#i never thought id make something like this

[frenchkisstheabyss]

|☾| 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕠 |☽|

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!seungcheol x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/smut/angst

♡ Summary: When your creepy coworker finally crosses the line your boyfriend swoops in to save the day, offering you safety and comfort in more ways than one.

♡ Word Count: 2.6kish

♡ Warnings: creepy coworker, someone pinches reader's ass, subsequently gets their ass kicked, angry cheol, lots of kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, car sex, creampie, pet names (baby).

♡ A/N: This is a lil comfort fit requested to me by an anon. I hope that I did your request justice my darling 💜

“Cheol!” you scream, high heels scraping the concrete as you shuffle across the parking lot in pursuit of your boyfriend. “Choi Seungcheol, I know you hear me!” 

When you called your boyfriend it’d been for comfort. You needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to console you, but you didn’t know he’d react like this. Part of you didn’t know that he could. Seungcheol’s your sweetheart, your teddy bear. He’s the loving gaze that you wake up to each morning and the gentle arms you fall asleep in at night. Your man would never hurt a fly. At least you thought so. The way he is now—jaw clenched, irises burning with rage—you aren’t as sure about that anymore. 

“Vernon, get her in the car!” he shouts back to his best friend and an arm clasps around your wrist, dragging you back towards the car. 

You turn to Vernon, pleading with him to do something. Anything. But it goes in one ear and out the other. You look back to Seungcheol in time to catch the moment he disappears through the doors of your job, out of your sight and completely out of your control. Defeated, you slip into the passenger’s seat without a fight, pouting as the door slams closed. You glance up at the rearview mirror and into the backseat where another of Seungcheol’s best friends sits with guilt all over his face. 

“Sorry” Wonwoo mouths, apologizing for his lack of effort to stop Seungcheol in the first place. Not that he can blame him for the way he’s acting. Wonwoo would react the same way if his girlfriend called him crying because some asshole at work decided it was a good idea to touch her. He’d break his fingers. Every single one. 

Your night had started out so well. The bar wasn’t as packed as it usually is. Mostly regulars and a few harmless college kids whose fake IDs were enough to get them in. Tips were steady, your favorite bartender was working, and your boss even agreed to cut you early to make it to your friend Hoshi’s birthday party. But if working at the bar has taught you anything it’s that things can change at the drop of a hat and it did the second your worst enemy clocked in. 

To him you’re far from enemies, somewhere in his delusional brain you share a mutual crush, but in the real world a sense of nauseating dread overcomes you in his presence. You’ve told Seungcheol about him before. How he makes it a point to be in close quarters with you. Always making excuses to squeeze in beside you when you’re getting ice or putting in orders. How he insists on calling you pet names like “cutie” or “sexy” even though you’ve told him a million times how uncomfortable it makes you. Each time Seungcheol has offered to come handle the situation and each time you’ve insisted that you had it under control but tonight was a different story. 

You’d been taking drink orders for a table, your full attention dedicated to making sure your indecisive patrons were double sure they knew what they wanted. All night he’d been making comments about how pretty you look dressed up for the party. “I bet your boyfriend can’t keep his hands off you” he quipped.

Apparently neither could he because as soon as you weren’t paying attention he thought it was the perfect time to pinch your ass. It happened so quickly. If not for the smile on his face when you turned around you might’ve thought it was a mistake but no. It was very intentional. 

All you wanted to do was turn around and stab him with that pen in your hand but instead you ran to the bathroom, calling the first person you could think of. Your boyfriend. Seungcheol took his time listening to you, promising you everything would be okay and that this would never happen again. Fifteen minutes later he was texting you from the parking lot telling you to come out. If your shift wasn’t already over it was now. 

“It’ll be fine” Vernon reassures you, now seated beside Wonwoo, “He’s got this.” 

Staring out the window at the eerie stillness of the night, you wonder what exactly it is that he’s got. Your anxiety grows with the passing minutes. What’s he doing in there? Why isn’t he back yet? You get your answer when the door to the bar swings open and a body comes flying out, colliding with the ground like a slab of meat. Seungcheol steps out behind him, advancing on the man quicker than he can get up. It isn’t until he grips the back of the man’s head, dragging him towards the car, that you recognize it as your coworker. Seungcheol looks fine, same as when he walked in, but your coworker looks wrecked, his shirt torn and his nose bloodied. 

You watch in horror as Seungcheol brings him right up to the window, dangling him before you like a broken doll. Vernon and Wonwoo avert their eyes elsewhere, pretending not to see a thing. 

“Tell her you’re sorry” Seungcheol commands, tightening his hold and searing the man’s scalp in the process. 

Your coworker sniffs back involuntary tears, blood trickling down his lips. “I’m…I’m sorry, okay?” 

“And you’ll never touch her again?”

“And…and I’ll n-never….”

“Touch her…”

“Touch her again. Okay? Alright?” 

Seungcheol looks at you, his anger softening, “Okay?” 

You nod frantically, your heart racing, “Yes, okay.” 

Seungcheol leans into the man's ear, dealing a final blow to his stomach. “If I hear you even looked at her wrong I’m gonna come back and break your fucking legs.” Turning him loose, Seungcheol watches as the man scurries back into the bar before climbing into the driver’s seat. 

“Everyone good?” he asks, starting the car and flipping on some music. 

Vernon throws him some wicked side eye. Everyone’s good except that guy. “Yeah, man. We’re good.”

Wonwoo nods in agreement, pulling out his phone to be involved in anything but this. “A thousand percent.” 

Seungcheol takes your hand, petting the back of it with his thumb. He brings it to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. You want to say something but you can’t. You can only stare in awe at the man before you. Whatever monster anger had turned him into has fallen back asleep, leaving only the boyfriend you know behind, but you can’t shake what just happened. Accepting your silence, Seungcheol starts the car, keeping your hand in his as you head towards your destination. 

Your phone buzzes in your lap. A string of text messages from the bartender coming through. 

✨💖 Dawn ✨💖 What the fuck was that? ✨💖 Dawn ✨💖 Did your boyfriend just kick his ass? ✨💖 Dawn ✨💖 Kinda hot. Ngl. 

Seungcheol sneaks a look at your phone but you catch him, flipping it over to conceal the conversation. What the fuck was that? You don’t even know. Did your boyfriend just kick his ass? Without a doubt. Kinda hot. Not gonna lie. You’re ashamed at how much that strikes a chord. You’re not one of those girls who encourages violence. In fact, you never want to see Seungcheol like that again.

But was it hot? Was that level of protectiveness attractive? Did his angry face make you swoon? Did his arm muscles look especially delicious dragging a man across a parking lot? You squeeze your thighs together to quiet the feeling awakening between them. You’ve gone insane. Haven’t you?

You try to focus on something else. Humming along to songs on the radio. Watching the neon signs of local shops fly by in a blur of color as you speed down the road. Marveling at the glow of the moon and the stars dancing around it. But none of it seems to work and by the time you’re pulling up to Hoshi’s apartment the sprinkle of moisture in your panties is reaching borderline flood status. 

“You guys head inside. We’ll be up in a minute” Seungcheol whispers back to his friends and they climb out of the car without a word, heading up to the party. 

Seungcheol switches the car off, leaving the two of you alone in silence. He watches you for a moment but you only stare straight ahead. Too awkward to look him in the eye. He thinks you must be mad at him, that maybe he went too far, and the idea that he hurt you even a little bit makes him sick. 

“Come here” he says, shifting his seat back to make room for you. 

The way he taps his lap to call you over makes you fold in an instant and you find yourself climbing onto him, your knees tucked at his sides as he reaches up to cradle your face. He rubs your cheeks, looking up at you through a curtain of chocolate brown hair, and warmth radiates through your body. 

“You mad at me?” he asks, as close to pouting as you’ve ever seen him. 

“Why would I be mad at you? He deserved it” you say, your own anger at the man’s actions boiling to the surface, “I was just surprised to see you like that.”

“I don’t like being that way but when it comes to you…” he sighs, taking you in like he would some rare treasure, “I don’t know. I just lost it but I’d never be that way with you. I swear I—”

Pushing his hands away, you press your lips to his, refusing to hear anything more. “Baby, I know you’d never.” You lay your hands on his shoulders, lightly massaging them, and you can almost feel the tension melt away. 

His arms come around your waist, his fingertips invading the space between your top and the softness of your figure. “Good. I just want you to feel safe with me.” He returns your kiss with another. Something short and sweet. “I’ll always protect you. Always take care of you.”

He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss and stirring up those feelings brewing deep inside of you. His tongue performs a beautiful dance with yours, tangling in a mixture of love and lust, building the heat between you. Seungcheol’s hands slide down your body, slipping beneath your skirt to knead the succulent flesh of your ass. 

“Cheol” you giggle, his lips still on yours even as you speak, “Behave.”

“Mmm, I don’t think I know what that means” he teases, squeezing harder. When he does it grinds you down onto him, something stiff pressing back up against you. 

You release the softest moan, rocking your hips, desperate for more friction. “We should go inside” you say more for yourself than for him. 

Burying his face in your neck, he plants intoxicatingly slow kisses along your skin, your pulse racing beneath his tongue. You arch your back in response, giving him the perfect angle to sneak a hand between your thighs, stroking your increasingly needy pussy through your panties. His cock steels at the realization of how wet you are, the fabric so drenched that he can feel you clenching. 

“You’re right, we should” he mumbles, looping a finger around your panties, his knuckle dragging along your slit, “But you have to get up first, don’t you?”

Your eyes fall closed as you bask in the tingly sensation his actions send rippling up your walls. You hold on tighter to his shoulders, your pillowy tits swelling against his chest. The absence of a bra makes it easy to tell how hard your nipples have gotten and he wishes to god that had enough room to take one onto his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until your eyes roll back. 

“Get up? I can…mmph” you whine as his finger curls into you. One after the other until three of his dexterous fingers are stretching you wide, lazily pumping in and out of your tight hole.

Seungcheol slaps your ass making you jiggle around his fingers. Kissing his way up your chin, he finds your lips again, lapping up every moan you pour out. “Go ahead, baby, get up” he taunts, fingers moving faster, delving so deep into your warmth that he swears he can feel every part of you. 

You bite down on your lip, your moans growing louder the harder you try to keep quiet. At the back of your mind you know you aren’t truly alone. There’s a party going on inside. What if someone else decides to show up and sees you like this? What if one of the guys left something in the car and comes back for it?

A million possibilities flow through your brain but more than that, more than anything else in the world, it's how good this feels. How well Seungcheol knows how to fuck you with his fingers. How hot he looks doing it. He gets off on pleasing you—the arousal soaking his boxers is more than enough evidence of that—and he can never hide how much he loves watching you. His beautiful girl. Dripping and moaning all because of him. All for him. 

“Cheol…” you whisper, your fingers finding his hair, “Want you…inside…”

You can barely speak, already too drunk off his fingers to perfectly articulate what it is that you want, but for Seungcheol it’s enough. You never have to ask him twice. He gives you a few more pumps, harder and rougher than the others, before his drenched fingers pop free, juices dripping down your thighs.

In no mood to be patient, you sit back, hurrying to remove any barriers between you and what you want the most. His cock springs free, the head already wet enough to shine in the glow of the streetlights. It’s pretty enough to make your mouth water. So thick and well defined that you can’t resist running your fingers down it to admire the perfection of it. 

Seungcheol coaxes you into a kiss, his hand around the base of his cock as he guides you up and onto it. He eases you down onto it a little at a time, not wanting to rush the glorious feeling of that first big stretch. When he finally bottoms out you’re left shivering, chills skating up your spine at the fullness. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing, baby” he says, throwing his head back against the head rest.

His fingertips dig into your thighs as you lean into him, rotating your hips to ride his cock at every angle the limited space will allow you to. The car windows begin to fog up from the heat of your bodies, tucking you away in your own little world, and you let yourself get lost in it, forgetting about anything else other than the feeling of Seungcheol throbbing against your walls. 

Resting his palm against your cheek, Seungcheol smooths the pad of his thumb across your lips, delicately petting them. “I love you” he whispers, the emotions welling up inside him threatening to overflow. 

You truly are precious to him. When he heard you crying on the phone earlier he lost it. The thought of anyone hurting you made him see red. All he could think was to protect you no matter what that meant. Looking at you now he can’t bring himself to regret it. It’s not just the way you’re riding him, your pussy hugging him with all of its warmth. It’s the way your beauty shines even in the shadows, his love for you growing with every breath you take. 

Placing your hand on his, you bring his palm to your lips and kiss it. “Love you too, Cheol. Love you so much.”

Your profession lights a fire in him that has his lips crashing into yours, his hips raising to thrust into you, an arm locked around your waist to keep you in position. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, consuming you until there’s nothing else. 

“Cheol, aah, don’t stop” you plead, “So close.” 

Seungcheol hammers into your sweet spot, sending you racing towards your high. Just as your walls begin to tremble he grabs your ass, lifting you up to leave only the tip of his cock pulsing in your core. “Cum for me, baby” he coos, slamming you back down and sending crashing over the edge.

Your juices cascade down his cock, nails digging into his shoulder as your walls cling to him. He cradles you in his arms, slowing his movements, letting you milk him of his own release. He coats your walls so deeply that you know you’ll be spending all night thinking of having him inside of you even when he isn’t and just imagining it is enough to get you hot all over again. 

Keeping you close, he litters your face with kisses, whispering the sweetest praises as your body relaxes into his. You’ve never felt this loved by anyone. Never so safe and cared for. You have every intention to stay in this car as long as you can, finding heaven in the comfort of his arms, and nothing in this world could make him push you away.

[paxtito]

puppy love

pairings: vada x reader (g!p)

wc: 4.8k

warnings: smut 18+, reader has a dick, both inexperienced, p in v, kissing, swearing here and there (requested by anon — written at the end)

Vada’s room was dimly lit, the only real source of light coming from the string of LED lights lining her ceiling. The movie you’d put on half an hour ago had long been forgotten, playing to no audience as you and Vada were tangled up on her bed, lips moving in sync, bodies pressed close.

It wasn’t the first time you two had made out like this—far from it—but tonight, something about the way she was touching you felt different. More urgent. More deliberate.

Then, her hand started to drift.

You stiffened slightly when her fingers slipped beneath your shirt, her touch warm against your skin. Not that you didn’t want her to touch you—because you really, really did—but this was new. Unexplored territory.

You pulled back just enough to look at her, still breathless. “Vada?”

She blinked up at you, lips pink and slightly swollen. “Yeah?”

You hesitated. “What are we doing?”

A small, nervous smile tugged at her lips. “I mean… I figured it was kinda obvious.”

Your stomach flipped. “You wanna…?”

“Yeah.” Her fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Don’t you?”

You swallowed. “I mean, yeah, but like… shouldn’t we, I dunno, get condoms or something?”

Vada’s brows lifted slightly, and then she let out a quiet, breathy laugh. “Oh. Right.”

It was like the reality of the situation hit both of you at the same time.

Vada never planned things—she just did them. Which was probably why she hadn’t even thought about protection, too caught up in the heat of the moment. And honestly? Neither had you.

She flopped onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. “Damn. I totally killed the mood, huh?”

You chuckled, lying down beside her. “Not exactly. Just… postponed it.”

Vada turned her head to look at you, an amused glint in her eye. “So… rain check?”

You smirked. “Rain check.”

She huffed a dramatic sigh. “Guess we should’ve watched the movie after all.”

You sat up and grabbed your phone off the nightstand, quickly pulling up a browser window. You searched for "condom laws California" and scanned the results.

After a moment, you glanced over at Vada, still lying on her back with her hands behind her head. "Looks like you gotta be 18 to buy them, but no ID is required."

Vada blinked up at you. "Oh. Guess that's lucky."

You nodded, setting your phone back down. "Small mercies, huh?"

She smirked slightly. "Small mercies." Rolling onto her side to face you again, she reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. "I guess I should've planned this out a little better, huh?"

You shrugged, a wry smile on your lips. "Hey, it's not like we had a ton of time to plan much of anything."

Vada snorted softly. "True. It's not like I exactly saw this coming when I dragged you back here after school."

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. "Well, I'm glad you did."

She grinned at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Me too. Even if I did kinda screw up the execution."

"Eh, you're allowed to be impulsive sometimes," you teased.

"Mmm, I'm allowed to do a lot of things," she murmured, leaning in closer. Her lips hovered just inches from yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart began to pound. "Like what?" you whispered.

She smirked, eyes glinting with a wicked, playful light. "Like this."

Then she kissed you again.

Just as Vada was pulling you back down onto the bed, lips moving hungrily against yours, there was a sudden knock at the door.

You both froze, eyes wide as you stared at each other in shock.

"Vada?" Patricia called out from the other side of the door. "I brought you and your… friend some snacks."

Vada's mouth fell open, panic flashing across her face. She quickly pushed herself up and off the bed, running a hand through her disheveled hair in an attempt to make herself look more presentable.

"Shit," she hissed under her breath, glancing around the room frantically. Empty soda cans and candy wrappers were scattered across every surface.

She grabbed a few and shoved them under the bed, then turned to you with wide, anxious eyes. "Uh, just, like, pretend we were, um, watching a movie or something, okay?" She grabbed the remote and turned up the volume just as her mother knocked again.

"Vada? Is everything alright in there?" Patricia asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Vada took a deep breath and opened the door, just a crack. "Yeah, Mom, we're fine. We were just, um, watching a movie," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Patricia peeked her head in, glancing around the dimly lit room. Her eyes fell on you, and she gave you a warm smile. "Oh, I see. Well, I thought you two might be hungry, so I brought you some snacks." She held up a tray of cookies and chips.

You offered Patricia a polite smile, trying to appear as casual and unflustered as possible. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Cavell. That's really kind of you."

Patricia returned your smile warmly, setting the tray down on Vada's desk. "Please, call me Patricia," she said kindly. "I'm just glad you two are enjoying some quality time together."

Vada shifted uncomfortably beside you, clearly anxious about her mother's unexpected visit. She crossed her arms defensively. "Thanks, Mom. We're good though, so..."

Patricia seemed to pick up on her daughter's unease, her brow furrowing slightly. "Alright, well, I'll let you two get back to your movie then," she said, lingering for a moment before stepping back out into the hallway. "Remember, Vada, your sister and I will be in the living room if you need anything."

"Got it," Vada muttered, already starting to close the door.

"Oh, and Vada?" Patricia added, pausing in the doorway. "Your father and I just want you to know that we're here for you, no matter what. If there's anything you need to talk about..."

Vada's jaw clenched, and she looked away, unable to meet her mother's concerned gaze. "Yeah, I know, Mom. It's fine."

Patricia hesitated for a long moment before nodding slowly. "Okay. Goodnight then."

With that, she finally closed the door, leaving the two of you alone once more. The second the door clicked shut, Vada let out a shaky breath, running a hand over her face.

"Fuck," she muttered, collapsing back onto the bed. "That was too close."

As the movie played on, you both sat on the bed, munching on the snacks Patricia had brought. The chips were crisp and salty, the cookies sweet and soft. It was a nice change of pace from the junk food you'd been consuming all week.

Every so often, your hands would brush against each other as you reached for more snacks, sending a small spark of electricity through you. Vada would glance over at you, a small smirk playing at the corners of her mouth, before looking back at the TV screen.

The movie was a cheesy 80s teen comedy, the kind of thing you both normally would have made fun of. But tonight, it was a welcome distraction, something to fill the silence between you.

As the night wore on, you found yourself growing more and more tired. Your eyelids felt heavy, and your body yearned for rest. Beside you, Vada seemed to be struggling to stay awake as well, her head nodding slightly as she fought to keep her eyes open.

Eventually, she gave up, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes completely. Her breathing slowed, and her body went still.

You watched her for a long moment, admiring the way her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping, so different from the anxious, guarded girl she usually was.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, you set the half-eaten bag of chips aside and shifted closer to her on the bed. You draped a light blanket over the both of you, tucking it around your shoulders.

Vada murmured softly in her sleep, nuzzling into your shoulder. A small, contented smile curved her lips.

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. You knew you should probably go to sleep too, but you didn't want to miss a single moment of this rare, quiet intimacy between you.

Instead, you wrapped an arm around Vada's waist, holding her close as the movie played on, the flickering light of the TV screen casting a soft glow over the two of you curled up together on the bed.

—

You and Vada stood in the dimly lit aisle of the drugstore, staring up at the wall of condoms with wide, uncertain eyes. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. Different brands, different sizes, different... flavors?

Vada let out a low whistle, shaking her head. "I had no idea there were this many kinds," she muttered, reaching out to grab a box and turning it over in her hands.

You glanced at the package, raising an eyebrow. "Lubricated, textured, extra strength, extra sensitivity..." You shook your head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "How are we supposed to know which ones to get?"

Vada shrugged, tossing the box back onto the shelf. "I guess we just pick something and hope for the best?" she suggested, not sounding very convinced.

You bit your lip, scanning the shelves again. "I read somewhere that you're supposed to get condoms that fit snugly but aren't too tight," you offered, trying to remember the details from some article you'd skimmed online.

Vada snorted. "Snugly but not too tight. Got it." She grabbed another box and held it up. "What about these? They say they're 'form fitting'."

You looked at the package, then back up at Vada. "I don't know. How do we know if they'll fit me?" you asked, feeling a bit flustered.

Vada looked down at the condom package in her hand, then back up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, there's only one way to find out," she said with a grin, holding the box out to you. "Here. Let's try one on you and see how it fits."

You felt your cheeks flush hotly at the suggestion, glancing around the empty aisle to make sure no one was watching. "Here? Now?" you hissed, lowering your voice to a whisper. "Vada, we can't just... I mean, what if someone sees us?"

Vada rolled her eyes, but there was a playful smirk on her lips. "Relax, no one's around. And it's not like we're going to have sex right here in the middle of the drugstore aisle," she pointed out, though there was a hint of teasing in her tone that made you wonder if she was entirely joking.

You shook your head vehemently, grabbing a plain box of condoms off the shelf. "No way, Vada. I'm not about to start experimenting with weird textured condoms in the middle of the store," you said firmly, clutching the box of regular condoms to your chest like a shield.

Vada let out a dramatic sigh, but she couldn't keep the smirk from her face. "Fine, fine. Plain old boring condoms it is," she relented, plucking the box from your hands and tossing it into the basket.

She started to walk towards the checkout counter, but paused, glancing back at you with a wicked grin. "You know, I never thought I'd be so excited to buy condoms," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, well, I never thought I'd be buying them with you," you shot back, feeling a sudden surge of courage. "But here we are."

As you approached the counter with Vada, the cashier, an older man with a stern expression and a name tag that read “Roy,” eyed you both warily. His gaze lingered a bit too long on the box of condoms Vada had placed on the counter, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Roy cleared his throat, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. "ID," he said gruffly, holding out his hand expectantly.

Vada glanced over at you, a flicker of panic in her eyes. She leaned in close to murmur in your ear, "Shit, I forgot my wallet. You got yours?"

You quickly reached into your pocket and pulled out your student ID, holding it out to the skeptical cashier with a slightly trembling hand. "Here," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm 18."

Roy snatched the ID from your hand, examining it closely under the bright fluorescent lights of the checkout counter. He peered at it for what felt like an eternity, his eyes darting back and forth between your photo and your face.

Vada shifted nervously beside you, her hand finding yours and squeezing it tightly. You could feel the tension radiating off of her, and you knew she was just as anxious as you were.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Roy let out a gruff "Hmph" and handed your ID back to you. "Alright then," he said, ringing up the condoms and placing them in a small plastic bag. "That'll be $14.99."

Your eyes widened at the price, and you couldn't help but mutter "Damn" under your breath as you fished out a crumpled $20 bill from your wallet. You handed it to Roy, watching as he made change and placed it in your palm.

Vada glanced over at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Guess condoms aren't cheap," she murmured, taking the bag from Roy's hand and tucking it into her backpack before he could see the contents.

Roy handed you your change, and you quickly shoved it into your pocket, eager to get out of there. As you turned to leave, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. You'd done it. You'd actually bought condoms. Together. You deserve a big pat on the back.

—

You sat on the couch with Vada, her family surrounding you. Patricia and Carlos were engrossed in some boring talk show, while Amelia was curled up on the opposite end of the couch, her nose buried in her phone as usual. Vada was lounging beside you, her thigh pressed against yours.

Every so often, Vada would glance over at you, her eyes glinting with a secret message. Each time, your heart would skip a beat, knowing that she was thinking the same thing you were - that once everyone was asleep, you'd finally have the chance to be alone together, to take things to the next level.

You tried to focus on the TV, but it was impossible to concentrate on the inane chatter and canned laughter. Your mind was racing, imagining all the things Vada might do to you once you were finally behind the closed door of her bedroom. You'd never been this nervous or excited before, and you could tell Vada was feeling the same way.

As the night wore on and the minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, you could feel your anticipation growing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Patricia stood up and stretched. "Alright, everyone, it's getting late. Time for bed."

Amelia marked her page and set her book aside, standing up and heading for the stairs without a word. Patricia followed after her, flicking off the living room lights and leaving you and Vada in the dim glow of the TV.

The second they were out of the room,

Vada grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you off the couch, leading you out of the living room and down the short hallway to her bedroom door. You could hear the distant sounds of her family moving around in the kitchen and bathroom as they got ready for bed.

As soon as you were both inside Vada's room, she shut the door behind you. The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of LED lights that she can’t live without.

Vada turned to face you, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she backed towards the bed. "Finally," she murmured, her voice low and breathy. "I thought they'd never go to bed."

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry with nerves and anticipation. "I know," you whispered back, taking a step towards her. "I was starting to go crazy out there."

Vada reached out and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. She tossed it aside, leaving her wearing just a simple black bra and a baggy pair of shorts.

Vada grinned at your reaction, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Like what you see?" she teased, doing a little twirl to show off her exposed midriff and the way her shorts hung low on her hips.

You quickly covered your mouth, trying to stifle the moan that had threatened to spill out at the sight of her. "Vada," you hissed, feeling your face flush hotly. "You can't just... I mean... wow."

She laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Wow, huh?" she repeated, smirking as she took another step towards you. "I think that's the first time I've ever heard you speechless.”

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice again. "It's not every day I see you half-naked," you pointed out, your eyes still roaming over her exposed skin appreciatively.

Vada paused for a moment, glancing around her room. "Shit, where did I put that bag?" she muttered, rummaging through the clutter on her desk and nightstand.

You watched as she searched, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as the anticipation built. Finally, Vada let out a triumphant "Aha!" and held up the small plastic bag, a grin spreading across her face.

She tossed the bag onto the bed and turned back to you, a wicked glint in her eye. "Found them," she said, reaching out to grab the hem of your shirt.

In one swift motion, she pulled it up and over your head, leaving you standing there in just your bra. Your skin tingled as the cool air hit you, and you couldn't help but shiver slightly.

You pulled Vada into a heated kiss, your lips moving eagerly against hers. She melted into you, her hands roaming over your back and tangling in your hair. You stumbled slightly as you walked her backwards towards the bed, your hearts racing in sync.

Vada fell back against the bed with a soft "Oof", pulling you down on top of her. She looked up at you, her brown eyes dark with desire in the low light of her bedroom. Her chest was heaving, her breathing already growing heavier as the anticipation built between you.

You hovered over her, one hand braced on the mattress beside her head while the other trailed lightly down her side, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips.

Vada reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, tossing it aside carelessly. As her breasts were revealed to you, you couldn't help but let out a small, humorous whimper at the sight of her perfect, soft mounds. You were definitely fully hard at this point.

Vada smirked up at you, a wicked glint in her eye as she noticed your reaction. "Like what you see?" she teased, arching her back slightly to push her chest up towards you.

“Shut up.” You grumbled, silently cursing yourself for letting that noise slip out.

Vada's eyes raked over your body as you stripped off your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear. She licked her lips, a hungry look in her eyes as she took in the sight of your curves. Her gaze lingered on the bulge in your underwear, and she couldn't help but smirk.

She reached out, trailing a finger along the waistband of your underwear. You shivered at her touch, feeling your heart race in anticipation.

"Do you want to...?" Vada asked, nodding towards the foil packet you'd placed on the bed beside you.

You nervously nodded at Vada, your mouth dry with anticipation. "Yeah, I do," you managed to say, your voice cracking slightly. "Why don't you take off your shorts and panties while I... while I get this on?"

Vada smirked, shimmying out of her shorts and panties in one fluid motion. She tossed them to the side, leaving her completely bare before you. You tried not to stare too obviously at her naked lower half, your heart pounding in your chest.

With trembling fingers, you reached down and pushed your underwear off, freeing your aching, hard member. It sprang up, throbbing and ready. You picked up the foil packet, trying to tear it open with shaking hands.

It took longer than you would have liked to roll the condom onto your length. You fumbled with the latex, trying to smooth out the wrinkles and get it to sit properly.

Vada watched you with an amused smile, shaking her head as you struggled to get the condom on. "You're such a goof," she teased, a playful smirk on her lips.

Unable to resist teasing you further, Vada pulled you back on top, reached down and grabbed your hard, covered length in her hand. She guided you to her entrance, trying to line you up. But in her enthusiasm, she missed a few times, causing you both to let out frustrated grunts.

Finally, after a few failed attempts, Vada managed to position you at the right spot. With a gentle push of her hips, she guided you inside her, letting out a low moan as you entered her slowly.

You gasped as you felt her tight, wet cunt enveloping you. It was a foreign but incredible sensation, unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. You both were technically virgins until this very moment, so the new sensations and experiences were overwhelming for both of you. Vada let out a soft whimper as she felt you enter her for the first time, her body tensing slightly at the unfamiliar intrusion.

"Ah..." she gasped, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she tried to relax her muscles. "That feels... intense."

You nodded, your breathing growing heavier as you fought the urge to start moving, to start thrusting into her. "I know," you said, your voice strained.

Vada bit her lip, her brow furrowed in concentration as she adjusted to the new sensation of having you inside her. "It hurts," she admitted, her voice soft and breathy. "But it also feels really good."

She wiggled her hips slightly, trying to find a comfortable position. The movement made you both gasp, and you felt a jolt of pleasure course through your body at the sensation of her walls clenching around your length.

Vada looked up at you, her brown eyes dark and hazy with a mix of discomfort and desire. "I think... I think I'm ready," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can start moving now."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you slowly began to move inside Vada. You started with shallow thrusts, not wanting to hurt her any more than necessary. She let out a shaky moan, her fingers digging into your back as she tried to match your rhythm.

As you both grew more comfortable, your thrusts became deeper and more confident. The bed creaked softly beneath you with each push and pull of your hips. Vada's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling in time with your movements.

"Ah... that feels so good," she gasped, wrapping her legs around your waist to pull you closer. The new angle allowed you to go even deeper, and you both cried out at the intense sensation.

You leaned down to capture Vada's lips in a heated kiss, pouring all of your passion and desire into it. She kissed you back just as fervently, her tongue dancing with yours as you lost yourself in the moment.

Your heart raced as you continued to move inside her, chasing the building pleasure. You knew you wouldn't last long, not with how incredible she felt wrapped around you like this.

You tried your best to control your breathing, to focus on the sensation of Vada's body beneath you and the soft moans spilling from her lips. But it was incredibly difficult to last, especially for a first time.

You could feel your climax fast approaching, your body tensing as the pleasure became almost too intense to bear. Panting heavily, you looked down at Vada, your eyes filled with desperate need.

"Vada," you gasped out, your voice strained with urgency. "I... I don't know if I can hold back much longer."

Vada's eyes fluttered open, hazy with her own building pleasure. She nodded, a breathless moan escaping her lips. "It's okay," she said, her voice barely audible. "Touch me... touch my clit. I need... I need to come too."

You reached down between her legs, your fingers finding her sensitive nub. As you touched it, Vada cried out, her back arching off the bed. You rubbed it in slow, firm circles, feeling her body start to tremble beneath you.

"That's it," she panted, her hips grinding against your hand as you touched her. "Don't stop... I'm so close too."

You rubbed Vada's clit more insistently, feeling her body start to quake and quiver beneath you. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, spurring you on. Your hips moved more urgently, driven by the need to bring her to the edge.

"Yes, yes!" Vada gritted out, her voice breaking as her pleasure crested. "Don't stop, I'm... I'm gonna... ahhh!"

Her body went rigid, her back arching off the bed as she came undone. You felt her walls clench around you rhythmically, squeezing your length in pulsing waves. The sensation was too much, and with a strangled cry, you let go.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body shaking as you spilled yourself into the condom. You collapsed on top of Vada, both of you panting and covered in sweat. You lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of your first time.

“Wait.. your family— do you think they heard?”

-

The next morning, you both stumbled into the kitchen, feeling exhausted but incredibly satisfied. Vada was still in just a t-shirt and panties, while you had thrown on the first clothes you could find - her oversized band shirt and a pair of pajama shorts.

Patricia looked up from the stove where she was making breakfast, her eyes widening slightly as she took in your disheveled appearances. But instead of scolding you, she just smiled knowingly.

"Good morning, you two," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Did you both sleep well?"

Vada blushed, busying herself with getting out plates and utensils. "Uh, yeah, it was fine," she muttered, avoiding her mother's gaze.

As you and Vada sat down at the kitchen table, Amelia looked up from her phone and grinned at her mother. "Hey Mom," she said, a smug smile on her face. "Remember that bet we made? About Vada and her... friend?" She nodded towards you, her grin widening.

Patricia chuckled, setting a plate of pancakes in front of each of you. "Oh, I remember," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Looks like you won that one, Amelia."

Amelia smirked proudly, holding out her hand expectantly towards her mother. "So, you'll give me the $5 now, right?"

Vada blushed even harder, burying her face in her hands. "Oh my god," she muttered, mortified that her little sister was rubbing her victory in all of our faces.

Patricia reached for her wallet and pulled out a crisp $5 bill, placing it in Amelia's eagerly waiting hand. Amelia snatched it up triumphantly, waving it in Vada's face.

"Thanks, Mom!" Amelia crowed, unable to wipe the grin off her face. "I knew it! I told you guys you were totally together."

You frowned in confusion, wondering how on earth Amelia and Patricia had figured out about you and Vada being together. Vada seemed just as perplexed and embarrassed by the revelation.

Patricia chuckled, a playful smirk on her lips as she watched your bewildered expressions. "Oh, come on," she said, rolling her eyes. "You two weren't exactly quiet last night."

Vada's face turned bright red, and she buried her burning cheeks in her hands. "Oh my god," she muttered, mortified. "Mom, seriously?!"

Patricia just laughed, shaking her head. "Well, it's not every day I have to hear my daughter and her girlfriend making love for the first time," she pointed out, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I mean, I'm glad you two had fun, but maybe try to keep it down a little next time, hmm?"

Amelia snorted, clearly delighted by Vada's embarrassment. "Wow, gross," she said, making a face. "I don't need to know about your sex life, Vada."

You quickly tried to change the subject, desperate to get the spotlight off of you and Vada's new relationship. "S-So, uh... what's the weather like out there today?"

—

REQUEST: i looooove your writing! would ever be open to doing a g!p reader x vada cavell, where it's both of their first times and they are cute and awkward together? maybe even the morning after they get discovered by parents/guardians and there's a cute morning scene? idk i think i'm just craving sweet happy sex. p.s. i think you're really cool

(thank you btw)

[wizardsix]

six's incomprehensible review of kcd2's writing

(I'll be honest this isn't as much of a proper review as i wish i could write, maybe one day i'll rewrite this with a newfound professionalism but for now i just wanted to make one big post on why I personally think the writing is so good in general as someone who appreciates the craft and studies it... everything under the cut for kcd1&2 spoilers. 4.1k words and divided for easier reading. thanks in advance for your time)

brief lore

so i've been playing kcd2 pretty much every day since it dropped, did my first playthrough in under 5 days with little sleep and let me tell you. I have been completely cured of everything that was causing me grief for the entirety of january which involved my own personal art/writing, and honestly this game dropped at a perfect time to rip me out of my self-induced misery.

despite my love for fantasy and historical settings, I didn't expect much when I first played kcd1. I thought it was just a medieval times war simulator for repressed men, but I had to give it a try. obviously, I'm glad I was wrong, and I actually realized this around the time you go back to skalitz for henry's parents and after I played theresa's dlc. I realized there might actually be care put into the writing, into the reality of war instead of glorifying it with another peasant-turned-knight story. kcd1 did an incredible job of immersing you into the role of henry, an average peasant, son of a blacksmith. he's not some secretly skilled dragonborn waiting to be awakened to save the world, he's just a boy who was thrown into the fray years before he was ready... kcd1 was good. i really enjoyed playing it and experiencing such a unique game. it was an impressive ambition especially with the limited budget they had. maybe it could stand to be condensed, but as an act 1 it's incredibly engaging at the beginning and end, creating a strong foundation and lot of anticipation for kcd2.

authenticity is king

what makes a good story? a question that can be debated until the end of time. its complicated. its simple. its completely subjective. but as corny as it sounds, the truth i believe is a good story has soul in it. it's something i will believe until i die. a good story has something to say, something that needs to be said no matter how silly or serious it is. and even if the result is ugly, bad art with soul will never truly be bad. and i'm not here to preach anything or glaze companies like warhorse and even larian, because no one is safe from criticism (i have especially torn into larian myself over certain issues), but this universal praise we see isn't undeserved, and we should celebrate the fuck out of good games when we get them.

kcd2, i believe, has easily become one of the greatest games of all time. and it's simply because, at its core, the writing of kcd is human. this is unfortunately something very easily forgotten when swept up in numbers and trends. but kcd is not trying to be something it isn't. the writers had a very clear vision of the story they wanted to tell from the start and made absolutely 0 sacrifices for trends and culture wars.

the writing is mature, it respects your intelligence and doesn't have to spell everything out. serious moments actually feel tense, the humour is woven in well without being out of place, and something i consider a true miracle is that they don't force quippy lines out of every character. the dialogue is believable enough where it's not too incomprehensibly archaic or too jarringly modern. the characters are not all that self aware and don't pull therapy speak out of their asses. every single character has depth from the major characters to even the minor npcs. the world is so full of personality and charm that i didn't mind sitting around with npcs to just listen to them talk about their mundane lives or observe their daily routines. i even found myself caring about the most insignificant npcs. like i failed the fight dirty quest bc i banished hired hand stanley to hell for bullying my boy tobias 'darling' and his dog. such a minor npc but i felt like i had to do something to help even if the game didn't acknowledge it. and to me, if a game makes you feel something and follows you well after it's over, it's doing something right.

at the time of writing this i'm on my 3rd playthrough. 200+ hours and i'm still discovering new npcs, dialogue, quests, locations, and outcomes. 2.2 million words sounds like too much, it makes you wonder if its justified, but i can confidently say it is. warhorse made no sacrifices to be like other games. their vision remained strong from beginning to end, and now if they so choose to, kcd3 has a very strong foundation and limitless potential for henry's story to branch off into. and if not, i have no doubt whatever warhorse writes next, whether it's about henry, medieval bohemia, or another historical setting completely, will be a masterpiece.

wait... you're just like me?

every single character in kcd has flaws and some fuck up immensely, which many people might be annoyed w but it's something I love and find lacking in a lot of stories. you can't pin a single character down as "good" or "evil" and they put an emphasis on this when confronting istvan, erik, markvart, drinking w the cumans, staying in trosky, exposing semine, spying on the praguers, and through a bunch of minor npc conflicts... all of these situations are not clear-cut and every single character involved have reasons for fighting, and you fear the prospect that they're right.

what do you do when the enemy looks and feels like you do? how do you judge someone in any way that matters without condemning yourself too? the game asks questions and does not give you an answer. at least not one that will satisfy everyone. such is life. and that's what i love about this game. i love when writers aren't afraid to make their characters so viscerally human. I love how no one is immune to their desires, to all the fuck ups and deception. everyone is bound to fuck up no matter how careful they are. fuck ups that seem so easily avoided if they did one thing differently or were more cautious of who they worked with. you'd think even the most cunning and experienced could avoid it but even they mess up, and kcd doesn't try to show off or give anyone immunity in manipulation and morality. it's as markvart said, "under all the armour and finery you will only ever find a man" (and my god, what a scene. I believe the entire conversation w markvart is the heart of the story. but my words won't do it justice, please go watch it it's incredibly written and acted).

so... why did i care about some npc with 3 lines enough to fail a quest and risk getting arrested for him? well, because his story hit home. it's a rarity that writers care enough about the little people to show the beauty of the mundane and the humanity of even the most revered. kcd breaks the illusion that people in the past were so different from us today and tells us point blank that we are here today because the fight for life and love is endless.

things worth living for

kcd puts you into the body of a boy who had everything taken from him, and from the moment he regains consciousness he's ready to throw himself back at the enemy to avenge his parents. it's a pretty hopeless thing to do. what can one blind man do against an army? what can one weary woman do in the ruins of her home but try to save at least one more soul, even at the cost of her own? kcd shows the gruesome and hopeless reality of war... but it also does a good job of showing the importance of people.

henry has few people left in his life, but two haunt the corners of his mind; his parents, we know this very well. they are the driving force of why he fights and they remain important instead of being used as fuel for his story. it may seem insignificant, but i really appreciate that they didn't pull a "radzig didn't want henry or care about henry's mother and lied to martin the whole time" and "martin abandoned sara and samuel for another family", i feel it would've been too much for henry to have more guilt and anger over his parents and then a tense relationship w radzig/samuel on top. what would be the point in learning about his real father and step brother, only to end up resenting them? there's a lot of dark shit going on and it's good to have some genuine familial relationships once in a while.

there's no malicious reason why martin and radzig couldn't raise their biological sons, and if they could, they would have, but they tried to do the best they could for henry given the circumstances, and you wouldn't even doubt for a second that martin would've loved sam if things were different. it's bittersweet and feels real. there's no need for a big plot twist of "martin was a bad man actually" after everyone spoke so fondly of him. and i appreciate that warhorse doesn't pull plot twists out of nowhere. it's good that henry has hans, sam, radzig, and godwin to rely on and untainted memories of his parents. it's good that despite everything, henry is able to hold onto the blue skies overhead, green grass underfoot, beautiful girls, good wine, a few good friends, and a fine steed under his backside.

... speaking of godwin, i want to briefly mention just how good of a secondary pov character he was. when i first played i was a little confused as to why him, mostly bc i didn't drink w him in the first game so i didn't know shit about him. but godwin makes a very compelling and fun secondary pov character as a noble war veteran turned priest that has absolutely no involvement in henry's life aside from drinking with him once but is now compelled to look out for him simply because he likes him (and bc it was asked of him but he does care shh). and it's not like his purpose was to babysit henry the whole time, he's given his own personal obstacles when he has to face his father in raborsch, who berates him in front of everyone with no shame, to the italian job where his father finally acknowledges that he was wrong about godwin. kcd2 gives this hedonistic priest a whole new layer of depth one couldn't have deduced based off his behaviour from the first game. it's truly incredible to see how a little care can go really far for even the most seemingly unimportant npcs like godwin or even liechtenstein. all in all, i really enjoyed playing as godwin and he was the perfect choice for a secondary pov character.

i could go on forever about the supporting characters, but i need to move onto the elephant in the room now: henry and hans.

those guys

henry and hans are so fascinating to me. it's been a good while since i've seen such deep and complex characters where even their failures are exciting to witness because you just know this will only strengthen them as people. the reason why, for me at least, it means a lot that warhorse wrote such a beautiful relationship between two men is bc they're written as people first. henry and hans are two characters that Can stand on their own but become stronger together. two young men who come from completely different worlds find comfort in each other's presence despite the laws of man and god saying it can't be so.

you can see something shift between them as early as the hunting trip. a trip that was a punishment for both turned out to be what they needed. to put aside their statuses and find common ground. hans asks about henry and skalitz, and empathizes with henry over the loss of his parents and reveals he never knew his own. you see something strange from the asshole who keeps humiliating and provoking you. you start to understand that all he really needed was for someone to understand him. not a mentor or guardian. not his subjects who drink and bathe with him on a whim. a friend. someone who sees him as a person worthy of his noble title and not a child or a drunk whore.

this newfound bond grows as you get up to typical teenage boy behaviour and in the span of a few weeks the haughty nobleman henry met just yesterday becomes a closer friend than his childhood friends fritz or matthew ever cared to be. but it doesn't end there. hans doesn't remain a pretty face and let everyone fight battles for him, and when it's time to take back talmberg his true character shows when he puts himself between the enemy to save tobias feyfar (when the trebuchet is attacked) or henry (if he gets knocked out during night raid). hans is willing to risk himself because he believes in justice as much as henry even though he came from a more privileged background. both of them were already incredibly noble men in the making and kcd2 tests how far they're willing to go for a place in the world.

it doesn't matter how you play him; henry remains the same sweet boy from skalitz underneath it all. the blacksmith's boy who comes home crying to ma with scrapes and bruises and big dreams, the lover and loyal friend, and the survivor who vowed to never run from a fight lest more innocents be slaughtered for his cowardice. he never forgot skalitz and he never stopped blaming himself. even if he has to push, even when he becomes just as bad as runt or istvan or the dry devil, it weighs on him. you can control his actions and his words, but you can't control how he feels at his core. even after all three of his goals have been achieved by the end of kcd2 (avenge his parents, get his sword back, and protect hans), he is still deeply hurt and laments getting lost in his path of vengeance. this guilt follows him into his dreams, justifying his actions becomes an uphill battle, and in the final conversation with his "parents" he can choose to repent and acknowledge that he has lost himself or double down and say he was always right. then he can choose to keep fighting, or finally present martin's sword to radzig and settle into the life he should've had back in skalitz...

there's no black or white answer, as the game often tells you, only action and consequence. and something I've noticed are the people who are a bit annoyed at how your choices throughout the game don't matter in the end since you can choose to say sorry and "everything is okay", but I don't see it that way really. it's not okay, why would it be? but everyone deserves a chance to repent, whether you personally believe it or not, and henry is arguably better than most for acknowledging his guilt and promising to do better. life doesn't end at the first sin. you could always become just as bad as the enemy or you could choose to be kind, merciful, and treat people with dignity.

as for hans. well... kcd2 happens because of him, because he desperately wanted to prove himself to hanush and his people that he was a capable ruler and warrior. he wasn't expecting it to be difficult, his confidence in the plan is the sole reason why it went so wrong. it was his fault they were ambushed despite henry's concern and he knows it. then he blows up at henry and runs off to fix it himself, which he would've succeeded in if von bergow hadn't played them. his comfortable view of the world was shattered and he couldn't accept it at first, but facing death multiple times and seeing henry risk it all for little reward built him back up as a braver and more responsible man to the point where he is unrecognizable from how he started in the first game. hans is reliable, brave, and capable of handling a lot more than people give him credit for. not a lot of noblemen would risk themselves so willingly, let alone for a peasant, and henry is actually lucky hans tolerated him and threw hands as equals instead of just sending him to jail and ending his journey quite early (henry is lucky a lot of noblemen put up w him lbr he does himself no favours lmao).

i find hans to be interesting because he isn't really a typical nobleman, he puts the pleasures of life first before politics and sees his people as people and war as a losing battle (see the conversation he has w brabant after freeing them from maleshov). but he still acknowledges that the day will come when he has to take his role seriously even if the looming threat to his freedom strikes fear into his soul (see raborsch when the arranged wedding is announced). in the prologue of kcd2 he leads the company and doesn't joke much or even indulge in the conversation of women, the shadow of tomorrow's meeting with von bergow grows closer and there's a lot of pressure to not mess it up. hans is a lot of things, but incompetent is not one of them. he doesn't cry when they have to get their hands dirty and remains relatively calm when dealing with other nobleman. he knows what's at stake and doesn't allow henry to take the brunt of their struggles. even when henry is hallucinating, shouting, and is essentially dead weight, hans doesn't hesitate to carry him and assure him that he's okay.

i haven't even begun to cover the depth of the story and the characters, but as much as i wish i could I'm not qualified enough for a deep analysis and I'd rather go to my final thoughts, which is of course the romance between henry and hans (and warhorse's treatment of mlm characters).

gay... people?

from my previous point, these are two characters that stand on their own, but together they stand taller. even without any romance the game and story are incredible. henry and hans' friendship is not optional, it is a core part of their characters and why they fight. it's not distracting or out of nowhere bc their sexualities are not their entire personalities. but here's the thing, the friendship created a strong foundation for a potential romance, but if written carelessly and completely out of character, this romance would not have worked and the writer's hand would show. taking into account the setting, the characters, and the plot is the only way to craft a believable and good romance. and I know some people are disappointed because they expected more romance or dates or some grand display of love, but these characters aren't like that, at least not how we perceive romance in our modern day. they love each other, there's no denying that, and they didn't even have to say those exact words for it to be true. love can be shown and said in a multitude of different ways and it will not look the same for every person, but it doesn't make the love any lesser.

for henry and hans, it's action above words. hans seems to be the more introspective of the two, and we see this when it's him who initiates the final romance scene with a beautifully tragic story he'd been thinking about for god knows how long. but this only happens when they're sure they'll die, that they'll never see each other again, only after henry reminds hans again and again that he's cared for. and maybe it's too late but something needs to be said. often times they make jokes and tease each other, which could definitely have flirtatious undertones, but their true feelings show in serious moments, moments of danger, and of course when you pick the heart dialogue. the only time henry tries traditional flirting on hans is when you can learn how to give a compliment in italian, but even then he kind of fumbles for a more genuine one ("i am dazzled by your beauty" into "you look good"). henry drops the usual theatrics to assure hans that he will always back him up when he needs it. hans needs to know that henry doesn't stick w him because he has to, but because he wants to. and the best part is that this remains true even if you don't choose to romance him.

but aside from henry and hans, we of course have istvan and erik who have their own complicated relationship that includes something romantic. then there's npcs; novice lucas (kcd1), black bartosch, and herbalist barnaby (kcd2) (I'm not sure if there's any more, these are just the ones I'm aware of rn). the way all of these characters are written is Not forced and liking men is not their entire purpose, it's actually a completely optional thing to find out about these characters (investigate the monks who abuse lucas, talk w black bartosch instead of just training, and hang out w herbalist barnaby after fighting him. actually, even if you don't interrogate erik and istvan, you could completely miss the romantic undertones of their relationship and continue to think it's just father/son). and no, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying stories with gay or even trans characters can't be about that, it would be horribly hypocritical of me when my own trans-bisexual-ness fuels my own art, but that's not all we are and I believe we're doing ourselves a disservice when we keep ourselves stuck in the coming out story cycle.

we need stories that are more than our pain, especially now, and it's important that not only we create gay/trans art, but our allies do as well. we deserve to be seen and not have to keep our love under the guise of close friendship. and I'm sorry, but sometimes it's not enough to simply imply or queer bait. I feel like it's rare for stories to actually commit to showing that we exist and that we are capable of all kinds of love, too. to treat us like people and not fun little side quests. to not debate our existence or water us down to naive teens in quirky coming out stories. we deserve to have stories where we actually get to live and love.

and idk if warhorse is really aware of how impactful that decision was... the confirmation that the director saw something more intimate between henry and hans and hearing how the actors wanted to do it justice means a lot especially knowing the reputation warhorse had. and in the end the most unlikely people created one of the most compelling and beautiful relationships in recent years because they saw people first. it may seem like the bare minimum but it's appreciated regardless. people can cry and scream about how wrong it is to have gay people in the middle ages until the end of time. nothing can change the fact that we've been here and always will be.

too long; did read

I hate being sappy, but kcd2 pulled me out of the pit I was in because of the shit on the news and my own art block, and it has comforted and inspired me to continue my own work even if it never sees the light of day. kcd2 to me is what stories should be. there's no secret to why it's so good, because swen vincke said it himself at the last game awards: "[the formula] it's stupidly simple, but somehow it keeps on getting lost." a great speech that unfortunately means nothing to titan companies, but we know it's the truth. kcd2 is a success because it was made with genuine love, care, and respect for games, history, and people. it really is that simple.

10/10

[xoxoaugust]

holidays

pro footballer!rin itoshi x childhoodbsf!reader

now playing : holidays by Conan Gray

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years have passed since the two of you have seen each other

December 23rd, 2023

You have just landed at the airport, frankly exhausted and drained. Visiting home for the holidays after maybe five years of being away for school, now work. You called your mom, telling her that you’ll be home in a bit since you had just landed.

Tightening your coat around you, you walked out of the airport to find your uber to finally take you home. Sniffling a bit from the cold and taking in the scenery, your mind drifts off to old memories. Snowball fights and putting up wreaths, you really missed it, you missed being a naive little kid.

Your nostalgic break was interrupted by your uber, which finally pulled up to take you home. Staring out the window, you would mentally point out buildings that you remembered from five years ago. Your school, your favorite store, favorite restaurants. You snapped out of the daze you were in and checked your phone for any texts. It was around midnight so you assumed there wouldn’t be any, but unbeknownst to you, a text from an unexpected send would be waiting for you.

12:47 AM

no caller ID

Hey, is this y/n?

You

Who is this??

no caller ID

I don’t think I need to say, I just need to know if this is y/n

You

Then you don’t get to know if this y/n

no caller ID

This is Rin Itoshi.

You

Rin???

Rin Itoshi

Yes?? Can I know if this is y/n now?

You

Yes it’s me, it’s been a while! I haven’t seen you in ages

Rin Itoshi

Yeah I know, I wanted to ask if you’re back in town for holiday season

You

Yeah I am, im gonna be here for around two weeks!

Rin Itoshi

I’m here for two weeks too, we should catch up soon

You

Of course! Let me know if you have a place to go!

Rin Itoshi

👍

You caught yourself smiling at your phone, same old Rin.

You still remember how your childhood best friend was then, and he hasn’t changed. The same considerate nature, the cold demeanor hasn’t changed but his heart was always in the right place. He was always thinking of others, he was the first to remember what people liked and disliked.

In elementary school, people thought he was weird. Falling over on purpose, for fun? Or maybe attention? It was weird, but you didn’t care. You would fall over with him, you would give him bandaids, making sure you always had matching bandaids. You watched him play soccer with his brother, in awe of his talent. You were his number one supporter through and through. The two of you always got popsicles together, that was your favorite thing to do after every hangout. Rin treasures those memories, getting popsicles with you and his older brother.

In middle school/junior high, the two of you got even closer, inseparable even. Everyday after school, the two of you would go off and do whatever. Get food, play soccer, stop by that one cafe that served the coffee that was too bitter for the two of you, so you’d end up getting hot chocolate and writing latte on the cup. Those were the days you’d never forget. You remember going to the airport with Rin to say goodbye to Sae. You also remember how Rin’s face was dull afterwards, so you took him to get popsicles. That’s when you vowed to yourself that you would never let him feel sad like that again.

Come high school, things hadn’t changed between you two, until Sae’s return. Prior to Sae’s return, you would hangout after school at the fields to help him get better at soccer, then go to his house so he could get changed, then go to the cafe so you could “study”. You always had to order for him because he was always too tired to say anything to anyone other than you. Then he would complain about the coffee being too bitter and tasting weird. You would roll your eyes and tell him to order something else, but he never did. That was your little routine everyday for about a year, until Sae. One day he had told you that we would be practicing a little extra that day so you should just wait at the cafe. You waited maybe two hours before deciding to go to the field to make sure he’s okay. News flash, he was far from okay. As you approached the field, you saw two figures conversing. It didn’t take you a while to realize it was Sae, you had grown up with him so you knew it was him. You looked at Rin directly, an unusual distressed look on his face. Before you could move any further, Sae started dribbling the ball to the goal. You watched the situation unfold before your eyes in horror. The defeated look on Rin’s face made it a thousand times worse. You watched Sae walk away, leaving Rin on the ground in shambles. Within seconds, you were on the field in front of Rin, trying to comfort him, trying to make him laugh or smile in any way. He didn’t smile, or laugh at all, he didn’t smile or laugh as much onwards. Your daily hangouts went from fun and laughter and conversation, to just soccer. You missed your Rin a lot, but you knew that he needed someone to rely on. You were always there to listen to what he had to say or complain about. It wasn’t long before he was offered a spot at Blue Lock, and you were off to college. You hadn’t kept in touch, mostly because he wasn’t allowed a phone and you had changed your number since then, plus you went to college in London m. It had been five whole years since you two had spoken, at all.

Your daydreaming was cut short when the Uber had finally pulled up to your driveway. You thanked the driver and grabbed your luggage. Taking in the reality that you’re actually back home, you smiled seeing how everything is just as you left it. You sighed contently, your breath visible due to the crisp cold weather outside. Walking up to the steps of your front patio, you felt warm inside. Everything was blissful as it was, just like when you were younger. Ringing the doorbell, your mother opened the door excitedly, ushering you inside. Though it was your first time back home in a while, your family had come to visit you a few times since you were too busy to go visit them, but it had still been a while since you had seen them. You sat down on the couch in the living room, a cup of hot cocoa in your hands (courtesy of your mother) catching up with your siblings. It was maybe 2:15 AM when you had said goodnight and went to your room. Your room was the same, nothing was moved, definitely cleaned but not moved. You placed your bags in the corner of your room, deciding to take a quick shower after smelling yourself. The ‘quick shower’ was 45 minutes. You got dressed and flopped onto your bed, slightly sore from the uncomfortable plane seats. You picked up your phone to place it on the charger.

3:04 AM

Rin

Hey, does Cherrywood work for tomorrow?

You

Yes! What time do you prefer?

Rin

Does 3:30 work for you? I know you’ll be tired from jet lag.

You

Yes that works! I will see you then, bye!!

Rin

Bye :)

You smiled at your phone before setting it down on the bedside table and falling fast asleep.

That same morning, you woke up around 11:30 AM. The exhaustion in your body had left, but you were physically sore. You mustered the energy to get up and make a coffee and a light breakfast, knowing that you would meet with Rin soon for a late lunch anyway.

You noticed the extra energy you were spending on getting ready. The strong perfume you had applied, remembering that Rin liked strong and bold perfumes. The extra jewelry and effort into your look was evident. You weren’t doing it for him, not for attention or anything, it was for you. You and Rin were eerily similar but just as different. You liked soccer, so did he, but he was obsessed with it. He liked strong perfumes very much, and so did you. It wasn’t liking something because someone likes it, but finding common ground and interest with a close friend.

The clock struck three o’clock and you got into your car, driving towards the place you knew oh so well. Having thirty minutes of leeway, you knew you only really had fifteen, because Rin was never late, on the contrary he was always too early for his own good. You finally reached the little cafe and parked in the spot right next to your favorite cherry blossom tree, it wasn’t in bloom but it still looked beautiful. Staring at the big sign at the front labeled Cherrywood, you smiled to yourself, memories flushing back to you.

Cherrywood Cafe was yours, and Rin’s. It was the cafe you had always gone to, everyday. You had made so many memories there, the owners knew you by name and order, they always thought you were a couple. You still remember the times Rin would surprised you on your birthday with a little set up at the cafe. Good times.

You walked inside, the owner recognized you instantly.

“Oh my goodness! You have grown so much my dear!”

You loved that sweet old lady, she was the cutest thing to ever exist.

“Come come, your boy is waiting for you.”

You instantly felt the warmth creep up to your cheeks, because you knew exactly who she was talking about. She dragged you over to the table in the corner with the large window, which had little succulents on the sill. There he was, Rin Itoshi in all his glory. He stared at you with so much intensity you thought you would puke. He stood up to greet you, well he got tall.

“Oh! Hello, it’s nice to see you.”

Well he is awkward as always.

“It’s nice to see you too Rin.” You gleamed.

The two of you sat down in awkward silence for a bit, and the food had arrived before you started the conversation.

“So how have you been, I know you’re a big shot soccer player now, how’s that going for you?” You smiled.

“It’s great honestly, not too bad, minus the paparazzi.” He said with a blank stare.

You nodded in acknowledgment, the silence was slowly creeping back in.

“How about you? What do you do now?” He asked.

“I am a physical therapist, I just completed my clinical studies. I had my white coat ceremony a while back, now im in the field. I actually get a lot of athletes, I think I met a friend of yours.” You rambled.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Who did you meet?” He asked, it felt more like an interview.

“He was eccentric for sure, I think his name was…Shidou im not sure it was a while back.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. You stared back with a puzzled look on your face.

“Did I say something wrong?” You questioned

He sighed before starting.

“It pains me that you think that he is my friend, I would never, and I mean never, consider him my friend.”

That statement elicited a chuckle from you.

“And why is that?”

He frowned.

“You met him, he’s such an odd person.”

You laughed even harder.

“Yeah I noticed he has an obsession with Sae.”

You didn’t know what you were starting. It was like Rin was waiting for this moment his entire life.

“Right? It’s so…odd. If you like a person and you think they are talented, don’t start jumping on them and saying odd shit, on live television too. He is a PR nightmare.” He rambled on about how weird Shidou was.

You don’t think you had laughed at someone complaining this hard. Somewhere in the ramble, Rin laughed a bit too. When he finally stopped, you were still laughing, he was then just staring at you. He was too busy listening to your laugh.

“Wow you have the same laugh from when we little.”

Well that caught your attention.

“Really?” You replied

He nodded with a small smile on his face.

“It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much.” He continued.

You smiled, not knowing how to respond. He was never one to be super nice, just respectful enough to get by. You would be lying if you said you didn’t like him, and his compliments.

“You changed for the better, you’re smiling more.” You complimented back.

His smile slightly fell, your smile also fell when you noticed.

“Keep smiling, it suits you.” You quickly added before finishing the last bite on your plate.

Rin had always been ghastly pale. Even being an athlete, he was very fair and it was probably one of his biggest social weaknesses. This is because, his face would turn bright red at any given moment, he could be embarrassed, shy, angry, surprised and everyone could tell, because his face had changed colors. He tried to cover it up, but as you said that, his face instantly turned pink. You pretended to not notice so he could save face but it was no use. You giggled a bit, slightly poking fun at him.

You two finally finished your lunch, getting up to pay for the meal, you insisted on paying. As you went to give your card, Rin snatched it from you and gave his instead. He handed the card to you, not uttering a single word. Walking out of the cafe side by side, he broke the silence.

“I had fun, we should stay in touch.”

“I did too, and we should, let me know if you’re ever in London.” You nudged his shoulder.

“I will I promise.” He held out his pinky, securing it with yours. He hesitated before continuing.

“You should come to one of my games, I’ll seat you in VIP.”

You looked at him, surprised and giddy.

“Oh my gosh Rin id love to see one of your games!”

He smiled, blushing furiously, he was so glad it was cold outside.

You guys parted ways again, but not for long. You texted everyday, called frequently even on busy days. You stayed in touch, a little too much maybe. When he played a game in London, you attended, sitting in the nice VIP front seat. He kept glancing your way, trying not to make it obvious so the media wouldn’t get any ideas, he already had plans to ask you out, he didn’t want rumors to ruin that.

When he won the game (obviously) he met with his team and then quickly ran over to you, telling you to meet him outside the stadium in the staff parking lot.

You stood there for maybe 15 minutes, waiting for Rin in front of his car. Then, a pair of hands came up and covered your eyes. A smile adorned your face, knowing exactly who it was. It was a bit out of character for him, but you weren’t complaining. When he lifted his hands off your eyes, you finally turned around, looking straight at Rin, who had a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a small box. He looked handsome as ever. You gasped, mouth agape, you didn’t know what to say. So you didn’t say anything, instead you instantly leapt forward and kissed him. You have been waiting for this moment for god knows how long. You felt Rin’s arms pulling you into a hug, you could tell he’s been waiting for this too. When you pulled away, he gestured you to open the small velvet box in his hand. You smiled at him before taking the box and opening it. Inside was a beautiful charm bracelet, and a ring with white and teal crystals on it. You were speechless, you didn’t think this day could get any better, until he pulled the sleeve of his shirt up, revealing a matching bracelet and ring on his hand. You hugged him so tight he couldn’t breathe properly for a bit, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was living his dream now, dream job and dream soulmate.

And it wasn’t long before you and Rin had to switch those matching rings for another set, this one had diamonds though.

xoxo, august

[nintendont2502]

finished season one of tma last night ! just gonna dump my thoughts here before i start season two (so i can come back and see how wrong i was lmao)

jon's va is a PHENOMENAL actor, holy shit. like dont get me wrong theyre all amazing, but oh my GOD

speaking of, while im sure the out of universe reasoning for jon putting his entire archivussy into the statements is just bc it makes them more interesting to listen to, i still personally choose to believe that the institute purely hired him for his voice acting skills

theres something.... interesting with jons role that i cant stop thinking about. jane prentiss only referring to him as "archivist". the transcripts (or at least, the ones im using) only referring to him as "archivist". his first impulse being to grab the tape recorder during jane's attack and record the entire thing. the title of archivist is kinda beginning to feel more like... a mask i guess? something that takes over and kinda overshadows your old identity. youre not jon, youre not gertrude - youre just "archivist"

(also something about martin being forced to move into the archives (almost becoming part of the archives) and sasha literally having her identity subsumed and stolen by. whatever the fuck not!sasha is. both of those occurrences only happening because they were acting on behalf of the institute. kinda noticing a trend of identities being lost or stolen or changed because of (and maybe by) the institute, but that could just be a "i connected two dots" "you didnt connect shit" moment yk)

i fully believe the role of archivist is cursed. like one hundred percent. theres something up with that shit and theres no way in hell theyre being paid enough to make up for it

tbf theres no way in hell anyone heres being paid enough to make up for the bullshit they go through. id say they should quit but,,, i dont think they can

except maybe martin. please martin. go live a normal life and write your poetry and stop needing to corkscrew worms out of yourself

"i refuse to become another goddamn mystery" :((

i dont trust the institute. at all. i think at best theyre just a shitty workplace willing to turn a blind eye to some things for the good of their research, and at worst theyre actively hiding something or lying about what they are. theres just been. so many small details that rub me the wrong way yk - the archive team not being allowed to research cases that involve the lukas family in case they pull funding, sasha mentioning research students testing artefacts, the way MAG 37/Burnt Offering starts with jason begging the institute to save his son before acknowledging that theyll never do anything (makes me wonder how many statements they read and dismiss. how many statements they never read. how many people have died because of them?) - and i mean fuck just the general regard for employee health and safety seems to be non existent. also. yk. someone in the building probably murdering gertrude. thats a big thing

worms and rot and decay in the walls and a dead body in the basement. i dont trust them at all

this is definitely just me picking up what the episode was clearly laying out but holy shit gertrudes death feels *wrong*. all this build up, all the signs pointing towards it being something supernatural (the archive being filled with veins (?) in The Dreamers, the ritual site filled with photos of her in Burnt Offering, jane directly threatening the archivist in her statement (which wouldve been gertrude at the time if im not mistaken)) and then its just?? a gun?? and no one finds her body for a year???

that being said the mental image of jane and her merry band of worms sneaking into the archive just to shoot gertrude with a Regular Ass Gun is fucking hilarious

the only episode that really got to me was A Sturdy Lock, and i think that was just bc i got unlucky enough to listen to it on the one night i was home alone. woke up at 4 am, stared at my doorknob for a few minutes and forced myself to go back to sleep

favourite statement is probably a tie between The Dreamers (i love how perfectly it captured the distorted, off, slightly... disturbing vibes i get in my dreams, and as someone who was really vivid really weird dreams - it hit close to home) and Hive (bc holy SHIT jons acting in this was insane. jesus christ. the writing was incredible too holy fuck)

favourite *episode* is Infestation, just bc im a sucker for hearing Jon out of character (for lack of a better term - its fuckin *weird* hearing him emote. i love it) and i love getting more of the other archive staff (especially martin. martin my beloved martin my light more martin forever please and thank you). also jon admitting that he does believe most of the statements and hes fucking terrified of them hits like a truck when youve been making "jon doesnt believe something - take a shot" jokes for the last 38 episodes like i was

jons such a bitch /aff i love him. pathetic wet cat of a man

i fully expect him to try and kill someone next season. potentially himself. hopefully not martin

leitner and your fuck ass books when I Fucking Get You

where is sasha. where is my girl. give her back.

mahtiin :(((

[dragqueenstarscream]

(i’m sure you’ve probably answered this question before, and if you have, just direct me to a post or two, 😭😭 i’m new to following you)

hello!!! can i ask more about why you ship starop? id love to hear more about how you discovered + fell in love with the ship, the dynamics you find interesting about it, etc!! the ship is just something i hadn’t considered, and i really love the passion you have for it <3

hello! good to see a new anon in the askbox! :D

i have answered it before, but i've never really gone in depth as to why i like starop so much, so i'll make this the post where i do that.

i initially thought of starop as a ship when considering that optimus is my favorite autobot and starscream is my favorite decepticon, so why not ship the two? it only increased when i watched tfp and saw the episode where starscream attempts to defect, only for him to fight with arcee and go rogue again. there's this moment where starscream gives optimus the biggest puppy dog eyes, and it made me think, "oh, these two would be cute!"

then there was the orion pax episode, and especially the antarctica episode, and it just made me ship them even harder. it got me thinking about starop in other continuities, and now, if starscream and optimus are in a series together, then i'm probably gonna ship them.

i absolutely love starop primarily because i see myself a lot in starscream, someone on the wrong side of things suffering from abuse. starop, for me anyways, represents a possible redemption. it represents a way out, finding someone who cares for your well-being and wants you to become a better person.

one of my favorite starop dynamics as of late has been armada. a lot of people know that starscream joins the autobots in that continuity, but those who haven't seen it might not know that starscream is manipulated by thrust into rejoining the decepticons. even after he rejoins the decepticons, optimus has faith that starscream will do the right thing and become a better person, and starscream even openly worries about optimus in episodes after that. i'm not writing fanfiction here, this is canon. optimus being willing to give starscream a chance was what sent him on the path to becoming a better person. none of the other autobots had faith in him except for optimus, and that changed him forever.

so yeah, i have a ton of love for this ship! it's criminally underrated, and i'm always happy to talk about it!

[shakooo]

OMGSJSGHSGHAG i just wanted to say that today is my 20th birthday and in a way it's something special(??? you know well all birthdays are but i never thought id reach 20 so fast i mean GOD just yesterday iwas 13 it makes me very happy to be here and i wanted to share it with you guys, im quite happy, these last 3 years have been full of many experiences, experiences from which ive learned a lot and i've also met WONDERFUL people who i admire like you have no idea :"))) each one of you has made me keep striving in what i want to achieve and in what i want to be, i can only say thank you for everything AAHKASGGSGAHGFFF i get sentimental with all of this sorry

today i turn 20, tomorrow 30, then 40 and the truth is i will be happy to do it as long as i have my friends by my side ^^

the second drawing was made by a friend (Rechim) and GEUGEJWGHGGHG I LOVED IT NGL iwanted my cake with images of tfuffula flu like Emtre, Swag,Dave,72,Rovky etc ToT BUT i was embarrassed to ask my parents for the cake JAKSJKAJAJAJ BUT I MUST DO IT

BTW i wanted to tell you that maybe on saturday i'll make a magma to celebrate my birthday it's today but i'll be busy that's why i want to move it to the 22nd soooo i don't know, what do you thiiiinkkk anyway i will be announcing it on my instagram ^v^

[4rrenstep]

Inspired by this post:

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[ruporas]

asking and receiving (bonus below readmore)

[ID: A black and white, digital Trigun comic of Vash and Wolfwood. In the first panel is a close up of Wolfwood's mouth as he says, "Vash". Accompanying it is a close up shot of Vash's eye, widen and cheeks flushed. Wolfwood presses a knee against the open space between Vash's legs and says, "Tell me everything you want from me." Wolfwood's face is equally as flushed. He continues to say, "I'll give it to you. Everything." As he talks, a wide shot shows the both of them in white space. Vash is sitting, leaning a little back with both hands pressed against the surface he's sitting on. Wolfwood is in his white dress shirt, stripped of the blazer. He's still leaning in with one knee in between Vash's spread legs, his right hand touching Vash's lips and his left hand behind his back.

The shot closes in on Vash's mouth and Wolfwood's hand against it, pressing down on the lower lip as he says, "You have to ask though. Go on." His hand moves down to Vash's chin, gently holding it. With a shy and uncertain expression, Vash hesitantly asks, "Um... K... Kiss... Please?" Wolfwood, without wasting a second, leans in and kisses him and indulges by pressing deeper, eliciting a small noise of surprise from Vash.

Wolfwood moves away from Vash first and with a smile, asks, "What else?" Vash tugs on Wolfwood's left sleeve, wordlessly budging Wolfwood to give him his hand that was still behind his back. In the next panel, Vash utters, "Hold me..?" He's holding Wolfwood's left hand with his own while his right hand is reaching for his waist. Wolfwood complies, moving his left hand to Vash's shoulder and his right hand continues to touch Vash's cheek. Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

More comfortable now, Vash leans in to kiss Wolfwood. Wolfwood catches him immediately, pressing his thumb against Vash's lips to stop him before demanding, "Hey. Ask." Vash looks back in surprise and Wolfwood meets his eye with a quiet, insistent look. They're quiet for a moment before Vash leans in again and curtly requests, "Kiss. Me." Wolfwood says "Good", smiling as he lifts his hand away, and meets Vash's lips. In the next shot, Wolfwood had adjusted his position, sitting on Vash's thigh. The hand that was once on Vash's cheek has moved its way to Vash's nape, pushing away the collar of his jacket with his pinky. His other hand continues to grip on Vash's shoulder. Still kissing, Wolfwood asks again, "What else?"

In the next shot, Vash is starting to turn, moving Wolfwood with him. Vash asks, "Let me on top of you?" Wolfwood says, "Mhm" before asking again, "What else?" The next panel shows a close look of Vash's face. He's looking down, flushed and shy just as he had been at the beginning, but now, more decisive. Vash asks, "Wolfwood... Let me have you..?" A panel of Wolfwood taking Vash's hand into his, pulling it towards his chest. The next panel shows Wolfwood lying down where Vash had laid him. Vash's hand is on Wolfwood's chest, covering the cross of his rosary while Wolfwood's hand lingers against his, loosely pressing Vash's hand in place. He looks up at Vash with a shy smile of his own, flushed cheeks. He says, "All yours."

A panel shows a close up of Vash's tender gaze before he leans down to be closer to Wolfwood. The final shot is a front view of their positions, Vash's face turned away from the viewer; Vash is leaning over Wolfwood who's lying down with his right leg draped over Vash's legs. Wolfwood's left hand holds onto Vash's left arm. With finality, Vash says, "...Mine." End ID]

[ID: A follow up bonus comic in a looser, sketchier style. They're laying comfortably in bed when Vash asks, "What was that earlier?" referecing to the start of the previous comic. Wolfwood glances away and says, "To get you used to it. Asking. And getting what you ask for. Since you're alwasy hesitant about it." Vash's eyes widen, tight lipped. Wolfwood continues, "Knowing you, it'll be a tough habit to break..." When he says this, Vash can't help but laugh, unable to deny it. Wolfwood slowly brings a hand to Vash's cheek and continues to say, "So I'll keep trying -- whatever ways I can... to get it through your thick skull." Vash takes Wolfwood's hand with his, kissing the the palm gently. Wolfwood's eyes soften and holding onto Vash's cheek, he leans in to try for a kiss. Vash says, "Hey..." before stopping Wolfwood's lips with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face, "Ask." Wolfwood's embarrassed and with little irritation, asks, "Really?" Vash smiles, saying, "You're in need of practice too." They pause for a moment, Wolfwood looking contemplatively, before he's leaning in again, asking, "May I please kiss you?" Vash looks him in the eyes and says, "Yes." The comic ends with a "chu", indicating an off-panel kiss. End ID]

[cowboy-robooty]

im not going to lie i have an illuminati type theory that fanfiction has gotten so fucking bad recently as yet another consequence of the pandemic

[tradingjack]

trigun panel redraws from chapters 6-10 (half of these were drawn last year whoops)

anyway i'm so fucking excited for that new trigun ominbus yall dont even know. i fuckin Need it

[pcktknife]

Ive just progressively wanted to exist less and less and less in front of others for like years now and on my worst days it really gets to me

[perilegs]

shoutout to people working their dream jobs doing something mundane

[ishq-itar]

had such a good time im going to think and smile to myself for the next two weeks

[britneyshakespeare]

Had the extremely upsetting experience of a mutual of like 6 years going off on me for occasionally making posts about supporting Harris because apparently that makes me a g n cide denier who refuses to learn and grow, with all of my views just being assumed not even from what I've told them I believe or what I've posted before, but just because I DON'T post particularly the kind of things they THINK I should be. When I pointed out how much they were just completely assuming about stuff I'd never talked to them about, I was told it doesn't matter what I do in real life or "care" about if I simply disagree with their conclusion and vote for her anyway. Like they were absolutely not sorry for the level of maliciousness they not just assumed of my character, but for some reason thought appropriate to bring directly to me before unfollowing me. No apology whatsoever for how discomforting or upsetting that might be and certainly no acknowledgment that I could disagree with them and still be a good person. I just got another even longer rant about how they fundamentally can't fuck with me because of this one thing, no matter WHAT else I do in my real life (which I pointed out that they do not know), and how I'm directly supporting fascism.

Like seriously what is it about Tumblr that makes people think they know someone based off of occasional posts? There were just such DEEP assumptions they were making of me and going off of very little or absolutely nothing. Around the time I first became mutuals with that person I used to express my personality and beliefs and talk about what was going on in my life a lot more openly, but I've significantly scaled back on doing that in many ways for many reasons. One of my major ones is privacy and the way I've had strangers outside my followers and following circles just find random things I say and dogpile me for it. I was fundamentally changed after some T Fs did that to me like 3 years ago. I also just didn't have many conversations w that person anymore (I message people in general on here like 10x less than I did circa 2018-2019, which I'm somewhat sorry about!). My point is to say I think this person felt comfortable assuming that they knew me, especially who I am in 2024 at the age of 25, much better than they actually did.

One of the specific things they accused me of was being afraid of learning and growing (because I don't perform social media activism on here like they think I should). Like AFRAID to take criticism. When again I've never received criticism from them or had to respond to any criticism on here before as pertaining to my views on... well, absolutely any of the issues they accused me of not caring about. They essentially treated it as if the only thing in the world I cared about was the US election and characterized me as the most out-of-touch liberal they could possibly imagine, because I'm not "pushing" Kamala Harris to be better (Oh?? Should I do that on here?? Does she read my blog??).

And most hypocritically what they said was that I only *sometimes* *vaguely* post pro-Harris things (I often post like 5 or fewer things in a day though?). But here's the kicker. "Because I know I'll get shit for it. And rightfully so."

Really????? Not a single person, anon or not, in my messages or in a tagged post or anything, has ever given me shit before for saying who I'm voting for. I'm actually NOT afraid of "getting shit" for that opinion, I just don't start fights with people who are anti-voting. And why should I??? I genuinely don't believe in trying to change the minds of strangers on the internet about that sort of thing. I'm just not confrontational about it; that is so not the same thing as being "afraid of getting shit." I'm not posting ENOUGH about my support for Harris, therefore I'm afraid. But therefore they can also make all these assumptions about me being their strawman for an ignorant Harris supporter.

I'm afraid of getting shit but I still post anyway? But if I weren't afraid of getting shit I'd be posting a lot more?? This is ALL based on their assumptions of what my blog *should* look like, based on what I really and truly believe. My level of posting every now and then is an accurate gauge of my feelings on complex, sensitive, global issues. Because I'm voting for the Democratic presidential candidate and I'm ok sharing pretty much just that little glimpse of myself.

I really don't think that person knows just how inappropriate and insulting that is to just say all of that to me. Like they really know what's going on in my head. Their first message began and ended with like "I'm sorry I love you I just can't take it anymore" but they clearly weren't sorry enough to try and be more respectful to me, and they didn't love me enough not to default to extremely ungenerous assumptions and attacking me based off of those instead of any actual words I've said that they take issue with.

Online radicalization is real and it's not necessarily bad because your political views can start to fall well out of the contemporary Overton window. The way you find it appropriate to treat people whose views, however common, seem to fundamentally misalign with yours... that does matter. You can't just assume the worst of everyone and then act on that in how you approach them as individuals. And then be shocked that you don't stay friends with them. You can't be confrontational with someone about an issue you've never had an honest conversation about, and then expect them to take your bad faith in them as reasonable well-meaning criticism.

I'm afraid of criticism??? I'm afraid of criticism. No I'm not. This person and I have never had an issue before where they criticized me and I got harshly defensive. It was ALL projection. The entire tone of their messages was as if all their anti-voting posts recently were somehow in communication with the occasional go-vote-for-Harris posts that I make. That's not a conversation. I don't post for your satisfaction. I don't post in "response" to my mutuals I disagree with. I just post what's on my mind, sometimes, about some things. I really again can't stress enough how baffled I am by this