#So I'm pleased for being able to make it in short order! It was fun! I had a good time with it! :D And I think it turned out nice!!

[vargaslovinghours]

Say it like you mean it

[wqlfstqr]

◟𖥻 blanket fort : harry potter

▰▰ pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

harry's stressed while staying at grimmauld place, y/n tries to distract him by planning a cozy sleepover night.

author: this is me begging for more harry appreciation like actually please

He's stressed. She knows. He has been in a bad mood the whole week, snapping at people, storming out of dinner and staying in his room most of the time to avoid everyone.

The thing is, she can't really blame him. Grimmauld place seems to have that effect on people, the place is dusty and dark, full of tension because of the war. This has taken a toll on everyone, but mostly on Harry.

She's seen Harry going against powerful wizards and defy death multiple times, but watching him crumble under the weight of the upcoming war breaks her heart. She knows that if anyone deserves a break, it's Harry. And she's determined to give it to him.

It's certainly difficult, it's not like she can wave her wand and make his problems disappear. She would if she could, but it's simply not possible. But maybe she can provide a distraction, something simple to get him to forget about his problems at least one night.

She's eating her dinner in between an order meeting, Sirius and Molly screaming at eachother for whatever reason, when the idea comes in. Her face lights up, and she practically wolfs down her food just so she can excuse herself from the table.

Harry didn’t have the easiest or happiest childhood, she knows that. And, as his best friend, she always makes sure to provide fun moments were she can make amends for everything he lacked for in his childhood. She's sure a blanket fort is a perfect way to keep doing that.

It takes her a long time because she hasn't build a blanket fort in forever, but after maybe an hour, she finally has a perfect fort that she knows for sure won't fall down because she begged George to use his magic to help her since she can't use her wand outside of Hogwarts.

She raids the house for pillows to have inside her fort, and she even ends up finding fairy lights, which is a total shocker to find on that gloomy house but at least it helps her to bring a comforting vibe to the fort. Then, after arguing with Kreacher for at least ten minutes, she was able to find some snacks and make some hot cocoa.

It's late in the night and everybody else has gone to sleep when she finally knocks on Harry's door, not even waiting for him to answer before she cracks the door open, slightly peeking inside. "Harry? come with me for a second, please"

She knows he's not asleep yet, so it isn't surprising when he replies. "y/n i'm not really in the mood for.."

He's not able to finish his sentence before she interrupts him. "Come on, humor me for just five minutes, I promise you'll like it. If you hate it, I'll let you sulk in peace, deal?"

Harry huffs, but he's immediately standing up from his bed. In the past few days, she's the only one he hasn't snapped at. Harry can't help it, she is far too sweet even when she's being pushy.

Before he knows it, she's already taking his hand and pulling him with her through the dark, guiding him up the creaky stairs. When they reach the room she has been staying in, Harry almost expects a half lecture about talking about his feelings just like the one Hermione gave him.

Instead, when the door cracks open and she pulls him inside, he stops short once he sees what she's made of her room. His eyes immediately fall on the fort, blankets dropped over chairs and tugged into corners, glowing fairy lights hanging from the edges, pillows piled in the middle making it look like some cozy nest.

"What is this?" Harry asks quietly, taking a tentative step towards it while y/n closes the door.

"a blanket fort, obviously." She replies with a grin. "we're having a no-war-allowed sleepover, the only rule is that we are not able to mention war at least just for tonight."

Harry looks at her, his face a mix between confusion and surprise. He wants to tell her that this is ridiculous and go back to being alone in his room, but then he sees her smile and his heart skips a beat. She worked so hard for this, only for him, so he doesn’t find it in himself to be the one ruining it.

"This is just ridiculous" he mutters, but he still steps inside and sinks into the pillows.

"You're smiling." she points out, feeling her chest swell with pride once she's able to see the first smile from him in weeks.

"I'm not." He says even though his smile only gets bigger when she settles down beside him.

He doesn’t even know how, but she pulls two mugs from behind the blankets and offers him one. The mug is still warm when he takes it, and he gives her a little appreciative smile when he sips and the taste of hot cocoa fills his mouth.

They fall silent for just a moment until Harry talks again. "Can you tell me what the order discussed today at dinner? Did they-"

"Ah-ah" y/n interrupts, holding up a finger with mock sternness. "What did I say? No war talk tonight, it's a rule."

Harry huffs, but he doesn’t try to push it, because he knows how determined she can be when she wants to. "So what are we supposed to talk about, then? quidditch? school?"

She wrinkles her nose playfully. "No. How about this? We're making stories about the people in the order. You know, the lives they would have if they were... normal people."

Harry stares at her, amusement flashing across his face. "Are you serious?" He asks, even though he's one hundred percent sure she is.

"No! Sirius is asleep." She jokes, this is obviously a joke she picked up from Sirius himself. "Come on, It'll be fun! i'll go first." her face lights up as she hugs a pillow against her chest. "I think professor Lupin would totally own a bookstore. A cozy bookstore pilled with all kinds of books, and he would have a cat or two."

He rolls his eyes, laughing when she falls silent and gives him a pointed look. "Okay, I'll try. Let's see... Molly would own a bakery." He begins. "She would spend hours trying crazy recipes and she would most likely end up burning some things around, but people end up loving everything she bakes. She doesn't let anyone go without a free treat."

y/n seems delighted as she claps her hands together. "Yes! that's totally spot on, see? I knew you could do it!" It's her turn now, so she pauses for a second before smiling again. "If Sirius wasn't stuck here, he would be some kind of rockstar. He would travel around, throwing crazy shows and even crazier parties. And you know he would totally own a motorcycle, too."

"He would." Harry laughs for a moment until he falls silent. She thinks it's only him trying to come up with some other story, but then she's able to see the moment his face falls, smile disappearing. "You know, if things were normal, my parents..."

He doesn’t have the strenght to keep going, but he doesn’t have to. She knows. If Voldemort didn’t exist- if the order were just normal people, Harry's parents would still be alive. He wouldn't be the chosen one. He wouldn't have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She wants to tell him something, anything to try and make everything hurt a little less, but she knows no amount of words could ever do that. Instead, she scoots closer and wraps her arms around him in a hug. At first, Harry being Harry, he stiffens but after a long second, he melts into her.

"I'm sorry." She whispers once his forehead falls on her shoulder. He knows she's not apologizing for anything she's done, but rather for everything he's endured.

For a while, they sit there, silently embracing eachother. She rubs soothing circles on his back, her heart breaking at the thought of not being able to do anything to ease the pain.

She should talk. Tell him something, but she knows Harry, he won't want to open up about his emotions. At least not yet. The last thing he needs now is more sorrow, he just needs a way out of it, if only for a couple of hours.

"You know" she starts, her voice light. She knows she has to do this for him. "Maybe in another life, Snape runs a hair oil empire. He's definitely the type to use that rubbish on himself. That's why his hair's so slimy."

Harry seems caught off guard at first as he pulls back to look at her, but then a laugh escapes his lips. "His slogan would be something like 'Smooth as silk, greasy as a cauldron bottom.' and he has the ad campaigns nailed down."

y/n laughs so hard that she has to cover her mouth, fearing that Kreacher would hear and appear just to scold them. "If Snape hears you say that, he'll make sure to leave you bald."

"Better bald than greasy." He jokes, and she's just glad to see him happy again.

And just like that, the fort is filled with laughter again, the heaviness retreating a little while longer as they share stories and joke about members of the order, allowing themselves to forget about the upcoming war for just a while.

Harry had forgotten how easy it is to talk to y/n, she's always able to see right through him and ease his pain. No matter what he's going through, she's always able to get a laugh out of him. Around her, Harry can just be himself- not the chosen one, just Harry.

She's laughing about some kind of childhood story she's sharing with him, and he just can't help but stare at her for a little too long.

"What?" She ask in between giggles when she caughts him staring.

He shakes his head, a soft smile grazing his lips. "Nothing. Just... Thank you."

She tilts her head a little. "Why?"

"For this. I didn’t realize how much I needed this." he admits, feeling lighter than he has felt in weeks. "you just- you have a way of making everything feel better."

"You deserve it, Harry. You deserve more than this." She smiles, taking his hand to give it a soft squeeze.

"You're amazing, you know that?" The way she looks at him when the words leave his lips, the shine in her eyes, it makes his heart race.

And he knows it then. He loves her. Always has, like it was something so natural for him to do that he didn’t even realize it until he has to sit there and watch the blush creeping on her face. He loves her.

"I mean, I'm pretty proud of this fort—" She starts, but her words are cut off when his lips meet hers.

It's unexpected, the feelings of his lips takes her breath away for a long second until she's suddenly leaning into the kiss. Time seems to stand still for Harry once he allows himself to get lost in that exact moment, in the way her lips feel so soft, sweet against his. So comforting.

It's in that moment that he realizes, this isn't just a distraction. It isn't just a fleeting moment to forget about war. It's more than that. She is more than that.

She's his anchor. When the world feels like it's falling apart, when the weight of it all feels unbearable, she's always there— steady, unwavering, like some kind of safety net. Always waiting for Harry to fall into the comfort of her arms.

When he pulls apart, y/n is ready for him to start panicking, but he doesn’t do that. Instead, he lets himself lean into the comfort she offers. He presses his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and relaxing to the sounds of her slow breathing.

"Stay." He says suddenly, and she's not sure if he's asking for her to stay tonight or just forever.

But anyways, she replies. "I wasn't planning on leaving."

And for the first time in his life, Harry believes it's okay to share the weight with someone.

[taeiun]

sweet venom.

synopsis: when you pull them by the collar of their shirt to kiss them

who: zb1's middle & maknae line x gn!reader (yujin not included)

categories: fluff, sort of suggestive, hurt / comfort, headcanons + short scenarios

warnings: light swearing, mentions of food in gyuvin's section, not proofread bc im such a slay so please please please lmk if there's more

word count: 1.5k

✧ MATTHEW !

⟡ you do it to shut him up /hj. affectionately. this canadian man is funky and we love and cheer for him because of that. but boy do most canadians have something in common: talking. (as a canadian im allowed to say this)

⟡ in this case, it’s not storytelling or his ad campaigns, it’s about how he loses to you in mario kart for the fifth time in a row. for all i know, he could be cracked at mario kart, but let’s be honest, he would somehow go from second place down to eleventh within a matter of minutes. 

⟡ matthew isn't a sore loser by any means, his whining about losing are mainly all for fun and to tease, but after the fourth game… maybe he does gaf y’know :/ 

⟡ pouty!!! also probably throws the controller, lightly mind you, to the side before taking a deep breath in and letting out a silent scream into his palms as the screen flashes with another loss for him. 

⟡ kiss it better otherwise he’ll never play again (that’s a lie) (he’d do almost anything you’d ask him to) (whipped)

matthew leaned his head back against the couch cushion and pinched his arm to make sure that this was real as his character finally crossed the finish line. in eighth place. you looked over at him encouragingly, made a remark about how this was better than last game, before patting his knee. he threw you a scathing glare, whines bubbled up from his throat, and he leaned his full body weight against you. he didn’t notice that there was a tug on his shirt, the soft cotton balled up in your fist as you pulled, before his lips were on yours, his whines drowned out. it was embarrassing how fast he melted into the contact, eyes closed as he rested a hand overtop of yours, he’d never live it down.

✧ TAERAE !

⟡ a kiss like this with taerae would most likely happen in a slow, sort of slow, heat of the moment thing. but it would be a softer, gentle tug of his shirt. nothing too fast. 

⟡ you both would probably be looking at each other already, coming down from the high of hanging out together before bam! it hits the both of you that “wow. i'm incredibly in love with this person.” 

⟡ ngl… he’d be a bit too hesitant to do much about it at first. but i mean. that’s why you’re the one gripping his shirt collar and not the other way around-

⟡ he stares at you with wide eyes and a facial expression like :o when his lips are suddenly pressed against yours. but taerae recovers from the shock fairly quickly and leans into it, eyes closed as he kisses back with the tease of a grin on his face. 

⟡ he’ll pull away with the biggest smile and pinch your cheek before going in to kiss you again, being the one to pull you in this time.

water dripped from his thoroughly soaked hair, trailed down his jaw and continued to dampen the fabric of his shirt, leaving no place dry as you both stood outside amidst the rain. he stared at you, breath coming sharp from his mouth as he looked at you in some awe. you laughed and in return, so did he. you cupped his face gently, wiped a thumb under his eye to clear the water, efforts futile. taerae grabbed your hand and tugged, nose bumped against yours, before he greedily took your lips in his once again.

✧ RICKY !

⟡ he’s insufferable istg / j. ok but you not be able to get away with this move properly imo without having some sort of built up tension. as in the type of tension to cut with a knife, the opposite of taerae’s. 

⟡ ricky would be able to see you go in for the kiss from a mile away… he just. knows these things somehow and is prepared. he would have to be distracted enough, emotionally, in order to pull it off. 

⟡ that or you wrestle him and pin him for long enough. i have such a strong urge to grab this guy by the necktie and shake him around a little. affectionately i swear. 

⟡ despite the colder appearance, ricky is emotionally intelligent and he does have his softer moments. the aftermath of a fight would be the main scene i picture this happening in? 

⟡ “do you even want this?” // “what-” // “do you even want us?” // “of course i do.” type of beat do you get me? you feel me? you hear me? set me freeee- erm. 

there was something about the silence, weight undeniable as you and ricky stood opposite of each other. shoulders tensed, he heaved out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose as you dug your nails into the palm of your hand in a closed fist. you knew what was coming; the rush of doubts and worry that would spill from his mouth about the relationship and how he constantly felt as if you deserved better, how he was the damage. you marched with a purpose towards him, placed a hand firmly on his waist as he knotted his brows together in mild confusion, before butterflies bursted in his chest. the pressed collar of his shirt would need ironing later, crumpled in your tight grasp, but ricky couldn’t find it in himself to care all too much, not when he cupped the back of your head and pressed you closer.

✧ GYUVIN !

⟡ it would be a “did you eat the last donut in the fridge?” // “yes. what are you going to do about it?” // “get it back of course.” // *starts making out* type of thing. 

⟡ we know this man has the best reactions to things so just. he flounders when you first kiss him out of the blue; like a literal fish out of water despite this not being the first time lol. 

⟡ idk i just feel like this would happen so often?? like i see gyuvin dating someone with similar energy and excitement towards things (not to say he wouldn’t date you otherwise. man falls hard in general) but just imagine doing something dumb and then one of you pulls the other in. 

⟡ “i can’t believe you just did that.” // “yeah well.” // *making out again* this whole thing is just. gyuvin coded imo. maybe im just sleep deprived. 

⟡ when you do it however… he can’t do anything but stare are you with those eyes of his. you already know the ones. shellshocked, flabbergasted, stunned, electrocuted, astonished, etc etc.

you grinned as gyuvin flailed his arms before resting them on your shoulders, slumping into the kiss. it was sweet in a literal sense; you could taste the powdered sugar and jam that stained his mouth from earlier. his face was fully flushed when you pulled apart. you giggled and swiped a thumb at the corner of his lips, collected the last bit of your sweet treat, and brought it to your mouth with a wink before walking away like nothing ever happened.

✧ GUNWOOK !

⟡ omg the scene i have in mind is when you have to leave for a while, talking like a month or more, and won’t be seeing gunwook for the next while. he’s so intent on making things work out for all the time you guys are doing the ldr. 

⟡ runs through a list of everything you’ll need to pack, triple checks everything with you, makes sure you have the right flight booked… you’ll have to pull him aside and reassure him that you’ll be fine and that he doesn’t need to worry about anything; doing all that is kind of a stress reaction. 

⟡ is so jittery leading up to the day where you have to leave :( clears his schedule to the best of his abilities to make sure he has all the time with you. 

⟡ 100% is seeing you off at the airport don’t even think otherwise. “you’ll call me when you land, right?” // “of course.” // “and you’ll update me with stuff you’ve done? And sec pictures of yourself?” // “sweetie-” 

⟡ kiss him to shut up but softer and with more tears bc he will start crying and bury his face into your shoulder. 

gunwook thought he looked horrible, face puffed up and nose runny as he sniffled and wiped away the tears in the corners of his eyes. you thought completely the opposite; there was something about the early morning sun that shone through the windows and highlighted the rosy parts of his cheeks and the small pout he wore on his lips. he opened his mouth, ready to go on another ramble before you delicately pressed your lips against his. the drawstrings of his hoodie were twirled between your fingers as you pulled lightly on the thick material. he smiled into the touch, eyes still rimmed with tinges of red, and held on for one last kiss.

^ . _ . ^ notes: first post on the new blog... apologies for any mistakes im notorious for writing these late at night and giving up when it comes to proofreading TwT.

© taeiun 2023. all rights reserved. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim any of my writing as yours.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

One frieebie!

"I'm sorry I missed your show, Princess," Bruce said, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder where you sat taking your makeup off.

"Emergencies happen," you tell him, smiling ruefully. "And I don't think anyone noticed- much."

Bruce chuckled and smoothed his hands over your bare shoulders, "If it's any consolation, this is the only fashion week I ever actually looked forward to."

"That is something," you sigh. "Between trying to keep Dick and Jason from humiliating themselves hitting on the models and trying to keep my show from being a total disaster- ugh. I don't think I EVER want to do another fashion week. I'll sit my ass in the front row and watch like a sane person."

"My poor baby," he purred. It had been a long week. He missed you. Missed his whole family. But the kids were out enjoying being able to cause trouble in a new city. And he had a beautiful woman to himself. And she was in a definite state of melancholy now that the adrenaline had worn off. That would not do.

"Bruce-" you started to protest. Tried to. But. Clever, calloused hands slide over your neck, shoulders and collar bones. Looking for tense places and reminding you that he's home now. You don't have to perform for him, you only have to share your love with him if it feels right. You close your eyes and let him pick you up, burying your face in his neck. "I wish you'd fight fair."

"Alls fair in love and war, Princess," he chuckled, loosening his tie. "Now. Am I going to have to tie you up or are you going to stay still on your own?"

"I can't touch you?" you ask, biting your lip.

"Not yet," he murmured, pulling your sleep shorts off deftly. "I've got a lot to make up for first-"

"But I want you," you tell him, "I want-" You break off and swallow hard. Feeling stupid. You're not sure why you feel so stupid. Or small. Or how he makes you feel like this. So safe and secure but so confused.

"What do you want, sweet girl?" he asked, sitting you up to help you out of your tank top. "Do you just want to feel close to me, hm?" He kissed your forehead and touched his nose to yours. "Is that what you need to feel good?"

"Yes," you breathe. "Please. I need you."

He smiled and kissed you slowly, wrapping his arms around you when you pressed closer. Eager and hungry, nipping his lip enthusiastically. "That's my girl," he purred. "Come sit on my lap, princess. I'll order room service and you can pick a movie."

"I thought you wanted-"

"I do," he chuckled, swatting your ass affectionately. "You're gonna sit on my cock and you're gonna sit still. And watch a movie with me."

"Why do I have to sit still?" you pout, "you know I don't-

"Because," Bruce said grinning, "Sometimes it's fun to set you up to fail."

[multi-fandomdisaster]

Welp, enough of you guys seen interested so I present my TGWDLM AU: The Guy Who Kinda Likes Musicals!

The AU itself is inspired by the lines "I'm still the man you trust," "You have to sing to survive," & "Put your words to lyrics and you're playing the game now" in Inevitable, as well as the fact that Jon said that he'd sometimes play Paul as only pretending to be a part of the Hive at the end of some shows.

It follows Emma Perkins and a partially-infected Paul Matthews post-TGWDLM who have decided to return to Hatchetfield in order to search for other survivors, eventually ending up setting up a survivor camp in order to help those who are left. They effectively use Paul's connection to the Hive in order to:

Make sure the Hive doesn't find them

Literally teach people how to "sing to survive"

Some fun facts about the AU (& by that I mean about Paul lol):

The reason Paul's only partially infected is because he breathed in the spores rather than directly consuming the blue shit. That being said, he is still infected, and as time goes on he'll start to lose more and more of himself to the Singular Voice. Basically his transition into the Hive is significantly slower.

Paul has a giant patch of blue-tinted skin across his stomach and the outside of his arms from where he got blown up by the grenade and the blue shit rebuilt his body.

One of the rules of the camp is to NEVER eat or drink after Paul, lest he spread the infection. Pretty much everything he eats and drinks is specifically labeled for him.

Pokey can talk through and take control of Paul, although only for short stretches of time. As time goes on, he starts being able to take over more frequently and for longer periods.

If you want to know anything more, please send an ask! I'd love to keep rambling about this AU lol

[lovedrruunk]

‘Awkward meetings ❀⋆.ೃ࿔

Venture (Overwatch x reader)

Authors note!! ＼(＾▽＾); second venture fic!! Tbh I just rlly rlly rlly hated my last one so I’m giving it another go bc I’m actually just so in love with them.. If you see me pocketing the HELL out of a venture mind yer damn business. also im having a pretty tough time coming up with scenarios so id rlly appreciate some ideas!

This was new. Sloane wasn’t nervous; they weren’t the nervous type! They’re bold, and fun, and eccentric (in a good way!) and they most definitely weren’t nervous! So why was it that each time you came around they seemed to trip over their words?

“Young love…” Tracer and Angela couldn’t help but smile, looking at the two of you from a distance as they were enjoying their coffee in Gibraltars HQ lounge.

Any regular person would call them crazy for seeing anything romantic about your awkward short interactions, but knowing both of you when you’re apart tells them everything they’d need to know.

“Yea!... I like your nails! They look… aesthetically pleasing…”

“Oh, thank you! Yea um- painted them myself!”

“Really? Wow! That must’ve taken like… a billion years!”

“Haha!...Yea!”

In the distance, both women were heavily facepalming. They couldn’t help but cringe at the conversation, and as cute as the two of you were, awkwardness had its limits and you two seemed to hit it a while ago.

Sloane didn’t plan on the conversation going this way, they promise! It’s just each time they try talking to you their palms start to sweat and their knees start to wobble and the only thing they can focus on is your face and your voice and trying to think of the right joke to make you laugh and suddenly all those late nights of coming up with scenarios in their head of what to say to you while giggling and kicking their feet are left completely forgotten. All the diary entries describing exactly what they would say and do in order to at least be your friend have now gone to waste.

To be more than an acquaintance to you, that's all they’re asking for, they’ve lowered their standard and yet they couldn’t even reach it!

With a heavy sigh, they turn to look at you, wanting to give the conversation one more try. “Look… I’m really sorry for how lame I'm being. To be honest, I just think you’re really cool and it feels like I have no idea how to approach you!” They smile as they feel their nerves calm now that they’ve confessed to their nervousness. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy they had decided to break the ice first.

“Oh gosh okay, I’m so glad I’m not the only one who felt that way!! I’ve always thought you were cool and funny, honestly I just really wanted to get to know you.”

At this point, you were both smiling and it seemed like the heavy atmosphere had completely vanished now that you were both being transparent.

In the background, Tracer and Angela celebrated quietly, proud of the two of you for finally being able to act normal around one another. You two spent the next couple of minutes warming up to each other as you laughed and joked making plans to hang out, a warm feeling now in your chests.

“Y’know I don’t even know why I was so intimidated in the first place…”

“You could sense my gay agenda.”

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY SEVEN: MASKED FT. KENMA

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: kenma wears masquerade mask, bathroom sex, semi-soft!dom kenma, y/n wears a skirt, fuck buddy au!, public sex kinda..

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1.3k

"kuroo, do you know where kenma is?" y/n questioned her friend. she'd notice his unique haircut which was the only reason why she was able to differentiate him from the rest of the individuals in the room. "I don't know, he just wandered off down the hallway. you know that he's not really into these kinds of events"

"then why did we drag him with us?" y/n sighed, pulling kuroo's mask a bit to make it snap back onto his face. he let out a small yelp, covering his face with a hand before using the other to point down the hallway in the direction of where he last saw his best friend depart to.

y/n followed his slightly hidden gaze that peeked through the mask, passing by making out couples before finally arriving in front of the bathroom's door. three knocks.

no answer

she knocked once again and it only felt like the music was coincidently getting louder. "kenma?" she called. expecting to hear an acknowledging hum, she was instead met with the sound of what seemed to be a moan. "kenma..?"

this time her voice was filled with more confusion until she sighed, staring at the closed door. closing her eyes and taking a small deep breath, y/n began to contemplate what to do before hearing the sound of the lock twist.

"aw, why'd you stop calling my name?"

her eyes shot open when she saw kenma peek his head around the slightly ajar door. "what are you doing?" she questioned, not knowing what else to possibly ask him in such a short amount of time. "what do you think? i'm sure you heard at least something familiar"

y/n almost begged herself to try and lose contact with kenmas locking gaze but her eyes were disobeying her silent orders. afterall, the mask that he wore basically highlighted his amber irises. "you seemed to be having fun out there. i didn't want to disturb you"

he kept the door slightly opened, skillfully only allowing half of his torso to be visible to y/n's eyes. "disturb me for what?" as y/n let the words pass by her lips, kenma suddenly reached for her wrist, pulling her into the small space of the bathroom.

his eyes seemed to dart down to his visible and clothed erection, making y/n suddenly let out a choked cough, being caught off guard by his unexpected action. "oh.."

"dont 'oh' me? help me"

"oh"

"y/n" he called her name, this time dropping all signs of patience. "kenma, how did this even happen?" she questioned as he pulled her hand closer towards himself. "that's not important right now" he let out a staggered sigh when he placed his hand over y/n's guiding her to palm himself.

"y/n, let me fuck you..please?"

"what if someone walks in, kenma?" she questioned. "were wearing masks and as long as you only let me hear your sounds, it won't be easy to tell who you are, will it?"

she rolled her eyes but was interrupted she she felt kenmas body press against her own, slightly pinning her onto the bathrooms counter. "fine". y/n saw the small smirk that appeared onto's kenma's lip beneath his sleek designed mask, making her avoid his lustful aura.

kenma reached for the edge of her mask before pulling it over her head and placing it onto the empty space on the sink. y/n reached for his, trying to do the same but he swiftly grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements.

"are you not taking yours off too? it'll get in the way" y/n sent kenma a small glare, when she felt his sudden contact. "it'll actually be beneficial" he mumbled, placing a hand on y/n's inner thigh. "how so?"

"it forces you to keep eye contact with me"

y/n's protesting words were kept behind her lips when kenmas hand only trailed further up her thigh and under the fabric of her skirt. "kenma, i thought you wanted to be satisfied?" y/n mumbled when kenma's index finger hooked the hem of her underwear. "i could get off just by ruining you though"

kenma smiled when his eyes captured the image of y/n's eyes and faltering glare. he reached his hand into the restricting fabric before immediately circling her sensitive bud with his thumb. y/n could only shudder at the sudden temperature change that was caused by his contact, making kenma use his free hand to place on her lower back.

"relax, y/n. what are you so tense for?" he questioned. "oh i don't know, kenma? maybe the fact that there's so many people outside-" her words were cut off when swift movements were made by kenma to correctly sit her atop of the sink's counter. "what'd i say? were wearing masks. no one will know"

y/n nodded redirecting her focus to kenma's hand's which continued to abuse small circles against her bud. he stopped his movements once he realized where y/n's gaze resided, making her look up and to his masked expression. "only keep your eyes on me".

y/n didn't react. infact, she couldn't. the way that all emotion that was visible in kenmas irises only turned into lust, capturing her racing thoughts and worry. her breathing slightly quicked and the feeling of arousal all being caused by kenma, only caused her eye's to fight the need of shutting from the pleasure.

as the speed of kenmas hands quickend, y/ n slightly bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to suppress her moans, all the while, still keeping her low lidded gaze on kenmas reflecting one. y/n never noticed before but kenmas words were right. the mask did in fact force her to focus on only his gaze and lips.

even if she wanted to, she couldn't admire any of his other features due to the mask's restriction. these thoughts caused her receiving pleasure to feel even more impactful. kenma noticed how she now struggled to keep her moans to a quiet volume so he leaned forward, using his free hand to cup her cheek, and guide her closer to himself for a kiss.

y/n allowed her moans to fall against his lips once they finally made contact. keeping the movements of his hand at a steady pace, kenma slowed down for a split second when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

he ignored it, too busy focusing on the pleasure of y/n but he groaned into their shared kiss when he felt his phone vibrate once again. kenma rolled his eyes, quickening the pace of his thumb against y/n's bud.

she quietly mumbled his name into the crook of his neck after the pleasure finally began to reach its peak and she couldn't help but closer her eyes and rest her forehead on his shoulder. "i wanna see you"

"kenma-"

just before y/n was about to protest, she felt his movements slow down, knowing that kenma only did it as a 'warning'. "okay, okay. you're so-"

he smiled and completely stopped his movements, causing y/n to cut off her sentence. "kenma stop doing that" she mumbled, placing her hand on his wrist. "you want me to stop?"

with a small and thankful sigh, y/n held kenmas gaze when he finally continued his pleasuring actions, allowing her to finally reach the peak of her satisfaction. kenmas realized how she struggled to quiet her moans so, sneaking a hand to her nape, he guided her down closer to his face, meeting lips with y/n once again.

"y/n, kenma!" the sudden voice of kuroo was accompanied with the knock that was heard on the door. kenma continued to rub circles against y/n's bud, pulling away from the kiss and replacing his lips with his palm to keep y/n's pleasure filled moans, suppressed.

"y/n, i know the both of you are in there. you guys have no shame" they both heard the disappointment laced in kuroo's voice and y/n could only focus on kenma's continued pleasure when the smirk on his lips were slowly becoming more visible due to her amplifying moans.

"what, you wanna join or something?" kenma's voice was kept at it's usual low tone but somehow, kuroo was still able to hear his words.

"kenma, you're sick"

[cinnamonbear22]

Oblivious love (c.s x reader)

Chapter six

First five parts are up <3

This part is suuppperrr long but it’s fun sooo

Tw: fem reader, suggestive!!!, angst, fluff

no one could have ever prepared me for how hard it was being in a long distance relationship. days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. my life seemed as if it were flying by now since i was consumed with working full time at a populated restaurant as a server. me and chris tried the best we could to stay in touch everyday, but considering how both our lives are so busy, sometimes we'd only be able to text once maybe twice a day. we barley call much anymore, and he hasn't been back to boston in six months.

but i knew our connection was strong. it always has been.

but as much as he would reassure me, it was easy for me to get extremely down and insecure. the thought of another girl had always run through my head, or if he was losing interest, or if he really enjoyed the chase but not us actually being together. i knew he was afraid of commitment, and in times like these, it was hard for me to believe he still wanted to be with me.

but every month that we've been together, he'd always send me a package and tons of letters on our little anniversary date. we'd even have an over the phone dinner date. it sounds extremely corny, but it was so worth it. tonight was our nine month anniversary. i was more than anxious to get home to call him, and open the stuff he had sent me. he's always spoiling me.

i had three hours left of my shift, it was a crazy friday night with orders being thrown left and right, rude customers, and even worse tippers. it wasn't a good day for me at all. i had to work an eleven hour shift as well to cover the call offs. as much as i loved making money, this was totally draining. but i knew that at the end of the night i would be able to hear his voice and virtually celebrate with him.

the bell from the kitchen feverishly rang as dishes were flooding the counter. i was quick to snatch them quickly but carefully to take them to each table, being polite and sweet to each of the customers. i felt my overwhelmed body slowly shutting down. i was hot, gross, sweaty, and my mind was completely overstimulated.

i rushed to the back of the restaurant where my manager was helping the cooks with tickets and plating food. "hey im sorry, i need to step out for a minute" i more demanded than asked him as i wiped the beads of sweat coming from my forehead.

"be back in five, please" he nodded with extreme aggressiveness in his eyes as he said with those words. my manager was super sweet and understanding, but i could tell he was just as overwhelmed as i was.

i grabbed my cellphone from my purse and headed out into the back parking lot where i usually spent my breaks sitting against the wall and getting fresh air. i lazily sunk back against the warm brick, letting my body collapse on the cement. without hesitation, i called chris.

it rang for a long time before he actually picked up. "hey baby" his voice was quick to calm my overworked nerves.

"hi" i couldn't help but to smile at the little pet name. he's been calling me that for awhile now, but it always me butterflies. he still gives me butterflies.

"how are you doing? how's work?"

"crazy, we're fucking slammed" i took a deep breath while closing my eyes and leaning my head against the brick.

"awe" he cooed sympathetically, but i couldn't help but hear the array of voices in the background. "i'm sorry love"

"thank you," i tried my best to recognize the voices. it was hard to tell over the phone. "what are you up to?"

"just with a few friends" his answer was short. Which was strange to me because he never answered short, he was always going into detail about every little thing in his life.

"oh" i hummed. i wasn't sure what to make of it, i was most definitely overthinking it.

"i'm so sorry to cut this short but i really have to go" he was now slightly chuckling. i assumed his friends were trying to get his attention.

"it's okay" i swallowed hard and tried to cover the disappointment in my voice.

"i'll try to text you"

"thanks" i bit my lips as i felt my throat completely drying up.

"bye bye my sweet princess" his voice sounded and happy and it was hard for me to reciprocate his energy.

"wait" i held him up, hoping he'd still stay on the line.

"yes baby?"

"are we still going to call tonight..?" i asked sheepishly, afraid of his answer.

"why tonight?" his voice sounded genuinely confused as fits of laughter were happening near him.

"nothing. i'm sorry to bother you, bye" and with that i quickly hung up the phone as tears rolled down my cheeks. how could he forget? did he genuinely forget? i know he's busy... but how..?

the rest of the shift ended up being a bit miserable. even with how busy it was, it was all blocked out by the thoughts of mine and his conversation. millions of possibilities ran in my head to why and how he could’ve forgotten and that basically ate me alive the rest of the night. was it possible did he not care anymore? i was an insignificant part of his busy life, i wasn't a priority to him considering he had much bigger things to worry about. but why is he stringing me along then? just to know he has someone? so he doesn’t feel alone?

after i did my closing duties i didn't hang around like i usually did. i wished everyone a goodnight, grabbed my stuff, and left as fast as i could. there was nothing more that i wanted then to go home and cry into my mothers arms.

the traffic wasn't bad on the way home since its sort of late. barley anyone was out besides at the late night bars or clubs. once i turned down my street, i eyed up the sturniolo's home as if the triplets were magically going to be there. there were two extra cars sitting in their driveway from what their own cars, one of them looked like nate's, the other one i believed was justin's. it wasn't unusual that nate would sometimes go over there solo just to have dinner with them, or help mr. sturniolo out with home projects.

once i had pulled into my driveway a few houses down, i was welcomed with an empty driveway meaning my mom went out. the pit in my stomach grew as a few more tears slipped out of my eyes, wanting nothing but comfort right now. i walked into my empty, dark home with dread hanging heavy over my head. at least i had his card to open tonight, considering it came in the mail a few days ago but i always wait until the day of our anniversary to open it.

i didn't even bother turning on the house lights since i just went straight into my bedroom. the card was laying neatly on my nightstand near some of the trinkets and items from previous packages. as i sat down on my bed, i checked my phone one last time to see if i had any notifications from him.

i prayed there would be. i prayed that he had realized that he'd remember, and this whole night would make a good turn.

but he didn't.

i reached for the card and began opening it since we weren't going to open our gifts over facetime like how we normally do... how did he forget?

inside the envelope contained a store bought card with a corny quote on the front. this was also not like him at all. he always, always hand-wrote me letters that would be several pages long. this was adding to my overthinking, proving myself right that he could be losing interest.

inside the card contained a twenty dollar gift card to mcdonald's, and a continuation of the corny quote in the inside. the only thing that he wrote on the inside was a heart signed with his name after.

"are you serious..?" i took a shaky deep breath while speaking out loud to myself. he never, ever has done anything like this before. it's not that i'm not appreciative of his gifts big or small, I appreciated every single thing this man has ever done for me, but it's easy to tell how minimal effort he put into this. he couldn't even write 'love chris'? he couldn't write a little more? he always does.

i tossed the card on the floor, letting out all my tears instead of holding them back. i threw my phone on my bed and bitterly walked myself into the bathroom, turning on the shower before running back and grabbing some pajamas for after.

i just wanted to talk to him a little longer tonight. i wanted nothing but to hear his voice, and enjoy our anniversary together over the phone. but he couldn't even remember.

this was complete bullshit.

third person

chris in-fact did not forget their anniversary. currently, he was a few houses down from her in his own. justin, nate, (y/n)'s mom, and his parents all picked him and his brothers up at the airport a few hours ago.

chris had been planning this surprise for a few weeks now, and ever since he'd been planning, he's been wanting to tell (y/n) so badly. it was so hard for him to keep anything from her since she was basically his personal diary where he would tell her every thought that ran across his head.

he had sent her a shitty card on purpose just to add more to his surprise. but with keeping this secret from her, over the last few weeks it had been hard for him to even speak to her. everytime he'd hear her voice he felt extreme guilt. he felt like he was lying to her, betraying her. it caused him to be more distant which was also giving him major anxiety.

but finally tonight was the night his plan was finally going to unfold. all of the stress and tension was finally going to be released. his entire body was beaming, he felt so jittery and excited. it had been months since they last seen each other.

not to mention, the amount of gifts he had bought her was absolutely absurd. it took him, matt, nick, and nate to carry everything he had bought for her. he never cared spending the money on her. he enjoyed gift giving.

"she's home from work, she usually jumps in the shower right away once she's off" her mother peered out the window and chris's heart began to race. the love of his life was only a few houses down, just like the past. nick had grabbed the camera since chris had asked him to record it since they had all loved looking back at memories.

"come on, let's go" chris smiled widely, grabbing an arm full of his gifts and matt and nate did the same, nick carried as much as he could since he had already started recording.

they had all piled out their front door, running like children down the sidewalk to (y/n)'s house. they were all chuckling and laughing as the warm summer breeze lifted their hair. all of them felt nostalgic, remembering they used to do this all of the time.

(y/n)'s mom had left the back door open for them in advance before she left her house. they quietly opened her chain linked fence, being cautious of how rusted the hinges were.

all of them were filled with laugher, trying their hardest to open the sliding back door and keeping their chuckles as quiet as possible. chris's energy was extremely contagious, for they all felt overwhelmed with excitement and giddiness. especially because they know how hard it was for chris to keep the secret away from (y/n).

"wait" matt quietly shushed all of them as they all stopped dead in their tracks. they all stood around and looked at him, seeing what the problem was. "alright showers going, let's go" he smiled and they began to tiptoe on the steps leading up to her bedroom.

"we have to do this real quick" chris spoke low to them as he opened up her door slowly.

quietly, each of them flooded into her room and they all instantly got to work. nick handed the camera off to nathan as he began to arrange the rose petals chris had bought into a heart on her bed. matt and nathan scattered the helium balloons around her bedroom, as chris started to litter her bed with the gifts he had bought her. he had ended up buying her so much that he couldn't even fit all the presents on just her bed, he had to arrange them neatly on her bedroom floor.

"mom?" (y/n) called down her steps, causing all of the boys to freeze in their place. "are you home?" her voice sounded hurt, making chris's heart drop.

nick quietly made his way behind her door and shut off her lights that were near him. matt laid on the floor near her bed that was out of view from the door, and nathan hurried and took the closet. she sighed when she didn't hear a response, and her footsteps began approaching the room they were all in.

chris held onto the plush bear he got her, which the big bear held a number nine. he was buzzing practically, he anxiously rolled back and forth from his heels to his toes. he couldn't handle the anticipation, he just wanted to run out a hug her as tight as he could. his smile was ear to ear as he could hear the doorknob jiggling, he couldn't see anything since her room was now pitch black.

the doorknob jiggled, but she never entered the room. instead, they heard footsteps straying away from her room and down the steps. "are you fucking kidding me" nick whispered through gritting teeth, causing them all to laugh quietly amongst themselves.

(y/n) skipped down the steps and into her dark kitchen. she flipped on the light switch, and opened up one of her cabinets to grab a bowl. "what's she doing?" matt muttered as everyone listened carefully. once the sound of cereal being poured, they all began to laugh once again.

"cereal after a shower is crazy" nate peaked his head out of the closet and they all began to chuckle more. it was the best type of laughter, where they all tried holding it back but the more they heard each other they just couldn't. it was like getting the giggles in church but you have to be quiet.

"why it crazy though?" chris argued with his friend in the dark, clutching the bear to his chest as he began to sway around anxiously. "if you really think about it it's sort of an amazing comb-"

"be quiet!" nick lowly hushed all of them. the room became completely silent, not even their breathing could be heard. chris listened carefully to the footsteps approaching the door once again. his entire body was radiating as the wide grin came back onto his face. he wouldn't be able to hide it if he tried.

(y/n) wiped her dripping nose with chris's hoodie she was wearing with the hood draped over her head. the scent was almost completely faded from it. she tried her best not to cry anymore. she was so disappointed and upset, she had no idea what to even think. her shower didn't help clear her thoughts whatsoever.

slowly, her bedroom door creaked open and the hallway light spilled into the room. nick held his breath as he held the camera up towards chris. chris's heart was pounding so hard he was convinced everyone in the quiet room must've heard it. (y/n)'s hand wearily roamed her wall to reach the light switch.

once she had flicked it on, chris had finally burst. "happy nine months!" he screamed excitingly, gripping the bear so tight in his hands since he was ecstatic.

first person

my jaw had hit the floor.

my entire stomach filled with butterflies as i set my bowl on my dresser and ran into his arms that quickly welcomed me. he had swiftly dropped the bear he was holding while i jumped into him at full speed, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his torso. he stumbled back a little, but he was able to still stand as he held me back just as tight. this had to have now been the one-hundredth time i cried today, but these tears were good ones.

"my love..." i pulled away from him as he held me under my butt, we both looked in each others eyes with extreme adoration. "i missed you" my hand reached around his neck to his face as his eyes grew glossy. his smile was so big and genuine it absolutely melted my heart.

"surprise" he raised his brows and smiled as he spoke in a gentle tone with me. both of us started to lean in, slowly closing the small gap between us.

"woah! woah! woah!" nicks voice screamed throughout the room right as i was about to reach his lips. "do not" he held up his finger wagging it dramatically. my eyes went wide from complete awe as he was holding a camera that was pointed at us.

"nick?!" i looked back at chris with excitement and disbelief, then back to nick. chris set me down and i was quick to engulf nick in a hug. "oh my god nick, why haven't i seen you in so long?" he bent down and hugged me tightly around my shoulders as i strangled his neck, laughing at my reaction into my damp hair. "i'm going to kill you" i wiped my eyes from the tears that were gently falling, i felt an array of emotions all at once and my body didn’t know what to do.

"i'm sorry" he leaned back at me and smiled apologetically, pulling me back into him after i had just smacked his arm. "shit has gotten so crazy" he talked dramatically while i leaned against my best friend. "it wasnt intentional you know that" he squeezed my shoulder gently and platonically pecked the top of my head. "you know you're my best friend for life, no matter what" we both looked at each other and smiled, making me feel so much better.

"where's my matty b?" i stepped away from nick and looked around for matt. I knew he had to be here somewhere since he was usually never without them. as my eyes were scanning the area for him, i finally began recognizing my room. it was littered with gorgeously wrapped gifts and bags that spilled off of my bed. there was rose petals that were arranged in a heart with a nine in the center, and balloons floated against my ceiling. my heart had completely stopped at the display in front of me. "oh my god..." i froze in place as my hand covered my agape mouth staring at the array of gestures. "christopher..." i looked over at him with shock which he smiled widely and crossed his arms pridefully.

"i'm here" matt pushed himself off my floor, but i was so caught up in the scene in front of me his words were drowned out. i was completely lost in chris's overjoyed smile. "don't be too excited" his tone sounded sassy which immediately drew my attention back to him.

"awe matt," i quickly turned with open arms and pulled him right into me. "i missed you so much" i gave him a tight squeeze around his torso as his hands rubbed my back. "you're a jerk too for not seeing me sooner" i pulled away and nudged his stomach playfully as he chuckled from how ticklish he was.

"come on," he smiled down at me and kept his arm around my shoulder. He still gently rubbing my back before speaking again, "you know i didn't do it on purpose. like nick said, it's been absolutely insane down in l.a. for us"

"i understand, im just teasing you" i gave him one more tight squeeze before i slowly gravitated towards chris. He smiled warmly at me as he held up one of his arms in a welcoming manner. i leaned right into him as his arm draped around my shoulder and kissing the top of my head excitedly. my closet doors suddenly swung open, revealing nate with a goofy smile. "nathan?" i was more confused than excited, considering me and him went out for coffee this morning. "are you serious? did you know the whole time?"

"what? it's not my secret to tell" he grinned as i walked out from underneath Chris to hug him lovingly even though i was with him almost everyday.

"and you're a jerk, as well as the rest of them" i had nudged his arm with saying that, but i was prompt to head straight back into chris. i rested my head against his shoulder as i wrapped my arm around his torso looking around the room filled with an absurd amount of gifts and my best friends. his strong scent filled my nose, giving me a serene sensation i've been craving.

"alright, we're going to leave you guys alone" nick put down the camera as he watched me and Chris adoringly. He started to gather up Matt and Nathan like a mother.

"awe guys," i slightly pouted at the sight of them walking out of my room. as much as i wanted to be with chris right now, i havent seen matt and nick in months. I missed them just as much as I missed chris. "we have to do something tomorrow okay?" i walked over to both nick and matt, opening my arms for another hug from the each of them.

"promise" matt rubbed my back softly for reassurance of the plans.

"i love you guys, thank you so much" my eyes darted in between nick, matt, and nate. "ill see you tomorrow nate" i hugged him too since i didn't want him to feel left out. they all started to walk out of my bedroom, closing the door behind them. i didn't even have to let them out since they've been here so many times, it's like their second home. once i had heard the door close shut, I turned around slowly to face my goofy boyfriend. "christopher owen what have you done?" i asked in shock with my hand on my hips, looking like a mother who's about to discipline her child.

"was it too much?" he chuckled as i still stood in place, reality completely setting in for me now. i didn’t know how to feel at all, i was so down for months, especially today and then suddenly, here is the solution for my sadness standing right in front of me. but for one, i've been neglected all day long by him, and quite frankly the last month has been pretty rough communication wise. so he thinks a ton of gifts are going to undo the damage? but it was such a surprise... it seemed genuine if he had his brothers and friend here to help. it was hard to be mad at him, i could never stay mad at him, but the way he makes me feel sometimes is unbearable. "you're not talking right now i'm scared" he raised the large teddy bear up to hide his face childishly before walking closer to me. he started to reach his arms out to grab me with a smug grin. I didn’t know how to feel at all right now. truly, I’ve never felt more mixed emotions in my life.

"i'm seriously going to kill you" i pushed his arm away as he tried to give me a hug. his face completely dropped from a sly smirk to a tense, hesitant expression.

"what?" he pouted with glossy lips and his brows knit tightly together with confusion.

"you made me feel like a piece of shit all day chris, not even all day but the last month" my emotions felt extremely mixed. i am so much more than happy to see him, he’s the love of my life, but the way things have been going for us haven't been all too good. everytime I bring up that I wanted to talk about our issue and fixing it, he would always come up with an excuse to why we couldn’t talk right then, or not even respond at all. i knew he wasn’t the type to handle confrontation well, but if this was going to be the only time we had to talk about it, it was going to happen now.

"i-im sorry!" he slightly raised his voice that was laced with a bit of fear. "please don't be mad, i know you are though, but see, it was all apart of the plan" he smiled pleadingly while rambling and started slowly moving away from me. "listen baby, i know i've seemed distant for a little bit but you have to understand" he pressed his lips together as his eyes were showing extreme distress.

"understand what?" i cocked a brow aggressively without even meaning to.

"i started planning this surprise around two months ago, and ever since i booked the flights and told my brothers the idea, i've felt so anxious ever since." his tone was sincere and timid as he still held eye contact with me.

"anxious about what?" i asked more softly, my heart slowly began to melt. I hated hearing that he was anxious, I know how bad he struggles with anxiety but he refuses to talk a lot about it, so him openly using that term made my heart sink.

"every single time we'd speak, text, call, whatever! i always felt like i was lying to you by not telling you i was coming back into town for our anniversary, and that really, really stressed me out" he took a deep breath with his hand over his chest. “because it would just fucking kill me everytime I heard your little voice over the phone asking ‘am I going to see you soon?’ and I just had to say no” he mocked my voice but in a non-teasing manner. It looked as if he were having a small panic attack, his eyes frantically roamed all over my face and his chest rose and fell rapidly. I bit my lip guilty at the fact that I jumped to conclusions way too quickly. "and i cannot lie to you, ever, i had to lie and tell you i wasn't coming home anytime soon, i lied about upcoming events, i had to lie and lie and lie" he swallowed hard as my face completely softened from the anger I was holding onto. "i don't like lying to you. i never will ever again, and it was so hard on me to keep this from you since i tell you everything" he was anxiously rambling, our eyes locked strongly as he spoke. "i felt so guilty, i didn't even know how to talk to you for the last month. i'm so sorry." i stood there quietly while my eyes darted across the room at the substantial amount of gifts that were overflowing from my bed to the ground, then back up at chris who was rubbing his mouth; one of his subconscious nervous habits. "baby i'm really sorry" his brows knitted together as his eyes widened and he kept his hand covering his mouth. "please say something i'm really scared" he broke eye contact with me for the first time and looked around the room nervously.

my heart was completely melted. i felt so ashamed to even be passive aggressive towards him, he didn't deserve that at all. my lips pouted for playful sympathy as i started to walk towards him. i stood on my tip toes and i threw my arms around his shoulders, hugging his neck and running my fingers through his soft hair. "chris" i sighed and hugged him tighter as his arms found their way around to my waist. my head gently rested on his shoulder as i took in more of his cologne. "i love you, so, so much" i picked my head off of his shoulder and began to pepper kisses all around his cheeks, earning a lot of small chuckles and laughs from him. "you are the sweetest boy ever" my hands traveled from hair hair up his jaw to cup his face. his big familiar smile returned from earlier. "thank you" i smiled back up at him, caressing his cheeks gently as his eyes focused down on me. his face was completely relaxed now, no more tension, no more stress. just him.

he slowly bent his head down to my height and yanked me even closer to him. our bodies were fully pressed together now, and as much as we've been close and intimate, butterflies were quickly filling the insides of my stomach as i felt a blush spread across my face. his ears were tinted a soft pink as well as his cheeks, making me smile even wider at how adorable he looked. "you're smile is so precious" his eyes looked down at my mouth and quickly reconnected with mine again. i bit my lip to try and resist smiling and blushing even more, but i couldn't help it. "thank you for forgiving me my sweet princess," his hand swept gently across my burning cheeks, brushing away my stray damp hair.

"how could i not" my hands still held his gentle face as we both stared at each other with worship and appreciation. we both began to lean in and finally, after six long months, our lips softly engaged in a sweet, tender kiss. we were both so light with our soft touches, but the energy and compassion was radiating throughout the room. we breathed heavily against each other as my hands laced through the back of his hair and his big hands started squeezing my waist, pulling me into him even more as if we havent seen each other in decades. i felt him begin to smile in the kiss, making me blush even harder. his smile then turned to small chuckles as he pulled away from me and covered his mouth to try and refrain his laughter. "what?" i looked at him in an amused fashion, my eyebrows shot up with confusion as i immediately felt embarrassed. "did i do something? did my kissing get bad?"

"no, no" he waved his hands as his face was pink and his eyes were squinted shut from laughing so much. "i'm just really, really happy. i started laughing i’m sorry" he pressed a smile in his lips before covering his mouth again and looking away. "i'm sorry"

"do i have something on my face or what?" i immediately pushed myself off of him and turned to look in the mirror that's on my wall, checking myself up and down to see if there was anything laughable. "bad breath?"

"no," he whined, accentuating the 'o' before he came up behind and picked me up by the waist, squeezing me tightly. "i'm actually just so happy and giggly" he kissed my cheek before picking me up and spinning us around. i began to laugh now at his high energy, i could feel it shedding off of him and into me. "i'm just so happy to see my girl" he set me down but still kept his arms around my waist. he gently began swaying us both side to side as i laughed with him. "my girl, my girl, my girl" he sang the temptations song in my ear as his head laid on my shoulder. "now," he spun me around again and faced me towards my bed. "i want to see you open all your gifts" he let go of my waist and began to rub his hands together deviously. "i can't wait to see your reaction" he smirked down at me causing me to laugh.

"youre the corniest person i've ever met." i shook my head as he softly pushed me to sit on my bed. like a little elf, he handed me every single gift. each gift i had opened he would give an explanation for each item i've received. what meaning it had, why he picked it, where he got it and whatnot. he was completely ecstatic and had high reactions to my own. it was like he was the one receiving. each item he got me was expensive... price does not matter to me whatsoever, but absolutely nothing at all was cheap of what he got me. i felt so horrible and guilty at the same time. "chris i feel like a spoiled brat right now" i shyly looked up at him as i held a dior necklace in my hands, the same one i have only mentioned one time to him months ago.

"you are a brat" he was laying on his side across ny bed, his arm propping his head up as he watched me open the gifts. his eyes were slightly drooping now, making me almost fold completely.

he had to have been tired from a long day especially with flying, that always made him excessively sleepy. his eyes tiredly looked up at me, his hair was a bit messy, and his bicep was slightly flexed as he held his head up. "am i?" i jokingly challenged him, trying to bother him on purpose.

"oh yeah," his voice was slightly hoarse as well, making me tense up. "you're a little spoiled brat" he widened his eyes in a silly manner, nudging me in the back with his foot. "look at you blushing" he cooed at me in a high-pitched voice, reaching his hand that wasn't holding his head up to pinch at my thighs.

"cut it out" i covered my face and looked the opposite direction, only getting more flustered. i couldn't even control it at this point.

"stop, look back" he whined childishly but i didn't listen to him just to push his buttons. "see you are a brat you don't listen" i heard him shift on the bed and quickly i felt his hands slide against my waist. he rested his head on my shoulder, pressing me against his chest. "what? you dont like being called a spoiled brat?" his fingers gently crept from my back up to my neck, pushing my hair away softly as he craned his face in my skin.

"you're so annoying" i leaned against him, tilting my head to the side so he had more room to nestle his face in. i was such a sucker for him.

"am i?" he mocked me as his hot breath hit against my skin, sending chills immediately up my spine. "if i'm so annoying then why do you have goosebumps?" he gently pressed his lips into the side of my neck, completely making me cave into him. i didn't even know how to tease him back, his touch was easy to make my head spin. "c'mon my love let's open the rest of the gifts" he now pecked a kiss underneath my jawline as his hands slid underneath the hoodie i was wearing, gripping my bare waist tightly. his hands felt so warm against my skin.

"don't tease me" i snapped out of the trance i was in, taking my head off of him so I could look up at him behind me. his eyes were still droopily tired with a cocky smirk across his face.

"what? i'm not doing anything" he pretended to be innocent behind his lustful blue eyes. i looked him up and down with pressed lips together as his fingers started to rub tiny circles in my waist.

"are you going to let me go so i can keep opening your gifts?" i collected myself so i could shoot back at him.

"i'm never, ever letting you go" his sexy smirk turned into a large smile and he quickly kissed my forehead. He started to shuffle around the bed some more and scooted closer towards me.

"corny" i rolled my eyes at him before he completely picked me up on the bed, and threw me to the other side.

"who you callin' corny" he began to tickle me as rose petals now scattered everywhere, and i began laughing as hard as i could.

"chris! im going to kill you!" i roared while trying to swat his hands away until i finally lunged up at him. i started to push him off me as and began feverishly hitting him to try and get him to stop tickling me.

but considering all of his years fighting with his brothers, he swiftly grabbed my hands in an instant, and tackled me against the bed. "you're so cute" he had big puppy dog eyes as he was fully restricting my limbs since he was on top of my arms and legs. he began peppering kisses all over my face as i tried to squirm and move out of his grip. "awe," he cooed down at me as my face was cringing away from him. "you'll never be able to get away" he teased me one more time before getting up to sit calmly at the edge of my bed.

"you're so crazy" i tried to kick him but my legs didn't reach. he just smiled and shook his head, laughing away at his own actions.

"crazy in love" he said in a nerdy voice before collapsing and laying completely dead in my bed. he sighed dramatically like how they do in movies, making me laugh even more at him. everything felt so perfect. so normal. for the first time in months i felt complete. he was truly my other half.

i crawled over to him as he pretended to be dead at the edge of my bed, his eyes were shut and his tongue was hanging out. i laughed at him and pinched his side, and surprisingly he didn’t even flinch. "that's so unfortunate" i sighed loudly like he did but his eyes still didn’t open. "well, good thing i can go to my other boyfriends house in my new victoria secret set, lacy, reveali-"

"what new set?" only one of his blue eyes opened and i immediately started laughing at his immaturity. "you got a new set and didn't show me?!" both his eyes now opened widely as i sat above him.

"not concerned about the other boyfriend or?" i joked but he quickly responded with scoff.

"i know you don't have another boyfriend because i've demolished every single male who looks your way" he raised his brows dramatically with a know it all attitude, cracking his knuckles goofily and nodding proudly.

"demolished is a crazy word choice" my hand reached down to his head that was rested near my lap. i started to gently run my nails through his hair and he instantly smiled at the sensation. He looked up at me lovingly, and returned the gaze. “you’re so weird,” i giggled down at his silly lovestruck smile.

"show me the new set" his expression looked eagerly at me while wiggling his eyebrows.

"you are the worlds biggest cornball" i slapped his arm and he pinched my thigh as his comeback. "i didn't actually get one"

"boo" he shoved a thumbs down in my face before putting his arms behind his head, showing off more of the veins in his along his forearms and wrist. "don't worry," he brought back his devious smirk that made my heart drop. "i got you one."

"did you really?" i was shocked, not expecting that at all from him. "how did you know what size to get?" i tilted my head in curiosity.

"i know you inside and out baby" he winked jokingly at me, instantly causing blood to rush straight to my cheeks.

"i hate you" i laughed in an embarrassed manner while feeling the cockiness radiate off of him.

"it's in that pink bag right there" he lifted his arm out from behind his head and pointed to one of the unopened bags on the ground. "try it on" he demanded, but quickly changed his demeanor. "please" he softened his hard face to a pleading one.

my cheeks were most definitely as bright as a tomato as i stood up from my bed, stepping over gift bags and reaching for the pink one. "this one?" i asked while holding it up as he nodded with a wide smile on his face. "oh my god.." i bit my lip nervously.

i set the bag down on my dresser and began to move the tissue paper over to reveal a smaller box inside. chris started to shift around in my bed, sitting straight up with his hands neatly in his lap. "i'm really excited" he clapped his hands as he carefully watched my expression through the mirror. "but if you don't want to try it on it's okay" he quickly threw up his hands in defense with big apologetic eyes.

"no, no, i will" i turned back and looked at him with the box in my hand.

"are you sure?" he asked, his lustful attitude quickly left as he double checked.

"yes baby" i smiled and didn’t hesitate to walk out of my room into the bathroom. i didn't mind changing in front of him, but i wanted this to be a surprise since he was on the edge of his seat.

i walked down the hall into the bathroom and quickly opened the box. inside there was a white lingere set. the top was very lacy and displaying, definitely not covering up much. as well as the bottoms, they were lacy just like the top, with not much coverage.

of course, he'd pick the one with the least amount of fabric.

i began undressing myself from my pajamas and into the lingerie. i have no idea if this would fit considering how small it was... i carefully clasped the bra and turned it around the right way, weaving my arms into the delicate straps. i dropped my pants, and slid on the tiny thong.

i looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, and surprisingly, it hugged everything perfectly. it accentuated my breast as well as my thighs, making me feel like a super model. although it was extremely sheer and revealing, it made me look amazing.

i started to pick up my clothes off the bathroom floor and i started to assemble the small box back together so i didn't leave a mess. as i was throwing away the tissue paper from inside the box, a condom fell out from the decretive sheer sheets. "chris.." i sighed to myself before grabbing it as well as the rest of the items i took into the bathroom. i hurried down the hall incase my mom came home and i didn't hear, and stood nervously outside my door. "close your eyes" i yelled, resting my hand on the knob.

[malkon-dova]

Shit your pants simulator | Echoes of The Eye/Outer Wilds DLC

outer wilds DLC 1st playthrough liveblog | no spoilers, hints or tips please if commenting! |

PART ONE: Crossroads

(Content features 4/11's session; Writing this pre-game on 4/18)

I did quite a bit of progress!!! After getting reacquainted with The Stranger after a week of not playing, I decided to finally explore more of The Reservoir. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find whatever is making my log scream at me saying that I haven't discovered everything yet. Rip.

But!!! There's always more to find when you're stuck! And wouldn't you know, there's fun little house with a broken bridge I've yet to go to! And with a mysterious passage too!!! :]

And man, I didn't realize how much I've missed in The Stranger till now!! A whole town/section right there that I had missed!! And all because I didn't stay flush-right to the stream :D wow!

The Hidden Gorge is fantastic btw! It's such a cool area, so much to explore!!! And there's those artifacts too!! :) Which, at the time- I had no idea how to use. There's also another dead-people tower, which. I hate. with a passion.

Either way, after gallivanting around the place and navigating the ghost matter maze I finally enter the house and-

jesus christ i nearly shat my pants here. Not the god ray on the eye dude ;o; ohhh my godd. the music too?? aaaccchhhgkkkk. fantastic. makes me cry

And there's one of those locks on the top floor too! I'm sure the puzzle solution is connected to wherever the chain behind the broken wall (where the eye sits) has something to do with it. yet to figure that out though!

Either way, I found this reel about a busted hull!!! and wow!! im glad i pursued that!!! so much info!!! And actual information about the artifacts too!!!

Huh! In order to activate the flame in the artifact, they close their eyes. Well. I suppose the only way to do that for our character is to sleep. Good thing there's fireplaces in the dead-people towers!

oh no.

g. guys. guys. (shaking you). why are the dead people gone. why are the dead people gone. they have disappeared. why are they gone. why is it so dark. why do i move so slow. oh. god.

dude. i wish, i really genuinely wish i had a clip of when i discovered the sleep mechanic worked. it was so funny. but i genuinely was going to start hyperventilating LMAO- i was so scared out of my mind and was stuck on the pause screen for a hot while.

but oh my GOD DUDEEE!!!!!

DUDE! THIS AREA!!!!!!! THEIR PLANET!!!! THEIR MEMORIES OF HOME!!!! THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!! FULLY IMMERSED IN THE STRANGERS HOME AND CULTURE!!!!!!!!!! AND THE GIMMICKS/PUZZLES LOOK SO COOL!!!!!!!!

I AM ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED THOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so! unfortunately, the session ended short and i needed the night to recover hsdgsd

Additional notes: 1) The memories from exploring the spooky area has a cool filter over the memories! The same one when looking into the memories of the experiments.

2) I know the vault is carrying a person. I know it in my heart. I played hollow knight. i know three dreamers and the black egg when i see it. Also I was spoiled on there being a person called "The prisoner" and that just fed into my theory. How do we unlock the towers?. probably with the horror sections. how we communicate? i dont know,, but ultimately i am excited to reach that point and the journey there.

But there's a problem: I am very. very bad with horror. I have nightmares about this sort of stuff. And I saw the gimmick. I hadn't played enough on 4/11 to experience it, but I know I'm gonna have to dodge and weave those gangly motherfuckers (The Strangers) and not get caught by them as I solve the puzzles. I hate everything.

But of course, if there's a will, there's a way.

[Stay tuned for the post-game liveblog today!!! It will be attached to this post in a reblog!!]

[richeeduvie]

Lalo teasing & edging princesa just because it’s fun for him and he finds it super hot when she’s breaking down and begging him to let her finish

Slap - Lalo Salamanca Blurb

Lalo Salamanca x Princesa!Reader 18PLUS, SHORT SMUT WARNING, SLAPPING, EDGING, slight slight DEGRADING. Lalo being sorta mean, not really <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

One more sting, one more coo. Another harsh, bruising hand to your jaw as you whine.

Lalo pulls your head up with the hold, like it's a hair-pull - just as quick and searing, but on the lines of your cheeks that he taps.

"I wanna-I wanna cum already, please. Please?"

You can't help the shivers or the aching burn as you feel yourself come over, just before Lalo pulls his fingers out of your pussy. Your hands are tied in front of you, resting on the arm of the couch as tears form. Salt falls.

Lalo comes over and licks.

"Please."

You whine, arch your back as Lalo slips the tips of his fingers inside you.

And just when you think he'll quicken and give in, because he always does, Lalo's fingers still.

He tsks.

"Do you know how much of a fucking whore you sound like when you beg like that?"

You yelp, all tears and biting lips when Lalo slaps your ass again. His fingers slip out of you again, he taps along your spine.

"So spoiled, hm? Can barely handle when I tease, and I always give you whatever you want. And you're crying?"

You throw your head back when he gives a harsh pinch to your clit, anything like awareness and dignity leaving you.

Lalo, Lalo, Lalo.

"I spoil you. And all you do," Slap, sting. "Is beg. You know what I could do to you?"

You don't say anything, but you do, even if you don't know. The bite marks, the bruises, things imbedded into your skin from chains and all. But then he's so suit, so quiet and low - then, then it's like they're not there, pain dull.

Lalo's lips come over your hair. His breath is warm, all the warm he's giving you right now, not from his hands inside no. No, you're over the edge there.

"You do know, don't know?"

You can feel Lalo smile at the struggle you give beneath him. You nod.

"And you're so sweet for me, huh?"

You nod, you think it's enough when the friction of his fingers inside you pick up again, making wet noises as they pump. You arch, feel yourself rushing to cum until you don't. A high you can't chase when Lalo stops.

Your clit throbs.

You look so pretty when you cry. He shouldn't be able to cum right now. He shouldn't be able to cum right now.

"Please. I wanna cum."

Your cheek squishes against your arms when your head collapses with your tears. You don't know Lalo relishes in your choking, you - as well as him don't know he feels as guilty as much as he feels hot against your tears.

He closes his hands, pumping his fingers at an aching slow place. Purposefully uneven. You want to be angry at him, maybe. If your body knew anger before it knew, dull and edging pain at your stomach and pussy.

"Shh, Princesa."

A soft order when you writhe under Lalo's pace.

It's been so long, you want to cum. You've never wanted anything more.

You cry out with every slap to your ass. Against your arm as Lalo's hand to skin rings out throughout the room. One, two, three. Quick and over and over and over - and it would be enough to make you cum if his fingers weren't stop every other minute.

"Lalo. Please, let me cum. It's hurts so bad! P-please! I wanna cum."

You cry fully, like you're in pain. But you are. You want Lalo to give in. Selfishly, you know there's a point where he will if you cry more. So, you do. But you don't know it.

Maybe.

You glance up through the blur, you can't see what Lalo's thinking in the minute. Minutes.

"You wanna cum? I'm sure you've held on for longer. What happened?"

Lalo slides his thumb over your slit.

You're nothing but a mess by the time you can just hope he'll give in. You slur.

"P-please."

In the silence, you hear a sigh before Lalo's finger thrust evenly, a harsh and fast friction that's painful - and perfect. It shoots up your spine and it follows the arching of your back as you tremble with your breath.

"M-gonna-gonna cu-"

"Shh, whore. You take what you want from me so good. That's what you do. You don't know how to do anything else but take from me."

It's heat filling up your stomach as your walls clench around his fingers as you cum. Your legs shake, twitch when Lalo's fingers only go faster through your orgasm.

It's only a minute before you're smiling drunkenly, dozing in and out as you leak. Your cheek nuzzles into Lalo's lap when you drop your body.

"And I love the little whore who takes from me. She loves me too, huh?"

You smile at whatever he's saying, managing to doze off with the gripping hold on your arm after he's said it. After that torture, you've gotten what you were right to have, because it is right. It wouldn't have felt so good if it wasn't.

But getting there too wasn't so bad, no matter how much you cry.

[somebody-insertlyric]

I got past chapter 6 of the book and. Well damn buckle up because it's going to be quite a ride/pos

ROLLAN CHAPTER!!! I get so excited each time I see who's narrating because of all their different perspectives and outlooks on life and stuff. Honestly I thought I was going to have a least favorite narrator but surprisingly I don't which is great

Essix is SUCH a hater I love her- she's so petty 😭 "To me!" "Come!" "Even a dumb kid could follow instructions!" I'd fly away too, girlie, I'd fly away too. No one orders her around like that and gets away with it lol I love the way she made Rollan ask her nicely because othwrwise she wouln't have come down

THE THREE KIDS FINALLY GOT TO INTERACT!!! When I tell you I was so excited when it happened because I've been waiting for this moment for SO LONG (a couple days) and I cannot wait to see how well they work together and how long it'll take them to get along BUT NOT ABEKE YET BECAUSE SHE WAS TAKEN BY THAT LYING BASTARD ZERIF (this is my mandatory Zerif hate moment) and urghhhhh it's just so interesting to me to see what their relationship to each other will be and how it'll grow with time

And their spirit animals interacting makes me wonder the same thing I think Rollan wondered- do they remember? I can't wait to find out what'll happen with them. Will they be able to talk, like in the old stories? Will they grow to the size they were said to be in the stories? Or will they stay the same, maybe only their human companions will be able to hear what they're saying? I'm really curious about that.

I love Rollan being sassy about everything the moment he realized he doesn't have to be a bootlicker to anyone by now, I love his remarks so much- and I love the way Meilin interacted with him, short as it was. I like how she has an ego, how she's the first one out of the three to achieve the dormant state with Jhi. Speaking of Jhi, I wonder what kinda powers she'll give Meilin- my friend who read the books said it's got something to do with psychology and I'm CURIOUS (but please don't spoiler me lol- I'm purposely not viewing spirit animals media as of rn and skipping it when it pops up on my feed, this is just a fun little thing I'm doing because I get bored in the evenings)

I LOVE the way the Greencloaks are aware Abeke will not make it to the base on her own, that she was taken before they got to her- and I like how this is most likely going to become Conor, Meilin and Rollan's problem to get her out of there.

You know what else I really like? The main characters actually act like people. It's geniuinely so rare for me to find a book where the main character(s) has flaws and imperfections that they either grow to accept or utilize in ways that benefit them. I love it when characters like those appear- when they have things holding them back. When they have flaws and make mistakes and have 'unwanted' 'negative' emotions- human emotions. That's what all of those children present. They're people. Young people, who need to figure out their way in life with the responsibility of saving the world on their shoulders simply because they happened to summon spirit animals that are essentially gods.

It's exactly what Conor is, though we only had one chapter with him so far so I don't really know a lot about him- but he gets scared, I think he might he anxious about a lot of stuff. And he almost definitely felt pressured into joining the Greencloaks because of the fact he summoned Briggan. I bet that if he'd gotten something else he would think longer about it, consider it more. Now he's probably feeling a lot of pressure to help protect Erdas. I like how Briggan is... almost a complete opposite of him, in a way, but also what he could possibly become if he grows into someone who can think less selflessly, less with other people always before himself, learns to take up space for himself and gets braver about being selfish when he wants/needs to be.

It's exactly what Meilin is. She's performative not in the way that she wants to get attention, she's performative in the way that she has to. She's probably been under constant stress due to who her father was (which, by the way, her wondering whether he's alive or not in that chapter... peak), she's uptight and has an ego, because she does not know anything other than comfortable life. I like the way Jhi is also what she could become- more relaxed, less caring about things like appearances, just... being able to breathe, really.

And it's exactly what Rollan is. He's an orphan, has been living on the streets for a while, of course he'll be distrustful. Of course he'll feel like a prisoner in the space he found himself in. Almost like a bird in a cage, no? He feels trapped. He feels pressured. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know whether he can trust the Greencloaks, whether they actually care about him or they just want him there because of Essix. He's got concerns, he's not sure- and that's really nice. And Essix is, like the others, representing what he could become- proud, unbothered, strong, free. But on the other hand, she also kind of is similar to him- in the way that she's petty, and probably would be sassy if she could talk.

I like the way Rollan wanted to sneak out. He didn't trust those people, so he did the only logical thing in his mind- he tried to leave. I loved the line "He had protected him from Zerif, but who will protect him from Olvan?" because it shows just how much of a scared little kid he is- not in the bad way, in the way that 'he's traumatized and him leaving is a way for him to feel safe and be away from the people he thinks might hurt him if he doesn't cooperate with them' way. I like him- because he's human.

His interaction with Conor in the hallway was... holy hell. I loved it. They both had minor crash outs (Rollan's was bigger than Conor's I'd argue) and I loved the way their two mindsets clashed in that moment and it left them at what felt like a standstill- making Rollan stay until more is revealed (which he hopes will be the next day), but he probably still thinks he's going to leave no matter what they tell him, because he's convinced they just want him for Essix. Probably even more so after Meilin's comment about them being used as soldiers when they first met.

Anyway this was my yap for today

Does anyone even read those long ass posts anymore or are you all bored/silly

[vintage-bentley]

I'm glad you asked for an example! luckily I copy and pasted this in case you decided to ignore it and pretend it never got to you!

Transwomen are a threat to patriarchy because the patriarchy hinges on women's suffering and peril so being a woman must never be a freeing, happy experience. WANTING to be a woman, finding joy in it over being a man, destroys that. Transwomen enjoying being who they are and loving themselves as women, making womanhood look fun and joyful, upsets the order of "you NEED MEN to be happy!!!"

Oh right this was sent within the last few days where I’ve been sick lmao. I know it’s a crazy concept but I am indeed a real human person who doesn’t spend my whole life monitoring my tumblr inbox so I can answer asks at a pace that pleases you.

Since you’re so eager for a response I’ll do my best.

I guess you think you made some brilliant point since you sent me another ask to claim I didn’t have a response when I didn’t respond immediately, and apparently even saved this to send twice because you think it’s so amazing. But really this is just nonsense. The kind of nonsense that I have to sit and stare at for a moment because it’s just so stupid.

You’re actually perfectly following the order of “women need men to be happy”. Because what you’re saying is this: that women need men to identify as women to free us. We need men to identify as women so that womanhood is a freeing happy experience. We can’t do that on our own, we need this special class of men to come save us. And we must be grateful for this because their actions are helping us in a way we could never help ourselves.

The way to stop the idea that women need men to be happy, is to propose other forms of happiness to women and to open opportunities up to women. Like encouraging women to invest time into hobbies. Or opening up more career opportunities to women as we have in recent history, so that women aren’t forced to rely on men for financial stability.

Female separatism is a great way to disprove the idea that women need men to be happy. This looks like only having female friends, only seeing female medical professionals, only having female professors, only reading books or listening to music written by women, joining female-only clubs/events/support groups/etc, and so on.

Trans identified males are actually actively working against this idea. They don’t want women to be able to request female professionals, they want to be able to send out a man in heels and lipstick when we request a woman, and for us to not complain. They don’t want us to be able to gather only with other women, they demand entry to our clubs, events, and support groups.

In short, women can make womanhood a happy and freeing experience. We can do that ourselves with the help of our fellow women. We do not need men to come in and do it for us, especially not when those men are—in typical entitled male fashion—demanding that we redefine ourselves to include them, and demanding that we give up our right to gather with other women because they think a male should always be present.

[hamikau]

[AKNK - Card Story] Butler's Summer

Masterlist

His Selfishness

Chapter 1

※Please note before reading the Butler story: This story contains spoilers for the "Butler's summer" event story.

We recommend that you read up to episode 12 of the event story before reading this.

If you wish to avoid spoilers, please return using the button at the top left.

…

Here is

This is a resort area in the central region. Velis, the city of water.

A grand festival is being held in the capital, with the nobles invited.

In order to protect the nobles who were enjoying the festival… My butlers and I were all visiting the resort.

And after the security job was completed successfully…

We… were going to be able to stay here for a little while longer.

-One afternoon-

I was resting in the shade of a tree on the private beach…

Lono: Um, master! May I have a moment?

Choice: ➣Lono, what's wrong?

Lono: Hehe… Actually, there's something I'd like to show you, master.

Choice: What do you want to show me?

Lono: It's a little far from here… If you'd like, could you come with me?

Choice: ➣Understood

Lono: Good! Thank you, master.

Lono: Well then, follow me. Hehe…

With a happy-looking Lono leading the way, we walked along the coast for a while…

A short distance away there was a small sandy beach surrounded by rocks.

Choice: ➣Here…

Lono: Hehehe…! How was it, were you surprised?

Lono: It's surrounded by rocks and can't be seen from the outside. It truly is a "secret beach"!

Choice: ➣Awesome! You found it!

Lono: Hehe…. Actually, I didn't discover it, someone told me about it.

Lono: I became really good friends with a local chef and he taught me how to get here.

Choice ➣He's a good person

Lono: Yes! We got excited talking about cooking and just hit it off…

Lono: We exchanged recipes and things like that… And in the process, I learned about this beach.

Choice: ➣As expected of Lono…

Lono: Ishishi! Is it too early to be impressed?

Lono: There's actually something else I want to show you, Master. Now, please put this on.

Choice: ➣Huh? This is…

Lono: Underwater goggles! This will help you keep your eyes open even underwater.

Lono: Well then, I'll show you around. Please follow me.

Splash

Choice: ➣Huh!? Lono…?

Lono: Puh…! Phew, the water temperature feels just right!

Lono: Come on, master! It's this way.

Choice: ➣Huh, isn't it deep?

Lono: It's okay! I will be right there by your side!

Lono: Come on, master. It feels good in the ocean!

Choice: ➣Uh, yeah…I see.

I did as Lono urged me… I went into the sea.

Lono: Hehehehe. Does it feel good, master?

Choice: ➣Yeah, it feels really good

Lono: That’s right! Well then, please follow me.

Lono: What I want to show you is below.

Choice: ➣Below here?

Lono: Yes! Well, the rest is just for fun when you see it for yourself.

Lono: Okay then, master, I'm going to dive in just a little bit. If you're scared, you can hold my hand.

Choice: ➣Oh, I understand…

Lono: Let's go! Redy, go!….

Splash…

At Lono's signal, we dived into the ocean together… There…

Beautiful coral reefs and colorful fish It was a moving scenery.

Choice: ➣(beautiful…)

…

Splash…

Lono: Phew…! How was it, master?

Lono: It was so beautiful right?

Choice: ➣Indeed···

Lono: Hehe, that was good~♪ I wanted to show this to master!

Lono: I wanted to surprise my master… Kept it a secret from all the other butlers.

Lono: That's why… This was a surprise gift from me!

Lono: Hehe… Do you like it?

Choice: ➣I'm very happy

Lono: To hear the master say that… makes me glad I came.

Lono: All the fatigue from the day was blown away. Isshishi…

Lono: Ouch! Well then, my master, this is a secret beach after all…

Lono: Just a little more… Would you like to come and play together?

Choice: ➣Nice!

Lono: Ishishi! I have to go there!

And then, Lono and I…

On a secret beach where no one else was around, we spent time alone together.

Chapter 2

Lono: Phew! The sea is definitely great!

Choice: ➣Yeah… that's really true…

Lono: Huh? Master, are you tired?

Choice: ➣Just a little bit…

Lono: Well, that's not surprising. Playing in the ocean takes a lot of energy.

Lono: Well then… Should we head back to private beach soon?

Choice: ➣Yeah ➣I agree

Lono: Ah, that's right…master.

Lono: The water around here is only about chest height…

Lono: Let's just walk through the ocean and go home.

Choice: ➣Into the sea?

Lono: Yes. If you go over there from here you can get back to the private beach.

Lono: Okay then, master.

Lono: From the back… Can you put your arms around my neck?

Choice: ➣Huh?

Lono: All you have to do is cling to me and float.

Lono: I'll take you to the beach where the villa is.

Choice: ➣Isn't it hard to walk in the sea?

Lono: It's okay, master.

Lono: It also serves as a great workout for my legs!

Choice: ➣But…

Lono: Oh, and…

Lono: That's something I'd really like you to do…

Choice: ➣Lono…?

Lono: And anyway!

Lono: Master… Now, put your hands around my neck.

Lono bent over and turned his back to me.

I feel bad turning down someone who is being so kind to me…

In the end, I decided to accept his kindness.

Choice: ➣Well then…

Lono: Yes! Make sure you hold on tight!

As Lono told me, I put my arms around his neck.

His back in front of me looks very strong. His neck and shoulders are muscular.

Lono: Well then, master. Let's move on.

Lono: It's okay for you to keep your feet up in the air, Master.

I did as I was told and took my feet off the ocean.

Lono started walking slowly. My body also moved forward.

Lono: Master… Please move closer so that your face is touching my shoulder.

Lono: This will create less resistance to the water… It will be easier on your arm, master.

Choice: ➣I understand… ➣That's right···

His face was so close I could almost hear his breathing.

Choice: ➣(I'm so nervous…)

My heart was beating faster than it had ever been before.

If I pressed my upper body against Lono's back…

Lono could tell that I was nervous.

That's what I thought… He assumed a tense position so as not to press his body too close.

Lono: Um… master. You can make it easier.

Lono: Master, please relax… and entrust your body to me.

Choice: ➣But…

Lono: And…

Lono: There's no need to worry so much, master.

Lono: Perhaps···. I'm just as nervous as you are…

Choice: ➣Huh…?

Lono: Actually… My heart is pounding right now too…

At that time… I noticed it for the first time.

His ears and cheeks were red.

I couldn't see his expression from behind, but…

When I realized that Lono was also nervous… I also relaxed a little…

I felt safe and was able to entrust my body to him.

With me still on his back, he moved through the ocean.

Lono was up to his chest in seawater.

Choice: ➣Lono, aren't you tired?

Lono: I'm not tired yet!

Lono: There's no need to worry, master.

Choice: ➣Thank you, Lono

Lono: No, no.

Then for a while… The two of us didn't say a word.

It was as if we were savoring this moment together.

And···. We continued walking in silence for a while…

We were approaching the private beach where everyone was.

Lono: …master. We'll be there soon.

Choice: ➣I agree···

Lono: Is it already over…?

Lono sighed softly and suddenly stopped walking.

Choice: ➣What happened?

Lono: …master. I…

Lono: Just a little more… I want to be alone with my master…

Lono: That's what I was thinking. Haha, that's no good.

Lono: For a butler like me to say something like this…

Choice: ➣I'm happy…I…

Lono: Huh? Master…?

Choice: ➣I want to be with Lono too.

Lono: Ah, master…

Choice: ➣Let's stay like this for a little while longer

Lono: ···yes! Okay, master!

Hearing Lono's happy voice… made me very happy too.

But, I can't stay in this position forever.

Choice: ➣I can walk now

Lono: No! Let's leave it like this for a little while longer…

Choice: ➣Huh…?

Lono: Um, well… The···.

Lono: Walking side by side together… You can always chat with me though…

Lono: Hey, like this… A chance to get closer to the master…

Lono: Because it may never happen again.

Hearing that made me gasp.

What an opportunity to feel Lono's heartbeat on his back like this… There's no guarantee there will be a next time.

He risk his live every day fighting angels.

I don't even want to think about it… If this is my last summer with Lono…

If you think so, me too… I wanted to stay like this for a little longer.

Choice: ➣…Thank you, Lono

Lono: That···. Can we just keep watching the sunset for a little while longer?

Choice: ➣Y-yeah…

Lono: Thank you.

The sun slowly sinks beyond the horizon…

Looking over Lono's shoulder at the setting sun…

To me, the scenery seemed more fleeting than usual… and much more sad.

I wish this moment could last forever…

𝓔𝓝𝓓

Masterlist

English is not my main language so there may be a lot of mistakes. I used google translator most of the time so if you find any mistakes in the translation please let me know and I will fix them quickly!

[kelnexia]

Edit: I’m adding this on a few days later after realizing that I probably overacted here. The Watcher dlc is actually not that bad. It’s certainly rushed and you can really tell it’s rushed, but it’s not as bad as I made it out to be in this post. It’s just not what I personally would have wanted, and I was disappointed by the direction they ended up taking it in. It’s just not really meant for me, and that’s fine. I was always more into the iterators and the bio-mechanical speculative technology side of Rain World, and that’s not what this dlc ended up having much focus on. But that’s completely fine. It’s just not what I personally would have been interested in. Oh well, at least I still have Downpour for that front.

The original post is below the line. You can read it if you want, but do keep in mind that it was written out of frustration, and that I no longer agree with everything I said there.

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So I just played through a large part of The Watcher dlc and got stuck part way through and I already have some things to say about this dlc and none of them are good.

Watcher spoilers below the cut, obviously. Also it’s a long rant because I have a lot to say about how it’s not all that great in my opinion. And no, it's not just because I'm mad I got stuck, there's actual validate concerns I have here, so please read this if you don't mind spoilers.

So I got stuck after nearly getting to the end. And I’m not going to finish playing through this thing, because it isn’t even fun to go through. And not in the way that Rain World is meant to be difficult, but in the way that the navigation in this dlc is absolute garbage! The portals don’t get marked on your map when you find them so you have to just remember where they are, and they often end up being in places that don’t make sense for a region transition to be in. Unlike the original world which did have its gates in logical places and the paths to them were pretty straight forwards.

Speaking of which, this dlc doesn’t even take place in the actual world of Rain World that I had fallen in love with and was wanting to see more of. No, instead it takes place in a confusing mess of modded regions that have been hastily stitched together with portals that are confusing as heck to get through! And not to mention that you need to find the giggling echo repeatedly in order to progress, which doesn’t even have any indicator if it’s in a region or not, unlike Saint’s campaign which did have that. And it doesn’t even have any overseer like things to point you in the right direction like base game did! So if you like going in circles and making hardly any progress for hours, then go ahead, play this dlc. But otherwise, I’d really advise you to skip this one.

And while it doesn’t even take place in the actual world of Rain World, it still manages to implement lore that absolutely wreaks shit! Like the rot was just meant to be Rain World’s equivalent of cancer that was commonly the result of an error in the process of creating or modifying a purposed organism. It’s not meant to be some world corrupting threat that’s from an all consuming god of decay! It’s just meant to be cancer! It can’t survive very well outside of a host, getting noticeably weaker if it's own its own, and it sure as hell can’t take over entire worlds!

And for that echo you need to follow… It turns out it’s just some random child that got echoed. And echos are not supposed to be able to leave the place they got attached to. They are not meant to be able to travel to other realities and give slugcats reality breaking superpowers! All they’re meant to do is to be able to raise your karma if you visit them, that's it.

So long story short, The Watcher dlc is absolute garbage and it has the potential to ruin Rain World’s lore and game design if people don’t realize just how bad it is soon enough. Please spread the word on this, we can’t let this happen. Rain World is a beautiful game with an amazing world, I don’t want it to go the way of FNAF with how it ruined it’s own lore by over complicating things.

[prototype4me]

because a couple people have asked me now and it's generally useful information, here's some tips based on what i experienced going from queue to barricade in seattle! under the cut

everything i say in this post may change from venue to venue. this will be most relevant to all the other north america shows at baseball stadiums and other kinds of venues will operate differently

there were queues at each of the main entrances. every entrance was set to open at the same time at doors (5:30) so there was no priority for one queue over any other. i showed up at 11am and was the 8th person in my line, there were already around a hundred people at a different line around the corner. i got inside before almost all of them

your position in the queue determines how early you get through security. your line order will not be honored beyond the first security checkpoint. your goal is to get as few people ahead of you at the ticket machine as you can. more people = more tickets = more possible malfunctions = more delays. be prepared to split your group and find each other later. i highly recommend you join whichever line is shortest when you show up because being at the end of a longer, more established line will not benefit you

we were let through security a few minutes before doors and formed small lines in front of each of the ticket machines. we didn't have to take off or open our bags as long as they fit within the venue bag rules so we just went straight through. the yea/nay signs were in stacks on tables immediately past the first ticket checkpoint (this will be the only checkpoint for anyone in bowl seating), it was super easy to grab one as i was running past

the only entrances to the floor were the stairs to the left and right, everyone entering at home base had to run halfway around the park to get there. not fun! we were warned about this by venue staff but our queue position was too good to move and it worked out anyway. there was a second ticket checkpoint at the bottom of the stairs entering the field, i think there were around 5 or 6 ticket machines on each side. everyone got a red floor wristband and everyone with pit tickets got a second black ga wristband. SPLIT YOUR GROUP to avoid getting stuck behind a malfunctioning machine, do not line up together here. you can find each other later

pit entrances were on the left and right sides. people in the pit were not allowed to have bottles and had to pour out their drinks into cups and throw the bottles away. do not bring any bottles (empty or sealed) if you're in the pit regardless of venue rules about reusable bottles

one of the tour crew members came by the barricade with a stack of signs for anyone who didn't get one on the way in and a lot of people grabbed extras anyway so don't worry if you miss the tables! the signs were only used once at my show so if your hands are full and the vote has already happened you don't need to hang on to it

the pit for the first half of the show was packed but not crushing, i didn't see anyone get pulled out on the right side of the stage and i wasn't being jostled too much. once the band moved to the b stage the crowd got a lot less dense, i was able to make it to the second row by moving up as people left. this part in particular might change at future shows now that people know the main stage is unused after the intermission so i would take this with a grain of salt but if you're short you don't necessarily have to choose which half you want to be able to see

more general advice but: make friends and be friendly! i went alone but made friends in line, they saved me a spot at barricade (because i'm 5'1) when i got stuck behind a malfunctioning ticket machine at the second checkpoint. you are going to have a better experience if you get to know the people around you! the vast majority of people are kind and lovely and willing to help you. let them!

please reach out if you have any questions and make sure you know the rules for your own venue! be safe have fun good luck <3

[oscconfessions]

okay i really have to get this off my chest but leafpin came out of nowhere and i don't get why it's so popular. their interactions are mostly unhealthy and they wouldn't be able to grow in a romantic relationship together

breaking down their interactions, there are already more negative than positive

they're chill in the first episode, they make their alliance, they're friendly, they help each other until they're team captains the next episode. all strategy right? and then pin gets the boot so their alliance really goes nowhere

pin brings it up again during the season finale and offers to talk with leafy about leafy being excluded from dream island, but leafy doesn't want to. their dynamic is already kind of lopsided but we'll give them the benefit of the doubt.

their next interaction? is pin turning on leafy, declaring that leafy deserves the death penalty, and leading the manhunt for her. the recovery centers were destroyed. pin wanted to kill leafy FOR GOOD. permanently. irreversibly.

and you want these two to get together?! you're kidding right?

and then!! to top it all off!!! pin rips up the map intending to stop leafy from coming back! completely isolating her. and she's all like, my work here is done

anyway pin tries again to kill leafy in bfdia with freeze juice and a knife (which hits the puffball speaker box instead and sets off her traumatic torture sequence)

what sets me off though is that during bfb, pin looks uncomfortable when leafy brings up their former alliance. she would not respond with an "uh, yeah?" if she was actually interested... this is not how friends act

leafy is stuck in the past while pin's moving forward. they hold each other back. the longer leafy tries to get pin's approval, the more she falls into those people-pleasing patterns to boost her own ego. the longer pin stays around leafy, the more trapped in the past she feels. and pin is really trying to move on from her whole bossy, heartless shtick

i feel like that's not even the worst part. the "You're a Loser, But..." short is non-canon but it's telling of their dynamic if they had a fresh start

basically leafy tells pin that in order to get invited to loser's party, pin has to improve her likeability rating. so leafy and pin embark on this lovely quest together... and it backfires horribly and pin's likeability rating falls instead

by the end, pin hasn't gotten an invite like she'd hoped for. and what does leafy do? LEAVE HER STANDING THERE to go to loser's party without her! she's just like, whoops that didn't work, have fun alone :D

pin's short-term memory loss kicks in too so she's totally confused about the whole thing

this is not cute??? this is just sad! i'm just glad pin forgot everything at the end because that's like replay-in-your-sleep levels of embarrassing. leafy unintentionally made her humiliate herself but then ditched her as soon as loser came by. so pin isn't leafy's priority and leafy definitely isn't pin's

thanks for giving me the space to share this i appreciate it. it felt kinda freeing like this has been weighing on me for a while and i just. needed to let it out

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