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rinis-rift · 1 day ago

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the simple joys in life..

ꕥ the saja boys thought their manager was too nonchalant for the human world, but after dragging them outside, it turns out that it's NOT nonchalance but just a lack of understanding. Cat cafe with Mystery/ self care night with rom+baby/ bath house with jinu+abby. <fluff>

manager!male! reader x saja boys (sort of separated? done in pairs)

wc: 3.4k

extra: i haven't written in a while + i had trouble characterizing everyone so i hope you like what i ended with :D + I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE NONCHALANT PPL (first post in this account lets go!!) + i need more not fem readers 😔

That stern expression you wore could dent a mountain if you wanted to. But regardless of it, the lavender haired male in front of you wouldn't budge either, he came to you with a request to take you to a 'cat cafe'. Like, what even is that? You hardly remember what a cat even looks like.

"I apologize Mystery, but you can eat the cats at the cat cafe on your own this time," You reply, turning away to continue making and editing the schedule for the day of their first award they would receive for their debut song.

"You pet them." The voice behind you corrects, you perk up at the sound of that.

"You don't eat them?", you ask, Mystery shakes his head. A silent pause ensues.

You look down at your tablet, your eyes skimming over the work you already finished. You don't notice the small movement in Mystery's shoulders, the silent and expectant shift in them as a silent moment passes.

You finally turn off the ipad in your hands, looking back up at him, "Sounds... intriguing," you reply in a cool tone, putting down the electronic, and on that same note, sickly pink smoke erodes your body as you transform into your human form.

Mystery and the group knows you don't wear your human form often as you're always inconspicuous to the public and so, there was never a need to do so. So Mystery simply drinks in the sight, your aura of isolation was weakened by a lot, but that half lidded look in your eyes made sure you reeked of that same untouchable energy.

You looked softer, the jagged vines that would mark you a demon now had no place on your skin. Your fangs had shortened, that sharp look in your eye numbed aesthetically. A sight for sore eyes.

And with that, you both went out for the cat cafe.

While Mystery was wearing a hoodie to better hide his identity, you showed your face with no problem. You don't notice the rosy cheeks of the clerk that was working when both of you arrived, the small slip in her words as she escorts you to a corner of the cat and kitten filled room goes unnoticed by you.

You sit down, your ankles against your bottom as your hands fold neatly on your lap, scanning the room. Mystery sits in front of you, much more relaxed, almost instinctively taking a feather toy to swing around.

You look around the pastel room, decorated with cat towers, cabinet boxes- some had canned fish, in a different corner you saw many pet beds, some of them already occupied by the cats. The room was such a contrast to you, your midnight black cargo pants clashing with the light colors of the hardwood floors.

By the time you return your attention to the demon in front of you, your bombarded by the sight of Mystery being a cat magnet. Two kittens stretching their paws and hopping to try and catch the feather on a string. A bigger cat rubbing their head against his side, another one in his lap, the tail patting Mystery's thigh softly.

You're startled by the abrupt appearance of the felines, but now that you were really looking at them. You couldn't help but soften, that shift in your brow made you look less cold. Your vision scanned from kitten to cat, their seemingly fluffy bodies looking like a symbol of temptation. (cuteness aggression)

Their big doe eyes or the low purring you picked up that was vibrating from their bodies, the way their nose would wrinkle when they sniffed, the undeniably cute sounds of mewing that echoed in the room. It stirred something old within you.

Unbeknownst to you, you were leaning forward, towards the little critters. This is such a minute action, yet it drew Mystery's attention. For him, the most emotion he's seen from you is you moving your eyebrows. That's it. whether its out of annoyance, satisfaction, frustration- basically, emotions are a rarity if its from you.

So seeing you adapt a new shine in your eyes, it was quite a rare sight. To help you indulge, Mystery then scooped a kitten carefully and places it at your knees. You were surprised, and looked down at the kitten, it stared at you back.

After a tense moment of a stare-off, it finally crawled closer and climbed into your lap, tapping at your closed hands to move, you moved them. What a diva.

The little one curled up and closed its eyes, your expression doesn't change. And a swirl of an unexplainable emotion courses through you. Your hand raises with uncertainty, you look at Mystery's actions, his petting motions- you mimic them.

Your hands brush the fur with uncertainty, barely even grazing the dozing creature, you were touching it like it was a porcelain doll, like it would shatter at any moment. Mystery’s lips tilted upwards at your pursed lips.

It was very new to see his manager be so cautious and so.. bewildered at something. You always held such a mature persona around the boys, so to see your eyes host a cautious glimmer, it renewed how Mystery perceived you.

He could even say that you looked endearing in this moment. That small furrow in your brow, the expression of inquisitiveness, something so unlike you. You, who was roughened by the fate to be a demon, he always saw your guard up everywhere. And to see it falter under a guise of a kitten.

It brings a smile to his face.

By the time your session ended, you had been buttered up by the little pets, their adorable ministrations brought a wave of enjoyment you haven't experienced in a while. A ghost of a smile played on your lips as you both exited the café.

Mystery walks next to you, staring at his phone screen, he had taken some photos while you were hypnotized by the charms of the cats you encountered.

His eyes travel around the photo, that small upward pinch in your lips that somehow met your eyes. A kitten in your hands that extended its paw to your nose, tapping it.

That alone was a cute and heartwarming scene, but to see his usually silent and untouchable manager become a curious being who's actions didn't reflect that usual coolness, but instead reflected a new side of interest.

You were always such an enigma and every new discovery just added to that. He can’t wait to figure you out.

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

Even though you protested his advances, tonight it was inevitable. Now here you were, sitting very still for him, dressed in silk nightwear, adorning hairclips that brushed your bangs out of your face, how nice.

"Did you know that frowning too much gets you wrinkles?" Romance asks you, when you dip your head down to nod, you're interrupted by the pink haired man's index finger.

He tilts your chin up with a sultry look, his monolid eyes holding that pretentious look, like you were just one of his many fans that lined up for a spec of his time and attention. And if that affected you in anyway, you didn't let that feeling rise to the surface, but it irked him that you hid your feelings so well.

Romance hums an elegant tune as he rubs the toner onto your cheeks, your neutral face not budging despite the flirtatious advancements from the pink haired demon.

Beside him, slumped in a beanbag, lays the rapper of the group, staring at the ceiling as he keeps trying to find a song he likes to play from the bluetooth speaker. After staring daggers at the ceiling like a dead body, Baby shifts to look at the duo.

As normal, you sat like a fucking monk, perfect posture, you don't care enough to note that Romance's fingers would bump into your lips, barely grazing over your bottom lip. It flies over your head, but straight through Baby's..

When all parts of your face is glowing slightly under the pink LED lights, Romance trudged off of you and reached into his little self care kit.

He never guessed that self care would be such a joy for him, always one interested to buy beauty products, even though the fact of him being a demon guaranteed his clear skin and perfectly proportioned face- he still used skincare like any human with things like hormones and such.

For that same reason, you never bothered with trivial rituals like this. Not because you thought it was below you, but because you never saw a real reason to, (thought it was a waste of funds and time.). But tonight, Romance had managed to rope in Baby and by extent, you.

You couldn't deny that the cool and slight breeze that blew from the light air conditioning felt calming against your slick skin. You don't notice how thoughtful your eyes look as they glimmer under the lights. Witnessing Romance and Baby half tackle each other just to try and get Baby to wear the face mask.

Baby was acting like an irritating elementary schooler, rolling his eyes to the moon and back, inching away at the mask because "I'm not a teenage girl". When you saw that the banter wouldn't end soon, you decide to open your mouth.

"Baby, you should at the very least try it, he doesn’t just like things for any reason." You calmly intercept, speaking from your spot, it surprises the two, causing them to crane their heads towards you.

You never really spoke unless your call and voice were necessary to the whole soul stealing operation. Which meant you’re well-meaning professional, yes, but it meant that seeing you speak because you simply wanted to was a rare sight. An action so meaningless to you, but an opportunity that was too few and far between for the boys in the band to miss.

Romance sputters a smirk, looking down at Baby, giving him that 'Now you GOTTA do it' look, which prompts the teal haired demon to let out a defeated noise, flopping his head onto the floor in surrender.

Romance wore a victorious smile as he put the white mask over baby's face, his cheeks and forehead concealed with the mask. Victory. Romance turns around and focuses on you now.

Opening a new pack, he puts the masks over your face. Subconsciously, you closed your eyes and tilted your head up at him, like you were some animal begging for some pets and affection.

It catches Romance off guard, but he tries to proceed as normal, but taking more time with you than he did with the other boyband member in the room. He prays that his corrupted heart could keep it under control.

His pinky finger smoothed out the mask across your face, it felt like a real high quality facial.

A soothing sensation like this, that you haven't felt in what feels like lifetimes. Your stone cold expression starts to falter, your eyebrows rising ever so subtly, a shift in your demeanor doesn't go missed by the two.

Once Romance broke contact, you opened your eyes again, now all the sensations were really kicking in. The silk that laid on your skin, the soft breeze that would ventilate through the room, the ice cold feeling that encased your features. You felt the appeal now.

As Romance turns to do himself, trying to get his shit together, you stood up without a word, you stood up and plopped next to Baby, now returned to his designated spot in the beanbag. Leaning against the side of Romance's bed, your head tilts back against the edge.

Your eyes closed again, Baby gives you a side glance, this is by far the most relaxed he's ever seen you. You always had that high and tall wave of stoic principles that never seemed to budge- all for the mission.

But here you were, melting under the thin coats of relaxation, sure, you seemed composed. But there's no denying the loosened look you had on your face. Like for once your facial muscles budge to make an expression that wasn't boredom or sternness.

Baby changes the song to sound softer.

Romance sits on your other side, after a considerable amount of silence, he checks on you and realizes you actually fell asleep.

At that, he cracks a smile. Not one of his usual, heartthrob smiles but one of genuine amusement. Maybe his manager wasn't all that, he's still a demon, just like the rest of them.

After the designated time of the masks, Romance takes the responsibility to peels of yours, so careful to not rouse you from your peaceful slumber.

And it wasn't like Baby and Romance had much to talk about afterwards, just some light hearted small talk that ended when Romance stood to dim the lights.

Baby took his chance and quietly turned his body horizontal, the crown of his head up against your thigh, his eyes closing as he breathes softly into the fluffy blanket. He didn't feel like the lap was a good idea right now, but he'd compromise for you.

Romance retreats and sits next to you again, he turns and sees your head tilting, and being the romantic he is: he gently guides your head to meet his shoulder- to use it as a pillow.

He leaves a ghost of a kiss in your hair to say goodnight, and he drives the blanket over the both of you, and soon, he falls asleep too.

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

You’re not sure how you got here. One moment, you were just minding your business and taking a short power nap, and then suddenly, you were being hauled out of the apartment.

By who? None other than the macho guy of the group, Abby. Carrying you like you were just another part of his long workout. You were startled by that itself, a little groggy, but you were wide awake when you felt a hand pat your ass..

You heard laughter beside you as your vision was being obscured by Abby’s back, you were thrown over the shoulder. You recognized the laughter as Jinu.

When the two finally seem to stop, you’re finally released from the bulky man’s tight grip and was finally able to take a deeper breath, calming yourself.

You all stopped in front of a men's bath house, you raise an eyebrow. "What is the meaning of this?" You ask, your only answer was being pulled by the wrist into the building, you didn't bother moving your feet, it was almost like a dog pulling a sled the way Jinu dragged you in.

Arriving at the changing rooms, the two started to strip, when the pink haired demon realized you weren't stripping with them, he pouts, "C'monn, you're the only one who hasn't gone yet,".

"I'd like to go back to my nap." You coolly state.

"Trust me, you'll benefit from this wayy more than a nap," Jinu smiles, wrapping a towel around his waist, you ignore the blatant flexing from the other demon, an impish expression on his face.

You don't even flinch when Jinu's large hands pat both your shoulders, his face peeking over your shoulder. "I expect you'd want to be in perfect shape to be able to serve Gwi-Ma and send him the souls we promised." He purrs.

Your eyes shift from him, to the locker in front of you. You barely let out a sigh and peel off your shirt. The two boys shared a celebratory high five behind you. You ignore it.

You follow the two into the showers, you looked over at the two beside you, and noticed how they washed themselves, you copied them. When was the last time you had been to a bath house?

You were peacefully minding your own business, letting the shower water run down your body, when all of the sudden, you're drenched.

A bucket of shower warm water dumped onto your head, your eyes instinctively close as your shoulders squared, your hair also fell forward, covering your face.

You looked up through your damp strands of hair, staring at the perpetrator, his wide grin doesn't fall at your unconcerned expression.

"Are you an infant Abby?" You ask rhetorically, you lean your head back, running your hand through your hair to brush them out of your vision.

Abby's smirk only grows at your movement, the way water drips down your skin so tantalizing, the subtle glow and shine that sheens over in your human form skin. You think nothing of his ogling, it was Abby, of course he'll look.

He can't help but follow each droplet of water, watching them descend your body like a car window on a rainy day. Personally, you don't have much to hide on your body, so you don't notice him staring past your thighs and at something else.

And next to you, Jinu, who had already finished his shower, stared at you as you scolded Abby for his immature jabs at you. Your body was always being hidden behind dark garbs, so private and kept to yourself, he couldn't stop yourself from looking at this rare occasion. He felt like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time.

The three of you finally walked over to the actual bath, slipping into the hot, steaming water. You sit in between them, you realized that the two of them had an extra towel, Abby had it around his neck, Jinu had it over his shoulder.

You look back straight across the bath, realizing you didn't take an extra one. The raven haired idol notices, and calmly puts his onto your head, like you were a coat rack.

You turn your head to him, Jinu can't tell if its the bath's heat that made his heart stutter, or you. (He can.)

After the initial burning and boiling sensation had passed, like Abby, you slumped your shoulders and sighed lightly. Visibly relaxing, much to the other two's enjoyment.

A comfortable silence overtakes the atmosphere, you could almost say you're at peace. Gwi-Ma's voice came to you not that often, as you were well behaved and had tunnel vision for the mission. But would this be considered a distraction from the ultimate plan? The question slips away as soon as it entered your mind.

Your eyelids droop comfortably as time passes, you don't glance at the clock once. Maybe being uptight all the time had finally caught up to you, as you felt so loose in the large tub.

Abby and Jinu knew better than be loud at this time, god forbid they started an argument, you'd just reprimand and punish them by working even harder for the group.

Your heart slows as you spent more time inside, your hands opened and in your lap, you felt your body unwind. Your cheeks slowly turned an unruly pink, as did the other two beside you.

You're relaxed to the point you don't notice your demonic patterns pulsing on your skin, just barely painting the surface. The way it crawled up your body was divine, truly a sight to drink in like an ice cold beverage in this steam. They both ogle, you think they're being immature, like they were waiting for your reaction.

After a while, like, maybe thirty minutes at this point, for humans, its recommended they get out at 15 minutes to avoid nausea or irritated skin and other side effects, but you were faking being a human, managing to stay in longer.

But at this point, it was starting to get to you, your head started to feel heavy, your chest pulsing because of the heat. You quietly tried to stand, exiting the bath tub, your form slumped, it sent signals to the other two, who followed you out.

The sudden absence of heat made your body shiver slightly, it was cool and made your skin bristle with sensitivity. Prompting a muscular arm to grab yours and threw it over his shoulder, a second, smaller arm did the same.

"Scrawny can't handle a bit of steam huh," Abby teases.

"I don't have nearly as much free time as you," you huff.

"Maybe, or you're projecting," He replies, setting you on the bench, you're still slumped.

If anything, you feel like you need another nap now, you sent an icy glare at the leader of the Saja boys. Surely, what he said at the start was just a ploy to get you involved.

The blush on your cheeks doesn't leave until you all exit the building. It was jarring to see that on you since you never blushed or showed a lot of emotion on your face.. So yes, maybe one of them snapped a photo.

They're so taking you back here.

tags: @tofumiarchives, @tired-xyra-urstruly @charleskinnie

i don't know how i feel about using korean honorifics when im not even learning the language... like ppl using 'san' or 'senpai' cringes me as someone studying japanese, so like, what if someone who knows korean thinks im weird for using 'nim' or something- FUCK SOMEONE LET ME KNOW

ok now i’m gonna try and write my yokai(?)!mc x huntr/x(?) + saja boys becuz i found some ppl who added cool stuff to my ideas :3

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lotsofluvz · 3 days ago

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ morning surprise ؛ ଓ

synopsis xavier has hinted to you that he wanted to get woken up by you in a different way.

xavier x fem!reader ☆ SMUT ☆ sub!xavier (MDNI!)

tags handjob, blowjob, riding, somno (w/ consent)

note hey luvs, its been more than a week since i last posted so im posting smut to help me get back in my writing grind. enjoy n luv ya! <3

Xavier had asked you if you were okay to try somnophilia with him. He expressed he wanted to know what it is like to wake up with you trying to make him cum. You were down to do it as long as he is willing to do it and you have his consent to do it with him.

It's been days since the talk, and he wondered if you were uncomfortable with the idea despite him giving you his full consent. He let it pass, and the days flew by.

It wasn't that you didn't want to do it; it's more that you wanted to find the right time to do it without the both of you having to worry about time. It was finally a day off, and you decided to give your boyfriend a morning surprise.

You woke up first and stared at his face as he peacefully snored beside you. You slowly dragged your hands along his chest to his thighs. Your hands slowly caressed his cock through his boxers as you pulled his boxers down to reveal his aching cock.

Xavier started to moan as you worked on his cock. You were stroking it lightly as you fastened the pace little by little. As you fasten the pace, you are massaging his balls as you place soft kisses on his thighs. He started to slowly open his eyes as you continued to stroke his cock, earning you breathy moans from his mouth.

He felt a hint of pleasure as he tried to think if this was just a wet dream, as it felt real as he continued to moan. He finally woke up with you between his legs giving him a handjob.

"Ahhhh… baby," he muttered as he tried to compose himself. Once you realized he had woken up, this is where you roughly thrust his cock into your hands, which earned you a surprised moan from his mouth.

"Ughhhhh, baby... Please, slow down," he pleaded while trying not to cum. "Baby, I'm going to cum—" he said, which, in turn, made you suddenly stop stroking him.

"Arghh... baby. Why did you sto—" and before he can finish his sentence, you place his cock into your mouth and slowly suck him.

Your mouth moved up and down through his cock as you slowly quickened the pace. He could only moan as you worked your way on his cock. "Ughhh... baby—please slow down," he pleaded without slowing down the pace.

Soon enough the room was filled with his moans and pleas. You can't get enough of him and his moans. "Baby, I will really cum… Please let me cum… Ahhhh," he said as he gripped his fingers into the sheets. In a few seconds, your throat was coated with his cum as he tried to calm down. He slowly breathes in and out as he catches his breath.

As he saw you move towards him, "Baby, don't sink down yet... I'm still sensitive," he pleaded, but you quickly sank down onto his sensitive cock, earning a loud moan from him.

"Are you okay, baby?" you mockingly asked him as you ride his cock. "Ahhhhh... I'm okay. You can wake up like this anytime," as he tried to match your movement.

You felt him moving his hips upwards as he tried to match your pace. "That's it, baby. Keep thrusting into me," you praised him as you fastened up the pace.

"Uhhhh... I love... when I feel you throb while being inside of me," he said as he grabbed onto your tights and thrust his cock more roughly into you.

You were feeling your climax coming, by which you also felt he was nearing his climax by the way he roughly thrust into you and your insides consumed his cock more.

"Baby, I'm coming. Are you going to cum too?" he asked as you nodded at him. After a few more thrusts, you felt his cum coat your insides while he slowly thrust every last drop of his cum.

The two of you catch your breaths as he pulls you into his chest. "Baby, please stay. Don't pull out; let's just stay like this," he pleaded as you felt his cock throb inside you. "Okay, baby. Let's sleep again," you said as you placed a kiss onto his lips.

Minutes passed by, and the both of you fell asleep again with his cock and cum buried inside of you. Xavier definitely liked this morning surprise and will make it up to you later tonight.

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yumeka-sxf · 12 hours ago

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You know we finally have a Twiyor chapter when I immediately start writing an analysis post 😅

First off, for those of you who read my thoughts on the last chapter, I feel like I kinda predicted what this one was going to be about 👀 (snippet below)

Yor wanting to know Loid's true feelings about the whole marriage arrangement makes the most sense at this point in the story. She already knows how she feels about it - not just in past chapters but she flat out says in this chapter that she wants the marriage to continue forever (and not for the cover-up reasons). And Loid has told her that Anya loves her as a mother...but what about his feelings? When they last had a similar conversation on the park bench, Loid had said that he would like her to continue playing the role of his wife. That was enough for Yor at the time since she simply wanted to know that Loid had no intention of replacing her with Fiona as his wife. But this time is different. She already knows he's fine with her playing the role of his wife and Anya's mother...but is that all he sees in the relationship?

We also have to remember that, unlike Loid, Yor doesn't have to hide her true personality/feelings. Loid has to do this because being cold and calculating makes for a good spy. But while Yor has to keep her identity as Thorn Princess a secret, she doesn't have to create a fake persona for herself or suppress her true feelings. Because of this, we've seen her feelings progress throughout the series: she started out robotic but quickly grew to love the Forgers, eventually realizing in the post-bar date and cooking lesson chapters how happy the family made her, and then resolving to keep fighting to protect them in the cruise arc. This is why she no longer has to visit the "quiet spot" anymore - she used to go there and watch people passing by to remind herself that this is what she's protecting (her country, as part of Garden). But now she doesn't have to because, as she said, being with the Forgers is what's most important to her and gives her all the resolve she needs to continue her Garden work.

Now she's at a point where she acknowledges these feelings but doesn't know what hope there is to hold onto if Loid doesn't reciprocate. If, after all this time, he still only sees her as "the role of his wife" then that indicates their marriage probably won't last. This is why she begins the conversation with asking him how long the marriage will continue.

Looking at Loid's character development in comparison to Yor's, it's obvious that, outside his realization at the end of the mole hunt arc that he's slipping up slightly, he has no understanding of his true feelings or the feelings of those closest to him. He still sees everything from a spy perspective and assumes that, like him, other people always have ulterior motives and he needs to just focus on how things can benefit his mission.

Even when he finally realizes that Yor is trying to tell him that she wants to continue the marriage, the concept of her falling in love with him doesn't occur to him at all. He just assumes her reason is the same as before - keeping the cover-up going, just like him. Interestingly, romantic feelings did occur to him back at their bar date, but then he pushed that thought aside by misinterpreting her kick as a rejection.

Whether that's the reason he's still assuming even now that she couldn't possibly have feelings for him, or whether it's a defense mechanism for himself so he doesn't have to confront such complicated feelings, is hard to say. But it's clear that Loid is one of those people who's amazingly talented and smart when it comes to his job, but is a total idiot when it comes to other things like understanding and sensing human emotions 😅 Even when she directly asks him how he feels about the marriage, he just says he'd appreciate it. His cluelessness is even more apparent in the Japanese version, where a more literal translation of his reply is "that would be helpful to me, too."

But wow, what a bittersweet ending to this chapter. It's still a bit ambiguous whether this arc will continue next time, but I feel like it might considering that Yor's coworkers now think that she's cheating! But whether that will be addressed directly in the next chapter, or whether it will be like Anya's confession to Damian and be saved for later, has yet to be seen. Either way, now that Yor thinks Loid may not have any deeper feelings for her besides their original contract, I wonder how this will change their dynamic going forward?

#spy x family #sxf #spy family #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #twiyor #sxf manga #sxf spoilers #sxf manga spoilers

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mwahgo · 20 hours ago

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DATING A HOT DILF

— DI!Leon Kennedy x Nerd! Fem!Reader (Resident Evil)

: ̗̀➛ Summary: The whole school was shocked that the nerd was dating a hot DILF.

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 1.8k words

: ̗̀➛ Content Tags: Student!reader, older man! Leon, domestic, fluff, shameless flirting, younger gf x older bf trope

Mwahgo's Notes: Made this bcuz of a C.AI bot and i really couldn’t get my thoughts off it. Also, posting this fic for now and I will disappear again. Finals is coming up and I will probably have little to no time to post a fic, so enjoy this for now and thank you for being patient!✨💗

“C-Coming!” You called out while approaching the door. You turned the knob and swung it open, only to be meet by Leon across the door, flowers in hand.

You gasped in surprise as Leon smiles at you, “Hey, baby,” He greeted.

“L-Leon! What are you doing here?” You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Well, I get to have the week off work and y’know, first thing I thought of is visiting you,” He answered.

You blushed at his thoughtfulness. You and Leon have been busy and distant these days. Leon as a DSO officer and working for the White House and you’re busy with college. It’s been a hell week for the both of you—well only you for now, since Leon was able to free himself from the workload.

“O-Oh, come in then,” You encouraged.

As Leon enters, he gave you the flowers as you blushed profusely, “You can sit in the living room, I’ll just put this in a vase,” You said as he nodded in reply.

As you arrange the flowers in the kitchen, Leon went in the living room and almost laughed at the chaotic sight. Books and pens all over the small coffee table, your laptop perched on the side—an essay in progress. Your pens and sticky notes scattered everywhere as the TV is playing some LoFi music. Seeing this sight gave Leon some nostalgia—remembering how he was like this in college and as well as where he is right now. Working as a DSO agent, this routine is either warrant arrests or filling up papers in this office.

He turned when he heard your incoming footsteps as you blushed when Leon was looking at your academic mess, “Sorry, it’s finals week and I need study,” You explained.

He chuckled, shaking his head, “It’s okay, baby. Besides, you know you’ll do good without studying anyways,” He teased as you pouted.

You sat back down on the floor again and continued writing your essay as the soft music played in the background. Leon sat next to you as he just watches you work, knowing that he can’t disturb you while you’re lock in the essay. Keys clicking rapidly filled the atmosphere as Leon grabbed your waist and simply raised you to sit on his lap, “Leon, as much as I want to cuddle—” He cuts you off.

“Just continue working, baby. I just wanna cuddle you,” He said as he nuzzled his nose on your hair.

You sighed, eyes still focused on the bright screen, “Yeah, sorry for working while you’re on your day off. I wish I have some time for you,” You frowned.

He kisses the crown of your head, “It’s fine, just some quality time with you is alright with me,” He assured as he wrapped his biceps around your waist.

Time had passed and with a few clicks, you submitted your essay and sighed in relief as you plopped your back on Leon’s chest, “Finally, done,” You said.

He chuckled deeply before kissing your cheek, “Good job, baby. Knew you could finish it,” He said.

You blushed at his praises as you turned around to proper face him—while still sitting on his lap. His blue eyes stared into yours as your hands ran on his growing stubble, “You planning to grow a beard or what?”

He laughed, “No, just didn’t have the time to shave it,” He answered, “Maybe you can shave it for me?” He asked.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, you might end up with cuts,” He shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. Maybe some day, if we move in together, you can shave my stubble everyday,” He winked as you blushed profusely.

The next day, you woke up from the smell of breakfast and an empty space beside you. As you sat up, you realized Leon must’ve woke up early to make breakfast for the two of you. Smiling to yourself, you got out of bed, slipping in your soft slippers and went to the bathroom to freshen up. After that, you went downstairs to see Leon cooking in the kitchen—shirtless as he flips another waffle. You blushed at the godly sight, his toned back accompanied with old wounds and bruises never failed to amaze you. His muscles ripped and detailed, almost as if he was sculpted by the gods.

“Are you just gonna ogle there or you wanna eat breakfast?” He teased.

You snapped back to reality when he called you out as you blushed in embarrassment, “Sorry, didn’t mean to spy on you like that..” You apologized.

He chuckled while shaking his head, “No worries, at least I know I have this effect on you,” He smirked.

Oh, that stupid, handsome smirk. You wanted to smack it off his face so bad, but you know for sure that he is right and your hand will be caught immediately from how trained he is. You sat the table as Leon served breakfast, your mouth almost watering at the sight. You both ate in silence, often chattering about either his work or some school gossip on your side. Either way, you both enjoyed the silence of being together.

After breakfast, you got up to go shower and get ready for school. The shower was quick as you noticed you’re going to be late for first class as you threw on some casual clothes before grabbing your bag and books. Leon waited for you at the door as you came down the stairs, he looked away from his phone and smiled.

“Good luck on your exams,” He said, “.. Well, you’ll ace that either way,” He grinned.

You shook your head at his antics before kissing his lips. Leon kissed back with love as he wrapped his arms around your waist. After a few more kisses, you pulled away and bid him goodbye before walking out your apartment and made your way to school.

The final bell rang and it was a call that the school day ended. Student started packing their bags as their professors tries to announce that “for those who has failing grades, come see me after class!” but no one really listens as the sea of students piled outside of their classrooms. You were in the middle of putting your notebooks inside when your phone glows open.

Leon <3: I’m here outside, by the parking lot. Brought the bike with me

Your eyes widened in shock, what is he doing in your school and what was he thinking bringing his cool ass motorbike with him? You quickly packed all of your things before rushing out the classroom. You never thought the day could happen, your hot, older boyfriend—who also works for the government and has a cool job with handling guns would go to your school and pick up his young girlfriend, a quiet nerd who keeps everything to herself. Your thoughts ran, this will be everyone’s topic in the coming days if they saw you interacting with a hot man like Leon.

While you were having your crisis, Leon waited patiently outside, leaning on his motorbike. He is checking on his emails as the students pass by and whisper to their friends, “Who is that man?” Those were the words mumbled as they admire him. Leon looks like the cool dad picking up his daughter, a white shirt that fits around his chest and wearing his favorite black leather jacket. He was an eye candy for these students.

As he waited more, he heard some giggles on the side. His eyes trailed over to the noise and it was a group of girls by the stairs, giggling among themselves and pointing towards his direction. Leon can’t lie, he loves the attention but his own attention is only for you as he checks his phone if you ever sent him a message.

He heard some footsteps approaching as he looked up from his phone and saw it was one of those girls giggling on the steps. She has a flirty expression on, twirling her hair and acting shy, “Hi, my friends wanted to know if you’re looking for.. a wife?” She said.

Leon almost furrowed his eyebrows, Am I that old? He thought to himself, “A-Ah no, well, not really in that way…” God, he was awkward when getting flirted on, “Look, I’m not really interested,” He said.

The girl didn’t really listen and now, she’s caressing his motorbike as Leon eyed her suspiciously. He doesn’t really let strangers touch his bike, other than people from work and you only, “This is a really cool motorcycle, must be amazing to be riding it,” She commented, “But.. I would ride something else,” She winked.

Leon almost cringed at the poor attempt of a sexual flirtation, “Y-Yeah, but again. I’m not really interested. I’m dating someone,” He attempted, now confronting the truth.

The girl looked around, as if searching for someone, “Well, your wife doesn’t need to know,” She trailed her finger on his forearm.

He subtly tries to pull away without being rude but before he gets to tell her off, you arrived at the parking lot and you saw Leon talking to this girl. Your eyes widened at the sight and a small pang hits your chest. Leon smiles as he pulls away from the girl and walked up the stairs, meeting you at your spot.

“Ready to go home, baby?” He questioned.

“Wh-What you doing here, Leon?” You asked back.

He chuckled at your obvious question, “Well, I’m here to pick my girlfriend up,” He simply said.

You see the girl’s eyes widened in shock, along with her little group—their mouth agape at the information. Students who were also admiring Leon was wondering, why is this hot man talking to the nerd of the school, “You know everyone is gonna talk about this?” You warned him.

He smirked, “Yeah, what’s wrong about that?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, maybe they’ll be like ‘weird nerd is actually dating a sexy, older man’” You retorted.

He only laughs before leaning down and kissing your lips. You heard a couple of gasps and murmurs erupted as you kissed back. He pulled away from your lips as you blushed, “Then let them talk, baby. Let them that you’re the luckiest girl in campus,” He smirked before grabbing your bag and leading you to the motorbike.

You averted your eyes away from the girl flirting with Leon as he slips the helmet on your head before you climbed behind him, “You could’ve listened when I said I wasn’t interested,” He scolded the girl before starting the bike, the loud roar of the engine echoed as he drove off the school with your arms wrapped around his waist.

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prettyiwa · 20 hours ago

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suo and handholding #43 >:333

hihihi i know you will excel, very excited :3 AND HI ILY

Clear Enough

Relationship: Suo Hayato x Reader Content Tags: Post-Canon, Wound Tending, Suo's surprisingly serious, Reader's tired of living in the opacity of their friendship, Almost/Not Quite Confessions, Profanity Word Count: 1.4k 😭

A/N: I also threw in 33 because why not? (33. bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go. 43. raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly). Writing Warm-Up Game

The shadows outside grow long as the sun continues its descent, evening taking hold while Suo fusses to the left of you. A sliver of guilt eats at you, but it’s buried entirely by the discomfort of him having been the one in the area to respond. Even as he takes your hand in his, busted and sore and in need of the attention he seemed so eager to give, you can’t look at him.

“Who taught you how to throw a punch?” His tone is conversational, words weaved behind his genial mask, though you think there’s something pressing behind his query.

Throwing a glance in his direction, you find him without his smirk, his eye clouded with some unknown emotion in the brief second it meets yours before dropping to your knuckles.

“That’s what you wanted to ask?” If anything, you thought he’d ask why, especially since he jumped in and got his hands dirty to prevent you from taking the next punch thrown.

“What would I ask instead?” Suo’s hair falls in his face, swaying as he moves his head.

He dabs a sanitary wipe on the broken skin, making it sting, pulling a light hiss from you as you suck in a breath. That mask falters, the barest grimace pulling down the line of his mouth as his chin dimples ever so slightly. A moment passes, then the mask returns, his expression growing smooth.

“I don’t know,” you say, the words laced with exasperation, allowing him to smile, however disingenuous. “Maybe why I punched some guy to begin with?”

He looks up, his smile still there, the one he uses to hide what he’s thinking. His eye lingers on you, studying your face in that way that’s always made you feel unnervingly seen. (Unnervingly because you never know what he’s thinking, never aware of what conclusions he draws). There’s another sting as the wipe presses against the open skin once more and his gaze drops to your hand when you clench your fingers around his.

“Does it matter?”

“I mean… considering you stepped in for me, maybe? Don’t you care about why you got into a fight today?”

There’s a thundering in your chest, pounding in your ears in a way that not even your adrenaline-fueled confrontation managed. He waits a minute, intent on your hand, and you wonder whether he can hear it himself.

“I know why I got into a fight today. Do you?” There’s something weighted to his question, something more to what he’s asking, something that makes you squirm.

It’s never been fun when he gets like this, intentions obfuscated unnecessarily. Perhaps if he came out and said what he’s thinking, you’d be inclined to answer him. You bite your tongue and ignore the heat of his stare until he shifts, grabbing the cotton swabs with antibiotic ointment, never releasing your hand as he does so. Only after he starts dabbing the skin does he speak again.

“Oh? I answer your questions, but you can’t answer mine?”

“I never like your questions.” They’re always so pointed, digging at things you’d rather went unsaid. Asking to reveal things of yourself while he remains as elusive as ever.

He simply hums, the sound piquing your curiosity enough to pull your focus back to his face. The smirk is gone, his mouth turned into a frown.

Shit. Is he really bothered by that?

With a sigh, you acquiesce. “Fine. I’ll answer one of your questions.”

Suo’s smile is too quick, leaving you feeling like a mouse caught in a trap. (Fuck). “How about the first one?”

“Which was that?” A bit petulant, perhaps, but he deserves it for the move he just pulled.

He finishes, cotton swab held firmly between the fingers of his right hand as he watches you carefully, picking you apart before enunciating each word. “Who taught you how to punch?”

When you sigh, it carries the weight of the answer you didn’t give before, appeasing him enough to put down the swab and reach for the bandages, releasing your hand.

“Sakura.”

The way he pauses makes you think your answer comes as a surprise. “Sakura?”

(The lift to his question certainly would suggest it to be a surprise).

You can’t help but smile, satisfied with the genuine expression of astonishment—he’s never been able to fabricate the genuine article in any of his acts. “You sound so surprised.”

“How did that happen?”

As he wraps your hand, movements sure and practiced, you’re taken back to all the times it was you patching up Bofurin boys instead, Suo never among them.

“I asked him.”

“Didn’t realize you two were so close.”

“Do I need to be close to him to learn how to deck someone? Besides, I’ve technically known Sakura longer than you.” Both longer than Suo’s known him, and longer than you’ve known Suo. (By a day, but fuck it. You’re already being a little petty).

“I would’ve taught you.”

Why does he sound so… ?

“Didn’t think you would’ve wanted to.” Suo’s never been happy with your proximity to any fights, always stepping in and handling it before anyone could so much as say anything threatening to you. Sakura, at least, always tried to let you handle things on your own before it was too late. He just seemed the more accessible choice.

Suo finishes, the fingers of his left hand tapping against your bandaged palm before he adjusts his hold, your palms locking together as his fingers gently wrap around the base of your hand. You aren’t expecting it when he leans in slightly, commanding your attention with his singular focus. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”

Your throat seizes and it feels like he’s trying to pull the truth from you as he’s always done, leaving you frayed. This back and forth, not knowing where you actually stand with him while he toys with you…

“I dunno. Sometimes I just…” The words get caught on your tongue, your lips moving without any sound coming out, a knot forming behind your sternum.

“You just?” When he tilts his head, his earrings sway, giving you something to look at instead of maintaining eye contact.

“Never mind.”

Suo pulls on your hand, dragging it closer to him in a silent bid for your attention. “Tell me.”

With your exhale, a decidedly pathetic sound, he leans closer. “Sometimes you leave me wondering what you want from me. And… sometimes it makes it difficult to be around you.”

He pulls back slightly, relieving you from the intensity of his stare, turning to the side. “I see.” He turns back to you, eye closed, making him look deceptively serene despite the minute energy that buzzes off him, transferring where he touches your hand. When he smiles, it’s different from before, softer than most you’ve seen from him. After a beat, he looks at you again, and that’s softer, too. “Aren’t you being silly?”

Suo’s smile widens when you click your tongue at him, rewarding him with a half-hearted glare as that knot tightens. “I’m being silly? For what? Never knowing when you’re being flippant or genuine?”

“You know me better than you think. I’ve been exceedingly obvious.”

The roll of your eyes comes on your sigh, annoyance and disbelief mingling in your gut, churning into something that feels uncomfortably close to a revelation. Honestly, you’d rather not get your hopes up again. “Have you now?”

“You still doubt me?”

There’s a light in his eye, a tiny spark of mischief that keeps you from looking away. Pulling on your hand once more, he lifts it as he brings it close. Your inhale gets stuck in the back of your throat, the rapid-fire of your heart seemingly stopping altogether as you watch him bring your hand to his lips. His eye closes and you feel the brush of his breath on your fingers before he presses a light kiss to your freshly bandaged knuckles, lips lingering. Before he pulls away, he open his eye, leaving himself open in a way he’s never done before.

It frightens you if only because you’re still worried that he’ll pull away entirely, always experiencing your friendship through an opaque lens.

“Is that clear enough?”

It should be. For Suo, it essentially is, actions always speaking louder than his words. But you can’t help yourself when you say, words escaping on your wispy exhale, “Not even a little.”

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tehrevving · 3 days ago

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Vincent Buys Condoms: A Chaos Theory Interlude

Was gonna post this later but ya'll can have a treat for the 4th of July even though I don't celebrate lol.

Some of you might remember that I filled a request for Vincent buying condoms ages ago. I had a lot of fun with it but it was my first time writing from his pov and not my best work lol. I always intended to eventually improve it and make it more of a standalone part of Chaos Theory once I was more comfortable writing his pov. So now that I'm seriously considering the sequel, here it is!

I would highly recommend you give this a go even if you've read the original, cause I've made a lot of changes. This one is much more explicit 😉

This is set after chapter 17 of Chaos Theory and contains spoilers and mature sexual content. Enjoy!

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It is frustratingly late by the time Cid finally relents, giving up bickering over the route to the northern continent. The man's insistence on having the last word, coupled with his general arrogance had meant the entire discussion became an endeavour in patience that Vincent hadn't wanted to deal with. Eventually he had just walked out, jumping from of the cockpit while Cid continued to bark at the back of his head. Vincent doesn't care, he has things to do, well, he has one thing he needs to do before departure that he's absolutely dreading.

He can't stop thinking about last night, the disjointed erotic scenes of it replaying over and over in his mind since the radio turned to static this morning. Everything had moved so fast and the press of your teeth to his throat had prevented him from being able to think straight. He hadn't planned on taking his clothes off, but he hadn't been able to say no to your begging, kiss swollen lips. Your hands had felt otherworldly, warm, comforting and sinful against his bare flesh, and he'd wanted more. He had wanted to give you everything, even as his monsters simmered in wait underneath his skin. He had been handling it, everything had been fine, but then you'd soaked his chest and turned him into a beast.

He still doesn't understand why that happened, how it happened. He doesn't know why you react so strongly to his physical presence. It doesn't make sense. Never in his new life has he ever been given any indication that his touch elicits a supernatural reaction, although you are the only one he has held with his own free will. His body is disgusting, not fit to give or receive pleasure, but you'd taken it from him anyway, screaming and begging for something he never could have envisioned.

A shudder, hot and tingling drips down his spine from the memory, from the echo of your voice in his head. You had been delirious with pleasure and want, confused and uncertain but trusting him, crying out for him and no one else. You had been incoherent, mindless, but only his name had slipped broken from your lips. His body grows warm as the harsh beat of the coastal sun threatens to undo him.

He had almost lost control, in some ways he had, and it's just not good enough. He had been far too close to giving in. Somehow, spurred on by your cries he'd ended up with the head of his cock rubbing at the bare, scorching heat of your folds. You had been so wet, dripping while your body tried recklessly to pull him inside. You had begged for him, verbally, desperately, your wants impossibly clear. He had only been able to resist because of the lingering discomfort from how you had used his chest. Next time he knows he won't be able to.

You make him lose control, slicing a million shallow cuts to the fraying ropes that keep his control in check. He should hate what you do to him, he wants to hate it, instead he just craves it. He wants to give in, wants you to keep slicing. He needs for you to cut the noose taught around his neck and drag soft fingers through the secrets hidden among the viscera of his empty chest.

He inhales the hot air, overheated, struggling to clear his head as he reaches his destination. He doesn't have any idea how to handle your eagerness, but he needs to be prepared. He remembers the flippant way you had previously mentioned having a materia, but a single mention is not enough. He refuses to make assumptions or take unnecessary risk. He trusts you, somehow, but he has been tricked before. He blinks suddenly to clear his head, it is a disservice to compare you to her, he understands that, no matter how difficult it may be, so he is not going to. You are sweet and bold, reckless, so he must be the one with a clear head.

He stares at the shop sign with distaste and sighs, gathering his composure. He needs to do this, it's non negotiable. He allows some of the intrusive thoughts inside, just for a moment, trying to use their hiss of doubt to steel his discomfort. He needs to do this because he does not deserve to feel the bare pleasure and warmth of another so intimately. He needs this because he will almost certainly be a disappointment, losing himself the moment he slips inside, at least with a barrier he might stand half a chance.

The automatic doors shudder, blasting Vincent with a wave of refreshingly cool air. He steps inside, cloak swishing in the breeze, cringing internally as something beeps loudly, announcing his presence. He takes in the store and the wide eyed stare of the woman behind the counter. He tries to relax his shoulders and adjust his body language, he doesn't want to be perceived as a threat.

“E-excuse me Sir,” she stammers, managing to find her voice half way through, transitioning smoothly into a clearly practised spiel. “Can I help you with anything?”

“No,” Vincent replies dismissively, walking straight past her. He dislikes being rude, but he will not see her again and does not have the time or patience to make small talk, or discuss intimate matters with a stranger.

The pharmacy is larger than he expected, rows of aisles labelled haphazardly with the ridiculous standard font of this era. The typeface is looping, slanted oddly and frustrating to understand at a glance. He squints at the words, eventually finding what he's looking for, a single, nondescript aisle labelled 'family planning.' His brow furrows with the disgust he feels for the term.

There is so much more choice than he had expected and his eyes glaze over an overwhelmingly large assortment of boxes and unfamiliar brands. He sighs, he'd hoped this would be straight forward. He remembers what he used to use, in a past life far too long ago, but of course that appears to no longer exist. He allows a brief moment of silence for the last box he purchased, still sitting in a drawer at the Shinra manor, unopened and likely more than 20 years out of date.

He scans the aisle, surprised and concerned at the assortment, endless bright packaging catching his eye. He tilts his head at a box labelled, flavoured, and wonders for a brief moment if you might prefer for him to taste like—his lip curls with distaste—banana or strawberry. Definitely not.

He searches the next row, finding a plain box that looks promising until he notices the fine print, extra lubricated. He can't help a small smirk from forming underneath his cowl. While he may end up choosing those, that benefit will certainly not be required. It is a relief to only need to be concerned about the opposite problem, and it is not a problem because he is more than happy to use his tongue to remove any excess if you end up too slippery. He forces his attention back to the aisle. He needs to focus. There isn't enough time for him to be distracted by thoughts of your taste. He pictures your legs squeezing his shoulders, frantic hands pulling at his hair while salty-sweetness coats his lips and drips from his wrist. He stills himself, continuing that train of thought is far too dangerous.

There are multiple boxes advertising patterns, bright text boasting that they are, ribbed for her pleasure. His brow furrows, he is unfamiliar with those. Would that actually be pleasurable for a woman? He’s not sure. He does not think he would like texture inside of himself, but you had seemed to enjoy his glove last night. Maybe there is some merit. He considers the purchase for a moment but then comes to his senses. He is perfectly capable of pleasing you without any external aid, and does not ever intend to imply otherwise.

The next shelf is full of larger boxes with much more discrete packaging. The text is small, advertising insertable, vibrating objects and textured rings. He is curious but the packaging is non descriptive. Are the rings for him to wear? He's not sure what purpose that might serve or what benefit it might bestow. It is strange that all of this debauchery is out in the open, visible at a normal pharmacy. He expected for there to be the barest of selection, but instead this aisle could easily compare to a speciality store. He wonders if the world is just like this now, or if it is just because he is in a resort town.

Vincent keeps looking, eyes glazing past words like, ‘tingling,’ ‘long lasting’, and ‘minty.’ It is good that there is choice, but this is so much more difficult than it used to be. He sighs, modern people truly are degenerates. Finally, right at the bottom, where he has to bend at the knees to inspect them, he finally finds the regular ones. He selects a smaller sized box advertising a reasonable amount of lubrication and a larger than average length. That will do. This has all already wasted too much time.

He walks to the counter, purpose in his step. He just wants to get out of here. He pauses for a moment at the end of one of the aisle, an assortment of breath mints catching his attention. Cid had been making a not so subtle dig at his hygiene this morning when he had offered gum, but now Vincent considers that the man may have had a point. While he doesn't really need to brush his teeth, if he is going to be kissing regularly, he may need to make some changes. He observes the packaging, trying to match the colours with what he had seen Cid pull from his pocket, that single piece this morning had been far more enjoyable than he'd expected.

Vincent picks up the closest match he finds and heads to the counter. The same woman that had stared earlier gives him an extremely funny look as she rings up his purchase. He forgives her, he probably does look ridiculous, an inhuman monster purchasing condoms. Her eyes narrow when he pays with cash instead of the strange plastic cards that everyone now seems to use. She struggles to count the change for him, not able to do the arithmetic or recognise the coins. Vincent sighs, the world truly has gotten worse in his absence.

He walks back to the Bronco, squinting in the sunlight while his new purchases weigh heavy in the pocket just behind his gun holster. The light is harsher now and he can feel it burning the pale skin of his face. He disappears as much as he can into his cowl, still uncomfortable being outside.

Vincent spots Barret as he turns the corner to the dock and sighs when the large man beckons him over. He's tempted to just keep walking but he can sense the malice in the man's gaze, hidden behind dark sunglasses.

“If you hurt her,” Barret grunts, gesturing towards the plane with his head. “I’ll shoot you.”

The man is clearly extremely serious.

“Noted,” Vincent replies.

He appreciates Barret’s protectiveness even if it makes him want to lash out. The mere insinuation that he might hurt you incites his monsters to fury, even when he knows they cannot be trusted. He will always put your needs and wants above his own, no matter how much of a struggle it may be for him.

Barret dismisses him with a wave of his gun arm and Vincent quickly walks away, thankful the conversation had not been excessively painful.

He heads down to the dock, spying you immediately, standing underneath one of the plane's broken wings and speaking animatedly with Aerith. You are even prettier today than yesterday, eyes bright and clear. Vincent can see the pleasure he gave you last night in the relaxed set to your shoulders, and the slight twitch of your thighs as you shift your weight. He's filled with a selfish pride, knowing how much he affected you but it's quickly replaced with regret. He had wanted to stay to keep you company in the morning. It is almost unforgivable to leave someone you care about to wake up alone after such an intense night.

Your face visibly lights up when you catch sight of him, waving as you walk closer. You stop just in front of him, looking up with those sweet eyes and a soft smile. He wants to pull you into his arms and hear the cute squeak he knows you would let out, but stops himself. His shoulders relax, lingering tension and frustration over the morning leaving now that he's close to you. All he needs to do now is wait until the plane is ready to depart, and brooding in wait is one of his favourite past times, was one of his favourite past times. He's gotten much less out of it recently, ever since his thoughts became filled with endless curiosity over how loudly he might be able to make you cry his name.

“Can you help Aerith and I reach something?” you ask, voice sweet and hopeful before trailing off. “We’re both too short,” you pout.

He nods, hiding a small smile behind his cowl, though he's sure you see through his hidden expression. The apprehensive way that you ask him for things is cute, like you expect him to say no. He would never deny you anything.

“Thanks,” you smile, turning with a wave of your hand, asking him to follow. He falls into step behind you, immediately distracted by the sway of your hips and the curve of your ass. He tries not to stare but quickly gives in. He finds frustration with this part of himself, how his attraction starts from nothing but then becomes overwhelming and difficult to resist. He wonders idly if you even realise how much you affect him.

He doesn't know how he's going to get you alone tonight, or manage to spend long enough with you for it to be meaningful. He does not want to have to disappear before the morning again, you deserve so much more than a cold bed. He sighs, stepping closer to the plane, wondering what sort of commotion he will need to stage later in order to get you alone.

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yallthemwitches · 2 days ago

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may i request a jily ficlet for national kissing day? you can take it in any direction you want but it’s like you said on twitter it’s their holiday

Better late than never? At first I really wanted to write some sweeping romantic kiss--then something got the better of me and this came out. It's still a kiss! (And many many more that happen off screen)

“Everyone make way! The honourable head boy is rewarding us common folk with his presence!”

Sirius stands up and gives a deep bow which makes a group of students nearby laugh. James slumps into his seat, budging up against Remus.

“Can you give it a break, Pads? Miserable business, being Head Boy. It’s been ten minutes and I’ve already had to fish a first year out of the lake.”

“Is that why you smell like wet socks?” Peter says, wrinkling his nose.

“Wait until one of them wets the bed,” Sirius adds with a snigger. “Better brush up on your homemaking charms, Prongs. You’re about to be a proper babysitter.”

All the boys laugh while James continues to wither in his seat. He shovels a heaping amount of stew into his bowl and looks into it with a deep sigh.

“Really mate, I don’t know why you don’t just go and ask to quit,” Sirius continues. “Better yet, I can think of a few ways we can get you sacked—”

“Nah, it's fine,” James says, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. “ It’s not so bad–I’ve had worse jobs.”

“Worse jobs? Worse jobs?” Sirius repeats, aghast. “Did you hit your head on the way to the Great Hall? You’ve been whinging about having this post since the day the owl arrived.”

“Well, I’ve changed my mind.”

Sirius looks at James like he's grown tentacles.

“Mate, what in great Merlin’s fucking name has gotten into you—”

“Potter!”

They all turn. Lily stands behind them with her Head Girl badge pinned neatly to the front of her robes.

“You have to come see the Heads’ office,” she squeals, barely containing excitement. “It even comes with its own private bath!”

She smiles brightly, her eyes gleaming from the candles that float above her head. Without warning she swoops down and wraps her arms around James’s neck, giving him a lingering kiss on the jaw.

“There’s a sofa there too I’d like to show you.”

She punctuates her words with another kiss to his temple before straightening up, walking away slowly with a sway of her hips.

“You coming, baby?”

James flushes, his eyes going wide. A grin explodes across his face. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

He quickly shovels a few bites of stew into his mouth before jumping up out of his seat, his chest rising and falling like he’s just won the World Cup.

“Well lads, duty calls!”

The boys continue to stare after Lily and James leave, their mouths all wide open.

“What just happened?” Peter squeaks. Stew drips off the spoon that hovers near his face, forgotten. “I think–” Remus sighs, pressing fingers to his temples, “I think Dumbledore just gifted the world's most prestigious shag den to our mate—that’s what’s happened.”

#And then all the boys are scared to ever use the sofa #jily #tay speaks #james potter #lily evans #I love when they are freaks and obsessed with each other

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epiphainie · 1 day ago

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I've read many Tommy takes care of Buck post-funeral fics (because I needed that to feel comforted after the fact) but I'd kind of like to see something like you said actually, like Tommy removing himself from Buck's life more

good for you! i'm always a defender of multiple writing choices all can be in character (especially for a show like weewoo where the characterization is an ongoing process) so i'm not saying one is right lol, especially for fanfic, you can do whatever you want forever!! sure tommy would comfort buck if that's what the story needs. it's just personally very boring to me lmao hdjsndk especially in this way where their relationship gets secularized away from buck's other dynamics bc i just don't see or like tommy as an exception in buck's life, if anything, i love his flaws in how he treats buck the most because it mirrors so much of what buck's experienced all his life from everyone, from his failed relationships, family, friends, found family, so he can be a great narrative tool for buck to finally have that emotional snap.

like there's something poetic about tommy entering buck's life as this display of what he should've had in a romantic relationship all this time, someone who makes him learn something about himself, someone who makes him feel safe, someone who fits in with all the other people in his life who make him feel safe day-in and day-out, but then the surface gets scratched once and tommy also falls into the pattern of treating buck like he knows what buck feels/wants/is doing better than buck himself. doesn't take his sincerity seriously and projects his own insecurities on him and makes him feel unsure. just what feels solid under buck's feet immediately becoming shaky ground once more where buck just doesn't know what to expect from the other side.

that's why i think tommy going no-contact and keeping buck in that uncertain place could be a great drive for buck to reach that snap of "i'm tired of everyone treating me like this" better than any other character. your best friends and your family where you're basically the youngest brother and with whom you're entangled so deeply is kind of easier to forgive and forget, revert to the safe space with only an acknowledgement of what happened. but a romantic partner of six months who already left you once is like what do i have to lose? like it's great breeding ground for buck's frustration imo bc this could be everything if they figure it out but also it is not everything yet where he's okay to mutually move on from their grievances like a family does with each other. it's like the best way tommy can serve buck's story.

and like i said, i think it would be very tommy to be like yeah i don't belong in this place after the funeral and seeing firefam together, taking that feeling with him and keeping himself away bc of a mix of guilt over pushing away the opportunity to belong in with them in the first place and his continued stubbornness that despite what buck says or does, tommy knows what he means better. it could work. god give me power to write smth 🙏

#mimi talks #911posting #bucktommy

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galaxylibellawrites · 1 day ago

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Toxic Friend Group angst fics for date everything Idea

You are allowed to use this idea I don’t mind! Just tag me if you write it!!! and credit me! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

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Also I made these all in a whim...so bear with me if the storylines for these ideas seem a bit wonky. This idea is angst, has hurt/comfort and hurt/no comfort also this is not proofread.

Toxic Friend Group (TW; Toxic friends, Slut shaming, just toxicity all over it, manipulation/forms of it, depression symptoms?)

After the Player gets all objects realized I’d like to believe that they “move on” (in a nonnegative way. They get a job, maybe some friends from work or other places that later forms a friend group.

This friend group could be toxic or slowly turn toxic, but in the end they end up being toxic. They become this way(or were this way) because they had some form of connection with the realized objects whether it was an situationship, fling, ex or even one sided crush. Maybe each friend is a different level of toxic, like there is the envious type, the other type that likes to leave little passive aggressive comments, The controlling type, maybe a drama centered type that keeps bringing you into drama you didn't ask for (like for example maybe one of their friend slept with their s/o now their taking you to go fight their s/o).

Give or take, the player gets accustomed to these toxic traits of their friend groups, maybe some of the objects warns them because they see alarming behavior from your friend group

Your friends slowly start telling you that they are busy with work, or with family. The first couple of times wouldn't be anything to worry about but after some point it just starts getting suspicious.

Here's two options for how you find out about their problematic behavior:

Option A: Your whole friend group are posting on their socials hanging out together without you, with happy expressions plastered on them. I also want to add that they would make sneaky posts where they talk crap about you without saying your name out loud. They definitely have a separate group chat without you, where they gather more dirt on you and general info to see why you had so many partners and anything shameful, and reputation ruining secrets they can use against you.

Option B: Your Coworkers eyeing you at work, some of those looks have pity, or disgust, others with curiosity behind them. Which makes you nervous because you usually are a neutral to good terms with your coworkers. Maybe one of the kind older coworker pulls you aside to tell you that your some(or all) of your friends were spreading rumors about you being a slut with all these romantic relations you have with the objects. That you were this greedy person who manipulated your partners into staying near you and only you.

Maybe even spreading how you've become "toxic", like using THEIR toxic traits and saying that you are doing all of this.

Here's some options for player and what happens:

This causes you to begin to get insecure about your relationships, You begin to distance yourself with the objects. Either you continue distancing yourself or another option is your envious friend groups continues to isolate you from the others so they know you're not a threat. Slowly convincing you to leave these relationships little by little, or making you full on move out of your house to a completely different state/country + having you change phone numbers (This one is a bit more extreme).

Another more extreme one is they find dirt on you to use against you adding on to the fact they can use this to make you cut off your s/os, maybe do some of their bidding like letting them know more info on a specific realized object(s) that they have their affections on.

A less extreme one is you struggle a bit doing daily tasks, because of these insecurities maybe you start not brushing your teeth, not wanting to pick up the trash you left on the floor. You find yourself trapped in a same cycled void of doing the same thing every day.

Another extreme idea is where your friend group makes a story time about you expect they lie. They lie so convincingly, that it goes viral and people begin to ask who this toxic friend and why they haven't drop them. or some commenters say to name drop them (where if they do, you end up getting doxed and maybe become a lolcow or something)

Now for the less extreme and more positive one is where the objects help you realize that they were all toxic and not worth being around. Maybe you quit your job and get a new one, block their numbers and avoid them. (and of course they talk shit about you on their socials)

Options for endings:

Hurt/No comfort Ending 1: Your friend succeeded in you cutting contact/leaving with multiple of your s/os(or specific ones they wanted to get with). I know they would be gleefully excited that you actually listened to them. You have to silently watch (in person/on social media) them still trying to get with some of your s/os while a piece of you dies inside.

Good Ending 2: You cut off your friends, realizing that they were all toxic friends that hated you with every fiber of their being. So you respectfully cut them all off from your life. (which is good, we love cutting off bad apples in our lives!) Maybe you joke about it with your s/os about your ex toxic friend groups embarrassing ways they tried flirting or attempting to hookup/pick up them. And you all have a good laugh about it.

Hurt/comfort Ending 3: Your friends succeeded in isolating you and making you avoid contact. But it doesn't last long because you're feeling conflicted, and meet (object of your choosing) who was worried for you like the rest of them since you have been avoiding them all. You'll realize how horrible your friends are, and chew them out for being fake ass bitches and trying to spread lies and slander about you.

lolcow Ending 4: You become an infamous lolcow, because of your toxic friends. Now you get doxed constantly, bullied by the internet (they bully your looks, shame you for your many s/os) and your "fans" try justify their actions to other people by telling them you were a toxic friend. Your life is a bust, your unemployed, homeless and get bullied by the internet, and people record you like your some sacred animal spotted in the wild. Now your begging on TikTok live for gifts, or making a crash out post how your not a lolcow (You also have your own reddit page, r/playerchu)

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I oddly love this idea, this was fun to think about! My brain is both overflowing with ideas but also empty __φ(．．) Next plot idea will be about stalker! Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little thing I made, and have a great day!

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airas-story · 2 days ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3645652

Prompt open! Whooo!

First I want to ask if you're still continuing this? I really loved this series! Who am I kidding I love all your work! Thank you for helping keeping the fandom alive 💜

I have 2 prompts actually, you can choose whichever you like 🥰

1 - a snippet of continuation if that's possible?

2 - just a snippet of what if it was only Tony who was returned to the past. And him just wanting to get a glimpse of Stephen of the present (still a doctor with no idea of their million lives). It's up to you if you want them to meet or not but Tony POV please (Tony sorry for doing this to you bb 😭🤣)

Haha. I do fully plan on continuing all of my works in progress, no matter how long it has been. But there are just a lot of them and my brain has focus issues. I am forever impressed by people who start and finish something straight out. However, if I did that I'd never post anything and that'd make me sad, so alas, readers have to suffer my inconsistency. As for the prompts, I think i've decided I'm willing to do snippets of missing scenes, etc. for published/ongoing stories, but not just random continuations becaues that makes me feel blocked in when writing for that story in the future.

As for prompt two, I did fill it, but just for future reference, I don't want to create a whole AU of a story I'm already writing, unless under specific circumstances (that being the muse). I'm fine with an individual prompt, but I just don't want it to become a series. And now, with an answer longer than the fill itself... I present the actual fill:

“You are not supposed to be here,” came the voice behind him.

Tony glanced over as a woman took the seat next to him. “You must be the Ancient One.” She certainly fit the vibe Tony had picked up from all the times Stephen had described her. “Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?”

She arched an eyebrow. “Your presence here in the past? Or your presence here in this cafe, three tables away from a man who doesn’t know who you are?”

Wow. Tony felt called out. “Technically, he absolutely knows who I am. I’m Tony Stark, and I kind of saved New York like… a week ago.” He looked over at Stephen who was getting a quick meal with Christine post-hospital shift. He looked… happy.

Tony had wanted to see that.

“Will you be approaching him?” the Ancient One asked, tone telling Tony nothing about what she thought of that. Though Tony had suspicions. He doubted she wanted him interfering in Stephen’s life.

“No,” Tony said finally. He wanted to. But this Stephen… He didn’t know Tony. Hadn’t shared millions of lives with him. Most certainly hadn’t fallen in love with him. “He’s got his own path. I just… wanted to know he was happy. I’ll be keeping my distance, after this. Better for my own sanity. I’ve got six years to fix the world.” He looked over at the Ancient One. “I don’t suppose you feel like helping?”

He’d do it alone if he had to…

He’d just rather not have to.

#ironstrange #tony stark #stephen strange #ancient one #fic #snippet

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ao3commentoftheday · 24 hours ago

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Any tips for someone feeling discouraged by a lack of support on WIPs? I’m writing a fairly long fic but I’ve been only updating ~once a year because I have very limited energy between bad mental/physical health and academics, but when I do post, I get basically zero hits, kudos, or comments. I feel like people value the work less the longer it takes and honestly it’s discouraging me from even writing for myself anymore because I feel like folks just hate my writing. Any advice on how to start writing for myself again and get my confidence back?

*hugs* oh anon. that sounds exhausting 💗

when you've got a lot going outside of fandom, the energy that you spend in fandom should ideally lift you up not drag you down.

I think the reception to your work isn't about the work itself, and it's certainly not about you personally. There are a few possible explanations.

For example, long-term WIPs often end up in Marked For Later lists or subscription boxes for people to come back to when they're complete.

Another strong possibility is that some of the people who were reading it at the start have left the fandom in the meanwhile and aren't reading any fic for it, not just yours. The longer ago your work started, the larger percentage there will be who have left.

With those explanations out of the way, however, let's address the actual problem you've outlined. The (lack of) reception you get when you post is discouraging you from writing, making you hate your writing, and ruining your confidence.

If any other activity made you feel that way, I'd encourage you to stop that activity so i'm going to make that same recommendation for this. Posting this work is making you feel like shit, so stop posting it.

That doesn't mean you should stop writing it, however. If it's a story you find joy in writing then by all means continue! But if the story feels like a burden right now, then it might be a good idea to put it aside for a while.

Energy is a precious resource for you, so you need to spend it in ways that make sense. You're already spending a lot on your mental health, physical health, and academics so if you're also spending more than you're getting back from your hobbies, you're going to burn yourself out completely.

If you want to write for yourself, I think a good first step is to look inside yourself and think of what story you'd write if you weren't going to post it anywhere. Then write that story and don't post it. Separate the joy you get from writing and the joy you get from comments and kudos. They're both wonderful, but if you tie them up into each other it can get really bad in your brain when the comments don't come.

I'm also going to recommend that you read Rehab for Writing Injuries. It's a tumblr post someone shared with me a while ago and I think it's a good one to go back to sometimes.

Take care of yourself, anon. And I hope you find the joy in writing again.

#asks and answers

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laneboyheathens · 3 days ago

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Melshian Fic Recs (1/?)

After some frustrations and negativity the other day, I wanted to highlight some fics by the amazing authors in our fan community. Real people who put their heart, soul and care into their creations, they deserve all the recognition, comments and kudos! I hope to make this a semi-regular occurrence as the ship tag steadily grows <3

Nowhere Left to Run - 7K M

I always enjoy @jiroxy 's mission fics, 'Nowhere Left' particularly has some excellent Cassian whump, with BAMF Melshi and some very tender comfort between the two of them. You should also check out their other fics while you're there!

I'll be looking at the moon(s), but I'll be seeing you - 6K M

A beautifully written Time Loop fic! Such a great concept that kept me guessing what the dynamic between them was right up until the end. A lovingly crafted portrait of these two characters <3

Stay the Course ‘til We're Out Of Time - 7K E 2/9 WIP

I've been really loving @crown-and-stallion 's fic so far, the first two chapters really are every head canon I love about Melshi and the relationship he has with Cassian is written with so much care. I can't wait so see where they take this next! Criminally underrated!

Resuscitation - 1.8K T

A continuation of @uwingmech's The Great Wide Sea in a Galaxy where humans can shapeshift. I adore how Cassian and Melshi's animal forms are a reflection of their characters, the nature of thought and emotion and the intensification of those when experienced through a pure animal brain. Sukie made me feel all of the emotions with this one and I adore her writing always <3

A Soft Place to Land - 3.9K M

Friends to lovers. Ten gorgeous vignettes of Cassian and Melshi and what their life looks like on Yavin. This one makes me a little weak at the knees.

863 Games - 9.9K T

Snapshots of life in the jungle yurt though the exploration of just some of their many, many, games of rianza. I felt so honoured to have @thevalleyisjolly gift this one to me, their fics are always so beautifully crafted and funny and emotionally wrecking all at once. I love how Cassian and Melshi look out for one another and get each other through the tough times while also being silly drunk menaces.

Subsection SergeantDroidCaptian

Curiosity - 2K E

Established Cassian/Melshi and K2 joins them. What an absolute delight this fic by @creature-song is! I wish to study K2 under a microscope like a bug (which is, consequently, how he is treating his data collection of Cassian and Melshi...). K2 being a menace, Cassian being a freak, Melshi just along for the ride. I LOVE this dynamic *nodding fervently*.

Living Arrangements 2K E

Established DroidCaptain working together to give Melshi a good time. Always a delight when @elwenyere cooks up something delicious for us and this fic is no exception! Kay once again being a menace, Cassian being a voyeur, Melshi's back pain being treated in an extremely dubious manner. HOT!

Subsection "And Breathe" - 139K G-M

Regularly scheduled yelling at you to read this incredible series. It's got RebelCaptian! It's got Melshian! It's got JynMelshian! The sixteenth instalment was just recently posted and if you haven't checked it out before you are in for one hell of a ride! Jyn, Cassian and Melshi's characterisations are everything to me and Taste_is_Sweet never fails to put me through the emotional wringer every single time <3

Now go forth and leave kudos and comments! I can't wait to see what you all create in the future! (and my dms are always open for if you need a personal cheerleader in your melshian fic endeavours!)

(I have tried to tag peoples tumblrs where I can, if you are on this list and not tagged let me know and I can edit the post)

#melshian #ruescott melshi #cassian andor #andor #fic rec #andor season 2 #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #k2so #jyn erso #jynmelshian #sergeantdroidcaptain #cassian x melshi #I love you all so much and the wonderful things you make!#support fan creation!#support fanfic writers #anti ai #fuck ai

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silenzahra · 10 hours ago

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Changes

Hello everyone. This is mostly gonna be an informative post about the immediate future of this account. It's gonna be long, so it's totally fine if you'd rather skip it.

You may have noticed that I've been away from Tumblr for the last few weeks. I'd rather not get into detail about the reasons that led me to make that decision, but despite me doing much better than the last time I dropped by, the thing is that something has changed.

This account is gonna remain mostly inactive. I have notifs, DMs and comments to respond to and I shall get to them at my own time, but I'll hardly reblog any more stuff from now on. Maybe just once a week or something like that, and without getting into much detail, definitely not like I used to reblog stuff in the past. This is absolutely nothing personal, but something that I've noticed recently.

I need a break from the Mario franchise.

You may recall me mentioning that I've been going through a terrible writer's block that made me fear that I'd never be able to write again. It took me about a month, but I ended up realizing that my problem was that I couldn't connect with the Mario characters again. As a writer, I can usually hear them talking in my head, or simply their thoughts, emotions and fears, and that's usually how I'm able to find the words to write them in my fics. But, ever since I wrote Follow me, that's disappeared, and not even the bros or Luaisy, my favorite things to write/consume content about, could make me feel the same enthusiasm again.

So I've come to the realization that this was simply my body asking for a break. I needed to try and find that emotion and excitement in something different. A book, a movie, a song, a show, another videogame franchise... I was craving some variety. And I'm in the process of getting it right now. I'm reading books again. I'm replaying old games like Spyro or Miitopia which I love and adore. I found another movie, one that I fell in love with about ten years ago, that reignited my passion and love for it, and it's brought back the need and desire to write again that I so much missed and yearned to revive. It has nothing to do with Mario, but in case you're interested, you can go here. It's where I'm gonna be most active from now on.

Don't get me wrong: I still love Super Mario. Very much. It's a franchise that's been with me my whole life and will continue to be there no matter what. It was the first series I ever wrote fanfiction for, and I've LOVED and enjoyed every single word that I've written for it. I have WIPs that I intend to finish and share someday. It just won't be anytime soon, so it's totally fine if you'd rather unfollow me. You can still find my stories on my AO3 account and some others that are only available on Tumblr through the tags zahra's writing and zahra's fics. You can also check out zahra's headcanons if you wanna read my Mario headcanons, and even though I'm far from being a talented artist, I've also posted some Mario art that you can find through the tag zahra's art.

That being said, I'll still be supporting Mario content from time to time, only that, as I said, I won't reblog much stuff, and if I do I won't go into too much detail. I obviously want to support my friends, but I also don't wanna, how to say it... sound "fake." I don't want to fake an excitement that I'm feeling 70% instead of 100%, especially when it comes to my friends' content. Who knows, maybe whenever we get a trailer for the Mario Movie sequel, my passion will come back in full force, or at least that what's I'm hoping for.

But in the meantime, this is how I'm gonna proceed.

Just in case you're interested, you can still find me on instagram (SilenZahra as my main account, san.marioluigifan as my gamer account), and I'm also on discord (SilenZahra as well). I'll probably be more active there than on Tumblr, at least for the next months.

In any case, I hope that you're all doing fine, and if you decide to stick around: thank you 💖 Please take care, and we'll meet again someday soon. I'm sure of it 💖

#zahra's posts #personal post #changes #to sum it up: no more Mario fanfics for a while #and I'll hardly interact with content from now on #still love the franchise but need a break #please take care all of you #I cherish all the friends I've made thanks to this amazing franchise #I won't be gone forever please know that #💖💖💖

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