#i was looking up a translation just to make sure i was remembering it correctly and then i said screw it and went to sefaria

[son-of-avraham]

One thing that does mildly annoy me is looking up explicitly jewish queries and the only results are like "KING JAMES BIBLE" "Conference of Catholics"

And then you'll try optimizing your search with "jewish" or "judaism" and it's a 50/50 shot as to if a jewish source will pop up 😭😭😭

[lolitastories]

This Is Mine

Rafe Cameron

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

“Do you think she looks like me?” I look up from our lunch towards Rafe holding our daughter beside his face and smiling.

“No, thankfully.” I bluntly say as I try to hold back a laugh. “She looks like her real dad.” I shrug as I take a piece of chicken and stuff it in my mouth. I almost choked seeing the infamous Rafe Cameron stare, he didn’t like what I had just said.

“I know you are lying but if that were true, I wouldn’t care.” He pulls our girl closer and gives her a big kiss on her lovable chubby cheeks. “I am here; she is mine.” How could I make fun of that? As I look at them in awe the air around us changes. He stood up and placed her on the highchair. Making sure she was secure he pulled his chair around and closer to mine. My posture straightened and I could no longer remember how to breathe properly. I tried to ignore his antics of staring at me until I turned and gave him some attention but as soon as I felt his hands on mine, I was met with his blue eyes. “I know we have a deal set between us about what this was but,” I wish my eyes could translate why my heart was beating so fast, so maybe the next words that came out of his mouth would allow me to say what I felt. “We need to talk about it again.” His calm demeanor was something not many people saw, maybe this was the time to talk about it again.

“Okay.” His eyes widened in surprise. His head turns like a little puppy wondering if he heard correctly. “But not here,”

“Right.” He nods. “I will get the car.” I couldn’t ignore how excitedly he jumped out his chair and rushed towards the parking lot. When I looked back, I saw our daughter's head turned towards the direction her father had just gone in.

“Why does he get both things huh?” I ask her in a sweet voice. Her head turns towards my voice and a growing smile appears. “You look like your daddy, and you are obviously obsessed with him,” She giggled like she knew what I was talking about. “Who can blame you?’ I let out a sigh in defeat.

“Here you go ma’am. Have a nice day.” The waitress smiles as she hands me Rafe's card. He must have paid on his way out.

“Thank you, you too.” I put the card in my purse and grabbed our daughter. As we walked towards the parking lot I couldn’t help but admire Rafe. When I left home one thing, I was worried about was doing this by myself. Don’t get me wrong I could handle things from a hammer to a chainsaw, but it didn’t mean I wanted to. I had men in my family who were always there but here? If Rafe hadn’t showed up I would have lost all my will power. Tell me if it's bad but I enjoy watching men do things for me and especially Rafe. Like when he comes around the house he notices little things and gets to fixing it. How just him backing up the truck to pick me and our daughter up so we don’t walk down the long parking lot was admirable. How good he looks in his truck, how good it was to call him my baby’s father.

“Ready?” He smiles from the driver's seat as he places the car in park. He opens the door and gets out rushing towards us. Our baby giggling at his antics and stretching to get a hold of him.

“I will never be able to compete with you huh?” I joke seeing those two so in love with each other. Rafe chuckles. We both move to the back seat and make sure she is secure in her car seat.

“You don’t have to, you know.” He finds my face of confusion as he turns around and shuts the door of our daughter.

“I know.” I say with an uneasy smile. I walked over and checked that she was doing okay through the opened window. I smile seeing her happy with her Paci. When I go to turn around, I feel two hands land on my hip. They carefully circle around my waist, his chest pressed up against my back as he pulls us closer. His chin rests on my right shoulder and my head immediately falls back against his.

“She loves her mommy,” He whispers. I could feel his warm breath hoovering the crook of my neck. “I love her mommy.” I opened my mouth to speak but the only thing that came out was a shaking breath. He starts placing kisses on my shoulder and moves up until he is just below my ear. “We would go crazy without mommy,” Shit. I bit my lip holding back a groan. His hand slowly moves upward. Putting some pressure as it slides over my stomach and my chest. My chest falls heavily when in a split second he gently squeezes my neck and then moves up to grip my chin. He places one last kiss below my ear before he kisses along my jaw, his hand turning my head towards him. My eyes are shut, and I feel his warm breath along my lips as he hoovers above them. “I am going crazy without her kisses,” My hands involuntarily grip his forearm but not to push it away. No, I need to make sure he was here; to release all this feeling he was making me feel.

“Rafe,” My throat felt dry. His hand laid flatly on the middle of my lower stomach. The simple push of his palm had me lightheaded.

“Ready to go home?”

“Uh-huh” I nod dumbly. His one hand on my stomach grips my hip and the other moves to rest on my cheek. He places a quick kiss on my cheek and simply removes himself from me. What the hell just happened? Sure, Rafe has tried to make advances, but it had never landed this far, I had never allowed him to go this far. I turned towards him lost when I opened my eyes.

“Come on,” He smiles. That idiot knew what he had done. He grabs my hand, and I don’t argue as he pulls me around the truck and towards the passenger door. “She needs to nap.” He opens the door and thankfully he helps me in because my legs couldn’t function correctly. Once he places my seatbelt on, he closes the door and rushes to the driver side. My hands stay entwined on my lap and my eyes on the window for the entire car ride.  I had told him what I wanted before our daughter arrived. He could see her and spend time whenever he felt like it. She would live with me but when he chose, she could stay with him. He always chooses to sleep on the couch then put her through discomfort having to adjust to a different setting. When it came to us, I told him we were only friends. He agreed knowing it was too much for us to take in. He started working and expanding his father's company while our daughter wasn’t here yet. I finished college and bought a house, of course with a little help from Rafe.  We were so busy preparing for her that we barely saw each other, other than the ultrasounds and other important baby things. When she was born, we became comfortable with being together, it wasn’t that hard to fall into the rhythm again. But now since our baby is 9 months old it has given us more time together. When she is preoccupied with her toys or taking a nap, she leaves us with having to talk to each other. It felt good having him around. It almost felt like before, when we were dating. “Are you expecting company?” I started to shake my head but freeze when I saw a familiar truck in the driveway.

“Rafe?” I whisper. He hums in response. “No questions asked,” I begin. “Can we go to your house?” I look at him with pleading eyes. Thankfully he only nodded and continued driving down the road. I let out a sigh and turned in my seat to face him. “Seems like my family is in town.” I watched as his jaw tensed and his fingers gripped the steering wheel.

“You said-”

“I know what I said.” I interrupted him. “They aren’t bad people Rafe they are-they have changed.” I let out. I slouch back down on the seat. “They love me, we just didn’t show it.”

“To you” He bluntly said. “You told me how they excluded you. How they belittle you and how you feel unseen and judged by them, how is that love?” His voice was rising with each word.

“You don’t understand Rafe.”

“¿Really?! I don’t understand what an unloving family is?” My lips fall silent. “I know you care too much for them to see their faults, but you can’t go back to the person you once were when you arrived on the island.”

“Am not Rafe.” I grab his hand in mine and give it a gentle squeeze. “Back then I held too much back, and it caused years of built-up feelings but you have helped me, she has helped me.” I look back and see her small feet playfully hit the seat. “I don’t need their validation, but I can’t keep her away from meeting her family.” Rafe lets out a frustrated sigh coming to terms with my words.

“I don’t want-”

“They won’t.” I know he was scared of what they might say and what their words will cause in me. I don’t mention it much, but we had a fight, it was the first and only. I mentioned my father's words against him and Rafe took it like those words were the reason I chose to stay away from him and primarily not want to be with him. I explained it wasn’t the case, and we let it go, at least I did. “I know what I have and what I want. They don’t decide in my life anymore and when it comes to our daughter, we won’t allow even a simple word to cause her harm”

“I respect your choice, and I will be right there with you.” He whispers. I looked around seeing how we made it to his house. It was a two story, white, near the water, glass everywhere, just like I remember. We stayed silent until our little monster started fussing. “Let's get her to bed” I slightly chuckle and nod my head. I took my time going into his house. I watched as he got her out of his truck and walked up stairs to put her to nap. I finished eyeing everything in the living room before my feet were dragging me up the stairs. When I turned the corner, I saw Rafe leaning against the doorway and just looking into the room. “Sorry, she is-I, I just love looking at her sleep.” I nod honestly not caring much for his words. It made my heart melt, but my body and mind were being filled by other things. I grab on to his hand and pull him away from the door. “She must have been very tired because she fell right to sleep.” His words were thrown straight out the window. He continued talking while he followed as I was leading him towards his bedroom.  “I love that she has your eyes-” His mouth rapidly closed when I pushed him towards the bed and made him sit on the end of his bed.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” I whisper as I walk to stand in between his legs. His head slowly moves up to look at me. “I have done something thinking in private.” I innocently say. I move my hands up to unbutton my blouse.  “And I think we have spent enough time apart and I can’t bear it any longer,” Rafe grabs onto my hips and I straddle him.

“I’ve been thinking the same damn thing.” He didn’t waste any time pulling down the string strap of my tank top down and griping the flesh of my breast. “You know how hard it has been to be near you and not have you the past 16 months?” I groan as he pulls forward and takes a mouth full of my breast.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you- oh fuck” I groan. My hips moving is rhythm, grinding down on him. “If you choose-” I let another groan but this time it was of frustration.

“Did you?” As he said that he gripped the front of my top and pulled it down with force. I shake my head rapidly. “Good. Because you feel the same thing I feel.” His big hands grip the side of my face pulling me closer. “We only and will ever just need each other.” It was like following a light. “Right?” He grins slowly nodding and I was in a trance as I began to nod too. He smashes his lips on mine and eager I take a fist pull of his shirt. Our mouths danced together and spoke about how much they have missed each other.

“Rafe” I moaned. I continued to grind my hips against him, I could feel him growing bigger. His tongue slipped in, and he began to explore.

“Tell me you missed me?” He said pulling apart but only to flip us around, so he was now on top of me. His finger urgently removed the hair that had fallen on my face.

“I’ve missed you so much Rafe.” I take my time to touch his face. My fingers outlining his lips, “I’ve missed your lips,” I move up his eyes. “How I missed seeing your eyes so close,” My finger slowly moved down his face and down his chest. “I missed how you feel when you hold me,” A small groan escapes his lips when my hand slips past his waistline and into his boxers. “When you’re in me?” I tease.

“Baby we got less than 20 minutes before she wakes up,” Rafe closes his eyes. He lets his head fall in the crook of my neck.

“Lost your talent of making me cum in less than 5 minutes?” His head rises and I give him a challenging look.

“That's not something you can just unlearn,” I bit my lip holding back a smile. “I just want this to be special,” Too much talking. I wrap my fingers around his cock and slowly with pressure start stroking him.

“Rafe we will have other occasions to take our time but right now I need you to fuck me, okay?” I see him nod eagerly. He moves to take my hand away and he sits up.

  “I will not agree to 5 minutes,” he said in a stern voice as he took his pants off. “I will use those 20 minutes wisely.” He moves on to remove my pants and my panties along with them. I watch him move his hand down and begin stroking his cock. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my mouth around him. Feel as his length and width stretched my mouth. Circle my tongue around his red leaking tip and suck everything he had in him.

“Baby,” I whine. I spread my legs and lifted my hips a little, unable to control myself. I needed him “Please?” Having him look down on me as I shamefully scoot slowly closer to him, begging for him, it almost causes tears to fill my eyes.

“Fuck, my love, let me enjoy this view a little longer.” I throw my head back feeling his hand move to feel my clit. I moan loving how his long finger glides through it.

“Rafe?!” I let out a cry for the loss of his fingers. I look up and see a grin on his face as he uses my juices to lube his cock some more. “Please fuck me or I swear to god I wi-”

“You will what?!” I stay quiet feeling him slowly lower his whole body over me. One hand holding him up, so he doesn’t crush me as the other one is moving his tip along my clit. “You won’t do nothing, I will remind you how cock drunk I made you that you couldn’t even remember how to breathe,” I was going to let a certain F work slip out until I felt my walls split open. His cock slowly and dreadfully moved it until he could no longer. “Feel that?” I flinched when he pressed his palm on my lower stomach. I let out a moan as he begins to slip out, my walls tightening around him. “Feels so fucking good,” He groans as falls into a steady rhythm. Slowly moving faster and faster.

“Rafe!” I moaned but his hand quickly moved to quiet me. One hand on my mouth while the other pushes my hip down to meet his.

“Shhh.” He whispers in my ear before moving down towards my chest and circling my nipple. He bites it and pulls it with his teeth creating and even more immense pleasure over my body. He lets go but continues his attack on the other. His thrust hitting my pelvis made my eyes roll to the back of my head. My groans and moans silence by his hand. “Fuck,” He grunts. “So desperate to have my cock in you that you allowed me to go in raw-” Shit his words alone could make me cum. “Didn’t even think of the possibility of having another baby be created right here? right now? huh” My eyes widened at the realization. “It's too late for that now. I’m too addicted to this pussy and how well it is tightening around me to put on a fucking condom” I grip him hand and try to push it down. He moves upwards to be on my eyes level, and he continues to fuck into me with ease. He shakes his head ignoring my plea to remove his hand. “Don’t you want another piece of me and you?” He taunts lovingly. “We are doing great with the first one. Why not add another to our family?” He sees my eyes contemplating it. His hip starts making long but harsher strides. I could feel our juices spilling out of me. “What do you say?” My mouth was dry. His tip was hitting just the perfect spot making my mind become a haze.

“I-” I was unable to let out a word. I felt the coil in my stomach tighten. My legs lock arm his waist pulling him closer.

“Tell me you want to make me a daddy again.” I threw my head back knowing it was a decision to be made in the right mind but as I nod, they only thing my mind had in it was how good he was fucking me right now. “Tell me” He grips my chin making me face him.

“I want to have your baby, please” He smiles in victory. Pulls us closer to meet his lips, not letting go as we moan into each other's mouths. My nails digging into his back as mine arches to take everything he was willing to give. We cum as we held each other close.

“Fuck-me,” He groans falling to his side and taking me with him. My head falls into his chest as we both try to regain our breaths.

“Again?” I whisper with a laugh.

“Honey you just have to say the word,” I look up, finding him already staring down at me.

“Our daughter will be up soon so no” I push him away playfully and move to stand but of course Rafe wouldn’t allow that.

“Let her tell us when she is awake,” I fall back into his arms. One of his hands removed tracing my face. “Can give us time to really talk about this.” I groaned a bit but understood it needed to be done. I met his eyes, and I began to talk.

“I am really grateful you were so patient with me. I know it wasn’t easy, but I needed this time.” He nods as he continues to listen. “My feelings for you never changed but I needed to do what was right for her. I needed to know you were in it for the long run and eventually when I saw that I was worried bringing us back would ruin that.” We ran so well as co-parents. “But seeing my family today and you taking it so calmly I understood that no matter what happens between us we are always going to do what's best for her.”

“And her” I furrowed my brows in confusion until he slid his hand over my stomach.

“Stop,” I laughed, pushing his hand off. As our laughs quiet I look towards him again. “So, if you will still take me, I want to continue, us” I couldn’t tell you how my breath was stuck in the middle of my throat until a smile started to appear on his face.

“Of course, I would want nothing more than to have you. You and our daughter are all I need.” He grabs my face and pulls us closer but doesn’t connect our lips just yet. “And our other future daughter” I roll my eyes, letting him have that one.  His kiss is sweet and slow. Two souls who were separated for too long. I enjoyed the warmth of his lips until we heard something hit the floor.

“What the hell?!” Rafe moved faster than me as he put on his boxer and rushed out the door. I followed him when I threw on his shirt, only to find him picking up a broom. “Must have slipped down the wall.” He shrugs, placing the broom against the wall again, men. I shake my head and turn to check where our daughter was sleeping.

“She's awake?” I felt Rafe's presence behind me as he looked over my head.

“Yep.” He simply said as he walked right by me. I walk closer to see her with her Paci and her looking up at the projected animal in the ceiling.

“She always cries when she wakes up” We both lean and see how peaceful she was in her crib.

“She knew daddy desperately needed time with mommy” he said in a baby voice which made me hit his arm. He laughs walking towards the bathroom. I hear the water running and when he comes back, he picks her up. “Want something to eat?” I nod.

“Pick out something while I take a shower.” I wave goodbye to my girl but of course she is too busy staring at her father.

“Take out? Same as usual?” He says as we both walk out the room.

“Same as always.” He smiles rushing downstairs. He was my always now. When I enter his room, I grab a new shirt and one of his boxers. As I turn on the water I hear my phone ping,

“Grandmother couldn’t keep it shut and had to brag she met her great granddaughter.” Fuck. As I go to respond another text comes through. “We will be there at 10” Double fuck.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Здравствуйте, могу ли я спросить Джияна из Wuthering Waves с читателем, который поцеловал Джияна в щеку, не предупредив его о помаде на ее губах, из-за чего он весь день ходил со следом губ около своей чешуи, что очень смутило солдат.

Translated (through google so inform me of mistranslations) Hello, can I ask Jiyan from Wuthering Waves with a reader who kissed Jiyan on the cheek without warning him about the lipstick on her lips, which is why he walked all day with a trace of his lips near his scales, which embarrassed the soldier very much.

Jiyan didn’t think much when you kissed his cheek, it had become a tradition of yours to kiss the area near his scales before letting him leave the house in general, and it was a tradition that Jiyan would gladly participate if it meant seeing you happy.

‘Be safe and don’t come back hurt.’ You’d tell him as you pressed a kiss to his scales, pulling away to show your concerned eyes.

‘I’ll try my best my beloved.’ Jiyan replied, kissing your forehead in an act of comfort as his hands soothingly rubbed up and down your arms.

‘And your best is more than enough.’ You said softly as you waved him goodbye and just as the door shuts, you were quick to realise the imprint of your lips on his blue scales on his cheek, but it was far too late to say anything to Jiyan about it and so you were to leave it up to fate to decide whether he should be aware of this little…predicament of his.

And it didn’t take long for fate to make its decision as soon as the soldiers under Jiyan’s command had noticed the kiss mark upon his cheek, a kiss mark that their general failed to be aware of its existence to their knowledge. It was odd and little out of place upon their general, and caused several to do double takes to make sure they were seeing things correctly, but it was a sweet gesture to know that there was someone taking care of their general and blessing him with affection and love.

However someone had to be brave enough and admit that they’ve seen it for the sake of their general.

‘Sir.’ A soldier spoke up after being pushed towards the general by his fellow comrades.

‘Yes.’ Jiyan replied shortly, looking over at the solider, expecting something serious has come up from the front lines. ‘Anything I can help with soldier?’

‘Are you aware there is a kiss mark upon your cheek?’ The soldier spat out as fast as he could, making everyone stop what they were doing to look to see the aforementioned kiss mark that was glaringly obvious, so obvious that even the huddles of soldiers that were standing the furtherest away form the general. Jiyan stiffened and narrowed his gaze at the poor soldier. ‘Excuse me? A kiss mark on my cheek? This ain’t the times to play jokes soldier there-‘

‘General…’ another soldier said as they held up a reflective surface to him and Jiyan caught a glimpse of his reflection, his eyes quick to hone in on the glaring ruby red kiss mark clash against his blue scales as he sighed. This was…not the day he had planned to have at all, but fate was a mysterious thing that was never meant to be understood, not even by the smartest and brilliant of minds.

‘Thank you solider but if you excuse me.’ And with that Jiyan walked to a lesser populated area of the facility and reached up to touch his cheek that was now burning up in embarrassment. Why didn’t you say anything? He wonders but then another thought came to mind and maybe you yourself weren’t aware of what you had done until the last minute, though still you should’ve at least said something because now who else knows about the kiss mark and let him go on his way regardless.

He didn’t feel ashamed of it, not at all as it was prove of your love and affection for him, but still someone could’ve at least made him aware anyways so he didn’t come across as a fool of sorts! Now he has to try and get rid of it while he could before the next meeting as his mind remembered all the knowing looks he got as he passed by a plethora of people, all of whom had seem the kiss mark upon his cheek and still went on with their day knowing their general had someone to come home to every day; and a very special someone indeed but he wasn’t one to brag about his beloved when in his current position for it was rather dangerous.

However that didn’t mean he’ll be having some few choice words with you about this when he gets home.

[duskvsdawn]

I don’t see much about my boy Seible so can you do a fluff post of no.7 wearing his clothes after your requests are open again?

Like cuddling after stream and him finally noticing his clothes on reader?🤭

🛐🛐🛐

≫ A/N: You know what, I'll do this now since all other requests are staring at me and I just can't bring myself to do them now. Sorry to those who are still waiting T_T also sorry that this isn't really that long. I really tried to stretch it as much as I could, but man :(

Content: nothing special, just cute stuff. It is a bit suggestive here and there (especially the ending) cause Seible is a motherfucking FREAK.

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That looks better on you than it does on me!

You had come home from work incredibly tired, but sadly, your work wasn't done yet. There was still lots of paperwork that had to be done, but thank fuck, your boss was okay with you doing that at home. You had a high position at your job, so you got more privileges than your colleagues, and your boss was pretty lenient with you deciding on doing what you wanted to do when. You were typing away on your laptop while you sat at the dinner table, headphones on your head to listen to some music, while you compared some sheets to take out some mistakes and add some budgeting info.

Your boyfriend was doing his own thing upstairs. If you remembered correctly, he would be streaming today. But it was getting pretty late now, so he should be done any minute. You had walked to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee, your headphones still on your head since they were wireless. You were moving and singing along to the music while you were making said coffee, not noticing that your boyfriend had walked up behind you. He gently tapped you on the shoulder, scaring you shitless. You paused the music and took off your headphones.

"Hey, baby! I'm making some coffee, would you like some?" you asked your boyfriend with a beaming smile on your face. "Yeah, sure, I'd like some!" your boyfriend replied while he put his head on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind. And then he spotted it, his tie around your neck. "Aha! So that's where it was! I thought I was missing a tie!" your boyfriend said as one hand snaked towards the tie to lightly tug on it. A smirk appeared on your face, knowing full well your boyfriend loved it when you stole some of his clothes.

You had finished making the coffee for both of you, and you took it to the dinner table with you. You told your boyfriend you still had some work to do, but he didn't mind. The promoter sat in the seat you were previously sitting in and patted his lap. You shrugged and sat down, knowing full well that his hands would be all over you as you tried your best to finish your work. As you tried to finish your paperwork, Seible's hands were indeed all over you while he hungrily kissed your neck every now and then.

"Damn, that tie looks so good on you... It looks better on you than it does on me! Then again, you know I love it when you're wearing a full suit. Makes you look so sexy and powerful..." Seible said as he lightly tugged on the tie once more, moving your head to the side so he had more access to your neck to leave some more needy kisses there. "Mmm, babe, I am trying to work here. The more you keep teasing me, the longer it will take for me to finish. Which means, the longer it will take until you can drag me to bed," you said with a chuckle as your typing became more furious and frustrated because gosh, you really just wanted to go to bed already and tease him some more.

"Fine, fine... Go finish your work, then. When do you think you'll be done? Do you want me to start running a bath for us?" the promoter asked as he kissed your shoulder blade. "If you can leave me alone for long enough, it shouldn't take too long. About an hour or so? I will let you know when I'm almost done, okay?" you said with a smile as you looked over your shoulder. "Sure thing. I'll grab you a snack real quick. Knowing you, you haven't properly eaten all day again. I can hear your stomach growling," your boyfriend said as he rubbed gentle circles on your tummy. "I would love that," you said as you got up so your boyfriend could stand up.

So, Seible went on the hunt. He looked in the kitchen for something tasty for you to eat, and he found some of those desserts from your local supermarket that you really loved. He brought you one of each of your favourites, straciatella with caramel and vanilla cookie, and a spoon, of course. You thanked your boyfriend and started wolfing them down while you had put on some music once again. While you were eating, you went over all that you had typed so far. It was looking pretty good for now. You decided you would only do a little bit more work and finish the rest tomorrow. You just really wanted some quality time with your boyfriend for the rest of the night.

"Babe? Would you be okay with running that bath now? I'm only doing a little bit extra, and I'll finish the rest tomorrow," you said as you took off the headphones so you could hear his answer. "Sure, no problem! I'll wait for you in the bath," your boyfriend replied as he blew you a kiss, then headed up the stairs to make an extra hot bath for you with all your favourite oils and bath gels nearby. You shook your head and thought about how lucky you were to have your boyfriend in your life. He could be such a sweetheart. But once the two of you would end up in the bedroom, or anywhere, really, he turned into a total freak. Especially if you'd been wearing his clothes that day. So, yes, you had been wearing his tie on purpose for that very reason.

You finished your work for now, shut off your laptop and cracked your knuckles while doing a super satisfying stretch. You went up the stairs to join your boyfriend in the bath. You undressed and got in the bath with him. Gosh, he wasn't sure what he loved more. Seeing you naked, or seeing you wearing his clothes. He tried his best to hide his lustful intentions for now; he just wanted to wash you so you could relax. It had been a long day for you, after all. He plopped a beautiful blue galaxy bath bomb into the water and started lathering up his hands to wash your hair. You relaxed while you sat between his legs, just enjoying his gentle touches, letting him completely spoil you.

After your boyfriend had thoroughly cleaned you and also himself, you just leaned back against him for a bit, feeling his heartbeat against your back. You wondered why his heart was beating so fast, but then again, you had instantly noticed his "little problem" (which was anything but "little") down there the second you sat down. After both of you had rinsed off and dried off, the two of you headed towards bed.

Your boyfriend had a special surprise up his sleeves. He walked over to the cabinet with ties, socks and underwear, and took one of his ties out of it. He walked over to the bed and asked you to put your hands above your head. He tied your hands to the bed with a smirk on his face. "I know you decided to wear that tie on purpose. Now you're wearing another one. Be prepared for a whole night of fucking." Seible said as he leaned forward to leave some heated kisses on your lips. It was going to be a long night, all right. But your boyfriend didn't want to make it too long and intense, since you were tired after all, and you needed your beauty nap. He was going to put in all the work for you. "I'll take care of you, baby. I'm going to take care of you real good. Just lie there and be pretty, princess."

[cheshireliam]

"Once More, An Evil From Which You Can't Return" 2nd Anniversary Story Event

Prologue

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I wandered through the quiet, deep darkness, searching for someone. 

Just as I was growing tired of walking… a shadow flashed by in a corner of my eye. 

Kate: Wait,—!

I called out someone’s name and reached my hand towards the shadow, but… 

The moment I managed to grab it, the shadow disintegrated like dust and vanished. 

…

Kate: …!

I jolted upright in bed, drenched in perspiration. 

(I feel like I just had an awful sad dream…)

(Like I lost something precious…)

My head was throbbing with a dull pain, the worst way to wake up. 

(Is it… evening right now? Why am I in bed at this hour?) 

As I tilted my head, puzzled, I heard a knock at my door. 

Kate: Come in. 

The moment I responded, all the members of Crown came streaming in. 

Liam: Kate! Thank goodness… you’re awake. 

Kate: Ah… yes, it seems I took a nap.

Harrison: A nap…? Don’t you remember? 

Ellis: You were found unconscious at the bottom of a flight of stairs. 

Kate: Huh…? 

Roger: Your breathing and pulse were normal. We decided to let you rest in your room and continue monitoring your condition… 

Kate: I-I see. I’m sorry… but I don't recall collapsing at all. 

Roger: … Looks like your memory is kind of cloudy. Can you answer a few questions? 

Kate: Yes, please ask away! 

Roger proceeded to ask me questions like what was today’s date, the missions I recently accompanied Crown in, and what I ate for lunch yesterday. 

I answered everything correctly, or at least I thought I did. But the more I answered, the more serious the expressions of the members surrounding me grew. 

Kate: Um… did I say something strange? 

Roger: It seems that you’re experiencing a condition called Retrograde Amnesia — in layman terms, memory loss.

Kate: Memory loss…? 

Elbert: You said you joined Crown a week ago and met Vogel for the first time yesterday , but…

Elbert: … It has been several days since your first meeting with Vogel. 

Alfons: It’s as though Miss Kate has been rewound back to the time when she had just met us. 

Kate: W-what… 

Jude: … Pain in the ass. Her memory’s gonna stay like this forever? 

Roger: There’s still a lot we don’t know about human memories. 

Roger: There’s a possibility she can recall some things if triggered by the right events, but… I can’t say for sure. 

Roger: In any case… it's best not to dwell on it too much for now and focus on resting.

Kate: … Got it. 

(... I wonder what kind of relationships I had with the members of Crown before.)

(They’re all gathered here and worrying about me, so we must’ve had a good bond…) 

I unconsciously bit my lip, feeling guilty and anxious for being the only one who couldn't remember a thing. 

Victor: — Kate. 

Victor: You may have lost your memories, but we all still remember what you’ve given us. 

Victor: Therefore… the bond we have will never disappear. 

William: … Victor’s right.

William: If something’s lost, we can simply weave it back together. Am I right?

Kate: Yes… thank you.

…

After discussing some matters with Victor, we decided that I wouldn't participate in missions for the time being and focus entirely on recovery. 

News of me losing parts of my memory was shared with the three members of Vogel and a few of the servants at Crown’s castle.

Chloe: “Please don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything.”

Marie: “We were very close before, so don’t hold back!” 

The two maids, after attending to me, cheerfully conveyed their words in sign language. 

Kate: “Thank you. It makes me happy to hear that.” 

Even though I had lost part of my memories… my body still remembered how to communicate in sign language. 

The two maids beamed with joy when I responded with slightly hesitant sign language. 

Chloe: “I’m glad you didn't lose all your memories!” 

Marie: “Please keep chatting with us from now on.”

Kate: “Of course!” 

Chloe: “Speaking of chatting—”

Marie: “Miss Kate, have you talked to your boyfriend yet?” 

Kate: … Boyfriend? 

The unexpected question caught me so off guard that I momentarily forgot how to sign, and simply stared at them in shock. 

Chloe: “You know, that guy you’re always so happy to talk to!”

Marie: “Wait, Chloe. Judging from her reaction… doesn't this mean she hasn't spoken to him?”

Chloe: “Really…!? I’m so sorry, Miss Kate! Forget I said anything about it!” 

The two tried their best to brush off the topic afterwards and lighten the mood. 

However, the word “boyfriend” remained lingering in my mind. 

… 

That night — I was overwhelmed by a crashing wave of uncertainty the moment I got into bed. 

Looking around my room, I saw books and clothing I didn't recall ever buying. It acted as an unpleasant reminder of the memories I had lost.

(And on top of everything else… I actually have a boyfriend? Is that true?) 

(Will I… remember it all someday? All my memories from before, and of my lover…) 

[reidologys]

BUSY WOMAN • S.REID

maybe for you, though, i could accommodate..

summary: spencer reid's sweet girlfriend is truly the busiest woman he's ever met. and now he has to get on a metaphorical waiting list. paring: spencer reid x fem! reader cw: established relationship, boyband! reid, sweetheart! reader, garcia might be your biggest fan, reader curls her hair and wears makeup, she/her is not used however wc: 0.8k

SPENCER WAS ASTONISHED. he had never seen someone get up so early after staying up so late.

but every day you proved him wrong. those heatless curlers you swore by took hours to put in every night. and being spencer, he had suggested on multiple occasions that you just start the process earlier so you could have more hours of sleep.

but that was silly. you knew your routine. you had a schedule.

a very busy one at that.

spencer remembered the day the two of you started dating very vividly. even if he didn't have that sweet eidetic memory of his, he'd still remember.

you'd had those curlers in your hair the night before that specific date. and then you showed up, lipstick slightly smudged from the lid of your coffee cup.

you'd just looked so mature. so collected. so sensible. spencer knew he had to ask you out that date. except when you got hit with rejection. but he'd come to find that out only moments later.

he'd been thinking of the words to say while the two of you walked all over the town. it wasn't until a stray tabby cat began to rub in between your legs that his train of thought was completely lost.

obviously, you were excited. bending down to pet that sweet ball of fur with a smile on your face had to be the most precious thing spencer had ever seen.

until the cat hissed at you before running off. you had a displeased look on your face while you got off of your knees. "i didn't want your little bitch ass anyways!" you'd shouted after the cat.

spencer wasn't quite sure he heard you correctly. "what'd you say?" he asked you. and with a pout, you kept walking beside him. "to turn me down? well.. that's just.. so unethical!" your bottom lip was poked out, somehow fixing the lipstick smear.

he sputtered, stopping in his tracks. "be my girlfriend. please." sure it wasn't the most romantic way to get asked out. in fact it was straightforward and awkward.

but that's spencer. he's always been awkward. maybe not straightforward though..

and who were you to turn down such a pretty face? if he wanted your kisses, you swore you'd be his perfect mrs until the day one of you died.

but that was almost a year ago. and you had become quite busy. your openings were super tight. you had to make plans with people months in advance.

spencer had been begging and pleading with you to go see a foreign film with him. it was six hours long and his intention was to translate it for you. and while that sounded fun, you already had plans.

"spence.. i really can't tonight." you'd informed, shaving your legs while perched on top of the bathroom sink. the bubble gum pink razor cleared that warm scented shaving cream that was two dollars more than the normal scentless. but you insisted it was better.

his eyebrows knit together while he leaned against the counter, watching admiring you. his arms folded over his chest while one of his eyebrows raised. "what plans do you have tonight?" he was sure your schedule was completely clear.

there was just so much to shave and you still had to reapply your lipstick. you paused your ministrations to your legs, suddenly looking guilty.

"i don't wanna tell you.." you mumbled under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. tonight was the bau's weekends off. no chasing after unsubs or working on cold cases. and you weren't spending it with him.

spencer made a face of pure displeasure at the sound of that. he watched you finish your last leg, rinsing your razor off in the sink. he helped you down, holding onto your hand even after so you couldn't go anywhere.

before he could ask you what you were doing, the doorbell rang. you fumbled trying to get your shoes on. but they weren't your normal heels. why were you wearing sneakers? spencer should've been able to figure it out. he was a profiler after all.

you ran to the door, letting garcia in to see spencer. he looked at the two of you, lips slightly parted and eyebrows furrowed together while he tried to figure out what was happening.

"i'm flexible next weekend so just tell me what you like." you told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. the lipstick you had reapplied transferred over.

he looked at you, still trying to figure out where you and garcia were going.

realizing he still hadn't figured it out, you smiled. "tantric yoga!" a proud smile was pulling the corners of your mouth.

that was why you couldn't spend time with your lovely boyfriend. "baby.." he groaned. garcia, however, was not having it. the two of you were already running late.

"namaste!" garcia shouted before shoving you out the door and starting the small walk to the yoga studio down the road.

"you, my favorite girl in the world, look amazing, by the way." garcia smiled at you, holding the studio's door open.

spencer would forgive you for hanging out with his coworker instead of him. it'd just take a weeks worth of schedule clearing for him to stop milking it.

[randomkatefangirl]

Just small domestic Malec fluff because I wanted. After City of Heavenly Fire, Alec starts to slowly move back in Magnus' loft.

I wrote it in Czech previously, but translated it. About 900 words.

   In his Brooklyn loft, Magnus was staring at a toothbrush that did not belong to him. How had that happened? When did Alec bring it here? Are they back on track now? He studied it for a moment, then a gentle smile spread across his face. It was quite a pleasant discovery. When he turned to the other side, he saw his only towel. Alec departed early this morning for the Institute, yet his belongings remained.

                Everything had happened so fast since their first date. So many things had been in the way, solving the immortality issue, and most of all, Magnus could not fully commit to Alec and confide in him about the events that had transformed him into the person he was now. But these issues were gone.

Now that Alec was acting head of the Institute, just until things calmed down a bit after the events with Sebastian, it seemed like he suddenly had more and more things to bring with him back.

                Sure, Magnus often rearranged the loft to suit his mood. Sometimes he had glittering decorations that were grand and dazzling. Other times, he had ornate Victorian furniture, all very stylish, of course, because Magnus Bane could be no different. No one ever knew what they would see once they entered his loft. But since Alec was here, he had not moved things around so much. He did not feel that boredom, that need to be constantly moving, never to freeze in a place. That fear that if he stopped, he would grow old in his thinking, and the world around him would feel grey. But not anymore, Alec was his anchor in time, and he could afford a little stability.

                It crossed his mind to check what Alec had already brought. As soon as Magnus finished a shower, he went straight to the bedroom in a soft satin bathrobe. There was a half-open drawer, so he went to it. When he looked inside, there were several worn-out sweaters, long since faded, but neatly folded and some other things. The drawer was full.

             Alec owned the entire drawer now. He might not have had many clothes, but Magnus felt like he had to move everything he had in there. At least he remembered that his room at the Institute was not very full. As if Alec had been a proper soldier, not a young man of almost nineteen. Magnus found that rather sad, and he decided he had to fix it.

                So, when Alec returned in the afternoon, he immediately came to greet him and kiss him. Alec looked like he had probably not only run up the stairs, but maybe even rushed the whole way because he was having a little trouble catching his breath.

                "Welcome home," Magnus chirped as Alec entered the door, and Alec froze a little.

                "Home...?" He watched Magnus for a moment, as if he was not sure he had heard correctly.

                "Oh sure, you have moved most of your stuff here already. Or are you trying to tell me your wardrobe is bigger than mine?"

                Alec shook his head. He looked around a little nervously, but it lit his eyes with excitement. Then Magnus leaned in a little and kissed him on the lips.

                "I'll take that kind of welcome," Alec muttered, pulling Magnus closer to prolong and deepen the kiss.

                But after a while, Magnus broke away, much to Alec's displeasure.

                "Well, that's not all! We'll have to go shopping. You're missing a lot of things, maybe you need a mug just for you, you can choose different sheets, and how about a new sweater? You know I don't mind, but you could have a few that aren't that torn."

Magnus needed to make Alec feel at home.

                Alec looked at Magnus for a moment, looking as if he was thinking hard about something, as usual. Then he just shrugged and nodded.

                And so, they were in for a wild shopping spree. Magnus knew that Alec did not like when he was magically stealing things, which was why he had once bought a coffee maker, just for him. Now he was running around the home goods store frantically, putting things in his shopping basket. A mug, a towel, plates, then he stopped at the sheets and winked at his boyfriend flirtatiously.

                "Hmmm… look at this blue one, you'd look great sprawled on this," Magnus said almost dreamily, and Alec smiled sheepishly. He was definitely not shy anymore, not when they were alone or among friends, but when they were among strangers, he was still a little uneasy.

                But then Magnus started running around again, and Alec walked towards him with firm steps.

                "Magnus! Magnus! Wait!"

                Magnus stopped and looked at Alec in confusion.

                "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

                But Alec shook his head and looked into his eyes with concern.

                "Why are you doing this? What's going on?"

                Magnus looked away, studying a spot on the ground that suddenly interested him deeply.

                "Well… I wanted you to feel at home, you know? After all, when your mother returns to her post, you won't be the head of the Institute anymore, and you can be with me almost all the time, okay?"

                Alec sighed deeply and gently took his arm.

                "But I don't need things. Things are not a home. You’re my home; I don't need anything else."

                Magnus' breath caught. He stared at him for a moment, then a smile started to spread on his face.

                "Alec, my Alec, you never cease to amaze me," he told him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I never realised that, so… shall we go home?"

                "Yes, we're going home."

[marina41trench]

Izumi Iori - WD Heart-pounding SP [RabbiChat]

Phone Call: Link (x.com, Translated by @/i7nighttemp)

Izumi Mitsuki: Iori, great work! 😄

How’s breakfast? I tried a different seasoning for the rolled omelette!

Izumi Mitsuki: I’ll name it “Japanese-style rolled omelette ~Mitsuki Special~”! 🌟

Izumi Iori: Nii-san, thank you for your hard work.

Thank you for making a delicious breakfast despite having work in the morning.

Izumi Iori: Thanks to the salted kelp and perilla, I really liked the flavor of your special omelette [1]

I have taken a picture of it carefully

Izumi Mitsuki: Don’t sweat it! I wanted to make it because I woke up early 👍

Thanks for taking a pic!

Izumi Iori: They’ll start eating immediately after saying “Looks delicious!”, so I took matters into my own hands and captured it.

Izumi Iori:

Izumi Mitsuki:

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh yeah, are you free on your day off? White Day is coming soon and I’m thinking of going back home

Izumi Iori: For assistance, I presume.

I was about to ask you the same thing as well

Izumi Iori: Our mom appears to be really busy when I called her yesterday…

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh, I knew it!

We had the same thought 😄

I’ll let our mom know that we’ll come home to help!

Izumi Mitsuki: It’s already a big help even if we only set up displays and packing

Izumi Iori: Would you like to buy ingredients with me for dinner later?

I’m sure they wouldn’t be able to finish everything including chores at home

Izumi Iori: I want to make a lot of food that our parents like

Izumi Mitsuki:

Izumi Mitsuki: Sounds great!! Let’s do it!!

Izumi Mitsuki: It’s been a while since we stood together in the kitchen at home~!

Looking forward to it! 😄✨

Izumi Iori: I agree. I wonder if the easy-to-use soup spoon you said back then is still there

Izumi Iori: Ah, wait

Izumi Mitsuki: What is it?

Izumi Iori: My day off will overlap with the broadcast of the White Day project

Izumi Mitsuki: Ahh, I see!

It’s likely they kept video recording of the programs we appear, so we might watch it when we go there lol

Izumi Iori: That’s

Izumi Iori: I want to avoid it as much as possible

Izumi Mitsuki: lololol

Izumi Mitsuki: Well, it does feel uncomfortable to watch with them considering the content lol

Izumi Iori: I don’t know what kind of expression we should have while watching our acting when the theme is “heart-pounding”...

Izumi Mitsuki: Hmm, you’re right

Izumi Mitsuki: Like, expressionless? 😐

Izumi Iori: Setting myself aside, I’d be worried for you

Izumi Mitsuki: How about a big smile! 😆

Izumi Iori: I'm the one who's worried instead…

Izumi Mitsuki: I just imagined the sequence lolol

Izumi Mitsuki: Nevertheless, they’ll praise us no matter the content with their son tinted glasses on! They’ll definitely say, ”They’re so cool! Our sons are the best!”

Izumi Iori: That’s a possibility…

Izumi Iori: I’ll strengthen my resolve. I’ll watch the video where we say “heart-pounding” lines during the date while we gather at the dining table in its entirety.

Izumi Mitsuki: If I get told those kind of lines I’d feel really embarrassed

Izumi Mitsuki: I don’t think I could watch it while we sit and eat on the dining table where I studied with dad or make sweets with mom when I was a kid! lolol

Izumi Iori: I feel you, Nii-san.

Izumi Iori: If it comes to that, we’ll casually take control of the remote

Izumi Mitsuki: Taking control of the remote…!!

Izumi Iori: It’s very simple. I’ll bring the remote closer to our side before they show interest in the program.

Izumi Iori: I don’t think they’ll force us to change the channel if there’s a program we want to watch…

Izumi Iori: Also, I think we should redirect mom’s attention to the drama she’s into recently.

Izumi Mitsuki: Sounds like a great plan, Iori…!! 👍

If I remember correctly, a chocolatier will appear in the drama [2]

Time to do some prep work!

Izumi Iori: I’ll prepare as well.

I’m sure our dad will take the bait if I ask him which cake will appear

Izumi Iori: With this, we can assist them with confidence!

Izumi Mitsuki: I want to see how mom and dad will react when they get to the part where you get embarrassed when you share the umbrella 😍♥️

You were really cute there!!

Izumi Iori: Eh

Izumi Iori: I wasn’t cute…!

Izumi Mitsuki: You were! In addition to that, it was a great scene!

Izumi Mitsuki: Riku said, “Iori sure gets embarrassed when he shares an umbrella with someone” He was deeply moved!

Izumi Iori: That person forgets that it’s scripted

Izumi Iori: However, please tell me which scene you find favorable.

Izumi Mitsuki: Man, I suddenly feel nostalgic

Izumi Mitsuki: You had a scene where you were kinda nervous in front of the shoe lockers, right?

Izumi Mitsuki: Then, I remember you handed me an umbrella at the shoe lockers when I was in elementary

Izumi Iori: You still remember it even it was so long ago

Izumi Iori: I feel uneasy going to a place with a lot of upperclassmen, so I prayed that you come soon while I wait

Izumi Mitsuki: Yeah! Then when you saw me, your face got really bright and rushed to me!

It was so cute~! 😍

Izumi Mitsuki: I had half a mind to go to the staff room to show you off while I shouted, “This is how cute my little brother is!” lolol

Izumi Mitsuki:

Izumi Iori: Not the staff room, please

Izumi Iori:

Izumi Mitsuki: Well, this time I’ll enjoy the program through the video recording 😆👍

Izumi Mitsuki: I’ll contact mom, so please treat me well!

Izumi Iori: Understood. Please treat me well, Nii-san.

-

Translator Notes:

[1] - Salted kelp, or Shio Kombu (しおこんぶ、塩昆布) in Japanese, is a food product consisting of kombu kelp seasoned with soy sauce and salt. You can use it as an umami booster, and it is a great way to incorporate seaweed into your diet. (Source: justonecookbook.com)

Perilla, or Shiso (which could be green or red), is a member of the mint family. With its large, jagged leaves, bright color, and refreshing flavor, it can be eaten fresh, pickled, or deep-fried, and it frequently makes appearances in sushi dishes and sashimi plates. While the green leaves are suited for eating, the red leaves are used in pickling. (Source: justonecookbook.com)

Shiso (しそ、紫蘇) has another word called Ooba (おおば、大葉) which Iori used.

[2] - A chocolatier is a person or company who makes confectioneries from chocolate.

[sillyyuserr]

Chapter 117 analysis (WE’RE SO BACK) obviously spoilers for chapter 117 and chapter 114

i cooked with this one trust

Everyones looking for them yadayadayada terukane

Yk im pretty sure this is meant to be lore heavy but LOOK AT THEM

I don’t know how to word this correctly but since chapter 115/116 between akane and teru there seems to have been something that happened in which they stopped being freaky?? 😭 like ykwim hold on

in chapter 114 this happened

completely ruined almost everything they had, but in the span of a few days, shit still going on, they havent had their deserved break yet like they got on chapter 96-97 and somehow in the midst of all this teru’s forgiven(?) him and just moved on?? Really not sure but based on what we know ab the red house the next chapter may answer some of our questions

Also, this is so little i didn’t see it the first time reading but teru goes to the drink machine thing to get one and mixes like 4 of the sodas,

takes one sip decides its shit and switches with akane’s already half drunken out of tea. Indirect kiss guys wait

Also this is JUST like the date they all went on when aoi was gone. Again, aoi is gone here too 😭 my girl getting left out of everything is acc crazy

She comes in later tho and finally gets caught up for the first time in forever MAN aidairo must hate her😭

But also

We find out mitsuba and kou are going there TOO so for the first time i think ever we have the whole gang in one spot 🤥 alot of firsts this chapter smh

ALSO an honorable mention to this i saved best for last

Sir stay away from my children

ok but fr i have no fucking clue what to say ab this cus this is either ‘teehee im right ur wrong!!~~♡’ type shit which he does alot, or genuinely like what we all think it is, which considering outside context may, in fact make it make sense trust let me explain

teru says shit like this ALL THE TIME its kind of his ACTUAL personality aside from his fake shit, like the way he is only around akane and sometimes kou (at least what we’re shown) so you’d think he’s used to this, but his initial reaction is more of a ‘um. what.’

ALSO— backround MATTERS, the backround in this one, is pure black, which is only shown during stuff LIKE THIS (important stuff) example:

Black background either means its dark, or its something important, something meant to be remembered, or something like that (probably)

and that panel had a BLACK BACKROUND

Why is this important you may be asking, it has a black backround— so it must be, right? If this was a silly little ‘teehee you can’t do this im better than youuu!!!~~♡’ then it probably wouldnt even have a half panel it’d be another one of the mini panels, but it not only had a whole panel for just this, a black background ;blocking LITERALLY EVERYTHING OUT ASIDE FROM THIS AND WHAT HE’S SAID, but also, pay attention the contents of what he said.

(a different translation, this one is easier to read)

‘you are not in any position to oppose me, are you, aoi? ♡’ could mean, A LOT OF THINGS so i’ll put them in a bulletin here because any of them make for an interesting path we may be taking on ‘this’ reality😭😓

Number 1: he could be impliying, and or reminding akane, that he’s still engaged to aoi, and that if akane still thinks they shouldnt change this reality, he should reconsider, CONSIDERING he is engaged to aoi, as aforementioned. (Most likely this one)

Number 2: the power dynamic, yes akane is a school mystery with the ability to control time itself but also, teru is an exorcist, a skilled one at that— and could probably easily overpower akane in a 1v1 (lowk hyped to see this happen pls let them fight) teru may be poking fun, or reminding akane, that teru is in fact powerful, more than he seems to keep fresh on his mind — them having SO MUCH to do

Number 3: maybe instead he just felt like teasing akane and i wasted time+space for nothing and was looking way too into it (this is supposed to be the terukane option😪)

Never once has he used this before??? Obviously you cant talk in symbols but the heart kind of implies the user of this symbol is talking in a playful/slightly flirtatious tone, hence, the reaction:

Okay okay point is i think teru is still madly in love with him

WAAAHHHH just look at him pooks who else does he do this with smhh 😓 NO ONE

which i think may be PARTIALLY true but also not entirely because mayb im just a tweaker

Me when i when i ehen you whrn you when

This may make no sense at all, or alot of sense man idk its 3:12am i go back to school in like 2 weeks i am not ready for sophomore year gn

terukane will be real one day trust🤍🤍

[alicerosejensen]

Infinite darkness Leon with a calm soft reader,he found her awake looking behind the glasses in Early in the morning remember the past,so he wants to Leave these thoughts from her behind and go back to sleep(their already in fourteen, like sugar mommy and daddy;)...)

Warning: fluff, soft reader, hint of sugar daddy (Barely a hint) , the reader's traumatic past; Poor eyesight, reader wears glasses.

Note: I hope I translated the request correctly. In general, it is surprising that I write fluff and not Hurt.

Sunlight through the soft curtains penetrated in thin beams of weak light into the bedroom. It was a time when he was not touched during the vacation. With Leon's work, you can never be sure that he will not be called at any moment to be sent on another mission, but so far everything was calm Leon just rented a house by the lake for a week and took you with him to enjoy peace and quiet. He even likes this life, almost remote from the bustle of the city, in a small cozy house, when the neighbors do not make noise in the evening and he can just sit with you on the couch embracing watching some program or movie while your head lies on his chest.

He had a sweet night full of tenderness, love and wet kisses with passionate confessions of devotion. Leon left traces of his love on you when he grabbed your waist slowly and deeply moving inside you, giving pleasure, finding the perfect contrast to make you feel good with him. He whispered and promised to give you everything you deserve and you knew that he would rather die than break his promises.

His sweet beloved angel... You were sleeping and Leon was just picking through your strands for a long time and kissing your back while you were sleeping on your stomach quite a light sleep. He just knew that you two needed to leave for a while. In the end, Leon thought a change of scenery would be a good cure for unpleasant memories of the past.

However, what he didn't expect was that if he woke up too early, he wouldn't find your body next to him in bed. Usually he always hugged you tightly, this made the joint sleep quite deep, helping to relax, and it was not easy to break out of his grip. Although, it would be more correct to say that it was impossible to escape from the captivity of Leon S. Kennedy without forcing him to wake up, but somehow you managed it.

The wristwatch that was lying on the bedside table showed Leon only five in the morning. He casually threw them back looking around the room in search of you, noticing one small detail - the clothes he took off from you in the evening also disappeared somewhere. However, it is unlikely that you could have gone far.

"Sweetheart?" Leon called loudly, putting on boxers and pants to go downstairs.

Fortunately, the anxiety disappeared as soon as you appeared in his field of vision, sitting in an armchair in panties, one T-shirt and your glasses, which you wore only when you sat down to work. Leon's hands slid over your shoulders making you jump in surprise

"Oh, it's you…" you sighed with relief when you got comfortable in the armchair that you turned to the window to look at the sunrise over the lake. The view was really beautiful. "I was already hoping that I could lull the vigilance of Super Agent Kennedy"

Leon grinned, but his smile faded when he noticed that the trip didn't make you feel any better. The mood remained the same melancholic and even last night could not fix the situation in any way. He took you for a walk in the woods, watched some meaningless movie on this old TV, had great sex with you, but you were still not with him. Somewhere out there alone with myself.

Leon walked around the armchair, standing right in front of you and slowly pulled the glasses off your face. You stared at him with surprised eyes when his silhouette became slightly blurred due to poor eyesight, but before protesting, his hands grabbed your face when he bent down to kiss you with a demanding kiss not devoid of tenderness and passion.

"You'll have to train for a long time for that, sunshine." He merrily remarked, interrupting the kiss, but continuing to squeeze your cheeks in his palms, stroking them with his thumb, while his forehead was pressed against yours. "We didn't come here to get up so early."

"I know…" you gasped, pulling away from him, immediately shuddering from the cool air, from which your skin is covered with goosebumps. "I just can't forget about what happened. I keep running away from the past, and when I think it's all over, it's over… finds me again"

"I'm sorry I'm ruining your vacation," you drawled in frustration, looking at the notebook on the table with which you came here with him.

"Don't say that!" Leon objected and you are touched by him and the care and tenderness with which he treats you when he takes you by the hand and pulls you towards him, forcing you to get up from the armchair.

"Listen, it's very nice and quiet here. No one but the two of us and possibly annoying birds that sing incessantly. You're safe here with me, and believe me, I won't let anything or anyone disturb our peace. We deserve it. And when we get home, we will solve everything that worries us. I brought you here to distract you and calm down and not worry even more."

That was Leon's whole point. Your Leon. Pressing you to his chest while his hands stroke your back and his lips gently kiss your temple. This person is ready to be your saving beacon for the rest of his life, and no matter how selfish it was, but you really liked the idea that you could entrust your worries to him and he would do everything to heal your wounds. It seems that the world does not deserve this man, but he is there and he is yours. The warmth of his hands was like the embrace of a July paradise in which you settled forever and it seems only for you there was a place.

Your heart began to beat in its natural calm rhythm when Leon literally covered you with his body, burying his nose in the top of his head, kissing her.

"Come on! Let's go back to bed and continue our sleep and then… and then we'll decide along the way and we won't get ahead of ourselves even"

Leon does everything for your endless happiness, which makes it seem to you that in this house the two of you could stay together for a thousand years, no one would find you. Not his job, not your traumatic past. And let this thousand years last only a week, it will remain in your memory forever as one of their most precious memories when Leon grabs you in his arms in a wedding style to go back to bed and you cuddle up to him sweetly wrapping your bodies in a warm blanket feeling how he hugs you to him.

Because he loves and will love for a very long long time…

[luvly-writer]

XOXO 💋

Ch. 2: She is as beautiful as she is poisonous

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Tim Drake x reader

Fic + Social Media Au

Warnings: Blackmail, she’s a bitch a first, get to know her

Series: Ongoing

Author’s note: Enjoy! Feel free to leave feedback! It is always appreciated <3

Taglist: Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

Masterlist:

How difficult Christmas time must be for all of those on the Upper East Side?

"Honestly, Tini, what do you get a woman who practically owns everything? I swear I have no idea what to get my mother for Christmas!" Y/n spoke on the phone as she carried quite a few bags in her arms. Dior, Channel, Yves Saint Laurent, if it's expensive and you can name it, it's there. "And to be even more honestly, I regret going Christmas shopping the same day Bartie is doing groceries. Seriously, I should learn to coordinate with my butler better, balancing all of this is getting preeetty difficult" she complained as she rearranged her bags again. "I didn't take the limo because I wanted some fresh air, you know how I get when it gets too stuffy" she laughed as she began to search for her purse. Because of so, she wasn't able to see the tired young man walking directly towards her. "It's silly, I know but- HEY!" and down she went with all her bags.

Tim had had a rough day. Between waking up to Dick and Jason singing Baby its cold Outside highly off-key just to piss off Bruce for making them patrol on one of the coldest nights of the year without their thermal suits; his secretary forgetting to send him a copy of the agenda for today's meeting causing him to practically have to improvise most of his points; Damian appearing on his office and refusing to leave his chair trying to establish dominance for "his future empire" to which if Tim had a say, he would absolutely not get if he kept on acting like this; and finally, with Steph who insisted they went Christmas shopping today only to ditch him and leave him stranded in the middle of the street with all of their presents with the excuse of having to repaint her closet which only translates to "I'm getting your present so bye bye". He was completely exhausted and the stitches on his shoulder were getting more painful by the hour with the cold. He had decided to get some coffee at a cafe down by Wellington Street and had been too caught on his thoughts to see where he was going.

//THUD//

"Hey!"

Tim's and Y/n's bags, both shopping and personal, simultaneously fell, getting mixed up in the way. Both reached down to catch their stuff as fast as they could.

"Sorry, I was-"

" not paying attention, yes I figured. S, I'll call you later, I have a little situation here. "

Tim was taken aback by the attitude he received from this random stranger...this totally absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous stranger who just so happens to not be a stranger at all. If all of his years being lectured about the hierarchy of the Upper East Side had served correctly, he was standing in front of one of the heiress of the city, Y/n Vanderbilt and she was the most dazzling woman he had ever seen...and just as bothered as she was gorgeous.

"Yeah" he said breathlessly, "that" Could he sound any dumber.

"Yes, That. Ugh! The ONE time I get out without Bartie and this happens. How many of these are yours?" said Y/n without looking up. She hadn't recognized him yet and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Finally, their eyes met and she raised her delicate eyebrow at him and he swore his heart stopped for a second. "Have we met before?" she asked after taking a good look at him. He sure was handsome as hell. Pale skin, dark hair which was a little bit messy but it suited him, sharp suit and even sharper blue eyes who she swore she had seen before.

"Timothy, Timothy Drake Wayne" he replyed cooly.

"Hmm, a Wayne adoptee and a Drake socialite, Gotham Academy?"

"Yes, but I-"

"-Dropped out, yes. Yes, you did, I remember reading the news. Dropped out to become the CEO of Wayne Enterprises."

"Funny" he laughs out getting up after making sure that all of his stuff was there and then looking up at her. "Can't recognize me but seems to know all my business, miss Vanderbilt." he said snarkly.

"Important enough to know, yet simultaneously not enough to get to actually know" she said with a wolfish smile. Touche.

Y/n checked all her bags and smiled to herself. "Well then, mister Drake Wayne, lovely to meet you. Watch your step next time." She said as she looked at him dead in the eye. "Have a nice day, Timothy."

And she walked away, leaving him dumbfounded watching her go.

"Tim Tim Tim! You will not believe the boots i just got! They are sooooo comfortable and warm for night patrol. My toes were freezing last night....Tim? Hey, what's wrong? You have a dazed look in your eyes?

"I think I just met the love of my life...and shes kind of a bitch." said Tim, making Stephanie laugh and link her arms with his.

"Let's go hide these and you can tell me all about the supposed love of your life."

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Y/n paced around her room trying to see where she would hide her presents. Shopping had helped distract her mind from the matter that had been plaguing her mind these last few days. Most of the bags had been cleared by now and she only had three left. As she cleared her final bag, she noticed something strange. Two files. She takes them out curious to see what these are. "Can't be part of my gifts...hmm...let's see"

She opens the first one and sees it is directed to Red Robin?

"What...?" she whispered to herself. "Ivy's exploits on the newest power plant close to Gotham Central Park make a solid case worth observation. Following up on her latest attacks with the reports of Red Hood and Black Bat, we begin suspecting where her next attack will play out....holy shit" Y/n whispered in amazement. She then looked at the rest of the file. Some red yarn here and there. A mixture of scribbles and computer manuscripts. Folded papers and a lot of red ink.

Then she looked at the next folder, a meeting agenda filled with notes directed to one Tim Drake Wayne..."wait a minute.."

These are directed to the same IP address..with the same handwriting, including the signatures...

"Tim Drake Wayne is Red Robin"Y/n smirked, "I believe I found a solution to my little problem"

Y/N went to get her cellphone quick and marked her driver's number. "Donnie, get the car ready, we have a little visit to make"

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"Where is it?" Tim searched frantically throughout his apartment. In his work bag, there were two very important files. The first being the final agenda of the meeting he had today with all of the notes he took which he needed right now in order to send it back to his secretary. If she wasn't so busy making googly eyes at him, he wouldn't have to waste time on the job and focus on the case. Speaking off, Tim decided to search for that file and found that it was also missing. "Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw, if Bruce doesn't kill me, Batman will for loosing those two things. Where are those fucking THINGS?" If his apartment was a mess before, it was even worse now.

Thankfully, fate is such a humorous thing.

//kmock, knock, knock//

Close to a breakdown out of frustration, Tim walks towards the door only to be pleasantly surprised by a face that had not left his mind.

"Miss Vanderbilt, what a lovely surprise" said Tim as he opened the door, letting the young girl walk in.

"Yes, just as lovely as this apartment. Are you always this well kept?" She responded with sass. Making Tim chuckle, "No, but i made sure to decorate it like this just in case there was a posibility of a pretty Vanderbilt showing up."

"Funny, that won't last long." She said with a tight smile. "I'm here for business."

"What ever business could you have with a Wayne? Our parents are business partners, so there is not related to networking. You have much more money than all of my family combined, so it isn't that. Status won't be either, you are practically modern day royalty. So, what could it be? What..could..it..be?" he said aproaching her. He may be lacking 48 hours worth of sleep, but the detective in him was up and on high alert. You were picking the skin around your nails and your nose had this adorable twitch that could only mean nervousnes and the look in your eye was cunning with a tinge of desesperation. What could Y/n Vanderbilt want from him?

"I need you to be my fake boyfriend."

Tim had always been proud of being observant and with that, came the ability to not be surprised yet, never in his 22 years of life did he think that he'd have Y/n Vanderbilt, THE Y/n Vanderbilt, asking him to fake date her in HIS apartment.

"What's in it for me?" he asked skeptical of the situation.

"My silence, Robin Boy" she said as she got the two files he had been frantically searching for this entire time and showed them to him. "And don't try to deny it, the handwriting is the same, I had the pleasure of taking DNA samples and they match, and have seen enough videos to be well aware that you have the same body type. Oh and worry not, only i’m aware of this information. Unlike Miss Vale, I do have various PI's on speed dial, and the weight of the Vanderbilt name, so any information out of me will be credible." She said with a pretty smile.

"Pretty, cunning, and poisounus. Who would have throught." He said, not confirming nor denying anything.

"And I am sure Daddy Brucie dearest, would just love finding out one of his little birdlings let the family secret out, wouldn’t he?" she said looking at him dead in the eye.

Tim felt his heart stop. She knew about all of them.

"You have until monday, lover boy. My phone number is written in there. Call me when you have made up your mind and if you accept, make sure you clear up your schedule cause that meeting will take a long time. Kisses" She ended as she handed the files to Tim and saw herself out.

"This is officially THE worst and simultaneously best day ever" He said as he threw himself on the couch.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Here's a silly idea if you wanna try it, no pressure!

How do you think the bachelor's/bachelorette's world react to the Farmer casually mentioning a blue man who leaves notes for them around town as challenges who also keeps cameras around town to watch them?

They do not elaborate, the Farmer just moves on like they talked about the birds lmaooo

Oh, man. I found the idea itself so funny that inspiration immediately kicked my ass 🤣 There's already been more than one mention for Qi and about his weird obsession with Farmer, strange quests and, God forgive me, about "snake milk"... Sheesh 😅

Thank you so much for the ask! ☺️ (hope I translated this correctly. Or feel free to ask again!)

SDV bachelors/ettes react to Farmer, who casually mentioned Mr. Qi:

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"You gotta drink less so you don't see shit." It's unusual to hear Shane say that, but even he doesn't remember drinking so much that he saw some hallucinations like "blue men". He'd let Farmer's words pass his ears and now was beginning to wonder if he should let his dear niece near that weirdo. Challenges, cameras everywhere... yeah sure.

The doctor's instincts hit right away and Harvey will run after Farmer to see if they have a fever. Cameras in the whole Stardew Valley? Dangerous quests in Calico Dessert? Sorry Farmer, but Harvey won't believe it and will insist they go to the clinic for a check up, or at least rest at home. You can’t ignore rest, you know, because it affects both physical and mental health...

"So I'm not the only one who noticed it." Wait, what? How does Sebastian know? "Found a weird note with your name on it when I was in the mines." Hold on, what was a local emo doing in the mines? And why is his arm in bandages? "Hm, let't change the subject, we were talking about blue stranger, weren't we?" Wait a minute, Seb!

Alex probably won't even listen to what the Farmer is saying. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say, weirdo." The athlete may not be a genius, but even he can realize that there's no benefit to anyone putting cameras in Pelican Town for, like, what? Fun or whatever? To keep tabs on Farmer? That's stupid. Don't be stupid, Farmer.

"Wait, seriously? Yo, no kidding." With a lifestyle like Farmer's, Sam immediately believed in their words even without the details. However, the interest and desire to organize a quest with his friends to find the "secrets of the Valley" quickly faded away as the skateboarder's stomach rumbled. He would just forget the whole thing later.

Honestly, Elliott is completely confused. How should he react to what his friend Farmer has just said? The writer thinks it's complete nonsense, but because of his manners and his unwillingness to be confrontational or rude, Elliott will simply try to change the subject.

"Absurd", Abigail thought, but somehow the Farmer's words stuck in her mind. Considering that the purple-haired girl was just looking for an excuse to procrastinate duties, her ass began her own adventure of finding cameras. And she found one right away! And a strange note from someone named "Qi"! Wtf, hey Farmer, tell again about that weird blue dude!

"Ok, let's think: why would someone follow you around 24/7 and give you weird tasks?" For some reason, Maru was very much interested in Farmer's casually thrown words, trying to make sense of them. It's unclear, really, where this interest comes from, but maybe the young inventor wants to spend more time with Farmer. Even if the conversation is kinda strange.

Penny did her best to keep her smile from looking too forced. Wishing to remain polite and not to be rude, the red-haired teacher simply thanked Farmer for the conversation and went about her business, trying not to think too much about their words.

"The blue man? Oh, has Clint been drinking that Joja soda again?" No, Emily, that wasn't Clint, and he only turned blue once (and that was probably from worry, not from Joja cola). She would have forgotten about Farmer's words, but she also could swear that Sandy had once mentioned a similar person paying the rent in Oasis. Hmm, maybe Emily should ask again...

When Farmer told Haley about the strange blue man and other oddities, the blonde paused and wondered: if she should really have even listened to the words of a person who just a couple days ago had been rummaging through trash cans and eating raw seaweed? The answer was obvious, and Haley forgot about it as a misunderstanding.

Leah only shakes her head. "Whatever you say, Farmer." She doesn't want to be rude to them, but all this talk of cameras, dangerous quests, and a mysterious man hasn't impressed her one bit. If Farmer keeps this up - they'll always be considered a weirdo.

[noelle666]

Pathologic VN/DateSim - Burakovsky and Stamatins

I think I need to share some thoughts on those routes cause even though for Daniil my favourite route is and will be Block's I tried the other two. It's not that "painful" to say "no" to Alexander although... yeah. And in case of Artemy - sorry, but Rubiruspex is the one and only option for me, I physically can't chose someone else but Stakh.

Basic info about the project - click me.

Note: English translation of the game is made by a group of enthusiasts and not by game devs, as far as I know. Day 4 is not translated. So I think you can try to contact dev team (see the original post with links, the link to it is at the beginning of this post) and ask them about those enthusiasts if you wish to help this project to be know amongst English speaking fans of Pathologic.

So, let's start with classics - Burakovsky/Burda WARNING! Spoilers below.

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Basically, it is what it is, what you can expect from this romance: Cub (or Bear in Russian, I prefer this term more) is warm, caring, simple guy, he is honest (well, you know who he is), single father of two which is, of course, used in this route. It's pretty cozy story: for example, when you see interaction of Daniil and Murky you feel they can become great family, he reads a book for her making up a story (since the book in written in Steppe language) - the man has a great fantasy, I must say.

On Day 1, if I remember correctly, Daniil finds an amulet which looks different from those he saw during the plague days. He tries to give it to Artemy but he refuses cause "it arrived to your hands" and Daniil is searching for the meaning of this amulet. Turns out the amulet is a "love confession" (Sticky tells about its true meaning), so Daniil gives it to Artemy on Day 4 again now knowing what this will mean and knowing what he feels towards Burakh (they have a very sweet dance scene). But the Haruspex refuses to accept it again saying they need to wait until Tailagan (some steppe holiday which will take place on Day 5) and then if Daniil offers it again Artemy accepts it. So... I think technically they will marry each other. =)

I liked that route even though Burda is not my No1 ship but it's very very warm.

So, and now the twins.

I would say at some point I like it more than Artemy's route. Maybe because interaction with Peter was emotionally stronger in my taste. Let's just say it have some prons and cons to me personally.

General information: twins "scream" "sex drugs and rock-n-roll". Well, mostly "sex" considering the writers decided to portrait their story with Farkhad as a story of three lovers, plus twins also sleep with each other (I am neautral towards it, I've seen beautiful pieces of art with Andrey and Peter being together and I just think it's an obvious thing which can be used in their situation. But in my fanfic I wrote them without this feature, to me they are brothers and that's it but enought about me).

Pros: as I said above, the scene with Peter on Day 4 (and I personally feel more love towards him. Sorry, Andrey, I love you too but...). Daniil and Peter draw together and use it as a therapy to release their pain and struggle (mostly towards the loss of Polyhedron), to put them out of their hearts and heads on a paper. Very enotional episode.

Cons: I don't really like how Andrey acts towards Peter sometimes, it feels like he, the elder brother, is depending on Peter, not vise versa. He finishes Peter's phrases, he tries too hard to be with him. At the same time when we talk to Peter, he tells us he wanted to be more independent at the beginning of his career. So... this relationships looks a bit painful for both of them. And another thing which I didn't like (but it can be treated as a "historical accurate" detail): at the end of Day 4 when three agreed to have sex together (which will happen on Day 5, I'm sure) Daniil offers to bring morphine with him. Why is it historically accurate? At the beginning of XX century many medical doctors were taking morphine, so technically Daniil could be one of them. Still, thankfully, Andrey refused - they already have too much of an alcohole.

But in any case, let us wait for Day 5.

[kyouxa]

Amnesia World: Normal World (Diamond Story)

In terms of the gameplay: Whenever you´re given a choice in the game, the translation will lead to the different choices. The name of your MC will be Y/N (your name) in the translation, but in game screenshots it might mention my name.

Toma: Who would’ve thought that the day would come that Shin works on the floor… 

Remember the other day when we talked about the costumes? He told me, “My condolences.”

He was too cocky. It was entirely possible something like that would happen at this cafe.

Nova: From his perspective, this must really suck. Especially now that Shin’s stuck in this position.

Toma: And his floor debut will be with a costume. How unlucky…

He hasn’t dressed like that either since his elementary school play, do you remember?

His face was all red, and he was super embarrassed.

Do you remember how he was hiding his face, begging everyone to stop taking pictures of him?

Choices

1) …He was cute

2) Fufu…

— …He was cute

Toma: True, Shin was adorable back then.

…And now he has turned into an unfriendly and sharp-tongued guy. Growing up sure is cruel… 

You’re still as cute as ever, though.

— Fufu…

Toma: Haha, so you do remember?

end Choices

Toma: …Right. I think my aunt would be happy if I gave her the picture I took that day.

It wasn’t easy to take pictures of him. He’d always complain, and in the end, he wouldn’t let me take one.

Okay, I’ll make sure to ask Ukyo to take some in that case.

Place: Home

Nova: Fulfilling other people's wishes is going rather well. If the event is a success…

We should’ve collected enough to restore your memories. It’ll still take a while for you to return to your real self, though.

Y/N: What about your memories?

Nova: Mine? Eh, what are you talking about?

A-Ahh… come to think of it, I had amnesia as well. It didn’t affect my daily life so I even forgot about that.

To answer your question, the answer is no. I still don’t remember.

All I remember is that I served some greater God…

What kind of a spirit am I? What kind of a life did I live? —And what’s my real name?

The only things I can’t remember are related to my own existence… Isn’t that strange?

Y/N: …You really don’t remember anything?

Nova: Eh, did I say or do something weird?

As soon as my memories come back, I’ll let you know. There’s no reason to hide that.

Don’t worry about me, you need to prioritize yourself.

I think it’s just temporary memory loss caused by the shock we experienced.

And even if I don’t get mine back, I can always look for other spirits after I separate from you.

Anyways, look at this. It’s the thing you borrowed from Toma this afternoon.

— A 2D fighting game, DK. 

Hehe… from the moment I heard of it, I wanted to play it.

Personally, I wanted to try using the spirit that appears in the second one…

But this isn’t the original game anyway. We have to push through with the original characters until the hidden ones become playable. 

If I remember correctly, the special move command was ○△→←↑□□×↓←→←.

Y/N: …..

Nova: …What’s wrong? Is there something on my face, Y/N?

Ah, could it be that you’re disappointed there’s no sharp-tongued prime minister among the characters… ?

*This is a reference to AMNESIA memories, Toma’s route. We played a game named Destiny Kingdom when Toma trapped us in his apartment, and one of the characters was a prime minister. 

[officialcreepypastareheated]

Belated Easter Post

Enjoy this lil bit of mansion content :)

If this does good I'll make these one shot posts a thing I write now and then. Maybe weekly.

Easter at the mansion, like most other holidays, aren't really celebrated by the others and has to be set up by the few who actually care. In this case, Leo and Sally come together to set up an egg hunt for everyone. The incentive? They put their room keys in the eggs.

Jeff was the first to discover his room was locked and ran down into the lobby to politely ask who the culprit was. "WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERF*KERS LOCKED MY ROOM?!" Everyone but Leo, who had a smug smile on his face, looked around in confusion and a bit of worry.

Slenderman jumped a bit from his desk as his doors swung open with an angry Jeff storming in. "YOU BETTER NOT LET THIS SH*T SLIDE CAUSE I AIN'T HAPPY ONE BIT AT HAVIN' MY ROOM LOCKED." The tall entity stared in confusion until he remembered what day it was. He beckoned for someone to translate his sign language for Jeff, Sally stepping forward. "If I remember correctly, some of the members in the mansion decided to try convincing you all to take a day off to relax and bond with an easter egg hunt. You must look through the mansion and work together to find your room keys. I was asked for permission and only requested to leave my office unlocked."

Jeff was fuming, grabbing the edge of his desk and cracking it in his grip. "You must think yer funny lettin' this sh*t slide. I ain't takin' part in no easter egg hunt just to be in my own f*ckin' room!" Leo leaned over and put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Language, Jeffery. Sally is present." they said with a soft and smug tone. They knew Jeff was seconds from blowing a fuse and didn't want to see it get targeted towards their boss who could kill him in seconds. ". . . Motherf*ker."

As Jeff tries to kill Leo in the mansion lobby, the latter dodging his attacks until he tired out, the rest reluctantly or willingly took part in the egg hunt.

Giggles was having the most fun as it helped reach high spots and kept everyone updated on the room key situation. EJ was doing calculations to figure out where the next hiding spots could be. B.E.N was even utilized, using their access to the security cameras to try and spot eggs from overhead. Sally was just having fun seeing everyone at least exist in the same space without conflict, minus two.

After a few hours, nobody could find any eggs and brought them to the lobby. Jeff had stopped trying to kill Leo at this point but stayed lying face down on the couch in protest of the event while they went to help out.

"All we have to do now is open them all and sort out the keys from the treats." he informed as he took an egg out of his basket. Opening it, a $5 bill poked out. "Oh! Lucky me!" Jeff looks up from the couch and his jaw drops. "WAIT THERE WAS CASH?!" Before Leo could say anything he began to run around and look for any remaining eggs.

The rest of the group opened their eggs, finding numerous sweets, trinkets, and cash inside each of them. They even took the time to swap candy for ones they prefered. Eventually, all the eggs were opened and the keys returned to their owners, all but one.

Jeff finally ran back, exhausted but holding up a single gold egg. Leo sighed in relief "Thank goodness! I thought we lost your room key!" It wasn't the cash he wanted but he could at least sleep the rest of today away. With a pop, the egg opened and inside was... "A single f*ckin' jelly bean."

Sally snorted and cackled as Leo stood up to keep Jeff from making her double dead. "Jeff, no! I'm sure your key is somewhere in here! Maybe someone dropped an egg?"

They didn't find his room key even after searching till midnight. Jeff had to sleep in the infirmary on one of the stiff, uncomfortable beds. As he tossed and turned he eventually gave up, staring at the cieling with a sigh. His attention was caught when he heard taps on the tile floor approaching him. "What'd ya want? I'm busy tryin' to sleep n sh*t." A rolled up wad of cash was placed on the table beside him by a clawed blue hand. Jeff was confused for a moment, only having ever fought with EJ in any of their encounters. The empty sockets behind his mask stared before turning and leaving.

"Uh... thanks?" Jeff muttered awkwardly as he pocketed the cash. At least today wasn't entirely horrible.

[black-flag-if]

I just wanted to drop you a quick note to let you know how much I appreciate your work. I really respect that you try to stay true to your characters and story, and that you're not just another people pleaser author. I see a lot of authors who change their original ideas just to please others, and somewhere along the way they burn out and stop writing altogether. Please don't sacrifice quality for quantity, don't let people pressure you into writing something you wouldn't enjoy writing.

If I remember correctly, you said earlier that Ryder wouldn't really fall in love with MC in the rivals route? So if it doesn't fit his character, then please don't do it just because some people want it, unless YOU see that it will fit the character in the end. I don't want to see another great character to be ruined.

I also really like how much detail you put into your characters, the differences between male and female RO it's really refreshing, I love it.

I very rarely comment on anything, I rather belong to the group that quietly observes. Lately, however, I've been quite irritated by the loud group that likes to pressure authors, so I decided to break my silence. I hope you won't give in to the pressure and keep writing what you want and what makes you happy. I really think that it translates into quality and that you're less likely to burn out, which I wouldn't want. Only two chapters have come out and I already love this story :)

Anyway, I wish you good luck with this project and I look forward to the next update.

Cheers for this message, honestly. You've no idea how much it means to me.

And yeah, you're right. It's exhausting. Writing on its own takes it out of you, but chuck in all the coding, flavour text, branching paths... it slows everything right down.

I started rewriting mainly because I wasn't satisfied with it, to be fair. Sure, a lot of it came from people asking for certain stuff, saying there wasn't enough interaction and all that.

This is my first IF, so I knew not everyone would love it, and that's fine. I did take on suggestions, especially the ones that came from a good place. But I'll never water down a character just to make someone else happy. If that's not how I see them, I'm not writing them that way. Simple as. I have to like them.

And again, you're spot on. Ryder on a rival path ain't gonna suddenly fall head over heels. But being who they are, they'd still play the game a bit. Bit of banter, some spark. That's what I meant by potential. They click, but it'd be rough. Ryder doesn't trust easily, and that path'd be rocky as hell. Way different from the proper romance route. Still, flirting's in their blood. There'd be a bit of a push-pull vibe, but I've already got that sort of thing going on in Riley's route, so I don't want to rinse and repeat.

No fan-pleasing here though, don't worry about that. I'm happy with how the rewrite's shaping up, especially with how the routes are coming together. If someone's not into it, then fair play. Just not for them.

Oh, and just to say. Since this is a rewrite. It means what's in the current demo won't match anymore. I want people to come at it fresh without dragging expectations from the old version. I've changed Lane's absence from five years to four. Nothing major, but it lets me add a bit more backstory in. More meaningful choices, more chances for people to shape the MC, more playthrough variation. Chances to see/meet characters early, etc.

I'm excited about it, just wish I could move quicker. Doing my best, though.