‘Sim Jaeyun’?”

“lol no. he’s acting weird lately. i keep sending hints of starting sexual relations but it seems like he’s not interested.” you roll your eyes and continue, “then i heard about him going out with a friend of mine recently. i couldn’t care less, like at all.”

jay raises an eyebrow. “which friend?”

“i don’t know. like i said, i don’t care.”

he wasn’t having any of your sass, not today. “sounds like you do.” he stands up and pats you on the back. “i’ll see you around. i have a date so i need to get away from your ugly energy as far away as possible.” he says laughing.

“then what am i supposed to do the whole afternoon?” you begin to sulk and complain even more.

“get fucked? i don’t know? text your sneaky link or whatever. i’ll call you after my date!” he winked and marched away.

—

smacking noises and heavy panting can be heard over your side of the apartment. two beautiful girls somewhat fighting for dominance over a battle of the tongue.

you pushed stephanie on the door of your bedroom, kissing her in the process. stephanie, your most recent fuck buddy. the sex was so good you even considered getting settled and making your relationship official at one point had she not been screwing around with other people when you were still flirting.

“sorry, i said we’d go out tonight but i just couldn’t wait to taste you.” you say in between kisses. hands snaking up and down her body.

“i don’t mind,” she kissed you back, even more fervently than you did. “i love it when we do this.”

pulling her by the hips, you position your leg between her thighs, knees putting pressure on her clothed core. “then why’d we stop?”

“huh?” she moans, eyebrows furrowed, her mouth already open from the pleasure that you’re giving her.

“i don’t know what your talking about— fuck!” she could barely talk as you pulled her hair down from the back giving your lips access to her neck.

“you were seeing someone else, weren’t you?” even though you’re not actually jealous, you still make it seem like you were. possessiveness turns her on more than anything, and you know it. she thrives on the attention, even if her loyalty gets compromised, or lack thereof.

she grabs your arms and flips both of you, pinning you up against the wall. she likes to assert dominance and so you let her. trying to get laid as soon as possible. “don’t talk to me like that. only i can talk down on you.” grabbing your cunt and caressing you through your leggings.

you don’t always like getting dominated but when she does it, it turns you on big time. you feel a gush of wetness pool in your panties as she sucks hickeys on your chest.

“god i fucking missed you.”

“oh yeah? show me how much you missed me then.”

holding steph on the neck, you give her an open mouthed kiss, the wet string connecting your lips make up for all those seconds you move away to catch your breath. you grab her by the waist, guiding the both of you towards the bed.

“i don’t think we will be needing this anymore,” straddling her as you remove her tank top only to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any bra all along. typical steph. “fuck, you’re so sexy. i’m gonna make you feel so good tonight.”

—

“fuck! god yes!” high pitched moans echoing throughout the hallway.

“you like that, baby?” almost inaudible but you still ask, knowing damn well the answer.

“fuck yes. please don’t stop,” stephanie squirmed and pleaded.

you continue to finger her, sticking two fingers in and out her hole, wet noises replacing the silence.

“yes. right there. oh god,” she whines, feeling a knot in her stomach. tight grip on your locks, forcing your face closer to her wet folds.

she was basically screaming at this point. after minutes of edging, you decide to finally give in and give her what she’s been aching for.

sucking on her clit, licking and spitting as you fuck your middle and ring finger inside her, faster… harder… deeper… you could feel her walls getting tighter and tighter each time.

“please don’t stop. shit”

“hng fuck i think i’m cumming–”

later that day, jake goes home dejected and confused. in all honesty, he tried playing this game with you thinking that his feelings would go away, and boy did that backfire. he no longer wanted to be that awkward and nervous boy every time he’s near you and so he decided to seek “help” from one of your friends,

‘stephanie?’

as your friend rides her orgasm, you lock eyes with the man you least wanted to see right now. jake probably heard the fiasco coming from your room when he entered the hallway and came in unannounced to check what was going on. it didn't register to him what was happening until it was too late.

here you are, in all your form and glory, lapping the juices of another woman, who came inside your mouth and creamed all over your fingers. sucking all what’s left as you continue to keep eye contact with your roommate. you couldn’t help it. you know it’s wrong and he knows it’s wrong but something felt right in between your legs at that exact moment.

stephanie was oblivious to the whole exchange as she had her back facing your door the entire time. coming down from her high, she lay down from exhaustion. but as she opened her eyes, she was surprised by the man’s upside down figure from her perspective. a smile immediately pops in her face, bolting up to face him. “jake!” she greets him.

“stephanie?” the shock in his voice was louder than any of the sound you were making literally seconds ago.

“wait, you know her?” you ask jake. looking back at the naked women below you, “you know him?”

"well yeah? who do you think was i seeing when i ghosted you for a month?" stephanie announces rather nonchalantly.

"saw! we saw each other one time, steph." jake interjects, somehow feeling the need to defend himself from you.

a response that clearly triggered her to which stephanie raises her eyebrows to, "and did you forget to mention the fact that we were sexting almost every night? or are you keeping that from y/n too?"

you couldn't believe the situation unraveling right in front of you. getting sick to your stomach, you quickly get dressed and excuse yourself from the people you're beginning to doubt if you actually knew all along. you couldn't stand being in the same air with your “friends,” who, right now, was treating you like a throwaway. one did not only use you, but also betrayed your trust. and the other whom you thought was your best friend, was lying to your face for a month.

"i'm out. since you didn't want to fuck me, i fucked your girlfriend instead." placing her fingers under his chin, stephanie attempted to give jake a chaste kiss in the mouth but he looked in your direction instead. kinda poetic, you thought. he was dodging her and reaching out to you. eyes trying to communicate but all you see is shallowness.

what stephanie said only confirmed your hunch. she was only using you.

you wanted to curse at jake for putting you in such a complicated situation but all you could do was heave a disappointed sigh and sneer at him, making your way towards the bathroom.

it seems like all the odds were in jake's favor tonight, a call ringing from his phone was just the cherry on top of this disaster. it was sunghoon and heeseung on the other line.

"not now. i need to talk to y/n." with zero protests, they hung up, chanting "finally."

—

banging on the bathroom door, jake screams for your name.

“NOW WHAT?” bare and all drenched, you yank the door handle to your side.

“we need to talk.” as jake walks past you to enter the private space.

“jake what the fuck. i’m literally in the shower right now.” hiding behind the useless glass wall to somehow form a barrier between the two of you.

“i know” jake removes his shirt as he joins you on the other side.

“what’s up with you and stephanie?” he started, turning on the shower.

“what’s up with you and stephanie, jake? you’re the one who went out with her, sexting her behind my back?” poking at his chest to get your point across.

“you guys had sex!” at this point he was all up in your face.

“that doesn’t answer my question!”

“i asked you first! so? do you like her?” crossing his arms trying to intimidate you.

“so i fucked her, that doesn’t mean i’d go out and date her.”

“yeah, right. ‘cause things don’t work like that for you. you fuck everyone else but the person you have feelings for, right? is that why you don’t have sex with me?”

“you’re insufferable!” the audacity of this man, after sneaking out behind your back, he dares accuse you of having feelings for him? you don't even bother to contemplate if it was true or not. no. right now, this is only a matter of pride to you.

“and no, i can definitely fuck you right now.” ego speaking first before your brain.

“then do it. unless you’re all bark and no bite?” was jake actually taunting you?

all thoughts out the window, you finally close the distance between you and him. kissing him softly and he eventually does the same. it was light and nonsexual, despite the two of you being naked. you never expected this, any of this, even though you've been wanting to make out with him, or even maybe fuck him for so long. what was holding you back? what was holding him back? or was it who? that was a lie though, you did expect this to happen, and it did. just not exactly the way you wanted.

you try to back away but he doesn't let you, pulling you even closer, wrapping his arms around your body. he kisses you deep and slow this time. it's passionate, unlike the first time, seeming to have found a rhythm that suited both of you. lips dancing with each other, tongues fighting one another, and hands moving on places you yearned for since that one winter night you cuddled for the first time. so this is what it feels like; being touched like you've never been before. or were you just giving him too much credit for being touch deprived the whole night? you didn't care. you wanted this anyway.

the longer you share your breaths, the stronger his ministrations on your body become. pushing you all the way against the wall. this sparked something in you. something you wished you had felt much earlier just so you could've avoided all the mixed signals, emotional attachment issues and even the drama that transpired tonight. finally letting go, no more questions in your mind. just one.

“you’re such a brat, aren’t you? and a slutty one at that. being so desperate. pulling shit like this just to get laid.”

"just to clear things up, i turned down stephanie. i couldn't think of sleeping with anyone else but you."

"ahh. so you're really a virgin, huh." you voiced sarcastically. "and why do you suddenly feel like explaining to me?" finally stroking his hard on.

you’ve never heard such groans this low and breathy. "well first, you asked, and i never meant to make you feel betrayed. i-" he stopped.

"you what..?" stopping your movement altogether. this elicited a whine from him.

"i just wanted some experience." he looked down, fidgeting his fingers down your skin. he, somewhat, looked in pain.

"and you really think sexting will get you there? jake, please, you could've just hit me up and said "hey i'm really horny right now, are you down to fuck?" or something like that." you scoffed.

pushing his body down to yours, he asks, "well? are you down to fuck right now?"

you give him a small smile and a chuckle.

"no."

slipping from his grasp, you exit the shower and laugh at him. "maybe.. if you gain my trust again"

not sure whether or not to follow you, jake was caught in another dilemma once again. classic.

"jesus christ, come here!" you shout from outside.

—

“tell me, baby boy. what do you want?” pushing jake to sit on the edge of his bed. your right leg anchored to one of his sides, giving him a better view of your naked cunt.

those once innocent eyes now holding nothing but lust. he looked at you through his lashes before placing wet kisses on your stomach. “i want you.” he said, “i want this” hand tracing from the lower part of your navel to your lips down there.

you instinctively throw your head back, locking your fingers through his hair.

he started moving his fingers back and forth your wet slick, parting your folds, drawing circles on your clit.

“do you want to eat mommy out?” you caress his cheek with your thumb. he nods, enthusiastically.

“will you teach me?” your eyes widen at this. ‘cute’ you think to yourself, ‘how innocent.’

“lie down for me,” you instructed to which he immediately obliged. “make me cum and you earn my trust back, deal?”

panting, chest rising up and down, you can tell his heart is beating fast but he accepts the challenge nonetheless.

you begin to straddle his chest. bending down to wipe the stray hair on his forehead, you give him one last kiss on the lips before sitting on his face.

“remember how you made out with me in the shower? now i want you to do that again, but this time on my pussy.”

using your middle and forefinger, you spread your folds for jake to devour. he started with small kisses that eventually turned into a full blown make out session. you grind your hips as you feel pleasure consuming the rest of your body.

“fuck, just like that, baby.” you never forget to praise him during the process. the unexpected pet name sending butterflies to his stomach. he began taking matters in his own hands, literally, when he drew circles on your clit using his thumb once again, tongue threatening to poke inside your hole every once in a while. you feel a knot forming at the pit of your stomach.

“ugh- don’t stop,” you whined, warning him that you’re close. he then sucked on your clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers. curling them in and out of you. “faster, please” you cried out, grinding harder and abusing his mouth. he then felt a gush of wetness come out of your hole as you let out a high pitched yell. the movement of your hips slows down as you chase your high. but jake didn’t stop with this, edging you close to overstimulation. “fuck, stop!” you remove yourself from his face and plop down next to his side.

you could see the smirk growing on his stupid lips and you could only roll your eyes at this. “now don’t get too cocky on me, mr.”

he laughs, “i’m not.” getting up and placing his body on top of yours. “this just means that you trust me again.” and you scoffed.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” giving your left nipple kitten licks while massaging the other to give fair treatment. “does it still hurt?”

“what?”

“your bruise.” tracing it ever so gently.

“i can barely even feel if it’s still there” you raise your head to look at where he’s pertaining to.

“well maybe we should give you more.”

he places open mouth kisses on your chest. sucking and nibbling on your delicate skin as he reached your neck. teeth grazed on your sensitive spot, eliciting a loud moan from you. he knew he found your sweet spot. he then positioned himself between your legs, as his thigh got in contact with your core, he noticed that you’re starting to get wet again. “am i that good?”

“don’t flatter yourself. you still have a lot to learn from me,” snaking your hands on the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. how you longed for this exact moment. “fuck me, jakey.”

he lets out another shaky breath at this. never getting used to your spontaneity, something about his virginity turning you on even more.

you stroke his dick some more to get him hard enough to enter you, “where do i cum?” he asks, oh-so innocently.

“i want your seed inside me. and don’t you dare hold back. fuck me like this will be your last, understood?” reassuring him that you’re on the pill.

he took this as a sign to slowly slide his member in your dripping mess. only getting used to the tight feeling, he was barely able to bottom out.

“fuck wait, if i move again i’m afraid i’ll cum straight away.”

you yank his hair, biting on his lower lip a little too harshly, “you can’t come unless i say so.”

“now move.” you spoke with a tone of demand.

he moves his hip back and forth, eyes shut, mouth agape trying hard to focus. dick slipping in and out, pelvises touching each thrust. you stare into his orbs, once again getting sucked into the universe that holds it. you feel a slight pang in your chest, guilt taking over. he only did what he's done because of you. only you. and you tried to get back at him for nothing.

he removes the legs wrapped around his torso and slings them up his shoulders instead. a power move that came to you as a surprise. just moments ago, you thought of making love with him but clearly he has other things in mind; one thing, and that's to fuck you senseless.

with the new found position, he began hitting a pleasurable spot inside you. your walls unconsciously clenching around him, triggering climax. “yes, fuck! right there baby. i’m close–” you announced.

“fuck i can’t hold much longer!” holding on to your hips, nails digging through the skin. sure to leave crescent-shaped traces until the next morning. his thrusts became faster and harder.

“let go, baby” you kiss him, deeply. as orgasm hits you once again, your legs start to shake, back arches and muscles twitch. the sound of skin slapping and muffled moans echoing the whole apartment. you feel spurts of liquid filling your walls as jake’s eyes roll back, his mouth unlatches from you. his orgasm hitting his whole body like a huge wave.

“my god.” he utters, almost out of breath. wrapping his arms around your waist after removing his body on top of you.

“why?” you look at him, a smile threatening to pop on his face

“just. wow.” he claims, you forgot for a second that this was actually his first time.

“my poor, innocent boy.” your palm drawing random circles on his chest. “we’re going to change that, yeah?”

his brows raised as his eyes widened.

“as much as i like you getting cute and shy and all that, i can’t help wondering what you’d be like if you dominated me in bed.” a smirk forming on your lips.

you don’t wait for him to answer, rolling on your side as you pull his arm closer to you. “what? it’s not like you’re new to cuddling as well.” you look back at him with a content smile on your face.

post nut clarity was usually filled with regret but this time is a bit different, you hope. actually considering getting vulnerable with him, but maybe some other time, so you just let him spoon you instead as he happily placed his head on the crook of your neck.

you lock eyes through one of the mirrors on the wall of his bed. arms wrapped around your body, one hand massaging your breast. at least, now, in this position, he knows not to ask for context.

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[awwordnd]

Hello, Kobold here!

With Episode 4 around the corner and it being Episode 5 overall, I figured now was a great time for an update on everything and a summary of the past few sessions.

To begin with - THANK YOU! The overall response to AWWOR has been so lovely and we are loving all of the art we've been seeing! That being said there's a couple things we should mention! ✨ We would love to hear your feedback but it would be best where we can see it! You can leave feedback on any of our socials, on the koboldkurios discord or here! We have our inbox open, including anonymous submissions for those who are a little shy. We would love to hear from you! (you can also ask us questions!) ✨ A reminder that if you do some art for the campaign and/or it's characters and would like to see it in the art reels at the end of each session - send them through, either here as a submission or to us via email! Make sure to let us know your social @ so we can credit you!

In amazingly exciting news, THE OFFICIAL AWWOR OST IS OUT ON SPOTIFY AND ITUNES!

Composed and created by the wonderfully talented @musicandtings, who has a plethora of additional music AND a podcast for you to check out, the AWWOR ost is a lively soundtrack and will be heard on streams each session! Go check the album out, give his other music a listen to and if you're inclined, consider commissioning him for some music of your own!

Onto some less exciting news, we do have to announce that Sponge who plays Corben will be stepping down. Sponge has some exciting life progressions that will be taking up a majority of their time that they had not expected when initially joining us. We wish Sponge all the best for the future and you may still see them in the stream chat or on the Koboldkurios discord from time to time so don't be afraid to say hi!

With Pride Month coming up, we would like to remind old and new viewers alike that AWWOR supports LGBT+ rights. With the crew being members of the queer community amongst other minority communities ourselves, we encourage a diverse, welcoming community. You are seen, you are loved. ♥

Finally, there is some discussion amongst the AWWOR discord regarding potentially moving to a weekly schedule. If this does indeed come to be, you will all be the first to know so stay tuned!

The past few sessions have been an absolute blast and we are all looking forward to seeing where this story takes us. We hope you enjoy the ride too. Until next time, and onto the summary!

SO FAR ON AWWOR...

The party convened, traveling to the docks of Yallasch to catch their ship. The party is bound for the small swamp village of Oparl which is currently under the effects of a severe illness. Dr Alligan Hue - newly cast out to experience the wider areas of the Border Kingdoms and Faerun by his college - has been assigned to aid the village and he is not alone, accompanied by Ateris, Saffy, Rhaya and Corben who join him for each their own reasons.

While boarding their ship, Ateris spies a ship she has been searching for for 33 years, a ship belonging to Fulgrim Shay - a past lover and father to her missing son. In an eager rush to hopefully see the man, she makes a run for the vessel while Alligan summons his familliar - a weasel named Yauna - to create a distraction by stealing their captain's coinpurse. With Rhaya aiding in the distraction they delay the ship just long enough for Ateris to find one of the crew and have him agree to pass on a message for Fulgrim. With that done, as her own vessel passes on it's way out of the bay, Ateris makes a daring leap and through some aid from the party, manages to land safely on deck.

Once in Dapplegate, the party picks up a horse and cart and a letter from Fulgrim before continuing onward toward Oparl.

The night before reaching the small village, the party sets camp in a sheltered outcropping out of the rain. The party chat a little and tension between Saffy and Alligan shows as the pair have a mild misunderstanding. Tired from travel, they almost miss the sound of being robbed as three kobolds scavenge through their boxes in the cart. The party proceeds to question, threaten and adequately intimidate the kobolds into returning the majority of the items taken, Saffy manages to charm the kobolds enough that they totally aren't making a cult based on the feline.

With the following rest, the party moves onward, travelling through the swamp. Rhaya and Saffy discover the polarising scent of citronella while the two humans in the cart attempt to avoid being eaten by mosquitos. Rhaya also discovers the magical properties of the dragonflies of the region - having adapted over time with the residual effects of the spellplague.

Hearing a scream from further into the swamp, the party jumps to action - coming to help a young person being accosted by a giant toad. Two giant toads, a saffy snack and some newly aquired frog meat later, the party continues on to the village. As they do they have a blunt but reasonably pleasant conversation with their rescued acquaintance, getting some more information on the recent events of the town.

Entering town, the party finds accomodation and board for their horse and cart. Here, Ateris catches up with the barkeep - familliar from her last journey through the region - and she and Saffy learn of a potential job for the party to take up during their time here. Meanwhile - Rhaya makes his way up to the rooms, avoiding the watchful gaze of a group of individuals who seem to recognise his pin. In an attempt to avoid coming eye-to-eye with them on his way back down he climbs out the window of his room to the roof - which he proceeds to fall off.

The party meet Thiddershins, a wood woad who runs the commissary in the village - though most of the residents seem unsure about his motives. The party proceeds to fall in love with him.

+1 favourite NPC

They then proceed to the village healer - a tiefling woman doing her best within the circumstances. They deliver supplies and Alligan offers to take a look at the patients - discovering that the illness is dire, a remnant of the spellplague and likely bought to the village from a previous adventuring party. While inspecting some of the patients, Ateris spies a glowing sigyl appear on Alligan's forehead before the skeleton of one of the patients tears itself from it's body and proceeds to attack the wizard.

once more the party leaps to action, still reasonably spent from their morning fighting toads. Some close calls later, they succeed but not without Alligan pushing his limited healing spell past it's usual daily use, taking a point of exhaustion.

Reeling from the battle and the resulting adrenaline, the party and healer step out of the healing tent where Alligan and Ateris explain to the rest of the party of a previous experience with what they believe to be an ancient black dracolich and it's potential connection to the skeletal attack.

The party continues to discuss matters with the healer and purchase some supplies from her that aren't needed for the ill as Ateris burns the body just outside town to prevent further spread of the illness, before they make their way back into the village, their destination being their accomodation. However as it happens, they make some stops at some of the businesses within the village.

Our absolutely-not-married-at-all housemates stop by what is essentially an op-shop in search of new travelling clothes for Alligan while the others make their way to the blacksmith, perusing the goods. Saffy additionally makes their way back to the store the ranger and wizard are perusing, striking up conversation with the storekeep and whisking off for some DM whispers in the backroom. Alligan finds some magic items, managing to slip a magical seed they found into the ranger's pocket and through the aid of their rescued aquaintence, they make a deal to pay partially and return with further payment after their job the following day.

The party then, makes their way to the commisary, intending to introduce Corben to their new favourite... person? sentient log. Alligan, curious to find out about the magical seed, asks the wood woad if they know what it is. As soon as Thiddershins touches the seed it glows before seeming to absorb it's very essence - splintering and tearing the wood woad apart.

-1 Favourite NPC

Panicking and not knowing what else to do, they place the seed in the wooden corpse, Ateris additionally placing a hand on the creature. As she does, a thorny branch pierces thoroughly through the hand, seemingly purifying and absorbing the blood it draws before retreating. With that and the magical seed, the body transforms into what appears to be some form of Eladrin-dryad woman, leaving a dumbfounded pair of housemates and shocked party.

"DO YOU HAVE A CHILD NOW?!" - Saffy

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[lavender-at-heart]

could u do dating bella swan as a werewolf!fem!reader?<33 loved your galadriel headcanons

𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓:

Pairing: Bella Swan x fem!werewolf!reader

Warnings: a bit angsty

Notes: tysm for the request your so sweet! Sorry this took a little while to get out btw. Requests are open and feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

- Coco ❤️

You were Jacobs cousin but spent most of your time with him and Billy rather than your family.

You had seen/met Bella once or twice but you were very little and don't remember much

But you have met Charlie Swan, he always seemed like a nice man and often invited you and your family over to watch a baseball game.

When news of the infamous Bellas moving to Forks you were relatively unfazed.

But Jacob was chomping at the bit to get to know her.

You met her the same time jacob did and it was hard to watch the two interact, but she seemed sweet(and very pretty).

Unlike your cousin you actually attended Forks high-school, it was closer to home.

You noticed Bella was a bit shy and socially awkward so you invited her into your friend group and hit it off well.

And when she started taking a interest in a certain blood sucking freak you were sure to steer her in the right direction.

And she listened to your advice

For three days.

She had said some bs about how you wouldn't be able to change her mind about seeing him so it's not worth the fight. And you gave up because you rlly wanted things to work between the two of you.

And you didn't really mind, I mean yes it was dangerous but Bella could take care of herself[and the fact that you had a real big crush on her]. You didn't mind that is until she started ditching you.

"Oh sorry y/n I can't tonight... I'm going to the movies with Edward"

Or "I promised Edward I'd study with him, can't jacob help you?"

It hurt you to say the least and Bella was so blinded by her crush for Edward she didnt even notice.

By Bellas birthday your relationship had practically withered away but you still got her a present. A handmade booksleeve in her favorite colour.

And then...the accident happened. The Cullens left Forks abruptly leaving a heartbroken Bella and a confused town.

You didn't really know what happened but according to Billy, nothing good.

And as selfish as it sounds you were glad you got to get back in touch with her.

You helped her get over her stupid breakup, reminding her that Edward didn't deserve her whatsoever.

You comforted her and let her cry in your arms

You made sure she ate well and got enough sleep

And you even made a bonfire with Jacob and your friends to burn all of Bellas photos, clothing and memories of Edward.

Things were going great until you started distancing yourself.

Making up illnesses and just flat our ignoring her seemed better than the truth, I mean you just couldn't tell her.

She thought that you were ignoring her because of how she treated you before. She felt like a jerk.

So of course when she shows up to Jacobs and demands to see you, things don't go swimmingly.

She finds out and she's...honestly not as shocked as she should have been

" look Bella I understand if you don't wanna talk to me anymore, I'm surprised you can even look at me-"

"Y/n I've already been through the whole my friend is a mythical creature thing. Besides who will I complain about the rain to?"

And then she realized she really did eff up pretty badly with you when she was dating Edward and it wasn't ok.

You were studying- or at least trying to study when you were interrupted by bella throwing rocks at your window.

You looked down onto the yard where she was standing and holding up a sign that read "I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE SAID THIS SOONER BUT WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME? p.s im sorry for being a jerk :(" And a bouquet of your favorite flowers to top it off.

You excitedly nodded and quickly got ready for a impromptu date.

You guys went to a drive in movie, sat in the back of her truck and kissed under the stars~

Ok but Bella would be really good with dates

Like hiking to some obscure spot just cuz there's pretty flowers? It's a no brainer for her

You help her cook for her dad and Charlie loves you like a seccond daughter

You read and stargaze together on her roof

You make picture albums with the camera her dad got her for her birthday.

And she constantly finds she keeps "misplacing" her sweaters and flannels

You guys are really the power couple of Forks no matter what the creepy homophobic old guys say🏋‍♂️

Your families already get along great with each other so there's really no fuss when it comes to that.

Jacob is a little miffed that you "stole" Bella from him but she reassures him that he'd never stand a chance.

You get engaged 2 years after high-school, which seems pretty early but you know you'll never ever find someone as great as bells in Forks

The wedding is small but that's the way you both wanted it

It's in her backyard, in the forest and the reception is at her house.

Ok I lokey hate her wedding dress(no shade if you like it tho!) So let's say she wore this one, it's close enough but much better(in my opinion)!

And ofc u wear whatever u want!

Bella lokey loves wolf version of you, I mean the piggyback rides are insane.

And your just so fluffy, great cuddle material.

You guys have a quiet simple life but it's never boring.

If you decide to have children I'm thanking the God's it won't be named Renesme.

You guys love to cook together and try new recipes

She eventually gets used to the rain and gloom of Forks. It seems to be growing on her tbh

Sometimes you'll be sitting on your bed watching a old movie and both of you will just sit and laugh about what life would gave been like if Edward had stayed in Forks.

#bella swan #bella swan x you #bella swan x reader #bella swan headcanons #twilight headcanon #twilight #bella twilight #twilight x reader

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 64. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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While the plan was to immediately play the game, as much as Bradley wanted to, their stomachs had a different idea. Suddenly they were filled with hunger and couldn’t do much but have dinner, of course the thought of what would happen after floated around them. Then they had to wait for their dinner to settle, so they decided to watch another movie until it did, both of them eager for it to pass so they could finally do what they were planning to.

However it was a really good movie, so they ended up watching the whole thing, then the sequel, then when they noticed it was already midnight. Their dinner settled and now there was nothing else distracting them. “You get the cards, I get the wine.” he says, leaping to his feet to rip the wine glasses box apart to pick two out of it, while Beatrice reached inside a cabinet to get the cards she talked about. Was it a bit nerve wracking just like his Christmas surprise? Yes. Was she excited? Also yes. She wants to be a bit bolder, she felt that now she could be more since their relationship was serious and he voiced how much he liked it.

Beatrice steps inside the master bedroom first, with Rooster locking the door behind them with his smile never faltering. She sits cross legged on the floor, looking up at him with her cheeks red until he sits down as well right in front of her, “So.” she begins, “Do you want to um…mix the cards?” she’s still nervous, tapping her thumbs together after he grabs the box from her hands, smirking at her red face.

“What does the winner get?” he asks as he pulls out the pack of cards from inside, riffling them with his thumb repeatedly with his eyes still on Beatrice. 

She rolls her lower lip inside her mouth, she hadn’t thought about that yet…until an idea presented itself for her, “Well…we can use the um ticket we’ve been saving.” That made him stop, the last cards his thumb touched hitting the others with a slow slapping sound before he chuckled to himself, with a quiet yet overly pleased ‘okay’ leaving his lips. She has no idea what he had in mind, she knew what she wanted to do obviously but the way he suddenly turned sharp focused just with the thought.

Beatrice waits until he gives each the number of cards necessary, leaving the rest to the side and straightening his back to keep the cards within eye level. Beatrice did the same, frowning when she noticed her hand wasn’t really the greatest and she had to be careful while playing, “Ready?” he asks and she nods while chewing her lower lip. 

And so it begins. 

During the first minutes he has the upper hand, managing to get her socks off first and looking incredibly satisfied when he sets it right by his side. Then he managed to get her earrings, much to Beatrice’s dismay because he was still clothed and if he continued like this she’d lose…which wasn’t a bad idea but she felt like she knew how to play this by now, she could still win something.

When she finally manages to win something, now it was his socks that were on her side, she tried to hold back her excitement because the last thing she’d want was to sing victory before the finishing line. The wine was still unopened on the side, with the glasses next to it, she knew he didn’t like getting drunk before they had sex so she wasn’t sure why he brought it up. Maybe for later? After, well, they did what they wanted to do? That would be the most obvious reason.

Over time, they managed to get more and more off each other. When they were both in their underwear, that’s when it got intense because Beatrice had two more articles of clothing while he had only one. If she managed to get it, she’d win this game. But Brad wasn’t planning on going down easy, “Oh what do you know,” he says after she shows him her cards “A flush, looks like I win again, gorgeous.” he leans on his closed fist, watching Beatrice’s face slowly dawn with realization “Bra off.” 

She tried not to show how much his commanding tone affected her, not meeting his eyes when she reached behind herself to unclasp her black bra, the straps sliding down her arms until it fell on top of her bare thighs. She pulled her hair over her chest out of habit, nevermind he had seen her naked more times than she ever did, but she just felt very exposed. Bradley’s eyes drop to her now naked chest, his smirk remaining “Last round huh?” she nods, moving her arms in a way it’d cover her breasts and also push them together without her noticing. 

Bradley’s mouth parts, watching the mounds of flesh push together with his pupils blown wide. God she was so sexy, he thought, her upper body flushed a nice red and her lower lip bitten inside her mouth making her look like one of those pin up girls from the 1950s. Honestly he could see her rocking such an image, she could rock anything and look great no matter what.

Beatrice tried, she did try, she wasn’t doing bad on this game…but eventually, and maybe unsurprisingly so, he won. She sighed quietly as their cards came into view, with Rooster grinning brightly at her, “You know the deal, gorgeous.” he murmurs, following her stand up to her feet with his eyes, the same eyes that dropped to her hands hooking on the sides of her panties, watching her shimmy them down her legs - biting his lower lip when it partially got stuck between her thick thighs - until they touched the floor and she kicked it away.

She folded her hands in front of her navel, her cheeks redder than before, “N-Now what?” Was she nervous because she didn’t know what would happen or was she nervous because she was curious about what would happen? He hums, still on the floor but slowly standing to his feet and she couldn’t help but drag her green eyes down his chest, following the happy trail that disappeared under the dark briefs until they stopped on the not so subtle bulge in his underwear.

“Now, pretty girl,” he coos, “I’m going to enjoy my winnings.” he grabs one of her hands, kissing the inside of her wrist, ‘Get on the bed for me?” he didn’t even have to ask, because Beatrice did so quickly. He didn’t have much time to admire her backside as he usually did before she sat down, placing her hands on either side of her hips looking up at him. Rooster ran a hand over his face, breathing out a delighted sigh as he got closer, kissing Beatrice deep enough that it took all the air out of her lungs.

Beatrice feels herself fall back,wrapping her arms around his neck but whining out in complaint when he pulls his head back with a soft smacking sound and pressing a trail of kisses down her jawline, his tongue peeking out to taste her skin, his mustache scratching her throat as he goes down. He brings his lips back up so his hot breathing touches the shell of her ear, “Open your legs for me, gorgeous?” He says it as a request, but she wouldn’t mind if he told her to just like he did back during Christmas time.

Beatrice’s breathing gets deeper, but her legs slowly part for him to hover his hips right above it, giving him space for what he wanted to do. He drags his hand down, giving her left nipple a gentle pinch that makes Beatrice gasp out a squeak, then down her soft stomach over her stretch marks until he reaches exactly where he wanted to, gently touching her outer lips with his index and middle finger. The brunette moans quietly, one of her hands going up to his shoulder to grab the muscle there, muttering his name, “Do you know what my idea is for you, pretty girl?” she moans but shakes her head negatively, “It involves fucking you with my fingers first.”

He slides his fingers in, hissing through his teeth at how wet she was already with a sharp moan of his name hitting his ears. His fingers moved in and out slowly at first, enjoying how her moaning was quiet, how her nails gently dug on his shoulders while his eyes remained on her face. Her long lashes touched her cheeks with her eyes closed, her lips parted in pleased moans trying to keep up with his fingers, “You like when I fuck you with my fingers, don’t you gorgeous?” Bea nods, tossing her head back at a deep movement of his hand, “And you take anything so well, it’s almost like your pussy was made for me.”

The clench around his fingers was so tight he was sure it’d pop one of the joints, her sudden surprised cry of pleasure only made him grin even more, “And you get so wet too, it’s like I barely touch you and you already react to it.” he presses the heel of his palm against her clit, rubbing it back and forth following his fingers moving inside of her. Beatrice tries to keep her eyes open to no avail, moaning quietly with her hips keeping up with his hand, trying to get more friction out of it. 

She barely takes notice of the words leaving her lips, not seeing how she whispers a “Please, amore…” loud enough for him to hear and immediately still his hand, much for her disdain. She tries to move her hips to continue, but his huge hand holds her down so she doesn’t do anything else. Beatrice flutters her eyes open, tears clinging to her long lashes as she tries to figure out why he stopped, “W-What happened?”

Rooster’s eyes are so dark they are like blackholes in the universe that was him. “Say it again.” she looks confused, not understanding what he means, “Say it again.” When she finally figures out what he means, she shudders, repeating the words under her breath for him to hear. And something definitely changes, because his hand is moving so much faster that Beatrice can barely notice what was happening, too busy trying to understand how good he’s capable of making her feel using only his fingers.

Her moaning gets louder and her nails dig on his shoulder, creating crescent shaped indentations on the skin, “B-Brad…” she whispers again, “Ah!” He never takes his eyes off of her, his own breathing uneven and heavy,  following the flush of red on her skin, the way her body moved to meet his hand in hopes to reach her orgasm even faster. When she suddenly feels his thumb rubbing her clit in rapid circles, she’s a goner, she was sure that even with the wind howling outside the people in the other cabins would be able to hear her own scream.

She clenches her legs around his arm, body shivering with aftershocks and voice jittery, still trying to regain her bearings as her orgasm slowly eases out of her and her lungs no longer feel like they are ready to explode.He’s still looking at her when he removes his fingers, enjoying the subtle furrow of her eyebrows when he’s finally out, licking his digits clean, “Wait here.” he leaves the bed, which makes her blink but she’s too fatigued to move, only hearing the obvious ‘pop’ of the wine bottle being open.

His bare feet travel back to the bed, where he kneels above her while holding the wine bottle, “Been thinking of this since we got that gift basket,” he whispers, dropping his eyes to her flushed chest and down “I promise I won’t use all of it.”

“Use all of it- ah!” she yelps when the cold liquid hits her chest, just enough to dribble down and pool on the hollow of her throat Oh. Beatrice could just watch with wide eyes as Bradley cautiously leans the bottle on the high footboard and his mouth drops exactly where the wine was, licking and sucking her skin more than he usually did until there was nothing left besides a trembling brunette gasping for his name. Since his alcohol tolerance was a lot higher than hers, she knew that a few sips of wine wouldn’t be enough to buzz him up - hence why he was doing that now - maybe warm him just a little but he’d never get drunk.

But she couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t arousing at all, the cold of the wine followed by the warmth of his tongue as he tried to keep the red beverage from hitting the white sheets was commendable as well and he was doing a great job too.His open mouthed kisses dropped from her throat to her cleavage, where he darted his mouth to nibble a breast with his eyes directly on hers. He really did love eye contact.

His hands were busy rubbing her waist, the plush flesh of her hips and then her thighs, pulling back from her breast to drag his teeth and tongue down to her stomach, reaching for the bottle again. Her stomach clenched when she felt the wine hitting her skin, pooling onto her belly button and just a bit below her navel and yet somehow now falling on the bed. Beatrice whimpers, his tongue returning to suck it all away, slowly climbing down the mattress to be face to face with her flushed center.

He didn’t pour the wine there, because he’s not stupid obviously, instead he just moved his open mouthed kisses to her entrance and Beatrice couldn’t hold back the loud moan that was ripped out of her, “B-Brad!” her hands flailed, trying to grab anything closer - choosing the sheets instead - not caring if she ripped the cotton fabric under her iron grip. His hands cupped her thighs, placing both of them on his shoulders so he could spread them as he desired.

She whimpers, almost like she’s crying, with tears slowly sliding out of her eyes but not out of fear or worry of what was happening. He trails his hands up her thighs, tongue moving slowly inside of her, until he reaches her chest, cupping them completely, “God,Brad…” she gasps again, not being able to stop when she locks her legs around his neck by the ankles, clasping a hand over her mouth out of habit while the other one runs its fingers through his golden brown hair.

He groans happily, closing his eyes and opening his jaw a bit wider so he could go from bottom to top, paying close attention to her clit and making her squeak out her moans, her chest heaving. He knew she was getting close by the way her fingers curled around his strands and how she was trying to hold back her moan, so he sped up the pace focusing mainly on the little bundle of nerves. Her already sensitive state made the whole experience turn on a complete new level, her quiet crying of his name sounding like music to his ears.

So when she orgasms one more time, the second in a matter of minutes, he flattens his tongue against her entrance as it clenched at nothing, her back arching like a bow and her scream turning into silent huffs of air, her hips undulating to get the last of her orgasm out of her system His mouth was still on her, but it was too much, so much that Beatrice whined, “Brad,” she calls, trying to push his head away, “J-Just give me a-a m-minute.” he complies, but not before kissing the little bundle of nerves to see her jump with a startled squeak, leaning over her body with his lips shining.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, seeing her nod with her eyes partially open, lips parted to regain her breathing, “Did I knock the air out of you.” she laughs breathlessly, weakly slapping his arm but smiling nonetheless, “I’m going to give you a break, there’s something else I want to do with you.”

She felt herself clench just at the possibilities, her eyes trailing down to the bulge on his underwear, “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine, angel.” he murmurs, kissing her warm cheek, “Waiting for you is worth it.”

While she was touched, she couldn’t help but always look directly at it, she knew he wanted to do things for her first…but there was no way she’d let that go as she waited, “But…amore…” seeing his reaction from earlier, she tried again and immediately Bradley stopped his lips on the curve of her jaw, his breath hitching, “I just want to take care of you too, lieutenant.” two hits in one single play, she wasn’t messing around. His shoulders shuddered briefly, lifting his head from her neck so he could meet her green eyes, “Please?”

Now it was his mouth that was parted open, tongue peeking out to wet his soft lips as his eyes trailed down towards her lips, “What do you want to do?” he questions, but he wasn’t prepared for the answer he’d receive.

“I liked your wine idea.” she whispered, running a nail down between his pectorals until she reached his six pack, biting her lip when it clenched under the feather light touch, “It was really nice.” he doesn’t stop her when she sits up, the hand on his chest pushing him back, back until he is the one lying on the bed now and she’s straddling his hips. He hisses, feeling her wetness drip down his still covered manhood, his hands climbing up her thighs until they reach the curve of her waist.

She grabbed the bottle, holding it with both hands in front of her chest, “Is it okay for you?” she asks, oh so sweetly, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. She was going to be the death of him.

“Yeah, gorgeous, of course.” he whispers, following her movements with his eyes - focusing on how her breasts moved when she leaned forward- and letting out a sharp noise of surprise when the cold wine hit his chest, the red drop rolling down quickly from his collarbones down between his pectorals, almost reaching his chest hair. Beatrice widened her eyes, she should’ve predicted that, quickly lowering her open mouth to his skin so she could lick it away. Bradley’s hands on her waist tightened feeling her tongue brushing against his chest brought wonderful memories of the Christmas night.

Beatrice still had her lips to his chest when she looked up at him, through her long thick lashes, “Fuck…” her pinkish red full lips to his golden skin was a contrast he could never grow tired of, the feeling of her tongue gently licking the beads of wine away was enough to make his member jolt inside his briefs. She pulls back from his chest, licking her lips clean and asking him gently to lie down on the bed. He did, quickly, with his hands still holding onto her hips to bring her along with him.

Beatrice combs all her long brown hair to the side, a movement that was yet again enough to make him ready to lose his mind, before the wine hit his stomach. It was cold, but the muscles there prevented it from moving further, almost like they were hills and the wine was the river coursing through them. Beatrice moves her lower body further away from him so she could lean down, again meeting his eyes as her tongue dips down to lick it away. His hands are no longer on her hips but now on her shoulders, combing the few strands of hair that stuck to her skin back.

She kisses right on his navel once she’s done, her face so red but her smile is brilliant, “How was it?” she whispers, somehow thinking he wouldn’t have liked it.

“Fuckin’ great.” he mutters in a quiet voice, his tone sounding even deeper than normal “Do you want to know the rest of my idea?” she nods and his hand comes up to rub the pad of his thumb over her lips, gently prying them apart so he could pop the digit inside, “When you sucked me off,” he feels her tongue brushing over the pad of his thumb, “I really liked that and I’d like it even more if you did it again.”

Beatrice pops his thumb out of her mouth, the digit glistening with saliva. She doesn’t say anything for a bit, until she finally whispers a “Okay.” with that shy smile he loved so much. Rooster watches her move away from him so he could remove his briefs, kicking them off the bed as Beatrice placed the wine bottle down - and further away from them thinking there wouldn’t be any need for its uses - and settled back between his legs, lying on her stomach.

He breathed in and out heavily, heavy lidded eyes watching her tongue roll out of her mouth to lick a strip from the base to the tip, “Ohhhh fuckin’ Christ–” he furrows his eyebrows, clenching his eyes and rolling his lips into his mouth as a deep groan vibrates on his chest. Beatrice huffs out a soft laugh, kissing his tip before bringing it into her mouth and that was enough for another deep moan to escape the confines of his chest, “Shit, Jesus– fuck your mouth should be illegal.”

She pops him out of his mouth, “Do you want me to stop–”

“No!!” he is quick to say, snapping his eyes open, fearing she would stop but only sighed seeing her smile “Jesus, you– you can be very cruel.” he says, his voice getting higher when she takes him back into her mouth, tongue brushing on the underside. Bradley drops his head back on the pillow, rubbing his face with both hands only to interlace his fingers on top of his head, trying to control his breathing any way he could - he was successful most of the time. “God baby…” he whispers, dropping one of the hands from his head to her hair, caressing her nape “God damn it. God damn it you are so good.”

Beatrice hums happily, the vibrations making a full body shudder dart through him and his fingers grab on the strands just a bit harshly but not enough to hurt her. While he could, he wanted her to suck him off until he was completely spent. There were things he still wanted to do to her, “Baby…” he called softly, his own skin flushing as her head bobbed “Oh God– baby, that’s it.” he had to hold back the best he could but it was getting very hard to focus, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ on a bike, Bea…I,” a relatively deep suck was enough to bring him back to the present and the groan that escapes his throat almost shakes him to his very core, “Yeah, baby, baby, you should– god, Jesus fuck- you should stop for right now.”

She does, pulling him out of her mouth only to kiss his flushed tip sweetly, smiling up at his sweaty and flushed face. She rubs his thigh gently, “You okay?” he huffs out a tired laugh, rubbing his face with both hands and grabbing her own hands to pull her closer. Beatrice just bites her lower lip, trying to hold back her smile when he pushes her down on the bed with her ass up in the air.

“God damn it.” she hears him say, her cheek pressed to the pillow, turning to look over her shoulder at his wonderful, tall muscular body right behind her. His hands caress the globes of her ass, squeezing it gently only to slap the left butt cheek to make her yelp, “Is this okay to you?” Beatrice nods, still looking back at him, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while too, baby…god your ass is so fucking great.” 

She moans softly, playfully wiggling her hips so he could get on with it faster but he was taking his sweet sweet time. She gasped when feeling the tip of his member prod her entrance, her toes curling with anticipation, “God, Brad…” she tried to push back against him so he could enter faster, but he just held her hips back, “Brad!!”

“What? I’m admiring the view.” he teases back, slapping the opposite cheek with his smirk widening, “And it’s a wonderful one.”

She wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer, frustration taking over her nerves until she got an idea, “Brad…tenente Bradshaw.” She hears his sharp intake of air once the words hit his ears, undoubtedly translating in his mind immediately, “Per favore tenente,ti voglio così tanto…non mi vuoi anche tu?” She knew he had no idea what she just said past the ‘lieutenant’, but the way his hands tightened on her hips and his eyes darkened was enough of an answer for her.

Who knew she’d be using Italian for this. Clearly not a single one of her ancestors.

“God damn it.” he growls, aligning himself and then sliding him without much ado, both of them moaning once he fully hilted. She felt drips of sweat falling on her back and sliding all the way down until it reached her hair. Beatrice moans deeply into the pillow, her ass hitting his navel repeatedly since he’s the one controlling the thrusting right now. Which she wasn’t complaining, not one bit, “Fuck, fuck how do you–”

“Ah, tenente…ti piace come mi sento intorno a te?” her cheeks were flaming, she was really dirty talking in Italian back to him, something she’d never do normally, “Perché m-mi piace come ti senti dentro di me…” she had no idea how much her speaking in Italian would affect him, but the way he his hip bones were hitting her ass after every thrust gave her a good indication.

Beatrice moans brokenly, muffling her voice onto the pillow but Rooster isn’t having it, “No,” he grinds the words, “No, keep talkin’, keep talkin’ baby, I want to hear you.” he rubs her asscheeks again, not spanking them this time with his eyes locked on him disappearing and reappearing inside of her. Beatrice moans again, louder this time, her open mouth escaping so she could take deep gulps of air with her hair falling over her eyes, her own hips meeting his thrusts.

“Brad–” she whimpers, clenching the sheets close to her head, her whole body shivering when he suddenly leans forward, pushing her ass down under his weight without stopping the movement of his hips. His warm breath hits her neck and ear, his large hands grabbing hers, sliding under them to interlace their fingers together.

“Say it.” he whispers heavily against her ear, “Talk to me.”

“A-Amore,” his deep groan is more felt than heard, her moans getting louder while his thrusting gets faster, “Brad…ti amo,ti amo tanto…” her gasped response was almost unheard because of how her voice was breathed out, but Rooster heard it, he did. He groans louder against her neck, the slapping sounds of their skin together was almost deafening and her moans were rising in volume signaling she was very close, “Brad!I’m going to cum!!”

“Yeah, you are,” he growls, “Fuckin’ cum baby, give it to me, come on,come on–” her body immediately stills and her scream echoes around the room so loudly he’s sure the walls vibrate. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his own release, burying his face on her neck only to groan deeply and just as loud on her skin, bucking his hips a few more times until he’s completely done.

They stay like that, breathing heavily for a few seconds, Rooster inhaling her sweet lavender scent mixed with sex and sweat, lips pressing butterfly kisses to her throat “Good God.” he chuckles, “This was better than I planned.” he mutters but his only response is a tired ‘mhmm’ from her. He pushes himself to a kneeling position so he could pull out of her, trying to not stare how their conjoined releases come out of her “Baby,” he coos, kissing her lower back, “How are you feeling?”

“Mmmfein foin.” was her muffled reply on the pillow.

“What?”

She lifts her head with some difficulty, “I’m feeling fine.” she repeats clearer now,  giving him a little smile, “It was great.”

Rooster grins back at her, “Good, now come on.” he rolls her back so she’s lying down on the bed, sliding his arms under her legs and back, picking her up bridal style, “Shower time!”

“Just shower?”

“Of course, baby.” he whispers, kissing her cheek and taking them both to the bathroom, “Just shower.”

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[oraclekleo]

Hello there. I hope your december is going well. I'm here for the advice game!

I'm sagittarius sun, sag moon, sag mercury, sag venus, pieces mars and leo rising. You can call me vini. I'm mb, she/her.

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Hello Vini,

I’m happy you want to participate in my little tarot game. I’m doing fine and I hope you are also feeling well.

As usual with this game, I attach the cards in case there was a message meant for your eyes only.

Let’s start!

Cards: 50. Observer, 33. Weaving Flowers, 22. Like a Bird, 47. My Dear Friend (Oracle of Mystical Moments), 1. Spirit Self - Be who you are, as you are, 5. The Unknown - Knowing the unknown (The Lantern Oracle)

Your reading is all about focus and change. You might feel alienated to your true spirit self (or higher self) lately, tied down by outside pressures, influences and expectations. It’s important for you to realise that you will never find happiness outside, you need to seek within yourself. You can decide to be happy in life. You can become the most authentic version of yourself when you stop judging yourself based on other people’s standards. You already have everything you need to be happy and joyful, you only need to stop looking into the distance and rather focus on what’s right in front of you.

It’s scary to start something new, to take the first step into the unknown and head in an uncertain direction and yet your cards encourage you to follow the voice of your heart, be courageous and shake the shackles of conformity and stagnation off and start a new journey. You are much more than the sum of your fears. You can create something from little nothings as long as you are concentrated on your dream. Don’t be afraid to spread your wings and fly, see the beauties the world can offer. You might need to be patient and remain focused to reach bigger goals but that doesn’t mean you should stay still. The natural flow means constant change. Be open to it. Seek within your soul what your true dream is and commit to turning it into reality. Maybe it’s something one person alone can’t manage. Find your mutuals and reach that dream together. Any journey is more pleasant when taken with a good friend.

In short - Unleash your creativity, dream big, remain focused on your goals, welcome change and new or old friends and be yourself. You don’t need to fit boxes to be loved or happy. Accept yourself the way you are.

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[inyourwolls]

*~✮ Star-Crossed Love Masterlist

Hi!! This is going to be the masterlist for my up-coming series “Star-Crossed Love”. It’s going to be a Shigaraki x reader fic that follows the plot of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. Note that the dates are all tbd because of my horrible time management 😭

~⋆ Act 1: Familie’s Feuds - TBD

~⋆ Act 2, Part 1: Love Sprung by Hate - TBD

~⋆ Act 2, Part 2: Love Sprung by Hate - TBD

~⋆ Act 3, Part 1: Banishéd - TBD

~⋆ Act 3, Part 2: Banishéd - TBD

~⋆ Act 4 - Love’s Poison - TBD

~⋆ Act 5 - In Another Life - TBD

PLEASE keep in mind this is my first really big writing project (I’m new to this 😶), but feedback is always welcome and encouraged! The titles are probably subject to change, but idk for sure. Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoyyyy <33

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[kissatoru]

welcome fellow dom! reader writer. i love discovering more of us. 🤝

hii and thank you<33

i’m new to writing smut in general so the support and positive feedback i’ve gotten has helped me feel a little less shy and insecure about my work😭 still very much in the process of getting over all the embarrassment and self cringe of having people perceive me on this blog though lol, so yeah, the encouragement is super appreciated!

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[joyandthephantoms]

oh man i want to know them alllll tbh but how about the first 4 and the last 4?? if that's not too many lmao

aaaa thank you B! you're the best :)

from these

1. what's the fic you're most proud of?

Ooooh I wanna say the Luke vs possessed Nick guitar battle, just mistakes with different names. It took me a long time to get it written exactly how I wanted it, but I feel like I did ultimately accomplish that, and I'm really proud of both the things that I consider my standard strengths (Luke POV/Characterization, Nick, exploration of complex feelings, etc) and the parts of it that were much bigger challenges for me (Caleb's voice, getting the action and pacing right, writing more than 2k in one fic lol). Genuinely I think it's the best thing I've ever written and near-perfect by the standards I tend to apply to my work.

2. what's a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

So the realest answer to this is something I never really published, (though I did send it to a couple of friends, and B you're welcome to DM me if you wanna read it), which is some Luke angst/juke hurtcomfort building off of "you said 'we're cuffed to the past,' you found the key."

In terms of things I've actually posted, the hardest one was the Nick & Carrie sickfic; a lot of what I was writing about their relationship hit pretty close to some feelings about an ex-friend of mine.

I was writing both of those fics at the same time, and somewhere in the middle of that decided to temporarily ban myself from writing any Luke or NIck angst, which I think was a good call but did briefly leave me going "okay . . . wtf do I do with myself then" lmao

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

Literally all of them, most of my writing is very solidly rooted in my own feelings and it all matters to me, but for now I'm specifically gonna say make a wish and hold it tight. It's not even 400 words lol, but that specific warm feeling of people coming home is really important to me and applying it to Willie is also important and it reminds me of the people I currently come home to and the people I'm looking forward to coming home to in the future <3

4. what fic of your own do you read for comfort?

A bunch of them honestly, but probably to find someone you're safe with (nickjulie studio studying) more than anything, because I specifically wrote that one because I'd had a terrible week and wanted a. to make something nice for myself and b. to thank Lilly for being there for me through it, and like . . . it worked! mission accomplished, I feel better <33

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

People are waaayyy too nice to me for me to be able to pick out one single thing; I hope everyone who has Ever said something nice or encouraging to me knows I absolutely took it to heart and it means the whole world to me.

But to highlight one specific thing: @ri-jane said in a comment that the guitar battle fic was a "compelling and compassionate piece and beautifully told" and I will never ever be over that because that's always the Entire goal, like what a lovely and kind and succinct way to summarize everything I'm ever trying to do, and to tell me I'm succeeding at it?? I'll cry

18. Do you only write when you’re inspired, or do you try and sit down at specific times and write no matter what?

lol I'm very solidly an "only when I feel like it" person. tons of respect to people who will write even when they don't feel it, and I absolutely see the value in that, but for me personally, writing is a thing I do for fun, and it stops being fun when I try to Make myself do it.

19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include?

This one's tricky and I'm not even sure this quite answers the questions asked, but my priorities, roughly in order, are that it does a good job expressing the idea/feeling I'm trying to articulate, that it's in-character, it flows well, and the language is pretty (more "high hopes tiptoes" shit, you know?). If I can hit all of those things in one fic that's amazing and ideal. I'd also love to write the girls more often, I'm not always as confident with portraying them but they are so important to me <3

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

oh god. I think just having something in my life that lets me feel like I'm putting something meaningful into the world is really really important to me. Not everything I write has to be life-changing or even matter very much but some of it does matter, I think, and that means a lot on a personal level--that I spend my life, like, collecting up pieces of art and poetry and stories that resonate with me and affect me and are worth carrying in my heart, and that I'm not an artist or a poet or a Serious Writer but I still get a chance to put something out there and contribute a tiny little piece to other people's heart-collages . . . it's so much.

#aaaa B tysm again #asks #writing about writing #joy to the world

[strawberry--bride]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sharon’s Route [PROLOGUE]

Monologue

The most painful thing in this world,

is losing your home. Your place-to-be.

No matter how dire the situation,

if you are surrounded by people who love and care for you.

No obstacle is invincible. 

Then ーー Where do I belong?

Having long lost the place I once considered home.

I spent many years in a place which would provide for me. 

I had food, a roof above my head, a warm bed to sleep in at night.

But could I truly call this my home? 

Those doubts would lurk in the back of my mind, keeping me up at night.

Until one day, I was made a special offer. 

If I complied, I would be given the thing my heart longs for the most.

ーー A new home.

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Outside

Sharon: This is the place, right...?

( Woah...Amazing. I’ve never seen a house quite this big. They even have a garden! )

*Knock knock*

Sharon: Excuse meー! My name’s Sharon. I’m supposed to move in here today! 

...

...

( No response...? How strange. They should have been informed through the Church. )

*Knock knock*

Sharon: Hello...? Anybody home...!?

Sharon: ( What to do...? There doesn’t seem to be anyone home right now. It’s already getting dark. I can’t just stand here all night either. )

*Creaaaaak*

Sharon: ...Huh? Did the...door just open by itself?

( Does that mean I can go inside? I feel a little hesitant just entering someone else’s home butーー I was told I could live here so it should be fine, right? )

She enters the manor.

 Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Entrance Hall

Sharon: Just as I thought, the inside is equally spacious. I can’t imagine just one person living in such a large house all by themselves. Cleaning must take quite some time as well.

She puts down her suitcase.

*Thud*

Sharon: Phew...

( ...It’s so quiet. Almost as if the house is deserted. I wonder if the owner is out at the moment? In that case, I should probably wait in the living room. )

Sharon looks around.

Sharon: I guess it’s...that way?

*Rustle*

Sharon: ...!!

( I...Did I just...step on something? It felt...strangely soft and... )

???: ーー Oi.

Sharon: ...Kyah!

Sharon: ( A person...!? Oh my gosh. I just arrived here and the first thing I do is step on someone! )

???: ...

Sharon: I’m terribly sorry! I didn’t think there would be someone lying on the floor and...!

( ...Speaking of which, what were they doing down there anyway!? ...Sleeping? No way, right? When you have a house this large, you definitely don’t need to use the floor as a bed... )

???: Haah...

Sharon: Oh no! Are you feeling ill, perhaps? In that case, I shall call a doctor right away!

???: ...You’re loud. How am I supposed to enjoy my Rachmaninov when you’re screaming the place down? 

Sharon: Rach...mani...? ...E-Either way, if you’re not feeling sick, then what were you doing on the floor?

???: Wasting his time away listening to music rather than making himself useful, per usual, I would assume. Well, I suppose it is best not to have any expectations of this man in the first place, as he will only let you down in the end.

Sharon: ...!? 

( A voice...? Out of nowhere...!? )

Sharon: ...Wah!!

( Where did he come from...? )

???: Now, who might you be?

Sharon: Ah...I’m sorry! My name’s Sharon. I’m an orphan at the Catholic orphanage downtown. I was told by our related Church that the resident of this manor has been so kind to take me in. Are you...perhaps the owner?

???: ...I see. It seems you are the next...sacrifice.

Sharon: Excuse me?

???: Nothing. I was simply talking to myself. ...Ahem. My name is Sakamaki Reiji. The second eldest son of this family and one of the residents here. ...The man you had the ‘honor’ of meeting earlier is Shuu. While you may not suspect so given his deplorable behavior, he is - quite unfortunately - my elder brother.

Sharon: Reiji-san...and Shuu-san, was it? It’s a pleasure meeting you both!

Shuu: ...

Reiji: I assume that is your luggage over there? A room has been prepared for you. We will have one of our servants bring everything upstairs.

Sharon: Thank you very much!

( Thank god...So there wasn’t any mistake after all. )

Sharon: Oh! Right! I actually brought a little gift with me! They’re homemade muffins I made this morーー

*CRASH*

Sharon: ーー ning...!?

Startled by the loud noise, she drops the box with muffins.

*Thud*

???: YOU FUCKIN’ BASTARD!! I swear once I get my hands on youーー! 

???: Ahaha! I can’t believe you actually fell for that one! Lame-o!

Reiji: ...

Shuu: Haah...

Sharon: ( H-Hold on, hold on, hold on! Eh? Eeeeh!? I’m not dreaming, right!? That person just punched a hole through the wall!? )

Reiji: Ahem. ...Allow me to introduce. The one who destroyed the wall is the youngest son, Sakamaki Subaru. Next to him is Sakamaki Ayato, the eldest of the triplets. 

ーー You two, explain this situation at once!

Ayato: ...Che. Reiji. I didn’t do anythin’! Not my fault that Subaru ate those prank chocolates I left out on the kitchen counter.

Subaru: Fuck off! You definitely did that on purpose! ...I can still feel my mouth burnin’...!!

Sharon: ( ...Prank chocolates? I guess he means those filled with mustard and other spicy condiments, right? I didn’t know people actually bought those. )

Ayato: Of course! I was hopin’ to catch Kanato. Can you imagine what kinda face he would make when poppin’ one of those bad boys in his mouth?

???: ...Say, did you hear that, Teddy? ...I hope Ayato sleeps with one eye open tonight. He might just run into...unfortunate accident.

Sharon: ...Eh!?

( Another person just appeared out of thin air!? )

Ayato: Keh. The lunatic’s here.

Reiji: Sakamaki Kanato, the middle triplet. 

...Kanato, If you wish to commit a homicide, please do so outside of the walls of this manor. It takes forever to remove blood stains from the carpet.

Kanato: I don’t recall having to take orders from you.

ーー However, you’re lucky as I happen to be in a good mood right now. I believe I heard someone mention muffins? 

Sharon: ...Ah, yes! I made these myse...Huh? ...Oh.

Shuu: It’s not blood, but I think the carpet will need some cleaning regardless.

Reiji: Good grief...

Sharon: Oh no...! The box must have slipped from my fingertips when I heard the sudden crash and...

Ayato: Ah-ahー Look what you did, Subaru. It’s always the youngest child causin’ trouble.

Subaru: HAAH!? All of this started ‘cause you left those stupid chocolates out!

Sharon: ...They turned out really good too. What a shame.

Subaru: ...!! ...O-Oi...You...Um...My bad.

Kanato: ...Unforgivable. 

Sharon: Eh?

Kanato: ...HOW WILL YOU MAKE THIS UP TO ME!?

Sharon: ( W-Why is he getting upset at me all of a sudden!? It was obviously just an accident!? )

Um...I’m not sure...I could make some new ones later?

???: There, there, Kanato-kun~ Relax! Even if the muffins were wasted, there’s a delicious snack just waiting to be devoured...

*Rustle*

Sharon: ...!

( Someone wrapped their arms around me from behind!? )

???: ...Right here~ ...Nfu~

Sharon: ...Eh!?

( I-Is he talking about me!? )

Reiji: ...And finally, the youngest triplet, Sakamaki Laito. 

Ayato: Oi, Laito! No way you’re gettin’ the first taste again! I still haven’t forgotten last time!

Laito: Eeeh~? It’s not my fault you’re so slow, Ayato-kun~ However, if you’re so insistent on taking a bite out of her, I wouldn’t mind sharing, you know? I’m sure it’d make for a refreshing and thrilling experience~

Ayato: Geh! In your dreams, you perv!

Sharon: ( Taste? Bite...? Why are they talking as if I’m their food!? )

Excusーー

Shuu: ...Strawberries.

Sharon: Eh?

Kanato: What are you talking about? I don’t see any strawberries around.

Reiji: Shuu. Explain yourself.

Shuu: Your panties. They had strawberries on them.

Sharon: ...!!

( When did he...!? Ah! When I stepped on him...! )

Ayato: Pfftー!! Strawberries! How old are you, five? That’s hella lame!

Laito: Hm...~ Strawberries are not bad but with such a lovely body, I’m sure you could pull off something a little more erotic~

Subaru: ...

Laito: Oh, my bad~ I forgot baby bro was in the room. I suppose talking about a woman’s underwear is still a little too much for him to handle.

Subaru: S-Shut up...!!

Reiji: ...Enough! No more on this topic! ...Haah. Is it really that much to ask for you lot to behave? Just for one day?

Ayato: ーー Anyway, Reiji. Who’s this chick anyway? Tonight’s dinner?

Sharon: D-Dinner...!? I’m sorry but...Why are you all talking as if I’m food or something!?

Ayato: Shut it! Nobody asked for your opinion, Ichigo Pantsu.

Sharon: I-Ichigo paーー!? I have a name...! ...It’s Sharon.

Ayato: Yeah, yeah. I-chi-go Pa-n-tsu.

Laito: Hm~ This Bitch-chan does smell sweet just like strawberries. Perhaps I should call you ‘Ichigo-chan’ instead~?

Kanato: She really does. I’m sure her blood would taste just as sweet...Oh? What’s that, Teddy? You’d like to have a taste? Fufu...Good idea. I was just feeling a little peckish myself.

Reiji: Haah...I shall be in my study room. ...Ayato, Kanato, Laito. Please treat our new resident with some respect. It would be a shame to lose another one so soon.

Sharon: ...Wait, please! I’m afraid I don’t quite grasp the situation yet!

Reiji: Haah...Good grief. You must not be very smart, are you? Did you truly believe you would be allowed to stay here for free?

Sharon: ...Eh?

Laito: Nfu~ He’s right, Ichigo-chan. Everything in this world comes at a price. In your case...That would be the delicious blood pumping through your veins...

Sharon: M-My blood...? 

Ayato: Heh. You seriously haven’t realized?

Kanato: Teddy...Humans are truly so foolish, aren’t they?

Subaru: Che...Stop beatin’ ‘round the bush already and just tell her.

Shuu: We are Vampires. So the only thing a human such as yourself would have to offer, is your blood.

Reiji: In return, you will be allowed to stay here in this manor. Food, clothes and all other daily necessities willl be provided as well.

Sharon: Vam...pires? That must be some sort of joke, right? It was the Church who arranged this place for me! They would neverーー! 

Besides...Vampires only exist in fairytales!

Reiji: Good grief. This is why I simply cannot deal with humans. Not only are they incredibly foolish, they are horribly naive and trusting as well.

Subaru: In other words, you were set up. Just deal with it.

Sharon: ...

( No way, right...? This has to be some sort of mistake? Or a bad dream...? )

Shuu: Pwaah...Anyway, you guys do as you please. I’m going to my room to nap.

Subaru: I’m leaving too.

Reiji: Well then, if you’d excuse me now.

The three of them leave.

Sharon: ...

Laito: Oh dear~? Is that despair I see in your eyes? You poor little thing! Don’t worry, Laito-kun wil make sure to comfort you. After all, there is no better cure for betrayal than pleasure.

Ayato: Don’t be so down, Ichigo Pantsu! It’s not that bad of a deal! You get to offer your blood to Yours Truly after all!

Kanato: Fufu...I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. If you’re lucky, you might even make it into my precious collection one day~

Sharon: ...!!

She suddenly pushes them away.

*THUD*

Ayato: ...Woah!?

Laito: ...Aah~ Not bad, Ichigo-chan! I like myself a feisty girl at times!

Kanato: Ugh! ...What are you doing!? I nearly dropped Teddy just now.

Sharon: ...

She runs upstairs.

Location: Sakamaki Manor ;; Hallway

Sharon: Haah, haah, haah...

( Say, God...? )

( Is this my penalty...? )

( Are you punishing me for my crimes of the past...? )

Monologue

I just kept on running and running.

As said question repeated itself inside my head.

That must be it.

Those guys were exactly right. 

Humans are foolish. I was foolish. 

Foolish to believe I would be given a new home.

After all, people like me.

ーー They don’t deserve a happy ending.

ーー PROLOGUE: END ーー

[ Dark Prologue ] ->

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #sharon's route #(( aaaah it's starting !! )) #(( feedback is welcome and encouraged <33 )) #(( this general prologue focuses on her arrival at the S manor and her first meeting with the boys )) #(( dark prologue will touch upon her backstory a little and her first time attending the academy )) #(( then the other dark scenarios will develop her relationship with all 6 brothers through different scenarios )) #(( if there's a specific idea you have for a fun scenario idea )) #(( please let me know!! ))

[sunfleurry]

II. Soie et Satin

Part 1

Thank you for the lovely feedback on part 1 of modern prince!Harry <33

NOTE: I decided to give my MC a name (which I also edited into part 1). I hope you enjoy Rose and Harry’s story!!!! this part is not edited oops

***

Harry was on TV and he looked like a star. Rose watched him from the comfort of her living room while she sipped her morning coffee.

It was a live broadcast showing his arrival to the event with his family including the queen, his mother. She was an intimidatingly beautiful woman who gained the respect of the entire country, if not the entire world throughout her life. She was known to be strict on tradition, but she’d done so much for the country when it came to helping the less fortunate, advocating for global health, and supporting free education for everyone.

Now that she was older and had quite a few children, she passed on some of her duties to them. They, including Harry, followed in her footsteps, looking out for the population by supporting the same causes their mother dedicated her life to as a young woman. Their role was to represent the queen, and they did so flawlessly.

Rose didn’t want to admit that she’d googled Harry the day he sent flowers to her office, but she did, and she was reminded of the fact that Harry was heir to the throne. She never cared much for learning about the royal family and this was something everyone knew, but reading it after meeting him was like a big wake-up call. She’d danced with a man who would one day become king. She tried not to let herself think about it too much, or else she knew her thoughts would spiral out of control.

Harry and his brother wore a simple black suit, a change from his usual style, and his mother and sisters were donned in modest dresses she knew were designer and likely cost the same as her home.

Men with flashing cameras were going crazy behind the gates, desperately trying to get the perfect shot of the country’s “perfect” family.

Upon seeing the paparazzi, Rose was instantly reminded of how lucky she and Harry were to not have been caught by anyone when they went out. She quickly picked up her phone and googled Harry’s name and filtered the results to hours before the charity event just to be sure. She sighed in relief when there were no photos or stories of the both of them.

She relaxed into her sofa and fixed her eyes on the television, watching the rest of the event, subconsciously smiling every time Harry’s handsome face popped up on the screen.

***

Three days later at work, Rose received a text from Harry. What are you doing tonight?

She quickly replied, I have a date with a really hot guy I met a while back.

She barely put her phone down before it pinged with another message. What? Who is he? Tell him you’re busy.

She grinned. I don’t know. He’s kind of cute. Did I mention he’s a prince?

Her phone vibrated with a call, Harry’s name in block letters at the top of the screen. She accepted the call and brought it up to her ear. “Hello?”

“You’re not funny.”

She barked out a laugh, then winced and apologized to her coworkers whose desks were adjacent to hers. “I think I am.”

She heard him huff through the line then say, “Can I pick you up at seven?”

“Where do you want to take me?” She asked, tamping down her giddiness. It had only been less than a week since she’d last seen him, but she missed him.

“I thought we could take a walk on the beach, maybe have some ice cream?”

“How romantic of you,” she teased.

She could almost see his eyes rolling. “Are you in? I haven’t been able to go out in public since that morning charity.”

“Why not?”

He sighed. “Normally after making such a public appearance, we’re encouraged to stay low-key for a couple days. Something about the media being on high alert.”

Suddenly remembering the thoughts she had the morning she watched him on TV, she instantly knew what he meant. Rose worried her lip between her teeth as she tried to form the words to articulate the worry that had been building up since that day.

“Harry, will there be people following us?” She closed her eyes, hoping she didn’t sound stupid.

The other end of the line was quiet for a moment before he finally spoke up. “You know what, change of plans. Wear something comfortable.”

“Oh,” she ran a hand through her hair and sat back in her chair. “Okay.”

“I can’t wait to see you, Rose.”

She smiled. “You too,” she whispered.

***

Harry said to wear something comfortable, so she slipped on the most comfortable outfit she owned: A pair of joggers and matching crewneck. He’d only ever seen her dressed up, she figured she would let herself look more casual for once. Her doorbell rang just as she was slipping on a pair of Nikes. Reaching over, she opened the door to reveal a nervous-looking Harry standing with his car key in hand.

“Hi,” he said, a smile breaking onto his face at the sight of her then pulling her in for a hug.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, breathing in the cologne she absolutely loved.

“You look lovely,” he said as he pulled back to take a look at her.

She couldn’t resist kissing his cheek. “Please, I’m wearing glorified pyjamas.”

He looked down at his own pair of joggers and t-shirt. “I’d say you understood the assignment.”

She laughed as she followed him to his flashy car. It wasn’t the same one he picked her up in on their previous date, but just as nice.

Less than a half hour later, Harry had driven them to the middle of the city and into an underground parking garage of a large high-rise building. One of the tallest she’d ever seen in person. It had a modern design, the surface covered in mirrored windows. He drove through the garage until the car reached a closed door. He inched the car closer until the sensor detected it and opened the door, allowing the car to enter a smaller parking area containing two other cars, one of them Rose recognized as the one she’d been in on their last date.

“Do you live here?” She asked, taken aback.

“Yes,” he smiled nervously. “This is my private parking.”

“I can see that,” she frowned. “I thought you lived with your family, at the palace.”

“You and everyone else in the world,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You don’t?”

He unbuckled his seat belt, and pocketed his key before turning towards her. “I come from a not so traditional family, but I need my own space despite the responsibilities that are expected of me. I’m a man in my twenties who values his privacy so I moved out when I was nineteen. Under a fake name.” 

She was shocked by the revelation, even more by the fact that he was trusting her with his information. 

“Nobody knows you live here?”

“I mean, the other residents do, but they’re under contract.”

“And your family?”

“Of course they know where I live,” he chuckled. “They just don’t come here. They don’t want to risk being seen here because they respect my space, they want to make sure I have all the privacy I can get away from the public eye, because, well, one day I won’t have that luxury.”

Rose deflated at the reminder of what his future entailed. “Do you ever think about it? Being heir and all?”

Harry looked down at his lap, picking an invisible thread on his pants. “Let’s go inside,” he said at last. 

Taking the hint, Rose smiled and opened her door, Harry doing the same. He scanned a card inside the elevator and keyed in a code on the keypad. The lift immediately started rising, only halting when it reached the final floor of the building. 

Nothing could have prepared Rose for the extravagance that would welcome her as soon as the doors opened. An entire wall was made up of giant windows, overlooking the bustling city underneath. They were so high up, she couldn't hear any of it. Instead, the height provided a peaceful silence in an otherwise busy area. The flooring was marble, the luxury kind one would only see on TV, and the place was spotless. 

Harry’s warm hand on the small of her back urged her to walk inside, the elevator doors closing behind them. She took in the open concept penthouse, a staircase in the corner of the grand living room leading to what she assumed was his private corner, the bedroom and bath.

“Holy shit,” she breathed. 

Harry laughed behind her, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the kitchen she knew even Gordon Ramsay would drool over. “Would you like something to drink?”

Snapping herself out of her dumfounded state, she looked at him. “What?”

He suppressed a smile and repeated, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Oh! Um, yes please,” she said, wringing her fingers together.

“Relax, Rose.”

“How could I?” She asked, eyes wide. “I feel like I’ll break something just by looking at it!”

“That’s fine, love. I want you to be comfortable.”

“But this place—”

“Is my home,” he interrupted, stepping closer and gently grabbing her shoulders. “And I made the choice to trust you with my secret, so please, make yourself comfortable.”

Her eyes softened. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.”He leaned forward to capture her lips with his, and she melted into him without hesitation. She’d been wanting to do this since their first kiss and the wait was definitely worth it. 

He pulled back with a grin, leaving her breathless. “So, drink?”

She nodded, exhaling as an attempt to calm her beating heart. 

“I also made us dinner, I just need to put it in the oven.”

The statement made her heart swell, a feeling of fondness for the man in front of her taking over. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he smiled, as he pushed a few buttons on the oven until a yellow light started flashing and the desired temperature was displayed. “Can’t bring you here and not feed you.”

She chuckled and pulled out a stool tucked into the island to sit on. “No you can’t.”

***

The food would take an hour, so the two decided to go to his living room to wait. They were cuddled up on his couch, watching a movie she’d chosen and that he’d seen a dozen times. Rose didn’t know that though.

“Do you ever worry people will recognize you?” She asked, out of the blue. “When we went out together, you seemed unfazed by the looks some were giving you.”

He shrugged. “I get used to it, really. Besides, Fen is always around in case something happens.”

She pushed off the couch to look at him. “Fen?”

“My security detail,” he nodded. “He’s always around when I’m out and about.”

“But, I didn’t see him the other night. Or the first time we went out together.”

He grinned. “That means he’s doing his job.”

She frowned as she slowly tucked herself back into his side. His arm automatically wrapped around her. “So, we were being followed all night?”

“It’s for safety purposes, Rose. Plus, I would never intentionally put you in danger.”

“What could possibly be so dangerous?”

Harry ducked to press a kiss to her head, breathing in the shampoo scent that coated her red strands. “Anything could be dangerous, even the paparazzi.”

The thought of being followed by paparazzi sent shivers down her spine. She’d seen videos of celebrities being hounded by them and felt sorry for the public figures who had to live with that.

“What if they see us together. Would they publish photos? Are you scared of what they may think?”

“Are you ashamed of me, Rose?”

She craned her neck to kiss him softly. “I would never be ashamed of you, Your Highness.”

“I knew it!” He cried, dramatically pushing her away. “You’re just using me for my title!”

“How did you know?” She gasped, trying to hold in a smile.

“I’ve always felt something was off with you,” he tutted, leaning his back on the arm rest and pulling her on top of him.

She giggled, raising her hand to run her fingers through his hair before smoothing it down. “Why is that?” She whispered.

“There’s no way someone as beautiful as you would give me the time of day,” he murmured, brushing his lips on the corner of her mouth.

She pulled him in to give her a proper kiss, their legs tangling as he switched positions until he was hovering on top of her, forearms caging her head against the sofa. 

“If anything, you’re out of my league, Prince.”

The words didn’t sit right with him. He pulled back. “Don’t ever say that,” he frowned.

“It’s true—“

He kissed her again. “Who I am... What I come from... Means nothing between you and me.”

She stared at him intently, the conversation taking an unexpected turn.

“Do you hear me?” He murmured, brushing his lips along her cheek.

She nodded.

He sighed. “Good.”

Rose gasped when Harry’s mouth was suddenly on hers, instantly brushing her tongue against his in what could be the best kiss she’d ever had. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him down to feel his comforting weight on top of her. The kiss morphed into something wetter as his hands trailed along her side and dipped under her shirt. She shivered from the contact, bending her knees to cage his body between her legs. Harry brushed his lips against her jaw before slowly making his way down her throat to the fabric of her top covering her chest. His hands inched along her skin to her back where he applied pressure, making her arch, chest pressing against his own.

“Harry,” she breathed as he pressed open mouthed kisses up her throat, leaving a wet trail.

He hummed in response before coming back up to connect their lips. She sighed into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck as his hands trailed back to caress her sides. “Can I take this off?” He breathed, fingering the hem of her shirt.

She nodded against his neck, where she tongued at his skin, savouring the feeling of just being so close to him. He pulled her shirt up but before he could take it off completely, his phone rang, the shrill ringtone breaking through their bubble.

Harry scrambled to get off the couch, recognizing the ringtone, while Rose fought to catch her breath, mourning the feeling of his weight on her.

Harry excused himself and left the room to speak to whoever it was while Rose readjusted her top and sat up. She decided to braid her hair while waiting for him to finish.

Just as she was tying up her hair, she heard his footsteps before he appeared with a grim look on his face. He tossed his phone on the coffee table.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” he smiled but she didn’t buy it.

She tucked her legs under her and extended a hand towards him.

Harry accepted it and she tugged him over to sit next to her. He complied and slumped back, neck resting on the back of the couch.

“It’s just PR stuff. You don’t need to worry about it,” he said, eyes never leaving the ceiling.

She felt her heart sink to her stomach. “What kind of PR stuff?”

Before he could answer, she jumped at a sudden beeping coming from the kitchen.

He chuckled half-heartedly as she held a hand up to her chest. “It’s just the oven, love. Come on, food’s ready.”

“But what about—“

He kissed her. “I’m hungry.”

She pouted but decided to drop it, not wanting the mood to be ruined.

***

Rose placed her fork on her empty plate and got up to make her way to the sink. “How did you learn to cook like that?” She turned on the water and waited for it to turn hot before rinsing her plate. She reached for the sponge and squirted soap on it, intending to wash all the dishes.

Harry walked up behind her and slid a hand around her waist, splaying his hand on her stomach and pulling her back against him. “My mother,” he said before reaching over and turning off the water.

“Hey!” She went to turn it back on but he wrapped a hand around the tap, preventing her from moving it. “Harry…” She warned.

“Rose…”

She turned around and crossed her arms, ignoring the way her body reacted to his proximity. 

He laughed, and pried the wet sponge out of her hand, then pushed her out of the way to rinse it and put it back in place. 

Rose scowled. “Let me do this for you.”

“No, I have a dishwasher that could do that for me. I want to spend time with you, not watch you wash my shit.”

“You do so much for me, Harry. Let me wash your shit.”

“I can wash my own shit.”

“Okay, this is getting gross.”

Harry giggled and kissed her cheek before walking over to his fridge. She took the time to wash her hands and dry them before turning around to ask if he needed help with whatever it was he was doing.

She was met with the sight of him standing next to the kitchen island, a delicious-looking chocolate cake on it with two small forks. 

Harry chuckled at the way her eyes lit up, knowing her love for chocolate was the way to her heart. 

“I was too shy to ask if you had something sweet to follow up with dinner,” she admitted sheepishly, biting her bottom lip as she sat on the stool while he did the same across from her.

His smile widened, handing her a fork. “I would never forget.”

She blushed and followed his lead by taking the first bite of the cake. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Is this André’s?”

Harry looked at her, horrified. “Don’t ever say another man’s name after moaning like that.”

She snorted, taking another bite of the delicious cake. 

“Yes,” Harry said finally, expression morphing into one of amusement as he watched her devour her half of the dessert. “He did make it. Something about giving the lovely lady a real treat.”

Rose laughed at the way he mocked André’s accent, and pushed the plate towards him to finish the cake. “I can’t take another bite,” she groaned. 

***

Rose awoke to the sound of faint chattering. She didn’t remember when she fell asleep but once she was aware enough to take in her surroundings, she realized she was still in Harry’s penthouse, curled up on his couch under a warm blanket. A warm feeling engulfed her when she realized Harry had tucked her in.

“Fuck you, I can do whatever I want.”

She frowned, knuckling her eye to try and wake herself up as she heard Harry start pacing, wherever he was.

“I know, I know, she’s been telling me the same thing all week.”

“Harry?” She called out. He didn’t hear her.

“If I hear you call her that one more time, you’re fired.”

“Harry,” she called again, louder. His pacing stopped and a second later, he appeared from around the corner, phone up to his ear.

“Rose,” he sighed, then scowled at whatever the person on the other end said. “Yes, now don’t call me back.” He locked his phone and gave her his attention once again. “Sorry about that.”

She smiled sleepily and reached over to caress his face. He breathed out and knelt on the ground to come face to face with her. Her fingers wound in the short hairs at the nape of his neck and he exhaled, dropping his forehead to her collarbone. “Sometimes I hate being me.”

“Want to talk about it?”

He shook his head and a laugh bubbled out of her, unwillingly. He snapped his head up. “What’s so funny?”

“Tickled me,” she mumbled.

He snorted then got up, asking her to move over before laying down next to her and pulling her to his side. 

“You seemed angry,” she said gently.

She could feel him tense under her. “My mother was just pissed at me, had my publicist relay a message.”

“Did you do anything?”

Harry looked into her warm brown eyes, his own glinting with mischief. “When am I not?”

Rose giggled and laid her head on his shoulder. She could feel herself being pulled back into unconsciousness, and as much as she tried to fight it, she couldn't. She wanted to stay awake for him, to comfort him further but exhaustion suddenly washed over her. Before being completely lost to the world, she could’ve sworn she heard him murmur, “I won’t let anything come between us.”

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January came to an end, an end that honestly Bea thought came way too fast…because she was finally on her way to the photo shoot. It was going to happen in a matter of hours, Marcus told her to get there early, Rooster was at work and she couldn’t really bother him to take her there so Shells did instead.  Except the ‘there’ was Evelyn’s apartment.

She was a bit confused, expecting them to do it in another location or something of the sort, but Shells and herself went up the known elevator to Evelyn’s penthouse floor, stepping inside the apartment with wide eyes. There were a lot of people there, racks with clothes, boxes filled with accessories and whatnot and Wiley was curiously sniffing everything before he landed on the couch.

“Woah.” she hears Shells say, pulling her sunglasses to her hairline, “That’s a whole fuck lotta people.” Beatrice agrees with her, seeing a lot of people moving back and forth at Evelyn’s apartment, until she meets her friend’s eyes across the room. Evelyn smiles, walking away from the woman she’s talking with to step away and to the two surprised friends by the entrance.

“Glad you showed up and on time too, very good for a rookie.” Evelyn teases Bea, who laughs nervously, hugging her cardigan on her crossed arms almost like a nervous shield, “Marcus is setting everything in my room, the lights are getting ready and whatnot, it’ll be done in a little bit.”

Beatrice nods, seeing other models already seated outside on Evelyn’s balcony, most of them wearing robes and having a variety of body types and skin tones, “Oh, ah, they are already done?”

Evelyn looks over her shoulder to where Beatrice gestured, “Not really, they are just waiting to be called to get their makeup and hair ready.” she explains, shrugging, “I just told them to get comfortable. Come on, Marcus would want to see you.” the brunette nods, following Evelyn down the hallway that led to her bedroom where she could hear voices -specifically one that sounded a lot like Marcus’ - coming from there.

She was a bit confused as to why Evelyn agreed for this photo shoot to be done in her place, maybe her friendship with Marcus went deeper than she thought? Maybe it was because…well, maybe it was because he liked the apartment! That could be it, it’d be easier than to rent an actual place, right? Also, during the time before the photo shoot, she actually looked some stuff up about how much models are paid, especially the rookie ones.

She isn’t sure…if it’s because Marcus is the one dealing with all this or because he really liked her, but the price she saw online and the price she was offered were very different. She was confused, yet very thankful for that. It would help them in the long run after all. They reached Evelyn’s room, seeing that the space turned into a beauty room with vanities, more racks of clothes and make up boxes all over the place.

In the middle of everything was Marcus, who was currently fixing a one piece suit on a hanger, looking up when he heard people coming, “Oh!My muse! You are here!” Bea waved gently and squeaked out a soft hi before he hugged her, air kissing her cheeks and doing the same to Shells who was just watching this whole thing with wide eyes, “I am so happy you arrived, come come come!” he grabs Bea’s wrist, tugging her gently to the rack of clothes he was messing with minutes before, “These are all for you.”

Those were a lot of clothes, in different shades of reds, purples, blues and darker or neutral shades. Beatrice’s whispered yet amazed ‘woah’ as she brushed her figner through each one made Marcus smile, “They were all made thinking of you.” the brunette looks back at him with wide eyes, “I believe it’ll be a huge success.”

“Well–I…thank you, Marcus, it means a lot to me.” she smiles, genuinely thankful for him. He nods back in reply, leaning closer to Whitney and letting her know they were ready to begin. The woman pulled out a fluffy robe with the initials M.B embroidered in gold thread on the breast area and handed it to Beatrice. Evelyn and Shells stood by the brunette, with the former placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her to the ensuite bathroom so she could change.

The bathroom there was huge, in tones of black, white and gold, a divider with Japanese motifs separated the bathtub and shower from the rest of the bathroom…and it was also the same place where Beatrice would change into the new robe. She hands her other clothes to Shells, everything including her underwear - she was very thankful she waxed literally everything a few days before - as she runs her fingers through her hair. Shells however hands the phone over to Beatrice, knowing she’d like to talk to Rooster if time allowed her to.

Beatrice holds the phone with both hands, almost too scared to part ways with it, finally choosing to slide into the robe’s low pocket, its weight a comfortable reminder. “Okay.” she says, stepping from behind the divider, “I’m ready.”

“Good,” Evelyn grins, “They are waiting for you, don’t worry, we’ll be there with you too so you won’t be alone.”

“Thanks guys,I really–I…” she couldn’t find words to describe, “I-I—thanks. Really.”

She steps out of Evelyn’s bathroom to see the amount of people on the outside were now inside the room alongside the three other models already seated on their own vanities, each one with their own makeup artist to their side. Beatrice feels a gust of fear making it’s way up her spine, looking back at her friends for courage. Both women gave Bea a thumbs up, so the brunette inhaled deeply before getting closer to the station she’d be at. 

The makeup artist, a person with tattooed cheeks and forehead and dark lipstick smiled at her, “Hi, Beatrice, my name is Mal and I’ll be your make up artist while Genie,” they point to a young woman with afro puffs and a Madonna shirt standing behind her, “Will do your hair. Is that alright with you?” they were being very careful which she was surprised and grateful for. She feared she’d be…mistreated or just tossed around and hoped for the best but they were being very nice with her.

Beatrice nods, sitting down on the chair in front of the vanity to stare at her reflection. She didn’t usually pay much attention, but with such a big mirror and it being surrounded by light she could see the bags under her eyes were just a bit less prominent, but there were still small blemishes on her face and skin, alongside some freckles she never noticed she had before. And she used sunscreen daily. 

Beatrice tried to hold back her surprise when she felt someone messing with her hair already and Mal’s face was right next to her. She was used to doing her makeup herself, honestly she wasn’t the greatest at it but she could make herself look good if need be. But this was like if her skincare routine was made for the rich and famous, because there were things on her face she had never heard before.

Mal did compliment her skin though, saying it was very healthy and taken care of nicely. Which to her was a surprise, she always had issues with her skin - cue the bags under her eyes and the few blemishes she still had -  so to hear that from a professional makeup artist really did something good to her ego.

They turned Bea around so her back faced the mirror instead of her face and so she could see both Evelyn and Shells sitting alongside Marcus on chairs that resembled the one she and the other models were seated in, folded and easy to carry. She couldn’t talk much with how Mal and Genie were messing with her hair and face, but she would sometimes mumble a reply to a question or give them an ‘ok’ sign. She went to a spa once with her nonna, it resembled her a little bit of what this was, the massaging on her scalp and the delicious smell of flowers - lavender - entering her nose was helping her relax a little bit more.

According to Marcus, he wanted the models to have a wet hair look and then a beautiful natural dry look that would work with each of the clothes. And since most of the clothes he had were swimwear, it made sense. Beatrice’s eyes moved to the bikinis on the rack as Mal brushed a light colored lipstick over her mouth, the same fear from before returning albeit a lot milder.

Those were nice bikinis, but compared to the other models in the room, she felt…the pang of self consciousness come and her confidence dropped a little bit. She felt like it’d be like most of the photo shoot, a roller coaster of emotions and fears that she’d have to endure. She was a bit thankful that it was happening in Evelyn’s apartment though, she hoped she wouldn’t need to, but if she had to take an ‘emotional break’ she could easily find her way around the huge place or with Evelyn’s help.

“There you go.” Mal smiles, tilting her head up so the light hit her face just right, looking back at Marcus and the two girls, “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Beatrice felt her cheeks warm up at the compliment, something that Rooster often called her but felt strange coming from someone else but him. Both Evelyn and Shells clapped, the latter even wolf whistling at her friend’s makeup and hair since Genie was done as well. 

“You look amazing, oh Mal you did a wonderful job.” Marcus says, one of his hands to his heart as he looks at Beatrice, “You all did.” Beatrice looked to the other models with curiosity, seeing they had the same ‘bare face no makeup makeup’ on. They all looked beautiful and Beatrice couldn’t help but wonder if she looked just the same. Her answer came in the form of a chair turning and the view of her face in the mirror.

She gasped, turning her head this way and that to check all the angles “Wow…” she whispered, she really looked amazing, “This is incredible.”

“We had a great canvas to work with.” comes Genie’s response, which makes Beatrice smile bashfully and look down at her hands, “Okay, she’s ready.”

Shit.

It was really happening.

Beatrice looked back at the other models who were talking to other assistants, while Marcus waited in the middle of the room with his hands clasped, watching Bea stand to her feet and wring her hands together nervously, “Very well, we’ll start with…” he trifles through the clothes until he finds what he was looking for, “This one.” a black bikini with bottoms that knotted at the hip bones, something she had never worn but always wanted to. “You can go change, we’ll wait for you.”

“O-Okay.” she holds the bikini in front of her face, then looks back at the two friends who were still there, seated, “Can they–come with me?”

“Of course.”

Beatrice steps into the ensuite bathroom with Shells and Evelyn following her, hiding back behind the golden divider and pulling the bikini out of its specific rack. She looks down at the soft fabric and the way it was shaped with her fingers slightly trembling with nerves, “I can do this.” she whispers to herself, undoing the knot of her robe to finally change.

Shells and Evelyn wait outside, the blonde casually leaning over the divider’s edge to check if Bea was alright, “She’s looking, a-mazing.” she says once she leans back to face Evelyn, “This was the best idea ever.”

Evelyn, while worried about this whole ordeal at the beginning when Marcus first offered it to Beatrice, eventually warmed up to it with the condition her friend would have a good time and be okay about it. She didn’t want Beatrice to be too nervous or scared because of Marcus and the others, especially because it was a swimwear mainly shoot, “As long she’s okay– are you okay Bea?”

“Yeah.” comes the muffled reply from behind the divider, “I’m almost done.”

She walked out still wearing the robe, the bikini fit her perfectly, it was almost like it was molded to her body and she couldn’t understand how it was possible but it was, “Okay.” she nods, walking out of the bathroom with her friends following, meeting Whitney outside who was holding a thin pair of sunglasses, gently placing it over Beatrice’s nose and leading her towards the area where the photoshoot would happen.

Every step only made her nerves stand on edge, her throat feeling dry like she swallowed sand. She inhaled shakily, clenching the edged of the robe to her chest, seeing the lights and cameras all moved to the balcony, some of the models already posing…in the pool. Oh. Oh that was new. She knew it was a swimwear photoshoot first but…she was a bit nervous about it, what if she slipped? What if she couldn’t really do a pose like the other models were? Beatrice chews the inside of her lip, bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously as she watches the photoshoot happen.

Marcus wasn’t only the fashion designer, he was also the photographer which to be honest made her feel more at ease. She wasn’t close to him like Evelyn was, but knowing he would be the one taking the photos was very helpful. She watches the models turn and change positions several times, it was amazing…and fast. Beatrice strats wringing her hands together again, smell the flower blow the candle. Repeat, repeat, repeat. 

Watching this whole thing happen was amazing, not to mention fast. Soon enough she was called to step in, blinking back at Marcus who smiled at her, holding his camera, “Come on.” He nodded to the pool as the other women dried up and got back inside to change into another outfit. Beatrice nods meekly, turning back to Evelyn and Shells, both women walking forward with her when she finally gets to the balcony.

What if someone from other buildings see her? What if they take pictures of this photoshoot? What if they post online and then everyon-”Bea,” Evelyn’s calm voice snaps her out of her anxious thoughts, “No one lives in the last floot across from me and the floor below it can’t see anything but the walls, no one will see you.” she didn’t know how she did it, but the fact that Evelyn knew exactly what was bothering her relaxed her a whole lot.

“Okay.” she whispers, pulling her phone out of the robe’s pocket, looking down at it and smiling when there was a message from Rooster.

“You’ll do great, angel ;) I love you and I’ll see you later <3”

She smiles more, then locks the phone to hand it over to Shells. She’s so nervous when she removes the robe, even clenching her eyes before she folds it and keeps it in front of her a shield, blinking one eye open when no one said anything, they just waited for her to make a move, “Oh.” she blushes, placing the robe aside and still keeping her hands in front of her body, clasped above her navel, “Um…w-what do I do?”

“Well, we’ll start easy first. I’m sure Evelyn can help you too,right?” Marcus tilted his head to her friend, Beatrice meeting Evelyn’s brown eyes as she got closer, placing both of her hands on her shoulders to shake them a bit off the tension.

“Think of this as if you are modeling in your bedroom.” she explains, “It might not feel like it, but it’s the same. Don’t be afraid to mess up, it’s your first one so you can hesitate a bit. Second and last, have fun. It’s very liberating.”

“O-Okay.” she says softly, “Thanks Ev.” Evelyn nods, giving a step back to Marcus could direct Beatrice where to go first. Her stomach was still cold with nerves, deciding to keep her breathing pattern as she gently runs her fingers through her hair, body tilted to the side. She was surprised when she heard the sound of the camera lens clicking, looking at where Marcus was in surprise.

He smiles, looking down at the screen, “Perfect. That was amazing.” he even shows the picture to her, the brunette widening her eyes in surprise at how…good she looked. She looked amazing, she didn’t even look like herself and it wasn’t even a planned picture at all. “Another one!”

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Beatrice changed outfits several times and over time, her confidence finally taking over and she noticed how fun this really was. More and more she felt sexy, her movements were more fluid and in the last picture she finally smiled as bright as the sun, something Marcus and everyone else around them complimented.

When she photo shoot was done she was expecting them to thank her, but not to be clapped…even by the other models! She watched with wide eyes as they hooted and complimented her, telling how she did such a good job for someone who never did that before, even suggesting she should try to follow this field in the near future. Beatrice laughs nervously, her eyes prickling with thankful tears saying she’ll think about it, pulling the robe around her shoulders before going back inside.

Once she was in the ensuite bathroom with Shells and Evelyn, both women squealed, engulfing their brunette friend in a hug and jumping in a circle in the middle of the bathroom. Beatrice laughed, covering her face with both hands and enjoying the happiness that took over them and was eventually dripping towards her, “I did it!” she says behind her hands, pulling them back when they stop jumping, “I really did it!”

“You did and you were incredible.” Evelyn complimented, “You were just great, Bea. You really were.” the brunette sighed happily , her eyes shining with tears but she didn’t let them fall. She was…over the moon, she was so happy, her body was buzzing with energy. Shells handed her clothes back so Bea could change, with the two other women waiting outside the divider.

“Hey,Ev. How did Marcus convince you to let him use your place for the photoshoot?” Beatrice asks as she pulls her pants up her legs, shimmying them up past the hips.

“I actually suggested it.”

“You…suggested it?”

Evelyn’s head pops back over the divider’s edge, giving her friend a little smile, “Honestly,I didn’t want them to take you to a random place where you’d be alone and wouldn’t know your surroundings. Plus, if you were, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to have me or Shells with you.”

Beatrice looked at her friend with wide eyes, tying the ends of her red shirt by her waist - exposing the midriff, a complete opposite of how she got there with it down past her hips- “...really?” the fact that Evelyn wanted them to do the photoshoot at her penthouse apartment because it meant that Bea would have both her and Shells as support…meant so much to her. She had the greatest friends ever, God.

They’d definitely be her bridesmaids and– okay! Not thinking about this right now! In reality ever since she saw the bridal shop her mind has been…very…intriguing. She’s been having thoughts about dresses and ceremonies and even looking at the pictures of her aunt’s wedding - especially the ones of her and Rooster - and just wondering things.

She talked about it to her therapist, to which Dr.Varma just smiled warmly and suggested that maybe that’d be the next step after moving in together. It was insane…and yet, she wasn’t mad about it. But she wouldn’t mention it to him yet, she still needed time to think more about it and figure out what to do.

Once she’s done back into her old clothes, she’s surprised to see Marcus waiting for her outside, holding a gift box in his hands, “Beatrice, my darling muse.” her cheeks reddened even under all the makeup “You did wonderful today, darling. You were magnificent! And, as a thanks, these are for you.” he holds out the box for her, making Beatrice blink up at him in confusion.

“For me but–” she gently opens the lid, gasping in surprise when she sees the contents…the outfits she wore for the photo shoot! All of them, beautiful wrapped in peach colored paper with a big ‘recycle’ sticker on top, ‘But,but I—really? Are you sure?”

“I usually gift my first time models as a thanks for working with me.” he looks over towards Evelyn, “As Evelyn well knows. So these are all for you.”

Beatrice grabs the box with both hands, no words daring to come out of her mouth as she looks up at Marcus, finally lowering her gift and hugging the tall man tightly, ‘Thank you.” it was more than a thank you for the gift, it was a thank you for everything he did to her, “Thank you so much.”

“You are welcome my muse,” he says, hugging her back, “I’ll talk to you later tomorrow alright? So you can get paid as handsomely as I promise and so I can tell you when to expect the photos.”

“O-Okay, thank you.” Bea feels her phone vibrate, pulling back to look down at it once she gets it from her back pocket, “Oh,I-I have to go, Rooster is here.” Shells amused ‘of course he is’ makes her smile, but she thanks them all again, hugging Shells and Evelyn before she makes her way to the door.

Since Shells planned on staying behind to talk to Evelyn, Beatrice just said her goodbyes and made her way to the elevator, petting Wiley on the way out. Her cheeks hurt from smiling, the large black gift box in her hands only appearing to be bigger as the elevator lights hit it…and honestly she couldn’t believe she actually did that. She thanked again whatever deity made it possible for her to do so, bouncing in the elevator with how happy she was, stepping out of it almost tripping over herself.

She told the concierge goodbye, humming happily as she walks out of the building, looking around for the blue Bronco and grinning happily when she finds it and sees its driver leaning on the door with his arms crossed and his lips tilted in a smile. Rooster lets out a quiet whistle when he can see the makeup up close, “Damn, look at you.” she giggles, adjusting the box in her arms but her boyfriend picks it up before she drops it, because he’s loving just like that, “You got yourself a gift?”

“Yeah!Marcus wanted to thank me.” she watches him open the door and place the box on the back seat, “So he gifted me some things.” She didn’t say what they were just yet, choosing to keep that as a secret for now. Rooster hums from the inside, signaling he was listening to her, pulling back to look down at Beatrice with the same grin, “I had…a lot of fun.”

“Yeah?” he coos, cupping the side of her face with his big hand, “You look really good and I can see from your expression it was fun…so, how about we go celebrate?”

“Celebrate?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, “I was thinking since you don’t have work tonight we could go somewhere.” he opens the passenger door for her, kissing her temple as she walks past him, “You know, I think it’ll be fun.”

“I’d like that, Roos.” she grins, “Anywhere you have in mind?”

“Actually, yeah.” he says, leaning his head down to peck her lips, his eyelids low as he takes in her appearance one more time, “I think you’ll like the place. God, you look really good.”

Beatrice giggles again, cupping his face with her hands, rubbing his jawline with her thumbs, “Thank you,Roos…so, shall we?”

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also, can I just say that quilwyrm is absolutely adorable and it love it so much!! a combination of my name and the url that people recognize me under!! I love it!! I've actually considered getting a tattoo of a wyrm in the past, but either way they're just so cool!

"you have a way of speaking that makes people feel understood." thank you so much, that genuinely means a lot. It sometimes feels like my connection to others are artificial or not as "real" as others because I have to do a few things different to understand people and relate to them, but when people come to me I try to connect to them as much as a I can. You may have noticed me sharing stories of my own in response to yours, which is how I try to show that I'm trying to understand you. you give an experience, and I share one similar so you can see that I'm trying to remember how I felt so I can empathize with you and understand your perspective. it's never to try and make it about me, it's me trying to relate to you

and I talk about loving the details frequently, but it's true. I know sometimes I, myself, hide a lot in the small words that get overlooked, so I try to make sure to pay attention to every aspect of what someone else is saying. this is also why sometimes I'll say "if I've skipped over something you wanted to focus more on, send me another ask!" because as much as I try to pay attention, I'm not infallible and I want people to have the comfort and opportunity to come back and tell me that they wanted to focus on something else. I don't mind going back at all, and it's always fun to look at new details! and people are welcome to do this even if I don't leave that little reminder at the end. I don't know where I'm going with this, but I'm trying to say that I do genuinely care about the details, and that's why I try to cover everything I can in a single post.

about the creative thing: thank you!! I try to be! my brain is constantly filled with questions and it's nice to be able to channel them into something where others don't mind how critical (as in inquisitive, not negative) I am of things. Just last night my family was playing a card game about unicorns and I got distracted because I just started wondering how their horns work. Are they made of keratin like their hooves? Are they hollow? Is that where the magic is stored? What generates the magic? Or is it like a protrusion of their skull and it can connect directly to the cranial cavity and there's a gland in the brain that produces the magic? So I think that general principal of always asking questions helps me think through all the ideas people send me and help me just go off in several different directions and possibilities for each post. So a lot of thought does go into my posts! There's been some asks I've spent over an hour answering, typing responses and thinking it over and consulting the wiki and pulling down my books from the shelf to find specific scenes and lines. (this is also why I don't answer asks very quickly, because I'm doing all that. not that it's a bad thing! just an explanation)

I'm incredibly pleased that you like coming here. I often conceptualize my blog as just a little bubble or corner of the internet where I'm just doing whatever I feel like and others can come and join in and vibe with me for as long as they'd like. I just don't know if I'm capable of having surface-level, brief conversations. Not that it's impossible, it's just so much more natural for me to go in-depth and try and give everyone my full attention every time they interact. Which might be a little rarer on the internet, but I do try to curate a space where everyone can enjoy themselves and interact as much as they feel comfortable doing. No requirement to like posts, reblog, send asks, or anything. Just be here if you want to be!

"your keeper analyses are top-tier." ahh thank you!! I think it's so cool that everyone's started to associate me with the analyses and more technical aspects of the story, because those are my favorite parts!! it's so much fun!! I think is a combination of having read the stories several times--I've read each book at least twice, though several of the earlier one's I've lost count of (I know I've read many of them six times or more)--and interacting with others who notice details I don't for so long. Sure, when you read a book six times you get to know it pretty well, but I also see people pointing out things I've forgotten on a regular basis! That does help for when I'm answering asks or analyzing a character, but there are things I miss from time to time. I will admit I do know a lot about the story, probably as much as I know about twilight if not more (twilight is another one of those stories where I could go in depth on anything you put before me, though that interest was more accidental than keeper. to clarify, I love making fun of twilight and it's writing, not trying to justify any of it).

and don't worry! you're not pressuring me!! if anything, it's encouraging because I know you like the things I'm doing. like a little okay!! I'm doing something good!! because a lot of the times I'm just winging it (I can't say this expression without thinking of the wings au anymore), so it's always nice to get some feedback.

I've tried to be very supportive and receptive to everyone I interact with, so I'm very glad that I have a nice environment around me!! and that you think so kindly of me. you're also a wonderful person and I'm always excited when I see another ask from you (no pressure to send them in though). it's like a little there they are!! I recognize that person!! what's up with them recently, how they doing?

I hope you are doing well <33. this morning was a little stressful for me so this was really nice to see !!

#i just want people to know I appreciate them!! #and I try to understand them the best that I can #that's what all my stories are in response to yours #and me commenting on all the little details #i want to pay attention to everything I can and show that I'm trying to understand #because you're so sweet and you're worth the time and energy <33 #to clarify: not saying it's a drain or anything #just saying I like spending time responding to you #and putting effort into the responses #it's not too much and it's not a burden #because I'm entirely willing and eager to do it #quil appreciation hours #can't believe I have a tag for that now #asd kid nonsie #quil's queries #long post

[decembermoonskz]

Hello moonbeams~! Writing letters is something I’m good at, because even if I stumble in all other forms of communication sometimes, my writing, my words never fail me. The overall negative energy, annoyance and sometimes hatred towards the pandemic, the social/political topics and the year in general can be very draining and or taxing on me and you all. Of course we’re upset too but seeing so much hate can be draining for people like me, and maybe you. So for a moment, grab a seat and a blanket and listen as I read this letter to you. This is a letter from me, to you, and I offer a blessing from her majesty the moon herself as well.

2020 has been one hell of a year that’s for sure. I experienced a lot of sadness, fatigue and overall lower moods as I tend to take on the energy of the world heavily. There has been so much that’s happened to us all, sadness, fear, anger, heartbreak; but even still we survived it. There were so many that felt we wouldn’t make it through this year or make it to the end as it felt like it would go on forever, but we’re here now, to write these letters, to tell these stories. 

Even in this hectic year, I experienced so much, I felt happiness, joy I cried a lot and released so many pent up feelings, I came to terms with things I had locked away, I laughed a lot, I found passions that I thought were long lost. So much has happened to me in this year both ups and downs and I’m grateful for it all. You may be wondering why I would be grateful for downs as well, they helped teach me things, how strong I am; how it’s okay to give in and feel your sadness or pain; to validate my emotions; and a lot more. I hope that with all that’s happened you were able to take in some lessons yourself.

Below this cut, I wanted to thank some people who made my experience on tumblr as wonderful as it has been, more amazing than I had ever expected it to be. I came on here extremely nervous about sharing my stories and these people have been so warm and welcoming and honestly I wouldn’t have enjoyed my time as much without them. I’ll have my ending message at the bottom of this. 

@sleepylixie Lily darling, my brain twin!! you’ve made my short tumblr life so much fun! sharing brain waves one moment, soundboarding ideas the next, and having so many things in common between us it’s crazy (wolfie gang). You’ve become one of the best things to happen to me on this site! xoxo thank you for always sharing your wonderful ideas with me and for sharing my love of fantasy!! Oh and I can’t forget all the shared screaming we do over skz and anything else xD I’m so glad we started talking and even in just a short time I feel so close to you already!! Thank you for letting me vent out all my ideas and for letting me be that person for your ideas too, thank you for always giving such good feedback and opinions and thank you for just overall being one of my favorite people to talk to. I hope we can make more wonderful memories in the coming year and beyond it. love you darling have a beautiful 2021~ 💜💜💜 ⟪ song rec: Another Day - Stray Kids ⟫

@rebecca-noona​ Becca! You were the first person to interact with my blog and when I look back on it, I’m so thankful you did. I love our talks about Korea and skz and writing. Your support has always been incredibly helpful, thank you for always being a cheerleader for me, it means the world. I hope you know I love you and support you and your works and whatever you wish to do so much as well!! I’m so happy we started talking and you make me so happy. Thank you for being my friend and when I finally get to Korea you gotta show me around when you get back!! I hope your process of getting back is smooth and easy, stay as optimistic as you can love!! xoxo  ⟪ song rec: motive - Ariana Grande (ft. Doja Cat) ⟫ 

@skzctnightnight​ bel! bel! :DD it’s your words of encouragement that helped me create this blog, you’re one of the reasons I’m here!! your works have been some of my favorites and I was so happy when I first reached out to you. Your kindness really touched me and being your anon at the time was so much fun >v< Prowl will forever be one of my favorite series and you inspire me with your works!! I love talking with you no matter if it’s a quick chat, or a long convo, I always love talking to you. Thank you for making my 2020 so nice! I’m glad I know you and let’s talk more soon! <3  ⟪ song rec: Clarity - Kim Petras ⟫ 

@aliceu​ Alice!! I’m so thankful we met by chance when replying to one of Lily’s posts LOL I think it was an ask of yours about fantasy, and we shared a mutual love for it xD I want you to know that I always smile and I’m always happy when you send asks or dms so please I hope you never worry about being a bother and keep sending them hehe >v</ Thank you for always taking some of your time  to check out my stories and for always leaving such wonderful feedback too!! It makes me happy to read your mini reviews about them!! Thanks for having little chats with me too. I enjoy them always and I hope we can continue to chat more 2021!! Please have a great new year and stay safe and comfy uwu ⟪ song rec: TMT - Stray Kids ⟫ 

@t-toodumbtocare​ Bar! xoxo I’m so glad we finally started talking and I’m hoping we can talk more soon >w<b You’re so fun and sweet and your stories are cute!! I wanna read more soon!! >^<9 Thanks for our little chats and thanks for checking out my stories as well I appreciate it. I hope to get to know you better in the coming year and I hope you have the best 2021!!  ⟪ song rec: Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift ⟫ 

@delicatewerewolfsoul​​ Vicky!!! I’m so happy we started talking! I loved talking about animals and pets with you and I loved all the skz soft hours asks you sent (I hope you send more of them psst psst) they made my day!! You’re such a sweetheart and you’re a master of heart memes xD I hope your 2021 is wonderful just like you are!! Stay safe and warm you cute bean xoxo ⟪ song rec: Inception - ATEEZ ⟫ 

@dreamescapeswriting​ Hi M!!! Okay full disclosure!! I’ve actually read some of your works before having tumblr LOL Like I really enjoyed them (Lucky and You Love Me are so cute) and honestly I was shy about reaching out but I’m so glad I did because now I wanna continue to talk and send you hugs! >V< I’m so glad we’re both gamers and your asks make me so happy! Thank you for being the sweetie you are and I hope we can talk more in 2021!! Have a great new year cutie!! <3 ⟪ song rec: False God - Taylor Swift ⟫ 

to my mutuals and other moonbeams who I wanna talk to more and love and support so much!! @mikoto-ica-fics​ @hanflix​ @chogiwow​ @redsandroses​ @meiiyue​ @missskzbiased​ @rosieecheeks​ I hope we can talk more in the new year and I love you a lot!!! You’re all such beautiful souls!! Know I’m sending you love and hugs and all the support I can muster \>v</ xoxoxoxoxo ⟪ song rec: Breath - GOT7 ⟫ 

To my beautiful nonnies, I’m super happy you’re here. I miss you all and hope you’re well and to the new ones welcome welcome!! I hope you know all your messages make me so happy! When I started my blog, I didn’t imagine I’d have as many anons as I do now, I didn’t think I’d have many, maybe 2 or 3? You guys make me so happy and I hope to see you more in my inbox when you have the time!!! <33 ⟪ song rec: You Can STAY - Stray Kids ⟫ 

To all my followers, my darling moonbeams!! Thank you so much for joining on this journey of practice and self-love that I’ve been trying to embark on. The comments, the reblogs, the likes, the asks, all of it, it means the world to me. To re-learn that it is possible for people to enjoy what I do, and not tie it to my own self-worth has been something I’m so thankful for. You all helped me learn that so thank you. I hope you continue to enjoy the stories I put out and feel free to reach out anytime! I’m so happy to have 300+ (almost 400) of you lovely moonbeams here! I hope you all have a wonderful 2021! It doesn’t matter who you are, how old you are, where you come from, what you identify as, what you believe in, or who you love; you are all precious moonbeams here in this haven.  ⟪ song rec: Haven - Stray Kids ⟫ 

I know I say it a million times but since this is a wrapup letter I’ll share it again shortly. My blog was made for the main purpose of learning to appreciate my passion for writing and to not cage myself from posting and sharing my stories. I wanted to learn to write for myself and that posting stories in and of itself was the main victory, and everything else was the bonus, instead of thinking when people like it, only then is it good. I’ve done that before and having learned from it I now feel more prepared to tackle this. Thank you again for all the warm welcomes and the love I’ve received it still hasn’t quite sunk in for me and it feels so unreal. To know you all enjoy my stories and give me so much love, it’s crazy and it’s happening and I am so happy. I’m very thankful I took the leap of faith even though I was scared and decided to create this blog! 2020 challeneged me as well as pushed me and supported me. I experienced hard times yes, but I also experienced some really amazing things. I found comfort in things new and old, I feel like the quarantine made me come to terms with myself more, not run from things I wanted to confront and talk to myself more. I feel like 2020 albeit really draining in all ways, helped shape me and I got stronger because of living through this year. Now before I get any more preach-y than I already have LOL Thank you for being a part of my 2020 everyone!! I hope to have you with me in 2021 and I hope you experience the blessings of the moon like I feel we all do. See you in 2021 y’all! We’ll get through next year and the next and the next, I know it! 💜

Love Izzy 

#my 2020 love letter to you #izzy's 2020 wrapped up #izzy doing stuffs #izzy be rambling #I love you all my moonbeams #🌕 may her majesty the moon watch over you always