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[ninjafairy86]

Hiya I just binge read your fic fostering a nightmare, and was blown away by it! Your storytelling is phenomenal, presenting the turmoil about their relationship, but also it was a refreshing change of au! Needles to say, I ADORE it. Hope life is treating you well, and I’m not going to selfishly ask that you update it or anything, and I hope you aren’t bothered by me asking, but I was wondering whether you’ve abandoned it. Iit’s your story, so your choice! Much love💕

Thank you so much! <3 I think you may have sent this a while ago, but I didn't see it until now! I always forget to check the anon messages on my phone. Sorry! (FYI to you and everyone else out there, I'm never bothered by people asking about my stories or about how I'm doing. Feel free to send me a message anytime.) I love seeing that people are still enjoying my stories, even though I've kinda been quiet in the fandom for the last few years. I checked all the comments for the first time in a loooong while on AO3 today and it warmed my heart to see so many wonderful people sending love. <3 <3 <3

I'm still hanging around, doing fine. Writing has been a bit hard for me to focus on the last few years. I've grown and matured as a person and a writer, so looking back at my old work is difficult. I'll be honest - I've forgotten where I'm taking Fostering - what my plans even were. When I reread it, I don't like the pacing or what I was doing with it. Because of these factors, it's been difficult to pick it back up. :(

I have been working on completely re-writing and finishing one of my other Tomione fanfics before reposting it, but I'm being kind to myself and doing it slowly, without being hard on myself for taking my time. And hopefully - after that - I'll be ready to work on rewriting Fostering a Nightmare. :)

[meandmyechoes]

@catvilleanddogland replied to your post“Ahsoka’s arguing with Obi-wan”

There is no right or wrong in this scenerio bc they are both right in their own senses. Ahsoka was thrown way too easily to please the senate (aka chancellor) without even actually listening to what ahsoka had to say. You can’t just expect someone to give away their life on more one occasion and then expel them from the community at the slightest doubt. They were just trying to please the council and Ahsoka was pretty much aware of it.

I see people complaining about how she shouldn’t have escaped but in reality that’s what would anyone do in a situation like that. You simply wouldn’t be able to go down bc of somebody else’s crime. She was set up and she couldn’t get the council to actually listen to her. They all acted like “yea dark side tends to cloud your judgements missy”

I agree with you about them both being right in this scenario. If we can take anything positive in this rather bitter exchange, it’s that at least they are brutally honest to each other and that both of them are reliable narrators, and considered each other strong enough to see through that criticism. 

I’m one of those people that were in the ‘Ahsoka shouldn’t have run’ camp when it first aired. My view is only shaken during my most recent rewatch a few weeks ago. I believed in the justice system, and I still believes in presenting strong scientific evidence (which she hasn’t, she is going to personally bring in and rely on the perpetrator’s confession). (also I’m a forensics nerd) My belief in the justice system has come from and changed because of the political situation in 2019 Hong Kong, that unfortunately put my people through what Ahsoka had - being falsely accused, and of the most serious charge possible - that is a huge and personal reason I make that final connection as to agreeing to her escape. 

Contextually, Ahsoka’s choice should be compared with Fives’ experience in exposing the Order 66 conspiracy. The two stories are side by side (S5 finale + S6 permiere) He believed in the system. They are both soldiers for the Republic but Ahsoka’s immediate distrust in it made a stark contrast with Fives’ faith. Furthermore, in trusting the Republic (and Sheev) that we see Fives fail. So whether I personally like it or not, it seems Ahsoka’s escape was the right thing as put forward by the narrative. 

Given, Ahsoka’s Jedi trial in The Wrong Jedi still upsets me because how little both parties get things across. The council is throwing assumptions on her and Ahsoka didn’t really had time to gather the oh-so-important evidence that Mace they demanded. By virtues of being a Jedi, “blaming” the dark side is a very easy coping mechanism but in this case where the Force doesn’t come into play and could’ve easily been resolved with a thorough forensic investigation, it’s heartbreaking to see Ahsoka defending herself by more denial than statements of fact. She had been in such a distraught place that she has partially given up after fighting so hard in 5.18 and 5.19. She became the calm one between her and Anakin because she is so tired she’s ready to give up. She admits to Padme in the prison cell that she isn’t hopeful about her Republic trial after she has defeated in the Jedi Council. *sigh* that poor girl. (A lot of things makes me go ‘that’s a shame’ in The Wrong Jedi like how they very sensibly deleted clunky scenes that would give a holistic view of other parties like Yoda and Tarkin for pacing’s sake)

BUT obi wan is also right bc coruscant is indeed the heart of the republic and if they let the chancellor get hurt bc they chose to help someone else, people would riot even harder. The senate would be out of control and jedi would be gone even earlier. Bc they aligned themselves with the republic, and bc palpatine pulled the strings so that they were the face of anything that went wrong, they had new responsibilities to those people.

Ahsoka didn’t know obi wan tried, all she saw was the people she considered as family abandoning her. And Obi wan knows if he does choose mandalore over coruscant it will look and feel like he let his emotions get in the way. Which, again, is true. One thing we forget is obi wan is an adult, and one of the best master’s at the time, but ahsoka is just a teenager with trust and self trust issues. It’s her right to be angry, just as it’s obi wan’s right when he is accused of things he didn’t do.

Yes, I think Ahsoka understands what you said here about Coruscant’s importance, and that’s the reason why she went through with the argument is a personal one. If not, It’s even weirder that she would truthfully oppose to saving Coruscant when her two new best friends live there.

To add on your case about Obi-wan’s withdrawal from Mandalore, we have to keep in mind that the last time he did what Ahsoka and Bo-Katan are asking, to go without guidance from the Council, he failed spectacularly. Satine died because of him and he barely escaped himself. That experience alone is enough to cause Obi-wan retreats back into the shelter of the Council.

Your point about their life experiences is very valid. I’m luckily young enough to remember my teen self having the same rivalry with my parents out of spite. That’s probably why it’s weird to see people arguing that one side is right and the other isn’t. The ideology debate is already clear cut enough for me that I would like to explore what the exchange meant to them personally. Especially taking into account the ‘last meeting’ sentiment, why it should be what they are speaking for instead of how they feel?

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

31 and 24 from the smut prompts with gp reader and bottom nat?

Authors note: I really like this request, I almost couldn't stop writing! thank you for sending it in!

Word count: 1091              Nat Masterlist        Marvel Masterlist

For once you could agree with Tonys idea, and you were quite glad he had invited the team over to his place for a day full of fun around his swimming pool and grill. You liked being able to see Natasha like this, and no not just in her bikini, but actually happy. Enjoying where she was and who she's with.

You smile when you feel your girlfriends hand trail up your arm, “Hi baby.”

“Hi dorogoy(sweetheart). Could you get my back?” she asks, holding up a tube of sunscreen

“Of course. Go lay down on one of the lounge chairs.” you tell her as you take the tube from her

You can’t help but smirk as you watch her lay down, her ass stating up in the air briefly, she likes teasing you. You don’t intend on letting her get away with it though. You straddle her thighs before leaning over to whisper in her ear.

“Is someone a little needy?” you ask as your one hand gentle squeezes her ass

A small whimper leaves her at your actions, but she shakes her head. So you sit back up and squeeze some of the sunscreen onto her back causing a chill to run through her. Your hands glide over her Ivory skin, your thumbs paying special attention to the exposed skin right above her bottoms and you make sure to tighten your fingers around the sides of her breasts as your thumbs caress her shoulder blades. A small chuckle leaves you when you feel her clench her thighs beneath you.

“There you go, my love. Ready for a day in the sun.”

She nods, but waits to respond, “Thank you”

“Anything for my baby.” you respond before getting up and promptly walking off to talk with Steve while he was grilling hot dogs and hamburgers. You don’t miss the way Natashas eyes trail up and down your body a few times, or how she bites her bottom lip.

You continue to tease her throughout the afternoon. Letting her see the want in your eyes as you stare at her body that shines with her sweat in the sun, squeezing her thigh as you pass by, whispering little praises in her ear about how good she looks. After a few hours pass she can’t take anymore, so when she hears Pepper mention that there were popsicles and ice cream bars in the freezer in the house she thinks she might soon have the upper hand.

“Wanna come with me to get a popsicle, help us cool off?” she asks in such a sweet tone that you know she's up to something, but you agree

The two of you find yourselves alone in Tonys kitchen, opening your frozen treats. Her emerald eyes stare right at you as her mouth and tongue make messy work of devouring her chosen snack. She can see your jaw tense in order to keep from groaning at the sight of iits melted juice running down her chin.

You calmly walk over to her, keeping eye contact until you step behind her. Your fingertips brush against the bare skin of her hips before grabbing her firmly. “Now you've done it, pretty girl.” you breathe into her ear before nipping at her neck, “I can’t stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly.”

A quiet moan leaves her at your admision, “Can I?”

“You wanna suck me off right here, where all our friends could walk in and see?” you ask as your one hand slips around to her front teasing the waistband of her bottoms

She eagerly nods, “Yes. Please.”

You spin her around, grabbing her popsicle and tossing what remains in the trash, “On your knees then baby.”

She quickly complies, sinking to kneel in front of you. She licks her lips as she becomes level with the bulge in your swim trunks. You smirk as you watch her free your dick, a sigh leaving your lips at her touch. Your hand shoots to grab her hair, pulling her closer to you as her lips wrap around you, her tongue swirling around the tip. A few grunts escape you as her pace quickens, its enough to cause more of her arousal to pool between her thighs.

“Fuck��just like that, doing so good for me”

Her cheeks blush at your praise and you notice her clench her thighs together again before she's causing your head to all back. A gutteral noise leaves you as you thrust into her mouth a few times, but you quickly realize it won’t be enough for you.

“Up against the counter babygirl. I want your ass facing me.” you tell her

Her eyes widen in surprise as she slowly removes her mouth from you, “Here? You sure?”

“I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” you tell her, “Don’t you wanna let Daddy fuck your pretty little pussy?”

Shes on her feet and against the counter faster than you thought possible, “Yes, please.”

You get behind her, letting your dick rub against her, you can feel how wet she is through the swimsuit. “Please what?” you ask, placing a kiss to her shoulder

“Please fuck me. Please Daddy, I need you.” she says as she pushes back into you

Your thumb pulls her suit to the side before you're quickly sliding into her. Controlling her volume is hard when all she can hear is you panting and grunting in her ear as thrust into her. The sounds of her whimpers, your skin against hers and the sounds of her soaking cunt are music to your ears. With the way you're pounding into her and she's squeezing you, you know neither of you will last much longer.

“Hope you brought an extra outfit, because I’m going to fill you up so good these bottoms are guaranteed to be ruined.”

“Oh fuck..yes….please..please.” she begs

You chuckle, “So cute when you want me. You gonna cum with me baby?” She nods and with two final hard thrusts you both tumble over the edge. Her legs tremble as she buries her head in her arms against the countertop. You soothingly rub her back as you continue moving inside her until you both come down.

“Ok, they're taking way too long in there. I’m going to check on them.” Steve announces

“Don’t go in there!” Wanda, Sam and Tony all shout. You laugh as the Russian beneath you turns red in embarrassment. It was worth it.

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[curedeity]

For the bingo game: Hikaru if you haven't done her yet? :)c

Sadie you have given me the greatest gift imagineable. You really just said youre gonna give me everything i could ever want. Buckle up everyone lemme talk about one of my two most hc characters (i actually have an essay in the works about hikaru so i can talk about her for a while)

I think my thoughts about hikaru are pretty well known if youve taken even the slightest glance at my fanfic page. Shes one of my favorite characters, and i think the show and fandom did her dirty.

(Not actually that much of the fandom tbh thats a joke yall are great)

So, metal fusion hikaru. A solid if underutilized character, she has two temporary rivalries and is practically treated as one of the weakest characters on the series (normally around hyoma level but i dont think hyoma ever got wrecked by a no name). Shes used to demonstrate the powers of other bladers by constantly weakening and embarrassing her.

And then she quits battling.

Heres actually where i seem to have a separate take than most of fandom. A lot of people interpret her as having taken on her moms dream of blading and therefore her giving it up is her recognizing her new goals and moving out of her mothers goals.

Other people say she should never have to return to blading bc of trauma (to simplify that interpretation)

I agree with both of these to an extent, but i tend to take a different approach. I think she actually got out from under the expectations of her mother weighing her down all the way back in season 1, where she realized she was battling out of someone elses expectations and not having fun. After that, she proceeds to try (and in my mind succeed) to make beyblade her own joy.

So because of that, i want her to return to blading! Not full time, but i love writing her trying to address her issues and return to just having matches against her friends!

I have a lot of headcanons in regards to that. I innterpret hikaru as avoiding it because of how brutal her last loss was. She thinks that she wont even have a chance to fight, and will be shattered by another loss. She struggles to feel powerful and autonomous. She also is constantly feeling out of place bc she has all these instinct to battle but cant use them.

But she also comes into her own at the wbba and learns to enjoy blading through helping other people. By watching other people have fun, she can also assure herself that the stakes will mever be that high for her again and when she returns she can have fun.

I think iits absolutely sexist of the show to let tsubasa return and not hikaru, and then give tsubasa hikarus rightful job in shogun steel. Im very bitter.

In the terms of dynamics, i love that himaru gets basically adopted by ryo. I wish the show had more scenes of ryo behaving like her father and comforting her rather than hikaru constantly dealing with ryos idiocacy (see @lady-lazagna post about sexism in beyblade for the point about how the female characters are "mothering"). But their bond is very sweet and i think what hikaru needs while trying to deal with her complex feeling about her mom. Ryos a completely different type of parent.

Hikaru and gingka as siblings are also sweet. They have a bit of a rivalry and insult each other and both are a bit dumb (hikaru pretends not to be), but ultimately they care about each ither and are well meaning. I wish hikaru got to actually serve as gingkas rival within show.

And hikaru and madoka. Theyd get along. Theyre both very much moving away from the active blading scene and i think madoka would help hikaru settle into her role, and theyd both understand the others stress. Also theyre just cute and i love them. They should be coworkers.

Anyway i love hearing others interpetations of hikaru, and sadie yknow that yours is one of my favorites. Shes a great character and i wish she got more to do, so ill give her that. Read my hikaru fics on ao3 yall. Thanks again!!!!

[sleepychai-fics]

A Paradise with You - Sucrose x Reader

I found this cute to write, I hope you guys do too

anon just wanted some fluffy sucrose moments

here it is

Words: 714

Enjoy!

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“There you are. I was getting worried that you would be a no show.” You say as sucrose walks up to where you lie under the windrise tree.

“Apologies. I got a little held up in the lab.” She replies as she slides her small bag off her back. She goes to lay down next to you but you pull her on top of you instead. For a brief second, she tenses up, then she lets out a relieved sigh and melts into you fingers, head pressed to your chest with her hair tickling your chin.

“It’s fine. Did you finish what you needed to?” You ask as you begin to thread your fingers through her hair.

“No, I was going to stay a bit longer but I remembered what you told me about overworking myself and I didnt want to lose track of time.”

A few seconds pass before she shoots up with a gasp and a twinkle in her eye. She reaches for her bag, digging through its contents. She pulls out a carefully wrapped package before returning her weight to you, her legs now straddling your hips. “I did finish this mini project I’ve been working on for a couple weeks.”

You watch as she carefully unravels the package. It’s revealed to be a translucent sweet flower, glimmering in the rays of sun that cast down on it between the leaves.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It took me quite a while to find the process of transmuting it. But thankfully Mister Albedo helped me configure the last steps.”

A smile spreads upon seeing her pure happiness at the flower. “Do you think you’ll add it to your paradise?”

Sucrose looks at you. “O-Of course. But only if you come as well.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” The smile doesn’t falter from your lips.

Sucrose avoids eye contact, opting to stare at the blades of grass beside her. “Because… I thought of you while making it. Thought of how open and vulnerable I am around you. At first I thought it was horrifying. But then I came to realise my true feelings towards you.” She turns her gaze to the flower, gently holding it up to a brighter ray of sun. This allows the translucent flower to sparkle and shine with all its might, bedazzling its surrounding area, much like a disco ball would.

“I feel brighter and happier with you, even though I felt completely exposed, I knew that you’d help see past my own flaws.” She lowers it back down, finally returning her gaze to yours. “And I can only hope the same for you.”

You can only gape at her, heart swelling at her words. For a second, Sucrose worries that she overstepped her boundary, completely prepared to pack up and run. But when your gentle fingers touch hers, that thought disintegrates. You tenderly wrap the flower back into it’s package and let it rest atop Sucroses’ bag. Once the two of you break contact with iit, you pull her down into a feverish kiss. It takes Sucrose a good few seconds to regain her composure before she reciprocates the kiss, moving her arms to wrap around your neck. A bright blush is prominent on her face and she thanks the archons that you're too busy kissing the ddayliights out of her to notice.

You barely leave her time to breathe, pressing a kiss over and over on her lips, fuelled by the heartfelt confession. It was completely unexpected and out of the blue, which only further fuelled the fire.

It seemed like a solid few minutes passed before Sucrose was hovering above you, out of breath with red lips joining the shades of red adorning her face. You had your own cacophony of reds displayed on your face, though they were slightly lighter shades than what sucrose had.

Your hands move from their place on her hips and magnetise to her face, cupping her cheeks and gently massaging her cheeks with your thumbs.

“I love you so much, Sucrose. I really do. And I hope you know that.”

Despite the embarrassment simmering in her brain, Sucrose manages a bright, confident smile as she briefly leans down to peck your lips.

“I love you too (Y/n), with all that I am.”

[xxm1m1kyuxx]

korekiiyo shiingujii ana1ysiis

spoii1ers for ndrv3!

iit’s quiite hard to wriite 1iike thiis wiith autocorrect on, so from the 1iine break be1ow ii wii11 not be usiing my typiing quiirk Σ(･口･)

word count (exc1udiing author’s notes): 1,611 words

tota1: 1,717 words

for siimp1iiciity's sake, ii've done thiis on computer so that there's not a wa11 of text

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"You wonder, "Who is this?" Yes... I shall make that clear first. My name is Korekiyo Shinguji... I am called the Ultimate Anthropologist."

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Hello everyone, my name is Milo, and today I’ll be doing my best to cover one of my favorite characters in the Danganronpa universe, Korekiyo Shinguji. He is originally from the 3rd mainline game, New Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony. Since I don’t physically own the game, I’m basing most of this essay entirely on the Danganronpa Wiki page for Shinguji. Please read that if you desire a more lengthy look at his actions from an unbiased perspective since this one leans more towards empathy than hatred. Whoops!

We first properly meet him after talking to everyone else inside of Hope’s Peak. He’s in the main hall and standing away from the doors leading out to the courtyard. When he introduces himself, Shinguji goes on to talk about anthropology and the beauty of humanity. This proceeds to creep Akamatsu out.

Alongside that, in Chapter 3, we are unfortunately forced to see his relationship with his sister. It’s weird and only gets weirder if you spend two of your Free Time events talking to him when you first play as Akamatsu. He’s evaluated that all girls present at the academy would be great “friends” for his sister, barring Iruma and Harukawa. This is because Shinguji believes that Harukawa doesn’t believe in the power of love, and Iruma is just… well, she’s Iruma. Hardly the girl you would want to send home to your parents.

This weird incest plotline is unfortunately present in most Danganronpa games, such as Leon and his cousin (though one-sided on his cousin’s behalf; he didn’t like her), Tsumugi in the Love Hotel (if you consider that canon), and Monotaro & Monophanie (which is then implemented into Gokuharu’s execution, killing them both).

His sister’s name is never disclosed in-game or in any other Danganronpa media, so the fandom dubbed her “Miyadera/Miyatera,” which is an alternate way of reading Shinguji’s last name. The miya character - represented as 宮 - and tera character - 寺 - are both present in Shinguji, 真宮寺. For the rest of this essay/paper, I’ll be referring to his sister as Miyadera, and himself as Shinguji.

I’ll be getting deeper into his mischaracterization later on, but I want to talk about his appearance for now. Mainly, his hair, his mask, and the lipstick he wears. From what we see of Miyadera in Shinguji’s execution, if that is Miyadera at all, we can see that she had long hair, and when Shinguji was turned into a ghost, it was the exact shade of Shinguji’s hair. From here, we can assume that Miyadera looks exactly, if not similar, to Shinguji.

His lipstick and mask are results of representations of his tulpa, Miyadera. Tulpa is defined as “a concept in mysticism and the paranormal of a being or object which is created through spiritual or mental powers.” In much simpler terms, it is an object or living thing that was created/imagined through spiritual/mental abilities. Shinguji gained a tulpa by being beaten half to death by villagers shortly after arriving there. When he was in a state between life and death, he saw his sister, who joined his subconscious and took control of his body whenever his mask was off. It’s why we only see him take off his make once Saihara dubs him the culprit of Chapter 3, and why his voice suddenly took a more feminine tone. A quote from Miyadera, which can be found in the game, is, "Sweet Korekiyo, calm yourself... Their words are all hollow. There is no meaning to any of them... You must teach these ignorant children a lesson."

That statement can be interpreted two ways, one; that she’s trying to calm him down and two; she’s repeating whatever she said to him during childhood. It’s implied that Miyadera passed away from disease sometime before Killing Harmony takes place, which is both a good and bad thing. It’s great because then we have some time frame of how she was and how she acted when Shinguji knew her best.

Whenever I read the quote above, or any of her quotes, to be honest, I am filled with a sense of dread, or even, despair. The following quote especially makes me feel terrible; "Calm yourself, Korekiyo. You mustn't raise your voice. You mustn't stutter. You mustn't lose composure. You mustn't become flustered. You mustn't waver. Look at their horrid faces. This sorry lot is not worth agonizing over."

Have you noticed how she’s setting guidelines on how to defend himself? She’s turning Shinguji’s attention away from Saihara and the trial and to her because she knows that Shinguji trusts her even after all these years.

You might be wondering, “Milo, what the hell does that all have to do with Shinguji?” And I’ll tell you plain and simple: he was abused by Miyadera. Shocking, I know. Having Shinguji rave and rant about being in love with her, only to be a victim? Sadly, it’s very true indeed. Shinguji was most likely groomed and gaslighted into thinking that Miyadera loved him when that was not the case.

Gaslighting is defined as, “[to] manipulate (someone) by psychological means into questioning their own sanity.” From the two quotes I provided, it doesn’t seem to make sense. Miyadera only sounds like a kind, worrisome older sister. Incorrect, I say. She’s emotionally gaslighting him, trying to make him believe that the trial makes no sense and he shouldn’t worry about any of them. I can also bet she used this tactic to control him as a younger person as well.

It’s a well-known fact that children are both impressionable and gullible. If an older sister figure came up to you as a child and told you to do unmentionable things, unfortunately, you might follow her directions. Shinguji states that his sister was a sickly girl who often stayed in the hospital. When she would come home, he’d be at his easiest to manipulate. Why would his dear, sweet, sickly, older sister ever lie to him?

Next, I’m going to be covering his relationships with other students, namely Shuichi Saihara and Rantaro Amami. These will delve further into spoiler territory, so if you didn’t already read the warnings I put in place, here is your extra warning for spoilers for Chapter 3 of Killing Harmony.

To start with, I’ll be exploring his poorer relationships first. Most of the girls fit into this category, namely Iruma, Harukawa, Chabashira, and Yonaga - that means he has a terrible standing with four of the eight girls present at the beginning of Killing Harmony, five if you count Yumeno’s way of dealing with Chabashira’s murder. Shinguji even taunts her once they solve that mystery, stating, “Let me guess, you’ll never forgive me. Himiko, you must hate me so very much right now. Maybe you’d feel better if I was executed by Monokuma…”

Shinguji has a poor relationship with Iruma and Harukawa due to seeing them as “unfit” to be “friends” with Miyadera. He has a poor relationship with Chabashira because he’s a degenerate male, but he still thinks she made a good friend for his sister. His poor relationship with Yonaga is shown in Chapter 3 when Yonaga forms the student council. Once again, I’m making amends to some parts of the characters. I’ll be referring to Yonaga’s god as God, simply because Atua is an actual Polynesian god in real life. Shinguji doesn’t worship any god, and so wants to study Yonaga’s God purely for anthropologic purposes. This displeases Yonaga, who then states that God's business hours are closed for the day. In Chapter 3 when Yumeno brings up Yonaga’s God, he simply asks whether or not they’re done talking about it, cementing his distrust in faith.

Next, I’ll cover his better relationships. Akamatsu isn’t too terribly creeped out by him and instead sees Shinguji as a kind guy who cares about his sister. Akamatsu even apologizes for saying that Shinguji would be into inc*st, this event either taking place in his first or second Free Time event. I’m saving his and Saihara’s relationship for last since I’ll have the most to write about then. Instead, please enjoy the news that in the events of Ultimate Talent Development Plan (UTDP for typing purposes), Shinguji and Amami are actually great friends. In Amami’s first free time event, he tells Akamatsu that Korekiyo has a strong personality, but she’ll be able to understand him plenty if she takes time to. It’s also stated that Amami emphasizes that Shinguji is also the calm and clever type.

Lastly, I’ll be exploring his relationship with Saihara. It’s slightly rocky, if only because Shinguji hasn’t let go of his sister yet, but it’s miles better than his relationship with Chabashira. Slight side note before we begin, I’ll be discounting the Love Hotel scene mostly because I’m a minor and I don’t feel completely comfortable having to watch that simply because I’m writing an analysis. As the game progresses to Chapter 3, Shinguji and Saihara have built trust between themselves. While Saihara still found Shinguji creepy, he [Saihara] never discounted him simply for existing. There was even a point where Shinguji offered to help Saihara communicate with Akamatsu from beyond the grave, though he was turned down.

Korekiyo Shinguji is a misunderstood and somewhat tragic character who usually gets disregarded and uncredited all because people do not like him. However he’s not an “uwu soft twamatized bean <3” either. He’s a strong character who has questionable morals at best and a terrible representation of an abused character at worst.

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thank you for readiing!! p1ease make sure to get a hea1thy amount of s1eep and that you do have a cup of water and some food, you deserve iit!!

sources:

- https://danganronpa.fandom.com/wiki/Korekiyo_Shinguji

- https://www.quotev.com/story/7873923/Danganronpa-Class-Trials/73 (siide note: how fucked up iis iit that ii was on1y ab1e to fiind a transcriiptiion of the triia1 on quotev)

[speedypandaweasel]

One Big Adventure - a Wilford Warfstache and Abe story (Non-Ship) (2,914 Words)

Thank you for the request @canceltheact! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Dazed images fog up the minds of two *very* hungover men as they stagger their way up to the apartment. Abe fumbles his way through the door and over strewn clothes. He continues on and manages to put together the kaleidoscope of scenery that is right in front of him. To his left, a saggy sofa sits and a cheap TV dangerously hangs off the stripping wallpaper by a thread. To his right, a grimy kitchen is on display which even the worst chef in the world wouldn't waste his time in. The other man, however, is blabbering away, slurring his words like a car on an icy motorway. "HA!, I tell *hick* you Abe, I'm so glad I remembered you, you see *hick*, I can't even remember where I put my-" Aaaand he's gone. His body moulds into the cushions that poorly support his droopy frame, and his scuffed platform boots dangle over the side. Abe smiles, slightly soberer than before. Who would have thought that this stock still of a man, whose only aesthetics were the colour beige and veterans, would somehow have a goofy, lighter side to him? All the criminals he's met and caught among the years...

Hold up, has he met anyone? He can't remember any experiences where he HAS met any, so why did he think that? Hm, must be the Tequila talking. Abe hopscotches over the empty Wine and Martini bottles that are decorated across the stained carpet. Damm, William has not been taking care of himself. Mind you, neither has he so he can't really say anything. He arrives into the walk-in kitchen and opens a dusty cupboard. His tired eyes only meet with shot and tumbler glasses.

How much does this Man drink!? Shuffling used plates and greasy cutlery out of the way, he fills a scotch glass with water. Dowsing the liquid felt like heaven. His exhausted physique felt like a body that's been stuck in the desert for a considerable amount of time and didn't know it needed water to survive. Oh, now he feels the headache coming on.

Reader, you know when water tastes funny? It's because your brain hasn't been receiving enough H20 because you've been drinking too many energy drinks. Yeah, that feeling is exactly what Abe is feeling right now. CONTINUING ON!

The scotch glass watches from the draining board whilst the Detective plays the quietest game of the floor is lava, whilst the moustached man is making much more noise. He manages to reach a corridor which he thinks leads towards the bedroom and tiptoes down the tight hall to find a vacant room. On the way, he passes another room. It was Barnum's. His mind was split in two, Does he go in? Or stay out? Through the crack in the door, the catastrophe has indeed spread into his sleeping quarters. A mountain of flamboyant disco clothes gathers dust in front of his Chester draws, the bed's not made and more liquor bottles are having a social gathering on top. Oh William, you may be a murderer, but you need to prioritise yourself. He takes a last look at his passed out flatmate down the hallway, before shutting the guest bedroom door. Grey. It's all he's met with. Much like his exterior. He slips his shoes off and starts to unbutton his off-white shirt. he runs a hand down his chest and over the scar. How the Hell did he survive that? He can't be bothered to go into it right now, he's too tired. He snuggles into bed and does the infamous cold bed dance.

You know the one.

Abe gets out of the tempting bed once more and walks back into the living room. He creeps over to William, the man's mouth catching flies. He carefully takes his enormous shoes off and places them on the floor. Barnum's mismatch socks disappear underneath the blanket. "Night William."

~ A gorgeous smell of Breakfast wanders its way through the apartment and Abe groggily wakes up. His eyes peel open and with a yawn, he trudges through to the living room. Remembering from earlier this morning, he needed to position himself for his dance routine around the non-existent floor. "What are you doing my main man?" Barnum brightly asks, a hearty chuckle accompanies the question. Resided in the pristine kitchen, his big, strong hand holds a Skillet and two China plates are centred on the pebble grey marble island. Abe, however, is currently squatting as though he was playing a game of leapfrog with some imaginary friends. The Detective goes to jump but then is taken back at the sight. The apartment is now spick and span, no more Wine Bottles, no more strewn clothes. The windows are tied wide open and it overlooks the sketchy neighbourhood that they reside in. "How did you do this?" "Do what?" "You know, clean up this quickly?" Barnum checks his watch. It's 7:30 am "Oh well you see, I ironed a nice pair of jeans and found a lovely dandelion coloured shirt. Accompanied by some rainbow braces I think I look quite dashing don't you think so?" "No William, I-I mean the Apartm-AAH!" Abe clings his hand over his head, damm this- "Headache is killing you?" William slides a glass of water over with an Aspirin pill. "And no, I didn't clean the apartment, she did." Wilford looks- wait, why are you looking at me!? "Anywho, we need to get going my slightly hungover companion! But first, breakfast!" Wilford sets a serving plate down of a full English Breakfast: Sausage, an Egg, two cooked Tomatoes, Bacon rashes, Baked Beans and a slice of Buttered Toast. Wow. He didn't know William could cook? The two men got stuck in right away and the TV is turned on. Two bright and very similar faces appear on the screen "Badgers the secret Killer?... And now for the weather, Jim?"

The camera pans to, what they believe, is Jim. Their face resembles a deer in headlights. "I swear, they don't know what they're doing. It's hilarious!" The Detective says with a mouthful of Toast. Barnum laughs, wipes his mouth with a napkin and takes a swig of his Orange juice. "Right! I mean, who is their boss anyway?!" The men eat and laugh their way through their plates talking about what topics they would cover if they were reporters. After a while, they both recline back into their bar stools and the cook starts to tidy up the dirty dishes. "Oh, no, let me do it. It's the least I can do." "You're alright my man, I've got this. Besides, you need to freshen up!" "But whe-'" "First door on your left"

They share a light chuckle. "Thanks Wilford, I really appreciated that," Abe says before going back down the hallway, whilst Wilford rolls his sleeves up and starts to clean the less-silver cutlery.

He smiles. That's the first time he's ever said that to him. "No problem Abe."

~

The passenger door slams shut on the Detective's Vintage SUV and Wiford pulls out a gigantic map from his pocket. This map includes hundreds of paths scrawled with crayons and a hint of Martini can be smelt.

"Are you sure, you know where you're going?" Abe questions. Judging by what that map reads, they are going to get lost very easily.

"Of course I know where I'm going! I am Wilford Motherloving Warftsache after all." A pang of guilt hits the Detective, he genuinely can't remember who he was.

"Ok, Wil, you can drive."

After playing at least 3 rounds of rock paper scissors, or when Wilford won, Abe hesitantly let the murderer drive. God knows where though.

Wilford excitedly thrust the keys into the ignition. He couldn't wait for what the day entailed!

"Careful Willford, you're gonna break the keys!" Abe says through gritted teeth.

"Oh pah-lease! I know how to drive" he retaliates. His brown boot floors the pedal and reverses straight into the iron fence.

"Yep, it's working."

The Detectives face, now pale, grips tighter onto his seatbelt and his feet are glued to the floor. "Wil, of course it's working. Now, step on the ga- nope, that's the brakes Wilford."

Pedestrians quiver in fear as they see a horribly driven brown vehicle screech to a stop and then start again. They have to clamp down on their ears as the monster of a car drives past them down the alleyway, swerving left and right much like the driver's speech the other night.

The SUV survives to the end of the road and dents a stop sign perched, well once, straight on the kerb.

"Will, which route are we taking?" Abe asks as he takes the map from the driver's hands.

"It's the one marked Highway of Life, it's gonna be a good one, trust you me."

"Well, this has got off to a surprising start so why not go for an adventure?" Abe says. He's given up at this point.

~

"LIFE IS A HIIIGHHWWAYY! I WWAAANNNA RRIIDDEE IIT ALLL NIIGGHTT LOOOOONNGG!" The two pop stars start belting out of the car as Wilford drives them to their last stop. Who would have thought that two polar opposites positions of the law would be in the same car together, let alone blasting Disney songs out of the car.

Wilford's hair whips away from his face as the SUV's top winds down.

"LIFE NEEDS A BIT OF MADNESS EH ABE?"

"HELL YEAH IT DOES"

The Afternoon sun blazes down onto their blacked-out sunglasses and the Golden Gate bridge paints a picture for the Detective that prescribes him with a carefree attitude.

Life was his to choose and he was here for it.

~

The SUV turns off the Highway onto Richmond Street. The Afternoon sun glowing dimmer.

Just in time.

Now reader, if you haven't read my WKM Tumblr Song series, then you won't understand this next section.

The SUV passes bountiful shrubberies and picket fences. Cherry Blossom dust drift its way into the car and Wilford starts to tear up.

"You ok Buddy?"

"Yeah, I'm ok." After all his years of interrogation, Abe knows that that answer was a lie. Yet, he didn't want to push it.

The car comes to a halt and is parked underneath a summer coated oak tree.

"Why'd we stop?"

"I want to show you something."

Abe opens the vintage door and steps out. In front of him, wildflowers and grass sway on the cliffs breeze and small pink flowers grow on its edge. Overhead, a sea glistens with sunlight rays and pink and amber hues dust the sky.

Man, this is enough to make a grown man cry.

The cars driver door can be heard shutting and a shadow walks up behind him. An intimate silence roots itself between the two men.

"You may be wondering why I brought you here."

Abe nods, still looking forward, yet intriguingly listening.

The man sighs, "I used to come here all the time as a young lad. We used to have picnics and dance until dawn. We were so free up here. Away from life, away from Duty, and she was away from Him, that was all that mattered. "

His voice breaks.

"But things change, people change and suddenly, I couldn't do that anymore.

That's why I want you to see it."

Wilford wanders over to their spot and picks up one of the pink flowers sprouting through the grass.

"You may have thought of us as the scum of the Earth Detective. But there are two sides to every story."

The Detective joins the Murderer and puts a hand on his shoulder.

Wilford chuckles. The last time he was here, he was completely and utterly alone. He was like- like a freshly born fawn still trying to find his legs into this world that didn't make sense.

But now...but now things are looking a little brighter.

"If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, just name it."

"You can't do anything really, it's just the way this messed up world works."

The two friends sit down in the grass, making fresh new imprints into the cliff edge, next to two fading ones.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure" "How many people have I killed?"

...

That question lingers in the air for an uncomfortably long time. All that can be heard are the lapping of the waves below them and the occasional swallow talking in the trees.

...

"I don- don't know Wilford," Abe breaks the silence, "I should know, but I-I don't.

...

Abe looks at Wilford, his broken and tear-stained eyes manage to glance back before returning to look out at the sunset.

Abe must do something here. But what? He said himself that nothing can be done so what can he do?

He reminisces on the day they were reunited. So much anger, so much confusion. But Wil was so cheerful, not a care in the world!

Now look at him.

And it was all his fault. If only he didn't get involved...

A second flashes by and Abe does something he should have done the second Will did it.

He hugs Him.

...

"I'm sorry Will."

...

Moments cling on for seems like forever and the embrace is broken. The two tear-stained friends look up.

The afternoon sun has now gone beneath the horizon and is replaced with the all too familiar twilight scenery, which glows softly for miles and miles, each star a lantern that has been entrusted with keeping something special.

"There was another reason why I wanted to bring you here."

Wilford wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "Do you see that star, the big one?"

"Yeah" "That's the Evening Star. That Star is the reason why I have hope. And now I want to share that hope with you. I know we got off the wrong foot but since we're in the same boat now, I think it's time I opened up about where I've actually been."

Abe swallows, this man is truly broken, and he can't do anything about it.

"Thank you for trusting me." "We're not done yet. It's your turn!" "What?" "Make a wish." Cautiously, the Detective slowly stands up from his permanent grassy imprint and walks towards the cliff's edge. The man looks around and sees only patches of shrubbery and wildflowers.

And his newfound friend encouraging him to proceed.

He clasps his hands together and wishes hard. His eyes scrunch together as he becomes a child once more as well. His once tight shoulders have finally become relaxed. After so many years of searching for answers, he doesn't need to worry any more.

A single tear is swept away from the Murderers face as he watches on from the patch of grass. He remembers that feeling and the dream he wished for all those years ago. Yet now, his wish is slowly changing.

Granted, he can't remember who he was but bully does he know what he wants to be. And being here for him, at this very moment, is a wonderful way to start it.

Abe's hands fall to his side and he stares out onto the ever stretching view. His feet are glued to the spot and his mind is only fixated on that one goal. Wilford slowly joins his side, already having a hunch on what he dearly wants.

"What did you wish for?" The Murderer asks.

The Detective huckles, "Now if I told you, it wouldn't come true, would it?"

"Very true my friend."

Little did the men know that their newly found wishes were the same.

"Don't you mean, Best Friend?"

CRACK

The heartwarming moment is abruptly stopped by the sky blasting wide open and millions of sounds exploding across the cliff. The light breeze has rapidly sped up into a storm and is propelling thick gusts upon the two.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL NOW!?" Wilford yells at the hole, completely unfazed.

"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS!?" Abe yells at his Friend.

"OF COURSE I DO, IT'S TIME FOR WORK."

"WORK!? SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A JOB!?"

"WE ALL HAVE A JOB - WE'RE ACTORS! I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING IF WE DON'T GET SPLIT UP."

"IF WE DONT GET SPLIT UP!? WHERE ARE WE GOING!?" "I HAVE NO IDEA! BUT THAT'S THE FUN OF IT! AFTER THREE, WE WALK IN."

"ARE YOU CRAZY WE'RE GONNA FALL!"

"TRUST ME, WE WON'T."

Wilford grabs Abe's hand and he stares at him. Abe stares back, fear-stricken. Finally, he nods.

"TOGETHER?" "TOGETHER."

"ONE"

"TWO"

"THREE!!!!" The two Actors charge straight over the cliff and into the blinding light.

~

Wilford finds himself in some kind of leather chair with neon lights surrounding him. A script in one and his prop gun in his other.

No pants on, no wonder he feels too comfortable.

He scans his scene and sees his co-actor, Kathryn, running her lines on the other side of the room.

A chair sits opposite him and behind that, a red T-30 minutes until showtime sign is displayed for him.

Abe, however, isn't needed on set yet. His adventure hasn't begun.

But both of their characters will have to cross at one point or another, it's just a matter of time. Yet for a fact, no one can edit their Friendship; Their Joint Wish.

Because, as they say, Life is a road that you're travelling on, when there's one day here, and the next day gone.

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𝕀 𝕞𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝

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I hope you like it ;)

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"Seriously you need to calm down" My friend Luna says.

"I'm trying but, the vamps is going to do a presentation and you know how i love that band" I say looking in every direction just to being attentive.

"The band or the principal vocalist? What was his name... Bradsey Braden, Bruno?"

"Bradley" i correct her rolling my eyes "and yes, maybe i have a crush on him but i really love the band too" i cross my arms.

"Sure, of course" She laugh and we walk searching for a place to buy a two bottles od water.

Maybe she gets a point, i have a big crush on the leader singer but since i was sixteen i wanted to come to one of them concerts and now that i have twenty-two, i have my own money so i could came and watch them.

"Where's the fucking store. I'm tired" i complain

"That's filthy language, miss" i hear a masculine voice behind me.

"Well, that's not your bussi-" i turn on my heel and shut myself up when i see the owner of the voice.

"Do i have something in my face?" He laughs a little.

"No but, she is your biggest fan" Luna says while i'm just petrified.

"Really?" He asks.

"Not your biggest fan but yes, i'm fan" I smile softly and look at his eyes.

Bradley Will Simpson is in front of me, looking at me and talking to me! Ok, y/n control yourself. Keep calm.

"I would say my name but you know it already so... What's yours?" He looks at luna and then looks at me.

"She's the beauty and perfect y/n and i'm Luna who is leaving now because needs a bottle of water" Luna says and leaves me alone with Brad after wink at me.

"It's a beautifull name, y/n" He smiles.

"Thanks" i smirk. After a few seconds of looks i decide to say something more to break the silence. "So... are you exciting for your presetantion?"

"Yes but, i'm so nervous too" he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

"You? Nervous?" I put my hands inside my pockets.

"Yes, we are going to play some of our firsts songs and-" he walks closer to me "i shouldn't being telling you this but, held by me is really hard to sing" he whispers on my ear.

"Omg! I love that song" i say in a happy tone.

"Everybody says that" he laughs shortly "but it's really hard to sing, i swear"

"I believe you, due to your vocal range?"

"I think so, do you know something about music?"

"Oh yeah, Of course, my bottles of shampoo and my sponge are impressed" i joke.

"You're funny" He laughs.

"That's the point so, thanks for notice"

"You're welcome" we keep looking into each others eyes in a competely silence, but it's not an uncomfortable one. Is just a silence when you have a lot to say but decide to take a little moment to enjoy and appreciate the company.

"So..." He breaks the silence "i guess your friend and you will come to our presentation"

"Yes, that's the plan but first i think i have to find her. See you later, Brad" i smile and start walking to wherever my friend is.

"Wait!" Brad grabs my hand.

"Yes?" I laugh a little and stop walking.

"Do you want to come to our dressing room when the perfomance is over?"

"Amm... and my friend? I can't leave her alone"

"Of course" Brad smirks "She is invited too"

"Well... being so, okay"

"Amazing" he lends me a pen "write your name and your last name in my hand. And your friend's too, of course. I will tell the guard to put your names on the list"

"Oki doki" i did what he said.

"See you soon. Was really pleasure meeting you"

"You too" i smirk and then we both get away form each other.

He is so much Hoter in person. And i can't not think about what it would it be like to have a date with him. I know It's like an impossible think but yes... a girl can dream.

"Where have you been all this time" I way to my friend who now is in front of me next to a hot dog stand.

"Well... you too were talking and i didn't wanna interrupt and being a violinist so i went for the water and then i came here for a hot dog" she took the food when the seller give it to her and after pay she give it a big bit.e Like a dinosaur bite.

"Ok but. I have news and i don't know if you will like it"

"Spit it out. You know i hate when you go around" She continues eating her hot dog.

"Brad invited us to go to the vamp's dress room after the perfomance"

"And...?"

"I said yes, of course" i roll my eyes.

"And what's the problem" she frowns.

"Amm, that i said "yes" without asking you" i shrug.

"You're stupid" burst of laughter.

"Why?" I ask confused.

"Because of course i want to go with you. If you had said no i would punch you in the face right now for idiot".

I burst of laugher too.

"Come on, we have to see their perfomance" she says

“Walk, bitch. I follow you” i answer.

We walk to the place of their perfomance and we cut through the crowd to get to the front. After 30 minutes they came to the stage and started to fo their actuation.

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I have yo say that the perfomance was really and completely fantastic! Amazing! Wonderfull! I need more adjetives to describe how unbelievable it was. They sang like 7 songs incluiding Held by me wich is one of my favorites. 

I scream all the songs at the top my lungs and Luna just danced them, she is not a big fan, she just came here to see the other performances and i came here just to see them. But that doesn't mean that she didn't enjoy it.

"Y/n?" Luna take my hand and we start walking to the the vamp's dress room.

"Yes?" I looked at her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, why shouldn't i be?"

"I don't know. You're just like with your mind in another planet" she giggle

"I'm just-"

"Nervous?"

"Yes, you know where are we going?" My hands start shaking.

"Hey... keep calm, they are just guys, Brad is just a guy"

"It's not just a guy, is Bradley William Simpson, i've had a crush with him since i know about his existence"

"I know but, he's still being a person. And a guy too so if he invited you was because he liked you"

"Thank you" I say sacastically.

"Why are you using that tone?" She frown.

"Because you made me more nervous than before" i sigh.

"I'm sorry, was not my intention" Luna shrugs and knock the door.

"Come in!" Someone screams from inside.

Luna opens the door and i enter with her, My heart is beating faster than ever.

"Hi girls" Brad says.

"Hi" i answer and he walks closer to me.

"They are Tristan, James and Connor" He points to each one.

"I'm y/n and she's luna" i introduce us both.

"Nice to meet you" James says and Tris walks to luna

"Do you want something to drink?" Tris asks Luna.

"Yes, please" She answers.

"We finished all the bottles of water, Tris" Connor Says.

"No problem, i can go for more" Brad says and looks at me "Wanna go with me?"

"Yes" I nod and I go with him to a room where they keep food, water bottles and other things. There are a lot of boxes and we don't know what is the box of the water bottles.

"I didn't know there were so many boxes" He laughs

"Yeah, there's a lot" i laugh

"Okay, Let's try with the top box"

"Brad, neither of us can reach that box"

"I know but i can carry you so you can reach it, iit's okay?"

"Yeah, okay" i nod and he grabs my waist to carry me and help me reach the box but that stack is too unstable so wen i tried to reach it all of that boxes end up on the floor like me and Brad. The only difference is that i was on top of Brad. We both burst of laugh and he looks at my eyes.

"Are you okay" He laugh.

"Yes" i look at his eyes laughing "I'm sorry, did i hurt you?" Neither of us make a move.

"No, i'm okay" He puts a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Thanks god" I murmur and look at his lips.

"Yeah... Thanks god" He murmurs and then kisses me, i kiss him back hypnotized by the way our lips move together in sync.

We change positions, now he is in top of me kissing my neck and caressing my waist and as much as I want to stay like this with him, this is not the time.

"Brad, stop" i murmur and he keeps his lips on my neck.

"What?" he murmurs.

"Brad, stop please" i push his body away from mine and after getting up i run through the hall, i open the door of the dress room and there's my friend. "Luna" i say fastly.

"Hey, are you okay?" she walks forwards me.

"Can we leave now?" I look at her.

"What?" She frowns.

"Please..." I beg.

"Y/n!" Brad run through the Hall.

"Okay okay, Bye guys" She grabs my hand and we start runing, we don't stop until we live that pleace and we're hiding of Brad behind a sausage stand.

"Are you gonna tell me what is happening?" She asks.

"He just wanted to fuck me, there's nothing more to say"

"What?!" She yells

"Shh" i use my hand to cover her mouth.

"Are you serious?" she murmur.

"Yes" i sigh. "Can we go home?"

She nods an we start walking to her car, i don't want to stay in this festival.

"y/n! Stop please!" He runs trying to reach me and when he does he grabs my hand.

"No Brad, i got it. you just want a one night thing"

"I'll be in the car" Luna says and gets in the car.

"That's not the truth" He sighs "i'm sorry, i don't want you to think i'm a Jerk"

"I' not a one night girl" I shrug "i'm sorry but i'm not like that"

"I don't want you to be like that, i really wanted to ask you to go on a date with me. Is just... i really like you, you were on top of me and that really turned me on so i kissed your neck but i didn't want to have sex with you there, i swear"

"So... you wanna have a date with me?" i ask

"Yes, of course yes" he smiles softly and run a hand through his hair "I'm sorry again, please believe me"

I sigh and look at his eyes "give me your phone"

"Why?" he frowns.

"I'm going to put my number on it, you want a date or not?" i asks and he lends me his phone fastly, i put my number on it and then i give it back to him "I like roses, by the way" I smile.

"At seven is okay?" he smiles.

"Yes, don't be late" i smile and then i get in the car, Luna starts driving and i look at the window.

"So?" She asks.

"I have a date with Bradley Simpson" i answer in to giggles.

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Hello, i'm sorry for being so innactive, i've had a lot of things to do but i'm back. Love you all and i hope you enjoy this one.

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Ridin’ and Rollin’

Pairings: Taeyong x reader

Words: 1K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), drinking, very very slight smut/insinuation of sex

Short One Shot: Ew. This was kind of weird for me to write, I totally cringed throughout the whole thing, but enjoy I guess.

You and your best friend were spending a well-deserved day off in town. Walking downtown aimlessly you wanted something to do.

“How ’bout we hit up a club?” Y/bf/N suggested.

“I don’t know, those aren’t really my scene. You know that.” You tried to convince her, “How about we just go to a movie? That’s relaxing.”

“I don’t want relaxing though! Let’s go and party, meet some new people, maybe a potential boyfriend!” She wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Y/bf/N, don’t even bring him up.”

“Why? It’s been a year, you need to get out there again or you’re going to become the residential cat lady.” She teased.

“And what’s wrong with that? I happen to like cats a whole lot, thank you very much.“ You retorted. “Really it's just a bunch of random drunk people humping each other. Do you really want that?”

“Well I’ll be just as drunk, so yes, I want that. Maybe I’ll even get some action tonight.” She playfully shoved you.

“Ewwww! Y/bf/N! I definitely didn’t want to hear that.”

“Hey it’s a great opportunity to get drunk off of free drinks, you’re pretty enough for iit.”

“Stop it.” You playfully smacked her, “flattery will get you nowhere. Besides, free drinks might have just convinced me. But don’t you dare ditch me again.”

“Alright! Let's get you dolled up!” she squealed, ignoring the last part.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?”

Y/bf/N gave you a look, “Do you really want me to answer that?”

You shook your head and your best friend dragged you off.

“Score! Ladies get in free night!” Y/bf/N yelled shaking your shoulder a bit, “Let’s get wrecked!” She giggled, pulling you to the bar.

“Two shots of vodka please.” Y/bf/N shouted over the club music. 

“Are you sure you can handle that?” A snort came from your right, “How about you let me buy you a Sex on the Beach?”

You gave the attractive white haired man a once-over, “No thanks. I can handle myself, but you look like you need a nice virgin rum and coke.” You gave him a smart mouth answer with a bit of a scowl.

You hadn’t even had anything to drink yet and you were already acting up. Although you could safely say that it was misdirected animosity for his uncanny resemblance to your ex. 

The man snickered with a bit of a shrug, “Yeah, I guess I deserved that one. I’m Taeyong.” He admitted, shoving his hand in your face. You blatantly ignored him grabbing the shot the bartender slid to you, knocking it back before turning your back on him without a word.

You scanned the floor and found Y/bf/N already attached to someone, the two getting real friendly. Only 15 minutes in the club and she had already found someone. How does she do it?

“You wanna dance?” a voice interrupted your internal dialogue.

Taeyong.

“Look I don’t know what your deal is, but I don’t want to drink or dance with you.” You said coldly, trying to escape the conversation.

“Woah, woah, woah. Hey, sorry if I insulted you , I didn't think you’d take it so personal.” He said slightly offended. 

“Sorry, it’s not you, well… kind of. You just remind me of my ex.”

“Well that’s unfortunate isn’t it? Lucky for you, I’m nothing like your ex.”

“How would you know?” You shot back, getting more comfortable with him.

“Because I’d never be stupid enough to let go of you.” He smiled cheesily.

“Ooh-hoo! Wow you’re a smooth one aren’t you?” you laughed.

“Well, what can I say?”

“Does it work on all the girls you hit on in bars?”

“No, I only use them on the pretty ones.” he winked.

“Ew, no. That one was a little too cheesy.”

“Yeah. I saw that one coming,” he shrugged, “So you up for a drink now? I’ll buy whatever you want.”

You gave him a wry smile, “Yeah, I’ll have Sex on the Beach.”

He raised his eyebrows and let out a laugh, “I guess I hit a little too close to home the first time didn’t I?” You just shrugged and made your way to the bar.

After chatting it up with each other and a couple of drinks later, the two of you were drunk as hell.

“How ‘bout that dance?” He giggled at you, he was definitely a happy drunk.

“Yeah! Let me teach you my sick moves!” You yelled back laughing your head off. The two of you danced crazily with moves that no one even thought were possible to screw up so bad, but you guys had fun.

Soon enough you got tired out and was left hanging on to his body. Unfortunately you were so drunk that you started to feel him up. “Wow, someone’s a big boy, work out much?” you flirted as you ran your hands over his chest.

His head was thrown back and he was laughing his ass off. “Mmmm…” was the only reply.

Hearing this, you wanted to get a better reaction out of him, turning around and grinding on him with your arms still wrapped around his neck. You pulled his head down to the crevice of your neck when you heard the moan he couldn’t help but release.

His hands gripped your waist tighter pulling you closer to his body. You could feel his arousal in his pants straining against the tight restraint of his jeans. 

His moans were muffled in your neck as he left love bites on your sensitive skin, you couldn’t help but let the moan escape from your lips. “Taeyong.”

When he heard his name fall from your lips, he turned you around and looked at you, lust darkening his eyes. With that look you knew it was going to be a long night.

You no longer had to worry about Y/bf/N leaving you without a ride, because you were about to have the ride of your life.

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[beanfic]

I Got You

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, anxiety, but some good ol’ fluff at the end :)

Request: can you write me a wanda fic where one of us has a bad break up or date or just something sad and the other goes to them to feel better and they spend all night talking and maybe someone admits feelings👀 - @blackbeanietyler​

Author’s note: My first wanda fic!! I loved writing for her, and hopefully I did this request some justice!! I think I will definitely write for Wanda more often in the future!! Hope you all enjoy :)  

“Hopefully we can have another date?” they whispered into your ear as they dropped you off in front of your apartment. Your body shuddered at the thought of another horrendous date with this person. 

“Maybe!” you responded with a fake smile as you quickly turned around to unlock your front door. You could sense that they were still standing behind you, and you wished they would leave. The date did not go well, and you were practically holding in an anxiety attack.

“Well, bye, I guess?” you heard their voice say, followed by footsteps thankfully. You pushed yourself inside your apartment and let out a deep breath that you were holding in. You were shaking, and you needed to sit down before you were doing to pass out. You grabbed your blanket and wrapped yourself up and cuddled up on your couch. 

This was one of the first dates you had gone on from a dating website, and you were certain that you were never going to do it again. Online dating was just not for you. It was impossible to enjoy yourself with someone you don’t even know. Yes, you swiped right on them, but that was because their profile interested you! They had some of the same hobbies as you, as well as liked most of the same music and movies. Unfortunately, their personality was horrible. 

They talked about their exes for half of the dinner, which you ended up paying for the entire thing. You have nothing against paying for yourself, but they were the one who invited you in the first place and you really weren’t in the financial place to pay for both of your guys meals. They also talked about how “different” you were compared to your profile, and it just made you feel bad inside. You thought that you did a wonderful job at posting real pictures of yourself, and only telling the truth. You tried to not let their comments get to you, but the more you thought about the terrible date, the more you wanted to cry. 

“I’m never doing this again,” you mumble to yourself, wiping a few stray years away. You didn’t really feel like being alone all night in your a[apartment with your thoughts, so you decided to call your best friend and see if they would be able to come over and comfort you. You picked up your cell and dialed Wanda’s number. The contact, named only ‘Maximoff’, went full screen as the familiar dialing sound filled your ears.

“Y/N!” her voice chirped on the other end. “How was the date?”

“Wanda, it was horrible. The worst thing I have ever put myself through.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that. What happened?”

“So much, I thought it was going well but they just kept talking about their exes and making these snide comments about my profile.” Your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

“Y/N,” Wanda sighed. “Do you need me to come over?”

“Yes, please.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see you. “I just really need you right now.” 

“I’ll be over in five, let me just notify the team and I’ll be there soon, okay? Do you need me to bring anything, like food?”

“I think I’m okay, thank you though. See you soon.”

“IIt’s gonna be okay! I got you.” Her voice was soft and you instantly felt warmer on the inside. Wanda always had that effect on you. She hung up and you were once again filled with the empty silence of your apartment. You curled up more underneath your blanket, and slowly let the tears fall, hoping to get them done with before Wanda came over. You hated having her see you cry, mostly because you could sense that it hurt her to see you hurting, and you never wanted to be the cause of her hurting. 

After what seemed like forever, the door to your apartment slowly opened. You jumped at first, thinking it was the person from your date, but you relaxed once you caught sight of Wanda’s red hair. She was wearing a black sweatshirt and leggings, much different than her usual outfits she wears, usually in case of being called out for a mission.

“You look cozy,” you spoke from your couch. You watched Wanda’s eyes soften as she spotted you underneath the blankets.

“I could say the same about you,” she teased. She set down her bag by the front door and came over to the couch. She laid underneath the blankets and wrapped her arms around you, resting her head on your shoulder. You felt warmth rise through your body, and you knew that she was using her powers to warm you up.

“Thank you,” you whispered as she stopped her powers. You did feel much more relaxed, and less panicky. 

“Anything for you, like I said on the phone, I got you.” She wiped a strand of hair away from your forehead. “Do you want to talk about the date?”

“I guess.”

“You don’t have to, Y/N. No pressure.”

“I guess I’m just disappointed in myself. Like I felt like I had to go on this date, but it was just so horrible and I think I decided that online dating is not for me.”

“What do you mean you ‘felt like’ you had to go on this date?” Wanda asked. You nibbled on your bottom lip as you thought. 

“I think I was just trying to go on this date to try to get over someone that I have feelings for.” You spoke slowly. This was the first time you had ever admitted to that out loud.

“What do you mean?” Wanda shuffled on the couch so that her face was looking directly at you. Your eyes wandered in hers.

“I have feelings for this girl, and I’ve been afraid to pursue them because I don’t want to ruin anything, so I thought maybe online dating would work, but obviously not.”

“Who do you have feelings for?” Wanda’s eyes danced across your face, trying to get a better reading but to no avail. She knew she could just go inside and see your thoughts, but that was an invasion of privacy and she would never do that to you.

“Oh, um,” you stuttered. “You.” You quickly grabbed the blanket and pulled it up above your head so you were hiding. “Please don’t hate me.” You could hear Wanda giggle.

“Y/N, I could never hate you. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me though.” She grabbed the blanket and pulled it down so she could see your eyes once again. 

“I don’t think I have ever said that out loud before.”

“Well, I feel honored,” she smiled. “Can I confess something to you?”

“Um, sure,” you nodded softly. 

“I like you too, Y/N! I’m also just as horrible at expressing my feelings, so maybe this date was good! Despite the fact it was horrible, but I mean like it allowed us to finally reveal our feelings for each other!” Wanda started to rant.

“You have a point.” You sat up on the couch and rested more into Wanda’s arms. She reached over and intertwined her fingers with yours and started to rub soft circles into the top of your hand. 

“I bet I could take you on a better date than that person ever could,” Wanda said. 

“Oh really?”

“Yes! First off, I would cook you dinner. We could watch our favorite movie and eat, and then maybe even go on a night walk and I can show you all my favorite places to practice new tricks!”

“I do love watching you use your powers!” you agreed. 

“So what do you say, can I please give you a dinner date that you truly deserve?” Wanda looked at you eagerly and you nodded.

“Yes!” 

“Yay!” Wanda squealed and you couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Thank you for everything, Wanda.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N! Like I said twice now, you don’t need to worry, I got you.” 

[justalittletomato]

Thank you so much for answering my ask! And yes it did help! Also iit was so badass how Maul fought against the clones. And his voice! I could listen to him talk for hours! Like how do people get not distracted by it? Or how do they not just wanna join him? Even if it is obly for his voice alone. Gosh I have such a thing for his damn voice. It does things to me. I am getting of trac. I just wanted to thank you and the whole thing turned into a Maul voice thirst post😅

No problem!!! I enjoyed writing that one out!

Also..😳😳😳 yes anon. I am agreeing with you oh so much about that voice. I remember watch the scenes and just well 😳😳 that was lovely please say more. I have the audio book for the clone wars tales of light and dark and there’s a darth maul story read by the voice actor for him, so I’m sitting there listening to this audio book aware this is a tale of woe and revenge and my mind is just 🥲 that voice. Would have betrayed my allegiance in a heartbeat.

And anon just to help a bit more with the soft thoughts, Maul telling you all about the different stars out that night. How he plans to take you to each one.

Better yet that voice telling you how much they adore you and always whispering that against your ear. How many times have you heard such wonderful things with that voice? Currently it’s a book he’s reading to you or trying to as your curled up on his chest and he’s tracing a hand down your arm to keep you awake. “Shall I stop?”

You’ll of course say no you want to keep listening to him even if you have no clue what he has said so far, his voice is velvet and smoooth and he continues...

Okay I went off topic tooo...

You are welcome anon 😗

[mindofhills]

Sunrise / David Dobrik

Pairing: David Dobrik x reader

Word Count: 1,820

Requested: yup “ Can you write a David Dobrik imagine where the reader is his girlfriend and she visits the apartment one day and overhears him calling her clingy or something so she starts distancing herself and he notices and confronts her. But she doesn’t wanna argue or anything she just says she wants to give him space and he feels bad. “

A/N: I’ve decided to make this a two part story, because it’s getting so long. I mean I’m just getting started. Plus I promised you and David Dobrik imagine and I’m not gonna break that promise. Part two hopefully tommorrow. (Also starting tomorrow I’m a journalist again yay)

Part2

He opened the door. I stepped in and the first thing I saw was two guys sitting on a couch. I walked over there not meaning to bother. One guy, who was wearing all black had a camera in his hand and was filming this other dude without his shirt on. It felt weird I have to admit. At first, I thought they were making some weird fetish type of porn. Knowing Dom it wasn’t a very big surprise.

Then a guy holding his camera turned around and saw me. “Well, Dom brought another girl here. Hey! I’m David,” he said offering me his hand. I took it “Hi, I’m y/n. Dom’s my friend.” David and that shirtless guy both started laughing. “You got friend zoned hard, buddy. I’m Alex, nice to meet you,” he said and came in for a hug.

Friendly. “I’m y/n,” I said. “Do you mind if I interviewed you?” David asked me and I shook my head. “Do we have to do this every fucking time I bring a girl over?” Dom asked them and I giggled. I sat next to Dom. “Well basically, I was scrolling through Instagram and I see that someone had messaged me. That someone was Dom. I answered him, because I’m not rude and then we started talking,” I answered him.

 After that day everything changed. I started hanging out with them, mostly with David and it was fun. It didn’t take long for me to start developing feelings for him. I mean he’s a fantastic person and a friend. He cares about people around him and his fans. Sure he tortures them a lot, but it’s all fun and games.

One night we were having a party, just our friends group. I would say it was a small party, but our freinds group isn’t small so there was maybe 50 people or so, give or take a few. I was having a great time. I danced and then, when the sun was about to rise I went out for a walk to find a good spot to chill, listen to music, smoke and watch the sunrise.

“Hey! You’re already leaving?” I hear David say behind me. I turn around and smile at him. He was kinda sad, I saw it in his eyes. “I’m just going to watch the sunrise and then I’ll come back,” I said to him looking for my backpack. “Can I come with you or do you want to be alone?” he asked me with a soft smile. “Sure, I could use some company. Have you seen my backpack?” I asked him and he giggled.

“I put it upstairs to your room, maybe someone stoles it. You never know,” he said. He took my hand and we tried to push through the crowd to the stairs. When we got into my room, we were still holding hands. It felt good, you would think it made me nercous, but no. It felt right. Yes, my heart was doing it’s best to break through my chest, but I handeled it well.

“It’s here,” he said and crabbed it from under my bed. I laughed “You did a good job hiding it. Thanks,” I said and took my bag. As we were already in my room I thought it wouldn’t hurt if I changed my shirt. It was kinda sweaty from all the dancing. “I’ll just change my shirt and then we can go,” I said to him taking a shirt from my closet. “Yeah, sure” he said and truned his back. Such a gentleman. I don’t even have to mention it. I giggled at the thought and threw my other shirt to my ‘dirty clothes’ basket. When I turned around I saw that he was sitting on my bed. “Getting comfortable?” I asked him and he laughed. “Come on. Let’s go,” I said laughing.

On our way to on top of the hills we couldn’t stop talking. He was such an open book to me. I asked and he told me everything. We laughed, made jokes and before we knew it we were enjoying the sunrise with an amazing view to Hollywood. “Look at all these houses. All those people with their dreams. Trying their best to reach to the top and then there’s people, who failed or life failed them and now they’re just trying to survive the next day,” he said and I looked at him thinking ‘wow’.

If you know David from only his videos you would never think that he would be such a deep person, but he is. “What’s your dream?” I asked him as we were walking down to my secret spot, where I like to sit after a night of partying. I do that every time. It’s my routine if you will.

“Do you want an honest answer or an answer which is honest as well, but right now not my biggest dream, just my goal?” he asked me sitting down. “Honest, that very honest one,” I said and he giggled. “You,” he said and my heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean me?” I asked him. He turned his face to me and I did the same. “You’re my dream, y/n. I like you a lot and my dream is to be with you,” he said in the softes voice I have ever heard him speak in.

He was so loving and he looked at me the way every girl wants to be looked at. I couldn’t think of anything to say to him. I just smiled and looked at him. This couldn’t be happening. It felt like I was dreaming. Then it finally happened. The moment I have dreamt about for almost two months now. 

He smiled softly at me and then leaned in. His soft lips gently brushed against mine. He kissed me so gently, it felt like he was afraid he would break me. He stopped the kiss and then looked at me. I smiled and kissed him again.

We’ve been together for 4 months now. Things are going great. Well, they were going great until I heard him say that I was too clingy. We were at the Vlog house or I don’t know, what to call it. Basically the house with David all over the walls and Jason’s saggy nuts.

He was in Toddy’s room vlogging and I didn’t want to bother him so I was in the living room talking to girls. “So how are things going with you too?” Kristen asked me. “Pretty well I would say,” I said and smiled. I was a little cold, because I was wearing a t-shirt, but it was cold inside, because of the AC and I shivered a little.

“Are you cold?” Erin asked me and I smiled. “It’s okay, it’s just the AC,” I said. “I have Scotty’s merch, do you want to put iit on?” Kristen asked me and I nodded. We were walking to Scotty’s and Kristen’s room as we passed I heard Toddy, Scotty, David, Zane and Jason talk to each other.

We thought it would be a great idea to scare them, specially David as he’s a pain in the as with his ‘I-need-you-to-lay-down-on-the-floor-blindfolded’ thingy. So we took out our cameras and as we were getting ready I heard Zane ask David. “You and y/n are doing pretty great, huh?” he asked with a smile.

I look at Kristen and we both smile. “Yeah, things are going great. It’s just she’s soo clingy. It’s kinda annoying,” he said and that’s when my face and my heart dropped. I smiled to Kristen and walked to the living room. “What happened?” Corinna asked me and I just smiled. Trying my best to not cry. “David said he’s too clingy and it’s kinda annoying,” Kristen said and sat next to me.

Everybody aww’d and Erin took me to her arms. “Do you want to go home?” Corinna asked me and I nodded. “Let’s go to McDonald’s and get a lot of food. Definitely ice cream, it makes everything alright. Then we’ll talk to David. Okay?” Carly said while giving me a hug. “I don’t want to talk to him about it,” I said and I really didn’t. Maybe he was right. Maybe I really was too clingy.

I’ve never thought that, but you never notice these things yourself. We got up and went to Corinna’s car as I came here with David. “I’m so sorry, y/n, but I can’t come. I have a collab I have to film with Scotty,” she said and she looked sad. “It’s okay, Kristen. Don’t worry about it. Stay and film,” I said and it was really okay.

She didn’t have to drop everything for me. “Are you sure?” she asked me. I gave her a hug and nodded my head. “I’m sure.” We went to Corinna’s car and drove away.

KRISTEN’S POV

 I said my goodbyes to them and sat back on the couch. I started editing my video. I felt so bad for y/n. I can’t believe David would say something like that. They were doing so great and she was never too clingy. I mean yes they cuddled, but it’s normal and cute. She would never bother him and gave him space. Why would he say something like that?

They came out of Toddy’s room and I saw David eyeing the room probably looking for y/n. “Kristen, where’s y/n?” he asked me. “They went back to y/n’s place,” I said coldly, but not being rude. “Why?” I didn’t look away from my laptop for once. “Ask her yourself, David,” I said. “Is everything okay?” he asked me and sat next to me. I looked at him kinda angrily. “It seemed to be,” I said and got up from the couch and walked over to my room.

[dcarhcarts]

One of the unique and lovely things I find in your Anya that makes her have a special place in my heart is her spunky sense of humor. She's so filled with joie de vivre, despite everything that's happened to her, that she brightens my dash. She is a mischief maker. I also love that it's tempered with he trauma and her circumstances, but never broken. It's such a beautiful take on the character!

The narrative I want to tell for Anya is always that “courage is not the absence of fear.” Anya has a lot of problems and a lot of fears. But like Vlad says, they’re all frightened, and what ultimately makes her courageous is that she doesn’t stop living/dreaming/chasing that dream for iit. I think she believes that it’s almost her duty - to live. Not to be a hamilhoe but - the fact that she’s alive is a miracle. Living is her family’s legacy. She’s not living just for herself but for her parents, her sisters, her little brother, for everyone that was taken from her and had their time stopped too early. Out of everyone, she lived - so it’s her duty to love harder and live harder for that love that is given to her. She is the last living Romanov, and her duty is to remember her family, and to be the damned happiest she can be. 

Honestly I need to thank you a lot for my portrayal of Anya. Not only did you give me a chance to write her more extensively, you/your muse helped her grow s o much. We definitely tackled the most complicated relationships first, and that helped me infinitely with shaping how she might react to something and finding out why that is.

@gcneralvaganov /  what do you enjoy or find most different about my portrayal?

[nuviaisrael-blog]

Reflection on Reading Israeli Literature

- Palestine by Joe Sacco

- The Lemon Tree by Sandy Tolan

- Past Perfect by Yaakov Shabtai

- Operation Shylock: A Confession by Phillip Roth

GENERAL REFLECTION

      Israeli literature is actually really good to read. This country is awesome. Reading these books reminded me of my experience of when I went to Israel back in November 2018. That experience was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I learned so much about their culture. I tasted some of their main dishes. It was a great experience especially that I was reading books about this country. Mostly these books talked about the war that happened. Some of the books mentioned some of the experiences they had in the war. I would say that the main theme is war. All the books mentioned something about war. All the books had this thing, it didn’t matter if it was first person or second person, they always had this conversational element. They knew how to communicate with the readers. They always knew how to keep readers hooked. For example, I found all the books interesting. I like how the authors had me reading. They weren’t boring. Also, all the books didn’t have hard vocabulary words in their books. Some had a few hard words, but they were still understandable with context clues. Other than that, these books were great.

WHAT I LEARNED FROM THESE BOOKS

      All the books were different. The only thing that the books had in common was the fact that they talked about the war. All the books mentioned how during the times of the war it was ugly. It was rough times. Some girl was getting raped, people were having soldiers take a property like their house, wife, or other things. In “Operation Shylock”, since it’s a book where the author just talks about his stuff and confesses things from his life, I thought that I could do the same. It reminds me of every diary entry I’ve written in my journal. Looking at the title of the book “Confession”, looking at that word makes me imagine that this book is going to filled with confessions, it’s never easy to confess something to somebody, especially in books, about something you probably want to keep personal. I learned that confessing is healthy. You are telling what you’re feeling from the inside of you. You’ll feel great after talking. In “Past Perfect”, I learned that we have to be careful in life but enjoy life. Life’s too short to be worrying about things that don’t matter. We need to enjoy life because we only live once. In the book, the character Meir was a very depressed person and didn’t like his life and ended up dying. Then at the end, he was born again. That doesn’t happen to us, once we are dead, we are dead. We aren’t born again. That’s why we need to live a happy life. In “The Lemon Tree”, the author talks about the war. Her story is about her remembering and honoring this war for the 50th anniversary of the war that happened. She writes the story in the second person and writes the story in a way where the characters as if they are living in war. I learned that, even though your life seems like it’s falling apart and it's horrible, you need to thank the Lord every day because he’s the only reason why you’re alive right now. In “Palestine”, the author was super funny. He wrote the conflict and war between Israel and the Palestine people. He would mention how a lot of violence broke out in the streets and how a bunch of people would get involved. This book was written in the form of a comic book. I learned that you need to have fun in life. Just like this author decided to write the book with humor, even though it was talking about violence stuff, you can have fun with it. You just need to be creative. Life’s too short, so why not have fun with it.

WHAT I LEARNED ABOUT MYSELF & READING

      Something I learned about myself is that I can read any type of book. I’m the type of person who hates reading because I tend to zone out a lot while reading. I can never move on from page one in the story because I zone out and have to keep rereading, I couldn’t understand what I had just read, or simply because what I just read was super boring. Doing this assignment scared me because I thought I was going to hate it, but I didn’t. I loved iit. This was fun. These books were super interesting to read. Reading these books reminded me of my experience in Israel. These books mentioned places that I went to like, Palestine, Israel itself, Tel Aviv, and more. One of the places that I slept in a hotel was Tel Aviv. these books brought so many memories and that’s what made these books interesting. This assignment showed me that I’m capable of reading anything.

[sanammma]

Ten Years Gone - Chapter 3

I’m so sorry for taking SOOOOOO long. I hope it’s worth the wait. As always, special thanks for @callmethehunter for taking a look at it. Also, this is my first time trying to write actual smut so.. please don’t judge and enjoy XD. The scene is near the end of the chapter if you wanna skip it.

NSFW..

19th July 1965

The sun was already high in the sky when Madeline slowly opened her eyes and squinted. She turned away from the dull rays of sunshine. Snoring, Gina was still in a deep slumber, her brown locks of hair were scattered across her rough pillow.  Madeline’s body ached from sleeping on the cheap mattress yet Gina seemed fine to her even though she was sleeping on the wooden floor. Maddie was jealous of how her cousin was able to live a happy simple life with very little resources. During her visits, she often felt needy and spoiled but it wasn’t Gina who made her feel that way, she just felt annoying to the family.   Nevertheless, Gina could always convince her to come over no matter how determined Maddie was to never visit again. She sighed as she remembered that iit washer last day in Kidderminster. She wasn’t so sure about how she felt, she felt partly happy to return to her normal life in London but she was also disappointed with the boy she dreamt so much about.

Robert had been taking her on dates for two weeks but she didn’t seem to be very satisfied. She wondered if it was her fault, if she was the one who rhad unrealistic expectations.  , She wanted an adventure, something extraordinary and all she got was lame, awkward, very normal dates. On the first date, he picked her up from her aunt’s house and they walked together to the library where they met. Together, they sat through a very bad literary night. A Poet after a poet, they weren’t well prepared for the night and it showed clearly on their faces and body language. Robert barely listened to a word, he kept his eyes on Madeline, studying her features. She was too much a critic to just enjoy his company, she took notes and tried to point out weaknesses. She was not pretending to be smart, but it was undeniable that she loved the attention. After that, they had dinner in a restaurant and that was the equivalent of somebody trying too hard. As they were eating, their conversations, annoyingly, revolved around their families rather than each other. She knew that it was unlikely for the first date to be significantly special, it just really bothered her that he was not able to prove her wrong. She was hoping to live a romantic, fictitious story and she was shocked by the boring reality.

The second and the third dates were terribly similar to their first one. Hours of shallow conversations did not go exactly well for both of them, and when it was time for the fourth date, they weren’t particularly excited.

That morning, the thought of standing him up was slightly appealing to her but when she told her cousin about what she was thinking, Gina talked some sense into her. She convinced her that she was still able to turn things around, to add a twist to her story. Maddie didn’t really believe that she could do that, she was a fan of giving up as soon as things got out of her comfort zone, she was scared of stepping out of it while she knew that the best memories she had were when she took that terrifying step.

Under the heat of the sun, Gina took the city girl from one shop to another to buy cheap swimsuits and sweet sundresses. As the heat faded away, the two girls were practically running back home. Madeline quickly looked up at the colourful sky as they waited for a car to pass, the sun granting her back the  charm that she had come  to the town with, while it slowly disappeared under the horizon.

In the worn out, wooden attic-room, Maddie put on a floral off-white sundress and matched it with flat sandals. She heard the doorbell as Gina put some makeup on her, immediately cursing Robert for being so punctual

“Wait, I’ll invite him in and I’ll come up and finish-“The cousin said with a hurry before Madeline interrupted her.

“No no no, I’ll just –“ she grabbed a tissue and wiped away her half-finished makeup “How ugly do I look?” She grinned, raising her eyebrows.

Gina hid her face with her hands in disappointment and let out a tired sigh “ God!! Ahhh, Maddie, I hate you”

“I’ll get it!!” Maddie shouted to her aunt who was waiting for a chance to meet that library boy that was the centre of every recent conversation. “How ugly do I look?” She repeated to her cousin.

“Bearable” Gina said with a smirk that showed a hint of admiration.

“Good enough, now honey, wish me luck” Madeline kissed her cousin on the cheek. Grabbing her bag, she quickly ran downstairs to meet her date who was still at door. Almost breathless, she opened the door with a smile, her hair braided to the side. He was crouching as he waited for her, his golden curls falling forward on his face, fondling the petals of a flower that rested near the flowerpot they kept in the front porch. Robert quickly stood up when he saw his date. Gazing at her, lost, he scratched his head.

“Hi, there! I.. uhhh.. I’ve always wanted to grow this kind of flowers on our porch.. my mother .. she never really liked them” he stuttered.

“ What kind of mother likes the same things as her 17 year-olds, I’m not really surprised..” She paused, “But I find it strange that your mother isn’t just happy to see you running after flowers and not .. y’know.. whatever 17 year-olds like these days” Madeline said with a shy chuckle.

“She’d always wanted me to have an actual job, you know.. go to the city .. become a businessman or something.. well.. I definitely can’t see that happening..” he laughed as a dimple appeared on his cheek

Grinning, Maddie said goodbye to her, father and aunt who were too busy with conversation, and closed the front door behind her. She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head slightly. He looked at her with eyes the blue of the ocean, and took her hand, placing a tender kiss on it. His lips lingered on her skin as she parted her lips slightly. She kept her hand in his as he looked up at her. She brought her eyes to his lips and leaned in. Luckily – and unexpectedly- he took the hint and brushed his lips against hers. His arm wrapped her waist as they closed their eyes and kissed tiny, shy kisses. She chuckled and moved back, looking into his eyes. “Robert, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t really like that” she teased as she played with a loose strand of his hair.

“I’m sorry.. Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to-“ He said with confusion in his eyes.

“No, no that’s not it.. you see, when I first approached you, I had one thing in mind” She interrupted. He opened his mouth to speak but she quickly shushed him with her finger. “I wanted to know you, I couldn’t stand the idea of not knowing who you are.. and when I say I want to know you, I don’t mean your family, the school you went to or all those things that people talk about during their first dates. I want to know you. I want to know what makes you cry.. I want to know what you think of god, of death, of sex. Let’s throw all the formalities in the trash and get real.  I don’t want those little kisses anymore, when we kiss again tonight, let’s try to make it memorable. This is my last day here, we might never see each other again, so we’ve got nothing to lose..”

“What if I lose you?”

“If you raise your head to the night sky.. you’ll find me”

He looked at her in awe, almost disbelief, searching for a monster in her eyes, or maybe be a goddess. At that moment, he did not know if their relationship would last, but he knew that he’d never meet a girl like the one between his arms.

In the next few hours of the evening, they were walking along the streets of the town, asking each other questions by turn. At first, it was awkward and strange but once Maddie told the very detailed story of how she threw up from the window of her friend’s apartment, they got really comfortable. Robert was leading the  way to all the places that were important to him throughout the little town.   He showed her his grandpa’s grave and told her the story of how he fought in the war. He took her to the primary school he went to and talked about his childhood and how he would treat his children differently. One story after another, she kept listening and watching the glimmer in his blue eyes as he talked with passion. They were happy and afraid of the end of their night. They kept jumping from place to place until everyone disappeared into their houses. The town grew quiet and stars shone brighter. Alone in front of the river, they stood looking at the water flowing with a hesitance, the soft summer breeze brushing against their skin.

“ Do you think this world is good?” She broke the sweet silence.

“I don’t know.. I think I’ve seen too much misery to say that..”

“Is it bad then?”

“No, it’s not bad.. it’s not evil.. there IS evil but the world as a whole, not evil..” he sighed and looked up at the sky. “I think for us to exist, there has to be some evil, some darkness”

“And how is that?” she raised her eyebrows

“Let’s say that the world is a little room okay? You can light it from above and there will be no darkness, but when you put things inside that room there has to be some shadow..” Holding her hand, he sat on the ground with her in front of him. “I think that the perfect god created imperfect beings, he created beings with freedom, with life, for them to exist, there has to be some darkness, but the good and the bad, they cancel each other out, creating a strange harmony..”

“ So you do believe in god?”

“I do, yeah.. maybe not the very popular Jesus Christ, I think I just believe in a creator..” He said as their fingers intertwined. Watching the little movements of her hands, he asked “Do you?”

“I don’t know if I believe in a creator, I’m still figuring it out.. I think that god, if he exists, isn’t watching us from above, I think he’s in the little details.. I think he’s in the blooming flowers, in the mommy cat who runs to protect her kittens..” She paused as she saw him gazing at her, his eyes fixated on hers. “In the little space in between us ..” She looked into his eyes. Parting her lips slightly, she closed her eyes as his lips met hers with a shy longing. They pulled apart and took shaky breaths, their foreheads resting against each other. He looked into her eyes and held her head in his hands, pulling with need, with passion. One hand fondling her hair, the other exploring her body, appreciating every line, every crevasse, she lay flat on her back as he matched her body’s form.

“See? This is what I wanted” She grinned into the kiss. He smiled and pulled her closer again, parting her soft lips with his tongue, sending shivers down her spine. He was almost unable to contain his happiness, his fascination with her, his longing and his desire He sank into the kiss knowing that he wasn’t going to survive but not taking one glance back, he felt ready to sink into her sea of madness, to never ever be able to forget her.

“Do you mind if we continue this in my place?” He asked with a hint of fear.

“Yeah okay, let’s go” she said, heavily breathing.

He stood and helped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, breathing him in, capturing the moment, remembering him. Her head rested against his broad chest as he gently stroked her, placing a tender kiss on her head.

“Wanna race to the house?” he whispered in her ear with a wide grin on his face.

“That’s not fair, I don’t know where it is”

“Well yeah you’re right but I don’t really want you to win” He said just before he sprinted. She laughed and ran behind him, their loud laughs filling the silent air.

Once they reached his place, he asked her to take off her shoes and carry them upstairs. Her heart was pounding as they ran to his room on the tips of their toes. He was breathing heavily when he opened the door for her. She walked in and he locked the door behind them. With the sound of the door shutting, he could almost hear his reluctant heartbeat. He lingered at the door before she turned to him and smiled. Unable to contain his feelings anymore, he stepped towards her and kissed her fully on her lips. Pulling her closer to his almost feverish body, he gently pushed her flat on the bed. Their kisses were hot, passionate and careless. Madeline’s hands were behind his neck, on his broad shoulders, exploring his chest. Feeling his hardness through his jeans, she felt sweetly dizzy, spontaneously parting her legs. Suddenly, he pulled away and sat up, the nervousness obvious on his face.

“Honey, why did you stop? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just think that I need to tell you something before it’s too late..” His breath was heavy as he tried avoiding eye contact.

“Robert, you can tell me anything..” She said as she caressed his shoulder, placing a quick kiss on it.

“Uhhh how do I say this..” he scratched his head “okay, here it goes, this will be my first time..” Robert chuckled.

“This will be my first time too” She lied with a shy smile.

He pulled her back and touched her lips with his as he held her hands. “I’m so happy to be with you” he whispered before kissing that sensitive spot just below her ear. He left a trail of wet kisses along her jawline, neck and collarbones. His shaky fingers reached for the zipper of her dress as she started unbuttoning his shirt, placing little kisses on his chest. He took it off, his eyes fixated on hers, not talking, not smiling, he just looked at her in the darkness, admiring her, loving her, carving her soft features in his memory.

Robert helped her out of her dress and lay in between her legs.  Her fingers fondled his hair, that shone beneath the moonlight, as he kissed the hollow of her throat, subtly moving lower until he reached her lacy pink bra.

“May I?” He whispered, looking up at her.

“Yes..” She affirmed, arching her back slightly for him. He reached for her bra, stroking her smooth skin. His hand was shaky and sweaty as he fumbled with the hook. He tried once, twice.. as he kept his eyes on hers. She chuckled as he looked at her with confusion. With one swift movement, she undid the hook and bit her lip. Lingering, Madeline took it off and gazed at him. She had lost her virginity but she was never truly naked in front of somebody, body and soul. She took his hand and brought it to her breast. Her nipple tightened at his slightest touch.

“I want to feel you on my skin, baby” she murmured.

He cupped her other breast and began caressing her nipples with his thumb. She studied his face and watched his pupils widening slightly, causing her to grin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, their tongues entwining in a playful dance

He brushed his lips against the soft skin, licking, twirling his tongue around the taut buds, listening to her sighing and moaning quietly. Slowly, he moved his kisses across her stomach, caressing the sides of her body.

“Oh, baby it feels so good...”She shut her eyes and arched her back, letting him know that he’s doing a good job. She spread her legs wider, feeling her need growing stronger, taking over what’s left of her dizzy mind. He slipped his fingers under the lace of her panties as he kissed her wet centre…?. Between her hushed sighs, she grabbed his head and looked at him helplessly. “Baby please..”

He sat up and pulled her panties as she wiggled out of them. Completely naked, she spread her legs even wider to lure him in. For the first time in his life, Robert was looking at a woman lying down before him, no barriers between him and her. He felt his breath getting heavier, he knew he couldn’t hold much longer. “Control yourself” he almost whispered to himself before bringing his lips to her wetness. He licked her once and heard her let out an almost too loud moan. He reached for the zipper and took off his jeans, throwing them on the ground. One hand on his neck, the other on his chest, she pulled him towards her and kissed him with a love she’d never known before. She held his hand and guided him towards her centre. With his middle finger, he stroked her, touching her clit. He enjoyed the power he had over her as he watched her becoming a complete mess. He placed the tip of his finger on her entrance and whispered between wet kisses “Can I?”

She nodded and he slipped his finger inside, watching her gasp in absolute pleasure.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked, feeling her heartbeat with the palm of his hand. He felt taken, entirely lost in her.

“I’ve had personal experiences.. I’m good” She chuckled, taking a deep breath. “Baby, I need you in..”

Robert felt his heart pounding in his chest with a passionate urgency. He gave his girl a kiss and then took off his boxers. She bit her lip, her eyes slightly widening when she saw his rigid length. She smiled and let out a sigh, spreading her legs wide before he kneeled in between them. He placed his tip on her entrance and whispered “if it hurts just tell me okay?”

“Okay “

“You ready, honey?”

“Yes.. “ her eyes were fixated on his as he slid his length inside her. The warmth enveloping him, he threw his head back, his eyes closed, his mouth open. He felt everything at once, the blood was racing in his veins. Madeline was in a similar state, grasping the sheets beneath her, she felt real, alive. He woke up from his haze with a little smile on his face, caressing her cheek with the back of his index finger. She kissed his finger, her eyelids heavy. Slowly, he started thrusting inside her, entering a whole new world of ecstasy. She was grinding against him, almost unable to breathe. He dropped, burying his face in her neck, kissing her shoulders between moans. She squeezed his ass, bringing him closer to her as she felt the warmth spreading in her lower stomach. She could tell he was close as he sped up his pace, pushing deeper, and she was not holding back.

“Oh my .. I.. I’m gonna..” He moaned, barely lowering his voice so he didn’t wake up his family.

“Yes, Robert .. let go, baby.. let go..” She whispered breathily.

With a few more thrusts, his orgasm ripped through his body, immediately followed by hers. Her legs shook as she felt his cum deep inside her. She was exhausted and absolutely satisfied. Still inside her, she grabbed his face and kissed him, smiling into the kiss. “You know that wasn’t so bad for a first time..” Madeline teased as he collapsed next to her, their breaths slowing down steadily. He pulled the covers and cuddled her, a hand on her waist while the other was in her messy chestnut hair. He kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear “I’ve never been this happy before..” He paused, gazing at her “Thank you.. Maddie”

“You’re very welcome, Blondie..”

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Qotd: Which book touches your heart? Aotd: the book that totally touches my heart is the Scarlet Pimpernel and this book too. Hello people. How are you all doing??? So as you can see the picture that it was self clicked. I really need to know how it is. So comment below and give me advice on how to improve it and what to do ahead. Now on this note, let's start this review, shall we?? I would like to thank @the_bookscape and @piyush__author for providing me with this book in exchange for an honest review. Book Info: The Story That Never Started by Piyush Gupta. Pages: 216 Genre: Contemporary, Thriller. Blurb: Dhir runs away from his home after he couldn't get into IIT and meets Mohit who runs his parents liquor shop after their death. They both meet Sahil whose wife died after he was involved in a fake scandal and had to serve jail time. Together they take revenge on Sahil's boss and become rich by reinvesting the money. However, happiness wasn't long-lasting when fate had troubles written all over for them. How will they get out of it??? Ratings: 🌟4/5 Stars🌟. Review: This novel was an excellent read for me. If to be honest, I was not quite interested in reading it as I thought it would be a common thriller novel that all Indian authors are writing these days but this one was totally unique. This novel had so many characters and the main 3 characters; Dhir, Mohit and Sahil were so cleanly and smoothly described. Their back story presentation and how they met each other and embarked on this wonderful journey was portrayed so flawlessly. I personally liked the character of Dhir and Roshni. I did find a bit of mistakes in the story and I somehow couldn’t connect to all the characters but one thing that I loved about this book is that it portrayed the effect of Terrorism on Muslims. For the full review check my blog (link in bio). Hope you enjoyed it. See you soon. Signing Out_X. #thestorythatneverstarted #piyushgupta #review #thriller #booktour #bookreader #bookstagramreads #bookstagrammers #booksofinstagram #bookrecommendations #readersofinstagram #reviewer #bookworm #bookaddict #bookstagramfeaturesonly (at Ahmedabad, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKCk_ZHA5ac/?igshid=ed6c9n1sbcax