#it's not like i've given him much else to do

[mwphisto]

I’m not sensitive!

Pairings include: Xavier x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Sylus x Reader | Caleb x Reader

Warning, this post includes: breast play, nipple play, breast kissing, nipple kissing / licking / and biting

A/N: as a girlie that was convinced her boobs we’re not sensitive, I present you this lmao. Of course, it is totally normal for your breasts to not be sensitive and for you to not be into breast play!!!! I am just writing based on my own experiences, and even then, it can be a 50/50 for me lol. Bigger chest = less sensitivity from what I've heard, but it's different for everyone! Much love!!

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Xavier

A lazy weekend afternoon, comfy clothes, lots of snacks, and some cheesy horror movies playing on Xavier's TV screen. You were more engulfed in each other than anything else, the conversation flowing naturally as you lounged against the armrest of his couch.

"I'm serious, they're not sensitive." Your feet rest on his lap, his long fingers gently stroking up and down the skin of your calf. "I highly doubt it." Xavier countered with ease, blue eyes sparkling as a smirk curled his lips. "I just think you haven't met the right person."

Some way, somehow, the conversation had turned towards intimacy. What parts of you were sensitive, what parts weren't, the whole nine. Tension had been growing, but neither of you were willing to bite just yet. Even as you fought the urge to squeeze your thighs.

"The right person, huh? You're saying you can prove me wrong?"

You boldly proclaimed your breasts were not sensitive, your nipples not all that appealing to yourself when you had time alone. You didn't really touch them, like ever, even when masturbating.

"I believe I can give it my best shot..." Xavier started, using one finger to trail up towards your knee. "... that way, we can be positive that it's not... user error." He grins, something boyish and full of mischief and dammit you're a goner. "Well, you have my permission, Xavi."

Just like that, he's tugging your legs as he lunges. Crushing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. The hand that had been playing with your ankles and calves now splayed over your exposed thigh. Sneaking under your lounge shorts and reaching up towards your underwear.

His other hand snuck under your hoodie - one you had stolen from him - and didn't stop until he cupped one bare breast. "No bra?" a murmur against your lips, he didn't give you a chance to answer before his tongue was slipping into your mouth.

You arched into his touch, the warmth of his hand against your skin making your lips tremble as you tried to keep up with Xavier's needy kisses. He squeezes, not hard enough to hurt but enough to elicit a gasp, a triumphant smirk already curling his lips.

"See... you needed the right person." Saliva keeps you connected as he pulls away, blue irises nearly devoured by his dilated pupils. "The right person with the best touch..." His thumb and pointer finger find your nipple, squeezing it a few times experimentally.

A gasp flees you, body jerking away from the shock of pleasure that zapped up your spine. You'd tried this before, when you had been so convinced that playing with a woman's chest was a key part of her arousal, and you had been so disappointed when nothing really... happened.

Now, Xavier was doing all the things you had tried and quickly given up on, and he was getting the reactions you craved. "Xavier h-how... oh!" You're panting as he rolls the bud between his fingers, adding more stimulation by sucking along your jaw. "You just needed the right person to prove you wrong." it's muffled against your skin, a sigh of annoyance leaving him a second later.

"Take this off." All at once, he leaves you. Just long enough to yank the hoodie up and over your head.

“Let’s try this…” Xavier wasted no time, not bothering to tease you by lingering his kisses. The cool air of his apartment caused your nipples to harden, and Xavier was quick to pull one of the buds into his awaiting mouth.

Your head fell back, hands shooting to grab his head as a feeble cry of his name fled your lips. Heat pooled deep in your belly, leaking slowly and ruining your underwear. You didn’t think it was possible for your breasts to feel this way, never mind for it to cause such a reaction to the rest of you.

“X-Xavier, fuck me, please.”

“Someone’s eager.” He lets go of your nipple with a slick pop, a cocky grin now sneaking up his lips. “I’ve barely got to have my fun, you need to be patient Ms. I’m not sensitive.” You want to punch him and kiss him all at once.

Rafayel

A study of anatomy, sketching various bodies in various shapes, colors, and sizes. You couldn't even pinpoint how or when the conversation switched to personal weak spots, but... "What about your chest? Most people list their chest as a sensitive spot."

"Not me." You pout a bit, hands coming up to cup your chest before meeting Rafayel's eyes. "Maybe I'm just broken."

Your chest had never been all that sensitive from what you could tell. You'd tried a handful of times to make it feel as good as it looks, books, movies, and even porn videos put so much focus on stimulating a woman's breast that you assumed it had to feel good.

And when it fell flat? You had concluded your breasts were simply less sensitive than others. "You're certainly not broken." Rafayel sets his sketchpad down, pushing up from his seat on the floor to stalk towards where you had been lounging on his bed.

"Your body is way more responsive to someone else's touch opposed to your own." You feel your eyebrows raise, glancing between where he towered above you and where his hand was heading. "Can I show you? Or perhaps, prove my theory?" Your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip, nodding a little to fast for your liking.

Rafayel sits himself down on the edge of his bed, a hand sliding over the thin material of your tank top. "You get too lost in your own head, of course, you won't be able to focus on how good it can feel." And your breathing stutters as his hand gingerly cups your right breast.

"Just relax, I've got you." As Rafayel speaks, he gently kneads the pliant flesh, silently noting that your nipples harden under his touch. "I-I just see these girls that can't go braless because their nipples are so sensitive and it just doesn't ma-oh!" Rafayel cuts you off by using his pointer and middle finger to squish the prominent bud.

"Ah-ah, what did I say about relaxing? Just enjoy..." Heat is starting to seep into your cheeks, your hand coming up instinctively to clutch Rafayel's wrist as he toys with your breast.

"They're so pretty, can I lift this up?" he's using his free hand to tug at the elastic material of your tank top, smirking when you nod your approval. "Atta girl, let me see these beauties...shit." His cheeks are turning pink, pupils dilating wide as he uses his other hand to cup your neglected left breast. "Fuck, they're so perfect."

You want to open your mouth and retaliate, but you think they are far from perfect. But you swallow it, knowing better than to dare contradict him when it comes to statements about your beauty. "And so responsive, see what happens when you listen to me?"

He seals the deal with a pinch, tugging both of your perked nipples between his thumb and pointer fingers before leaning down to kiss your sternum. "So damn beautiful." Another kiss, one closer to your right breast. "And so not broken, don't ever say that again."

This time, the kiss lands on your nipple, and you're mewling, cheeks burning hot as you clutch his wrist just a little tighter. Rafayel doesn't pull away this time, instead he removes his hand completely so he can suck the now-sensitive bud between his lips.

You're not sure how long he stays on you like that, but you know your panties are drenched and your nipple is swollen by the time Rafayel finally eases up. "Can I?" he swallows, chest heaving as he looks at your chest. He needs to mark them first and then sketch them.

"Can I fuck these after I show you how sensitive they can be?"

Zayne

You loved watching him type his reports, finding his meticulous typing to be both adorable and hot. Maybe it was just because you were so deeply in love with him, but dammit you could watch Zayne work all day. So, when he dragged over a human anatomy chart while typing on a patient file, you felt the need to pop the question.

"Zayne?" You sounded hesitant uttering it, so naturally, Zayne's attention was immediately focused on you. "Is something wrong?" Immediately, you wanted to swallow your words. "I-Uh, no, but I just kinda... had a question." You feel like you're going to die.

"Go on." He relaxed a bit, a telling sign that he could see your anxiety and wanted you to feel comfortable. "Ah, well." You look away, swallowing the lump in your throat before trying again. "I was just wondering if it was normal for... for breasts to not be sensitive."

The surgeon's eyebrow twitches upwards at that, and now you really want to melt into the chair you had been lounging in.

"Well, medically speaking, yes. It depends on the person. Sometimes chest size factors into sensitivity; sometimes it really doesn't. But, overall, it's pretty normal and fairly common...why?" Concluding his answer, Zayne seemed to really process what you were asking.

You felt a tad relieved upon hearing that it wasn't a one-in-a-million chance that you deemed your chest to be lacking sensitivity. "Oh, well, my breasts aren't all that sensitive, I kind of worried it wasn't normal, you know?" Zayne nodded, ears turning a shade of red. "Many forms of media have set unrealistic expectations."

"Tell me about it. I really felt self-conscious." You were ready to resume your lounging, but Zayne was still eyeing you.

"Would you like me to perform an exam?"

You swallow, eyes widening in surprise, but your head is moving faster. A nod escapes you before you can stop it, clearing your throat, you add, "That would be great, actually. I'd appreciate it."

Somehow, you're shirtless and braless on Zayne's exam table. The cool air of his office makes your nipples pebble. "They look perfect." He states it plainly, leaving no room for debate, even as your cheeks begin to burn. With skilled hands, the surgeon cups both of your bare breasts in his hands, kneading and squeezing meticulously.

The sensation sends a shrill of arousal straight to your tummy, and you find yourself gripping the edge of the exam table. "It's also quite common for your brain to pick a side. If you squeeze your own breast, your brain may focus more on what your hand is feeling rather than your chest." He squeezes them both to send the point home.

"And..." Zayne's head lowers, a gentle kiss placed on the top of each breast before he squeezes your nipples. "... different forms of stimulation can really shake things up."

In the blink of an eye, your back is against the cool leather of his exam table. The same table is now creaking as Zayne climbs up on it with you. "Z-zayne, what are you-" But his mouth descends on your breasts again, and suddenly all words die on your tongue.

His nose drags along your skin, inhaling your scent before suckling on one of your nipples. His hand comes up to toy with your other breast, determined to not let it go neglected during his exam.

"Some women find breast stimulation to be more effective when..." he swallows, angling himself so his free hand can slide down your stomach and towards the waistband of your pants. "...vaginal stimulation is provided at the same time."

Sylus

"Your chest is pretty sensitive, huh, Sy?" Your fingers dance lazily across his pecs, watching his expression for any signs. Sure enough, his brows pinch together briefly before relaxing again. "I guess you could say that." A gentle murmur, one that is full of exhaustion despite his eyes scanning over the pages of a book.

You were both supposed to be sleeping, but some days this was the only time you two could really spend time together. Snuggled into the crook of his arm, you found your brain wandering.

"Why are you asking, anyway?" his finger marks the spot he left off on, carmine eyes sliding to look down at where you peered up at him. "I just wish my chest was as sensitive as yours." You said it almost dreamily, as if you didn't realize what that statement did to him.

"Your breasts aren't sensitive?" Sylus countered, the book in his hand being tossed onto the nightstand so he could focus everything on you. "No, not really. I've tried but... nothing really works. I don't get how girls get so worked up when their breasts are touched."

He seemed to think it over for a moment, a small smirk curling his lips. "Do you care if I try something before you come to such a conclusion?" He turns towards you, his free hand resting on your shoulder and pushing you to your back. “You know what? Sure, go ahead. I doubt the outcome will change what I said.”

A little bit of defiance, sure. But Sylus caught the hint of sadness too. Now, he was even more determined.

"Don't be so quick..." His hand cups your breast through the silk of your nightgown, eliciting a small gasp. "...to doubt me, kitten." He's warm, hands that are honed to kill are now gentle as they massage your breast tenderly. "Just relax, let me take care of you."

Your lips are wobbling as he tugs the silky material down, letting both of your breasts spill out for his viewing pleasure. "If it doesn't work, if this doesn't feel good..." he pushed upwards, hovering above you slightly so he could lower his head and begin kissing your chest. "...I'll make it up to you in a way I know you love."

He tugs a nipple into his mouth, and you're arching off the mattress, the sudden sensation making your eyes water. The idea of not being sensitive has simply given Sylus the green light to be rougher.

"Sylus!" Your fingers curl into his hair, tugging as he bites down on the pebbled bud. His tongue lathers your nipple a moment later, soothing any pain from his bite. He lets go a second later, saliva connecting him to your breast even with the new distance.

"Let me..." he's tugging at your nightgown again, instead of your neckline, he's shoving the bottom hem up towards your stomach. "...fuck you while I do this. Nothing but the best, right?" Fuck, your head was spinning, legs parting as you welcomed his offer.

"I'll make you feel so good, promise." Sylus' lips are back on your breasts, kneading and sucking as he fishes his cock out with his free hand. "Sylus, I need you, now." dammit, maybe he was right. Your mind was going fuzzy from the attention he was giving you.

"I know, and you have me. Just..." he's nudging your entrance, sending you into a spiral as he bites down on your nipple and pushes himself inside. A shrill cry leaves your lips, hands gripping his biceps in a feeble attempt to remain grounded.

"Stick with me, Kitten. We've got a long night ahead, I need to be thorough with my research."

Caleb

You were lying on Caleb's bed, phone held high as you scrolled mindlessly. Caleb lies beside you, reading through some pilot magazine you had picked up at the convenience store earlier. A video on your feed has your mind going, chewing on on your inner cheek as you ponder your question out loud.

"I wonder what it's like to have a sensitive chest?"

"You uh... You asking me that, pip?" Caleb was caught off guard, one eyebrow twitching upwards as he turned his head just enough to look at you. Realizing your mistake, you can't help but laugh out of embarrassment. "More so talking to myself."

"Your chest isn't... sensitive?" Caleb jumps right to the point, suddenly more intrigued with your answer now that the initial surprise has worn off. "No, not really. I mean, I've tried like everything and it just doesn't... do all that much."

"Like doesn't feel good at all? Or just not what you expected?" The magazine is long forgotten, Caleb is rolling onto his side to really study you. "I guess... not as good as I hoped? I just feel like they're not as sensitive as they could be." You attempt to shrug it off, but Caleb doesn't seem to want to let it go.

"Can I... give it a shot, pip?" And suddenly it all clicked into place. You click your phone off, tossing it to the side and sighing. "By all means, Caleb. Have your fun." Like a dog who just got praised, Caleb is quick to get to work. Not bothering with touching you over your shirt. In one motion, he has tugged the clothing up and over your bare chest.

"Let's see..." calloused fingers are running up your stomach, his eyes focused on the way your nipples harden due to the exposed air. "...it's not odd for breasts to lack sensitivity." Even as he speaks, goosebumps erupt over your skin. "But sometimes, you just need the right touch to prove you wrong."

Gingerly, your right breast is cupped in his warm embrace, earning a sharp inhale as you flicker between his hand and face. "And hands aren't always what is needed." His head is descending on your chest before you can process it, a shrill cry of his name leaving your lips as he nips at the fat of your chest.

"Different sensations invoke different responses." A lick to soothe the bruise he had made. His tongue is wet and warm as it trails up to your nipple. "Some prefer ice..." a lick "...some prefer heat or wax" a kiss directly on top of the pebbling bud. "Others like tickling." His nose nuzzles it before pulling back. "And others like pain."

Caleb's teeth sink into your nipple, and your back arches off the mattress. "It's all up to you, whatever you deem best." You're seeing stars, a whimper leaving your lips as you guide his hand over to your neglected breast. "Just make me feel good, please."

"At your service, pip."

[torueater]

ROOMIE BENEFITS UNLOCKED ᝰ.ᐟ

a/n: i've had this in my drafts too long, it's now or never

Satoru knows you hear him when he cums. You know he does.

Brazen white haired bastard, those are the only words you can think of to describe him, though not as eloquent as it can be put.

You’d been as good about it as you can be, it’s not as though he did it day in day out, just occasionally during the week – you’d have your headphones in, volume low. pretending you don’t already have the sound of his moans memorized like a song, like you can’t hear him getting himself off. lips bitten, hand down your shorts to ease to growing ache of pleasure in your abdomen – shit, maybe you’re just as bad as satoru, just not as loud.

He’s always ridiculously shameless about it too  – deep groans, low breathless curses, the wet drag of his fist. Little praises like someone else’s there. It’s like he wanted you to hear him.

Which you do. Every single time without fail.

Once is mistake, twice is a coincidence. But more than 3 times? Pattern, sheer pattern. He has to know, if the knowing glint in his eye when morning came meant anything. His chirpy little ‘sleep well, roomie?’ that has the tips of your ears heating because no, obviously not. Grade a asshole. It’s already a struggle to fight the building attraction but now you know exactly how he sounds when he finishes, how whiny he gets.

Besides that, he wasn’t too bad, you’d gotten lucky in the roommate lottery, you suppose. Isn’t a bad friend either. At least he handles his shit with the door closed, right?

Tonight’s different though. You’d stepped out for a quarter of an hour at best to run to the convenience store -- he’d offered up his card to restock the snacks you like in the communal cupboard. you’d given him a time frame so there’s 0 good reason why his door is cracked when you get back in, fucking up into his fist with gentle strokes, no urgency at all.

"Fuck…just like that.”

Oh?

You halt midstep, frozen -- card in your hand and heartbeat in your throat.

The sight is much more than you’d expected. He’s so fucking pretty -- sweats low and bunched on his thighs, chest bared for the world to see. lashes settled against the paleness of his cheek, snowy strands mussed with a few sticking to his forehead. trimmed hairs that do match the drapes framing a pretty, lengthy—

You know what? Maybe you’d just wait till he finished. Retreat and resign to your room for a little, keeping the card with you. You didn’t need to be here, you shouldn’t even be looking. He’s jerking off and you’re just stood there – gosh, you feel like a perv.

“You just gonna stand there?”

It’s a little lazy sounding, a syrupy drag tinged with amusement. like this is some normal conversation. The card slackens in your hold as your breathing ceases momentarily, mouth parting to get out an excuse, a ramble of apologies.

“Y’re—oh fuck,” and he doesn’t even stop, eyes closed, head tipped to the ceiling now. as he squeezes at the head of his cock to ebb his pleasure. pearly cream smears near the pretty bulb with a light stroke, thumb stroking over a vein at the side. “fine. You’re fineee. come in, ’m not too busy.”

You do, you don’t know why you do. maybe it’s your body working quicker than your mind, one saying yes, other saying no type thing. He grins like he’d known you’d do just that, floorboards giving you away.

You try not to look, you really do but it’s right there. rigid girth held in a light grip, flushed head all soft and rosy. Glistening with what looks like either lube or spit (maybe both), heavy looking in his hand. “g’nna cum to it anyway,” he murmurs, “might as well get you in here to let you see the real thing.” Your eyes follow another pearlescent dribble from his head, eyes growing glossy, willing the dampness pooling between your thighs away. His words register late and you’re all hot in the face as you glance up at him, stumbling over words about needing to give him his card. “huh? I don’t…satoru, it’s not like that at all.”

And he laughs, all deep and rich, not helping the incessant throbbing between your thighs.

“You just happen to touch yourself exactly when i’m getting myself off? the walls are thin, pretty. I don’t think the pillows muffle the vibrations too well.” you wonder if there’s a quick way to dig a hole to just jump into. maybe if you fake a fainting spell he’d drop it? shitty fucking amazon vibrator – those reviews had clearly been a lie.

Satoru’s eyes open, all slow and heavy like he’s already drunk on the pleasure. Fuck, he loves this. loves the look on your face – all stunned, no words to say to explain yourself. “you’re not comin’?” And god he says it so breathily, you can’t help the instinctual press of your thighs, the bob of your throat with a harsh swallow.

“Aw, a little watching got you all wet?” He’d noticed. of course he had. “why don’t we help each other, hm? how about you take your panties off, pretty. let me see how wet I got you.”

It gives you a pause, panties uncomfortably damp, hot with..embarrassment? arousal? maybe the latter more than the former. "Bossy." Your hands are shaky as they skim the edges of your shorts, hooking under the smooth cottony band of your panties.

You don’t know why you’re just following his directives, walking out and pretending this didn’t happen would be just as easy as walking in had been.

But you don’t – you’ve been wanting to fuck him or at least touch him for ages, lying to yourself wouldn’t do anyone favors.

The plain pale gray, turned smoky and the center falls to the floor in a heap with your shorts, pressing the card onto the closest surface with a gentle movement. His gaze drops and he groans at the clear glisten between your thighs, thumb swiping over his tip, hips twitching slightly as he slows his strokes.

“C’mere,” he says again, softer this time.

You take a step, then a few more till you’re at the edge of the bed. his legs spread a little wider, chin angled down in a simple gesture. His strokes get slower, lazier. Teasing now, dragging out every wet sound, every twist of his wrist that has pearly dribbles spilling over his skin. You sink down to your knees so you’re settled between his thighs, fingers clenching and unclenching on the hardwood.

“There you are.” he croons, bringing his free hand back from gripping the sheets to brush stray hairs out your face, tipping your chin up.

“Say ahh, roomie.”

extra a/n: dropping and running. the rest of this was just sex and banter, still in my docs 🏃🏽‍♂️

[lexicorp]

Istg

That comment just absolutely encapsulates this shit /so/ much.

And it really is just so trippy having Optimus seem to forgive Megatron just so simply with but a smack on the wrist. Altho I do at least appreciate in ES them showing the shadowed tension that is still present between them. I feel like with lore between Megs and OP can make sense why Optimus would want to just move on and not make delve into all those repercussions mainly due to them still needing help rebuilding, their past friendship in many continuities that could make Op just not want to lose anyone else (even if it's Megatron, at this point), and just a sense of thinking it's necessary to be virtuously forgiving just for the sake of preventing revenge driven perpetual violence. It's hard to say. And in ES, OP might have given that same treatment to Star (at least tried to tell Megs to not be rough with him), but like there's so much stuff in the background and Starscream likely denying that offer /because/ of OP seeming to favor Megatron so it's just like- ÆaAæ

They seemed to really try to note on Megatron being held accountable for what he did, but SO much of the focus was just on the terrans and human kids and shit, that I really don't feel it was shown as much as it was just said.

Then, the perpetual survival mode thing is just so, so real. Everything about trauma responses are about survival, to not just physical threats, leading to layers of defensive, guarded, and aggressive behavior.

And those slap in face comments are just so degrading like. Over here telling the victim that they need to be understanding of the nuances, while everyone around them just wants some flat, simplified answer fed to them (usually to the wrong person's detriment)

The funny thing is, my person that I've struggled with the most with layers of indirect negative (also unsure of saying abuser because of all the nuances), I very constantly find this level of disconnection in myself from it. A lot of my psych interest has come from trying to understand the people I've dealt with. But even if you know what they're going thru or have been through, and can understand the logical trait of events and behavior, doesn't always mean it'll help at all. Which is frustrating. And to just hear the constant: "be patient", "he's just in a mood cuz of x y z, don't take it personal", "/you/ did do x", "I don't remember that". Or just the fact of feeling indebted to them so there's no right to be hurt, or frustrated, because they've given you everything.

My problem now seems to be being the thing of: oh great, I'm open minded, now what?

It doesnt always help, and that statement shouldn't be used to shut down a conversation tryna address an actual problem.

Me, at the entirety of the transformers franchise: wow starscream may deserve a lot of things but not that

[elodieunderglass]

Hi, hello, I'm sending you a weird not quite ask that you can feel free to tuck deep into the recesses of your inbox and never look at if it's too weird.

But I've been thinking about Killie. Again. Which is odd, because I'm not the blorbo rotating type. I'm happy enough to watch other people play in their sandboxes, but I just...don't. Fandom. The way people normally do on this site. So, I was wondering why your horrible horseboy is so beloved and such an infohazard to anyone who comes across him, and I think I hit on it. At least for me.

You don't shy away from two things in your telling of him: that he's kinda awful in some ways, and that he's deeply loved. He's a horrible little gremlin with bad lungs and worse social skills who bites, and he's LOVED.

As kind of an awful person myself (*this isn't self deprecating, gimme a sec), who's not at all okay with the idea of dying alone and unloved, Killie and your depiction of him is soothing.

*I'm not awful because I choose to be, and I know I have a lot of good qualities even if it takes my therapist bullying me into recognizing that I do, but due to both disability and just life in general, I'm sometimes not a pleasant person to be around. I'm irritable quite often, and I'm flaky even when I'm doing my absolute best not to be, and I'm overly sensitive sometimes, and don't know how to talk to people without talking about myself and trying to relate it back to them, and I'm messy...it's hard to imagine anyone loving me.

But even though Killie is a fictional character, there's enough 'loved in spite of and also for his flaws as much as his virtues' that helps me reroute the worst of those thoughts into something a little healthier.

So thank you? I think? Yeah. Thank you for your horrible horseboy and his long-suffering but steadfast partner.

(in reference to killie the horrible horseboy OC)

thank you so much for this. far from not looking at it, I have looked at it a lot. It made me think very hard and (hopefully very well) about what I'd like Throw Your Heart Over to be about, and what I'd like it to achieve for people. You remind me that, while it's all fun, what's most important is to be brave and true.

You are so very brave and true. I admire you very much for being so brave and true. I am humbled by it. It is a big, big thing and I don't quite know what to say. I think it is reductive and unhelpful to say things like there's someone for everyone! everyone deserves to be loved! when we live in a world where that doesn't happen, nor does everyone want to be partnered, nor does everyone want to be given to someone else as a partner. it's an automatic reflex when someone says "I don't feel lovable for these reasons," for other people to be dismissive of the reasons - as if that's helpful - or to instantly say "someone will love you!", as if there has simply been a administrative mistake in the assignation of one's soulmate. But that reflex doesn't do much good. Firstly, it's true that there are reasons that make love less easy for people, and pretending that love isn't work just makes people who don't get enough love feel rubbish. Secondly, there is no mechanism in the universe by which people are assigned their very own partner (and believing that there is can make people crunched-up and hurtful, if they're having trouble finding one.) So yeah! It probably IS hard to imagine finding someone! And that's okay! It means making your imagination stronger! Beefing up your imagination! getting your imagination buff and built! (insert montage of Killie attempting to lift weights with his mind.)

so I made this with you in mind, though I'm not sure it's all that I wanted to say. it was something about your fears might be true, but your hopes might be too; and in the event of someone loving you, you'll know that you will have something tremendously special, because you'll both have to be VERY brave and true with each other. and because of this, you will have a lot of evidence to show yourself how loved you are. You might be hard work, but to someone who loves you, it will be good work. and no weird ghosty worries, with or without antlers, or even your own self-doubts, will be able to take away how real that work will be.

I think you sound tremendously lovable. I think you make a great difference to the world. Thank you for making me more brave and true.

[aureatescars]

Sasha is thankful for Leon taking over when he gets a little too caught up in his own thoughts again. Leon doesn't have to do it and Sasha would be able to manage on his own, but rather than being irritated by Leon taking over a task for him he feels nothing but relief. It makes the heavy thoughts and feelings less stark, softens the edges that cut deep into his mood. And when he finds Leon's gaze gentle with understanding and sympathy Sasha feels a little more warm and a little less like he made yet another mistake.

Still, it's no surprise that the memories and the regrets that come with them don't fade immediately even as the two of them settle at the table. Leon is the one to break the silence, pulling Sasha back from trying to pinpoint the exact day he last had any sort of contact with his mother.

He doesn't expect Leon to ask about her again, half expected him to stir the conversation somewhere else, quip at him, tease him about putting all this effort into making this dish and then not immediately digging in. But this isn't anywhere near that, it's not him being pushy either, he's merely giving Sasha an opportunity to speak about her if he really wants to.

"I—" He hesitates at first, but finds that despite the guilt and regrets he really wants to tell Leon about her. "Yes," he says then. "Closer than most from what I understand." Much like Leon he goes about stirring his stew with his spoon, but then pauses to grab a bit of bread to cut into smaller pieces with his knife to eventually dip it into the stew. "I don't have any siblings, and my father..." Sasha winces. "That's a whole different story." And one he doesn't want to get into right now. "Let's just say it was just me and her from my early teens on. She tried to be there for me best she could, but her working hours as a nurse meant I was left to my own devices a lot."

He shakes his head. "In hindsight that clearly wasn't the best thing... I was an angry teenager, lashed out at just about everyone, and in general got myself into a lot of trouble." He sighs and thinks of J.D., always loyal, always at his side no matter what. Yes, he'd been a troublemaker, but Sasha was just as bad, if not worse. He pushes the thought of his late best friend aside. "But still, she always believed in me. I can see that now." He makes a dismissive gesture with one hand. "However, back then she was disappointed I didn't live up to my potential of course, but no matter how angry she was with me, she'd always be there when I needed her." He looks down at his knuckles, a few small scars, old ones, draw taught over them as he flexes his fingers. "There was this one night..." He considers whether or not he really wants to tell Leon about it, but realizes that the other has seen far worse sides of him by now. "Worst fight I've ever gotten into as a teenager was because some lowlife was harassing Irina."

Worst not because Sasha was heavily injured, but rather because he almost did something back then he could never have taken back. Christ, Irina and him had barely been seventeen. "Broke his nose, and his jaw, a few ribs, too, probably..." He remembers that night very vividly, even after all these years. Not because of the pain, but because of the way Irina had to pull him away before he could do something stupid, the way she looked at him, full of fear, was something that twisted his entire perception of himself. He tells Leon as much now, although it rings hollow given all that he has done since.

Once again he is grateful that Leon doesn't point out his hypocrisy, but rather just keeps listening to his tale. "I took Irina home, but we didn't even say goodnight." He sighs, remembers how it had stung that she didn't even glance back at him before entering her parents' house. "I don't even really remember how I got home after that." He looks up from his food then, both of them having slowly made their way through dinner. It helps with the nostalgia somehow, eating something so familiar. Memories slowly clear away before his inner eye until he's no longer looking at fragments of his past, but at Leon. There is no judgment in his eyes, no pity either, he simply listens, and for once in his life, Sasha in turn can't stop talking. "I just remember that when I opened the door my mother was right there waiting for me, she took one good look at me, and before saying anything she got the first aid kit, sat me down and started cleaning my busted knuckles." He smiles slightly, but has to swallow around a lump that formed in his throat throughout recounting these events. "And then, after wrapping them up, she said: 'I'm sorry.' As if she was the one to blame for what I did."

His tone turns exasperated and he has to blink away a bit of moisture from his eyes. To his surprise it's easy to admit to the next thing. "I broke down and cried like a child for the first time in years." Saying so is accompanied by a shrug, but Sasha remembers the anguish he had felt, any embarrassment about it he has long since made his peace with. He was a child back then. Lost and afraid.

"I straightened myself out after that, for her, for Irina, but also for myself." He leans heavily against the backrest of his wheelchair, it creaks quietly. A reminder of his most recent, most cutting mistake.

He lowers his gaze back to the bowl. "But I guess I haven't really changed after all, have I?" All it took was a catalyst and he fell right back into that anger he felt as an adolescent. Only now it was a raging fury fueled by grief and without Irina there to rein him in, he spiralled completely out of control and took J. D. down with him.

He pushes the remaining bits of his food around with his spoon. "Maybe it's for the best if she thinks I'm dead."

There is a hint of sorrow around the smile Sasha gives Leon in turn, but he bites back the self- deprecating comment that sits on the tip of his tongue. I used to be. He still thinks quietly to himself as he turns back around in order to not give Leon enough time to decipher the emotion he's sure to be present on his face. Leon has developed quite a way of reading him these days, or maybe Sasha has become less guarded, either way, he doesn't want this to devolve into an argument, so he simply takes the compliment. He isn't sure that after everything he's done he could still call himself that, but hearing Leon say so has him think that maybe, despite never being able to amend the wrongs he did, he can still do better than before.

It's not long until dinner is ready after that and the genuine excitement in Leon's expression and tone when he comes to check up on the food has Sasha's pensive mood from before dissolve into something more mellow, almost content. Smiling suits him Sasha thinks, not for the first time, as he looks up at Leon. Then, because he cannot help it, he nudges Leon in the side again when he, once again, manages to stand right infront of the cabinet Sasha needs to open.

"She did," Sasha says as he pulls out a bowl. "I'm not half the cook she is, but you'll have to make do." There is no bitterness there, but his tone is a little wistful now that his thoughts stray back to simpler times. He pauses in his actions of filling the food from the steaming pot into the bowl. "I haven't talked to her since Irina's death." He says quietly, not really meaning to, but he's taken aback by the realization that the words fall from his lips unbidden. He wonders if she is doing well, and then, within the same breath, he wonders if she thinks he died in the war.

The wave of guilt hits him hard as he stares down at the pot of steaming stew, taking in the familiar smell, nostalgia mingles with regret. If he reached out to her now would she even want to speak to him? Would she recognize the man he'd become?

Would she forgive him?

The touch of a hand to his shoulder has him startle from his thoughts and he looks up at Leon, his own hands still frozen mid-action. "Sorry." His voice cracks on the word. He clears his throat, then attempts to get back to the task at hand without spilling food everywhere. "Just getting lost in my own head." Again.

[azaharinflames]

I didn’t start my day planning on being mean, but a certain portion of this fandom decided that they couldn’t keep Lou’s name out of their mouths so now I have thoughts.

We have RG brought on as a main, but frankly Eddie as a character has never gone anywhere. I was never much of an RG fan even before the unsavory things he said, but from what I have read, he hasn’t seemed to have brought much to the role beyond what was in the script. And yes, I get that he’s not a writer or the show runner, but Tim has shown himself to be amenable to good suggestions from the actors (which is why JLH ended up with Chim instead of Eddie, a decision from which his character never recovered).

Then you have the string of unsuccessful (potential) love interests who were all recurring. Similarly, I get that as a recurring you have even less agency than as a main and that’s even worse if you are a woman. All the same, the actors who played Ana, Taylor, Marisol, Lucy, and  death doula whose name alludes me but I’m too lazy to look up, brought NOTHING to the role outside of what was on the page. Granted, these characters were all written in way that made them doomed to fail, but if any one of them had brought something to the table to endear them to the GA and make the narrative work, they would have lasted/had the potential to be endgame level love interests. But it was early in the show’s run you say. Big deal. There are plenty of examples in television where a character was brought in for a handful of episodes early on and they either were kept (or else brought back) as a significant cast member.

And then there’s Lou. Looking back at the season 7 interviews, there is a clear gap between how Tim originally envisioned Tommy compared to Lou’s head canon. Tim saw a happy go lucky starter relationship guy with a hot and heavy make out session in 7x4. Tommy saw a protective guy with layers and past trauma who would deliver a tender 7x4 first kiss. Tim may get some things wrong, but he’s not such an egomaniac that he would go with the worse idea just because it was his. We will never know, but I don’t think Tim committed to making Tommy a significant/possible endgame LI until late season 7 or even while writing 8a. If Lou had done what RG or any of the actors who played Buck/Eddie’s past LI had done, i.e., read the script as is and contributed NOTHING, then Tommy would have been long gone. All this is to say that complaining about Lou having thoughts about his non-main character is tantamount to complaining that the man showed up and did his damned job to the best of his ability. The fact that he has clearly done so much work despite being really good looking in an industry that strongly favors attractiveness gives him extra points my book. Instead of hating on him, maybe they should be asking themselves why their guy didn’t do the same. 

I think you make an excellent point, Nonnie, and I love the way you put it.

At the end of the day, a big reason why we all love Tommy (and Bucktommy) as much as we do has to do with Lou (and with Oliver as well, when talking about the couple). Because Lou took the time and care to create Tommy and make him a bigger and deeper character than what the script said. Because he took so much care and advocated for what he thought made more sense for the character (i.e. their first kiss). It makes us love the character, and love him after seeing how much he cares, and ultimately it reflects very positively on the show.

I do think RG has given his input here and there (it was per his insistence that Marisol came back in S8), but it does feel like he rarely digs deeper into what he's given. At the very least, that's the impression I get (so anyone can disagree with it, that's fine!). I've never particularly connected with Eddie, and I am personally frustrated with the missed potential he has. If he stays, I honestly wish for the writers to figure out what the hell they want to do with him long term.

Anyway. I get your frustration, Nonnie. Bobs have been utterly insufferable since the interview, and the accusations I've seen coming from them? Ngl, there aren't words in the English language to describe what I think about them.

[jack-of-heartstrings]

More thoughts on El Toro de Piedra, specifically on Juleka's side.

First and of course, I do really wish we'd gotten to see more build-up and more screentime for Juleka getting a big moment, though I'll never complain about her getting any focus. (Fingers weakly crossed for episode 6 when we get it...? my hopes are low but not-zero I guess.)

For me personally, juxtaposing the song with the fight made the fight harder to follow. Part of that was just that I struggle to watch both subtitles and the action, so that's not a fault or anything. And I fully respect the decision to not include fight sound effects alongside the song, as that DOES make it much easier to watch the song on its own later, but I think it would have felt nicer AS part of the episode itself if it had included at least some of the fight sounds.

HOWEVER, I do think it was a WONDERFUL decision to also throw her in with the theme of this episode.

We have three characters— Ivan, Adrien, and Nathalie— all with very complicated relationships with their dads, all of whom are/were really shitty and want their kids to go down the same shitty paths.

But then we've got this girl who barely knows her dad, met him for the first time less than a year ago, who also has a really complicated relationship and hasn't gotten over the ways in which he was shitty. And unless it's changed in the last few months, her greatest fear is presumably still him hating her and discouraging or breaking her dreams. But her dream IS to be like him, and has been since before she learned he was her dad. And honestly I think that's so much nicer than anything else they could have included. Someone like Marinette who just has a good relationship with her dad or even another dad that used to be bad but improved wouldn't hit nearly as hard as a dad who used to suck, who's improved but still has an at best tenuous relationship, yet whose legacy is still what one of his children wants more than anything in the world.

Just. What a good contrast. Sometimes a parent's legacy is imposed against your will, and sometimes it's embraced enthusiastically, but sometimes it's something you want despite your relationship. Sometimes it's actively something that helps connect you and can lead to improving the relationship.

And on a separate Juleka note, of course LET'S GO JULEROSE, but specifically...

Given Juleka's reaction to the kiss, I think I've decided the funniest interpretation of the ship (and thus the one I'm choosing to believe) is that they weren't dating before, and might still take a little longer to Officially get together now. Imagine. Imagine for me.

They're that cuddly all the time. They talk about how much they love each other and stare deeply into each other's eyes. They give each other cheek kisses way more often than other friends do, more than either of them gives other friends. Rose kisses Juleka on the mouth during the Zombizou incident and Juleka is super flustered by it but that was clearly just an akuma thing and she never mentions it afterward, or if Rose remembers since she wasn't akumatized herself then they just choose not to talk about it. They watch Marinette and Adrien be clueless all year and Rose keeps complaining about why won't those two just get it already. Rose marches down and tells the idiots if they don't kiss already then she's just gonna kiss them both. Nobody has this same problem watching Juleka and Rose be clueless because everybody genuinely though they were already together. Except them. They still took months to realize, and then both of them were like "but what if she doesn't feel the same way and then I make it weird" until Rose just went for it this episode. Absolute disaster sapphics if I ever saw them. 12/10.

[snkgay]

I've seen the shared sentiment that had Marco survived he would have lost bits of himself at facing the reality of their situation. The more death and suffering he endured would have changed him, and while I cannot fully disagree, however, I do not think this would have dramatically altered his character. I think more than anything, Marco Bodt would have made it his personal mission to take on that hurt and pain, repurposing it as fuel to be the rock and outwardly strong for everyone else's sake, Jean especially. He is a natural born leader. He projected a bit when he told Jean that he had it in him to be a good leader, while shying away from admitting he was objectively the better leader of the two. (Not to discredit Jean, he wasn't at that time but has since evolved so much since then to be exactly that man Marco saw the potential for him to be all those years ago.)

I think that he would have still gone to the Military Police, and had a similar trajectory of Marlowe, later joining the likes of the Survey Corps. I think his speech to Jean would have still impacted him and instead of his death being the catalyst to shifting Jean's views of himself, his future and the choice between following Marco into the safe unknown, a plush life within the walls. Having seen Marco take initiative in that plan to get their supply replenished was eye opening. Seeing him with gun in hand, fearful but headstrong and focused, would be the new inspiration (with a bit of Eren's influence he'd taken years to come to admit) to go to the SC.

It's also fun interesting to think that this would have taken a toll on him, which Jean would have likely started to pick up on. Insert hurt comfort. Jean now being Marco's rock like Marco had been for him all those years in training. He feels an immense sense of pride in being able to return what Marco had given him, but he hates that these are the circumstances he has to provide them under. Insert lots of longing looks, smiles from across the way, hand holding and intense hugs! Not to the extent of Eren and Armin, because I mean, who can compete with that (there's not a word that exists yet that can describe what those two had), but look at what we could have had!

[prapaiwife]

here I go with another Charlie take lol cause I've seen some comments in other places, and someone says what is Charlie's purpose for doing everything he's doing the season. Or this is just like the first season Charlie didn't learn anything he didn't learn from him fake dying in front of babe that traumatized him and he's going to do the same thing all over again by lying or making empty promises. Or just questioning Charlie's motivations acting like he does everything so senselessly. I will be so confused cause the first season told and showed to know about Charlie and his morals of what he stands for. And the lengths he will go to to protect his loved ones. Not saying that the choices are always reasonable but given in the world that they are living in their choices are very limited! Him dying wasn't just for nothing his death actually even though we knew it was fake did something. It made babe safe which was all he wanted. Charlie knew that if he was out of the picture Tony wouldn't have any one to use anymore as his auction prize. Like I said I feel like some people just kind of ignore Charlie's feelings and are just disregard them as I'm doing everything just he's doing it for himself. When he does everything for everyone else now when sisterly ever really thinks about himself. And that's something that frustrates babe the most about him he doesn't want to lose Charlie cuz he gets up so much of himself to everyone else! And in doing so Charlie will lose everything his memories of everything and everyone babe especially. *And I wonder when that process happens if we're going to see Charlie realized in real time he's always in his memories because that would be so painful but I also want to see* But it's not by a choice that he is happily going to make. Him losing his memories is not something that he is going to take on happily i think we might see him have breakdowns see him struggle so much with this.

[leechiourdes]

I have no idea what this is about and I'm 100% an outsider to this story, and I have no idea what's going on, but from what I understand this Anton fella is the same guy who's working on Blessed Be The Wicked/BBTW, and whatever happens to that guy, he fucking deserves it.

He's always being such a crybaby about the quality of the original stories, and yeah, they're shit, everyone knows it, but he just has to insist upon himself and how much better his versions of the stories are, when I look at them and they're borderline ocs with how disconnected some of them are from the original story.

The guy acts like he's such a good writer for rejecting these older versions that were poorly written when they were popular for a reason; not because they were "well written" but because they were fun, turn-your-brain-off horror adventures that a lot of alt kids in the early 2010s could relate to and feel seen by

Its okay to like the original versions of the stories and want to reinvent them out of passion, but I just can't feel any passion behind this project at all. It feels like it was made with hate and spite instead of love for the fandom and the characters, like he's trying to "prove" that he can write better and he is better than everyone else in his community for "taking these characters seriously" so to speak when nobody asked him. The way he describes all his """rewrites""" (read: original characters) makes it feel like he's actively trying to make you as a creepypasta fan FEEL BAD for liking the original version of the character and not his all new totally newfangled oc rewrite of it.

Not to mention the guy's is such a dick he basically tells people "if you're not good at writing, then don't write" as if people are just naturally born with writing talent and skill?? Writing is something you get good at over time, and even the best writers have shitty first projects that they had when they were younger, and that's okay because it helped them improve and get better?? It all gives off the impression that this guy 's head is just so far his own asshole that he thinks that he was just naturally gifted with this talent of being a "good writer" and everyone else who's a "bad writer" is writing bad on purpose, when no, that's just them STARTING OUT AND BEING A BEGGINNER AT SOMETHING. That's like expecting someone to just be naturally good at chess or tennis or singing or something else like that and never have any clunky or bad starts to their journeys through those, like how delusional and disconnected from reality do you have to be to think that you have a God-given gift of writing and you've never written anything bad in your whole life?

All in all, the guy is an asshole and I've always hated him. I hate a lot of being figures in this community but this guy was one of the ones I hated the most. If he's finally being exposed for being an actual asshole and a absolutely bacterial excuse of a human being, finally. I've prayed on his downfall since I found out who he was while mindlessly scrolling Tumblr one day, and I'm looking forward to the day of Judgement when we can all descend into our infernal punishment and I can finally watch him burn in Hell.

Okay, so this happened.

Am I surprised? No. Am I still fucking disappointed? Yes.

Never have I ever made comments how Leech is Anton’s and not w4iker, so I don’t know where those comments are coming from. But this also fucking confirms my suspicion that you all have been stalking my blog ever since i made my post. Because only when I decided to finally address the things I got wrong when I got the opportunity, did you answer. So thanks for that.

Also I never fucking attacked anyone? Yes, I was fed up and admittedly a bit pissed off when I made my first post about why I wasn’t supporting Blessed Be The Wicked anymore (which was the main reason on why I made the post in the first place cause I knew people were going to be confused). But ON THE TOP OF THE POST BEFORE THE CUT, I put in BOLD to not harass anyone involved. Because that's not fucking cool. I find it really interesting how suddenly IM the bad guy, when multiple people have made posts calling out Anton's behavior/shitty attitude towards the creepypasta community. Anton can make whatever kinda fucking story he wants, if he doesn't want to hear or take the criticism that he's been given, that's fine. I'm not gonna be up and arms about it. But like I said, he has to face the consequences of that. I'd also like to take the opportunity to address the, honestly, downright appalling ask that I got in my inbox, and frankly, I don't care if it was a joke or not. People with APD/cluster B/ASPD ARE PEOPLE TOO. And don't deserve to be villainized just because they struggle with feeling/understanding emotion/don't act “normal.” And anyone who thinks they're "evil" are fucking scum of the earth and will be fucking blocked. I don't care. Which, now that I'm bringing it up, is the irony of all of this. Anton claims that he wants to properly portray his disorder, yet he's only contributing to the demonization of it with his behaviour/the story that he is writing. Not to that person, but it reeks of old fandom. You wanna make me the bad guy here? Fine. But don't blame me for people not wanting anything to do with you when you show your true colors. Please do not ask who this post was by. I will not answer/will not be disclosing their username as I don't want them to be attacked.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer watched Theo like a hawk. Every move he made, everything he said, or did was being monitored by either Lucifer or Bandit. He could tell the shift in the dog right away, but Adam tried to brush it off.

He said it was because they were going into winter, that Bandit always acts weird around this time, but Lucifer knew it was because of Theo. Bandit was ready to pounce if he needed to.

Adam: Dad! I've got something to show you!

Theo looked up from his morning coffee and looked towards his son, who was out of the patio. Lucifer stared at the name across the table from him. He wanted to smack the older man when he actually had the nerve to look annoyed at his son. Luckily, Adam couldn't see him very well through the blinds and the window.

But Theo put on a good ack.

With a smile and a wink to Lucifer, he called out to Adam: What's that, son? Something good, I hope! I haven't finished my morning Joe, yet!

Adam: Oh- we can go see her afterwards then-.

Theo: "Her"?! Well, why didn't you say so, boy? Show me this Sheila!

Lucifer glared harder as Adam sounded even more excited and ushered his father out the door. It was sick that he would move so quickly for the potential of there being a woman outside.

Adam: This way, dad. You'll love her.

Theo: Hope so son, there's nit much options for ass out here.

Adam: Uh... what?

The blonde watched front the porch as the two men walked over to the barn. He could see them once they went inside.

Adam: This is Shire!

The older man looked up at the white horse, who tilted her head at him, not sure of her visitor. But Adam quickly distracted her when he pulled an apple out of his pocket.

Theo laughed: Ah! This is the Sheila! And here I thought there was a woman out here! Wishful thinking being on a fag farm, huh? Good girl, look at you!

Adam looked down as Theo patted Shire on the nose. But he quickly decided to ignore the comment and talk about how Lucifer brought him the horse and how amazing she is.

Theo: Alright, kid, calm down, yeah? You're rattling so much I can barely understand a word you said. I thought that rich boy school your whore of a mother sent you to would have fixed that weird speech thing.

Adam: "S-Speech thing"? What speech thing?

Theo: That thing where you don't shut up! Ha! Oh, don't look so down. It's just a joke! No wonder you shacked up with a dude, you're obviously the fucking woman.

Adam cringed and looked away as Theo wrapped his arm around his neck and forced Adam closer.

Theo: But... in all seriousness. This place isn't half bad! Not bad at all. You've come a long way, son.

Adam: Yeah? You mean it!

Theo laughed: I know, surprised myself, even! But, I mean it. All of it. You've done well for yourself! Picked a good one- a rich one! Now, make sure you bleed him dry, huh? Ha!

Adam: I'm... I'm not here for that...

Theo: Oh, sure you are! What else would you be with him for? To get your ass fucked, like some bitch?

Adam: W-What?! No! I-I love him!

Theo shook his head: You don't need to lie to me, Ad. I know you. You may claim to love him, but I know you want his money. Look at what he's given you! How couldn't you use him? I'm sure he's soo easy! I mean, to fall for you, he must be fucked in the head!

Adam: D-Dad-.

Theo: Oh, I'm only kidding, son! No need to cry like a pussy! Although you get fucked like you have one, huh~?

Adam tensed until he heard Lucifer call out, saying its lunch time. He didn't hear what Theo said before he walked out, but Adam gave Shire a strained smile before petting her.

Adam: I hate this... b-but there's a chance, right?

-

As they ate, Lucifer stared at Adam. He was being quiet while Theo looked smug. This wasn't good.

-

Later that night, Lucifer finally had an opportunity to talk to Adam after he got out of the shower. He quickly walked in and locked the door, making Adam jump.

Adam: Oh! H-Hey Lu. You good?

Lucifer: Oh, I'm great! You, on the other hand.

Adam: ...What did I do?

Lucifer sighed: Nothing, Ad. But what's going on? What did he say?

Adam: S-Say? Nothing! I just showed dad, Shire... it was... good.

Lucifer: ...Very convincing...

90 Day Fianceé: After The 90 Day's

@beef-brisket

Lucifer grinned from ear to ear as he had the tickets in hand for him and Adam to go on their honeymoon to New Zealand. There was so much for them to see over there and Adam really wanted to go to Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwhenuakitanatahu.

Or Taumata Hill for short.

Not to mention all the other places they could go.

Lucifer: Addie! Are you ready love?

Adam came down with his suitcase and gave Bandit a few pats, Lute was going to take him while they were away for the two weeks.

Adam: You know it!

They went out and loaded up their car, Bandit ran and jumped in the back seat.

Lucifer: Maybe you can come with us another time boy.

Lucifer ruffled up his fur and got in the driver's seat, Adam got in next to him and they drove out to Lutes.

Lute took Bandit and waved: Have fun you two!

They waved and went to the airport. Adam and Lucifer went through security and to their gate where they took a picture together. Soon their gate number was called and they were off to go on their honeymoon.

Lucifer: I'm so excited!

Adam: Me too! I've never been to New Zealand before.