#the future kit also LOOKS cool but it dampens my hopes for an into the future esque pack :(

[hostilemuppet]

I WANT BOTH OF THESE. IF WE GIVE UP DESERT LUXE CAN WE GET BOTH? PWEASE?

the sims team is making us sophies choice 2 of 4 kits that actually look good meanwhile they shat out stuff like Basement Kit

[frogtanii]

“hi everyone,” you gave your webcam a half hearted wave, noting the flood of inquisitive comments at your demeanor.

ynismymommy: omg queen r u ok??????

emilia.95: Have you been sleeping?

atsumus-leftballsack: bestie imma need you to invest in some concealer

a giggle pried it’s way up your throat, despite your attempts to stop it as you read the comments. yes, you were fully aware that you looked like shit however, you just weren’t expecting the viewers of your stream to be so... observant.

“holy shit guys, i’m okay,” you attempted to placate your vicious audience by giving them a (forced) smile and a small chuckle. “let’s just play, okay?”

you loaded up your game of choice (call of duty — you had a lot of aggression to work off) while making idle chatter with your fanbase. they seemed to have dropped conversation about your heavy eye bags and low enthusiasm in favor of more lighthearted topics.

just as you were starting to get into it, a knock sounded at your door. at first, you were tempted to ignore it but after a few moments of silence, the knocking started up again, more incessantly. your comments started to go wild, wondering who exactly was banging on your door at like 11p.

bokutos.bahamamommamilkers: tell whoever is @ the door to fuck off

shartyba3_420: damn slam me yn like [redacted] is slamming on that door

Greg_72: Hey, you can go answer that! We’ll wait <3

you apologize quickly before removing your headphones and scurrying over to the door. swinging it wide open, you’re met with bokuto.

and what a sight he is.

once bright, golden eyes were now dull and void, accompanied by dark circles that rivaled your own while his usually sunny visage was dampened by this metaphorical dark cloud that was hanging above him.

in other words, he looked like shit.

the both of you must look like quite a pair — you in your ratty, oversized hoodie and red sweats and him in his white t shirt and flannel pajama pants. after giving him another glance over, you repressed the urge to pull him into your room and into a hug, instead choosing to wrap your arms around yourself tightly.

“um, hey bo,” you started, unable to keep your eyes on his face. “i’m really sorry but i’m streaming right now. maybe we can hang out later?”

bokuto shook his head no, and your heart began to sink. you were just so tired and you didn’t have the energy to entertain or comfort the man at the moment without letting another piece of yourself crumble but you knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

resigning yourself to your fate, you stepped to the side to let him into your room, making a mental note to shield him from your webcam while you brought him to lie on your bed.

to your complete and utter surprise, bokuto did not move, shaking his head no again before moving to grab something just out of your sight behind your doorway.

you were now thoroughly intrigued, shuffling closer to peek into the hallway, only to be stopped by a box being thrusted into your hands. you looked over the colorfully painted cardboard but it gave you no indication as to what was on the inside and glancing at kotarou gave you no help whatsoever.

“what’s this?” you voiced your confusion while weighing the box in your hands, the confusion only amplifying when you discover the box is suspiciously light. you’re shaken from your investigation when bokuto throws another object in your hands, this one significantly heavier.

looking up at him, you’re taken aback by the emotion swirling in his irises, his mouth finally parting to speak. “i’m so sorry,” kotarou’s voice, while gravelly from disuse, was sincere, a slight quiver being found underlying his words. “i- i know i never said it but i just want you to know that i-i care about you and that i am so sorry for ever hurting you and making you feel like you were less than. y-you’ve helped me become myself again a-and i can never thank you enough.”

a shuddering breath left his chest as he trained his eyes on the ceiling before looking back at you with watery eyes. “you don’t have to forgive me. i-i’d understand.” you opened your mouth to respond, to rebut, but you were cut off by his strong arms, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into his hold, a small ounce of stress leaving your body at his words but the bulk of it remaining. he’s just apologizing because you’re the only girl who’s shown him an ounce of kindness, the voice in the back of your head whispered.

as bokuto pulled you in tighter, you stiffened, the voice getting louder and more constant. the man holding you didn’t miss the way you tensed and hesitantly removed himself from you, his hurt written plain all over his face.

kotarou gave you a weak smile and another gentle apology before turning and leaving for his room. you already felt guilt creeping up your spine for not holding him the way you thought you should but you quickly pushed the feeling down, knowing that you wouldn’t have gotten the rest you deserved if you’d done so.

letting out a deep sigh, you shut your door and moved back to continue your stream, not before gently setting down the 2 colorfully decorated boxes on the bed, a small smile creeping across your face at the sight of the gifts.

your stream ended pretty shortly after, your mind unable to focus on the game — it was getting borderline embarrassing how often you were dying to the point you were worried your sponsors would pull out of supporting you.

with a soft smile and goodbye, you collapsed on your bed, mindful not to crush the boxes. while you were extremely exhausted, you knew you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep without examining your gifts’ contents.

you decided to open the heavier box first which yielded bag after bag of your favorite chips, candies, and drinks. you knew your mouth was gaping unattractively but you couldn’t help it. this was... way too much.

at the bottom of the box was a small note, written in bokuto’s somehow endearing chicken scratch. it read, “hi yn!!!! this is for when you get hungry :) i know i didn’t let you eat any of my snacks for a long time so i thought it would be nice if i bought some for you!!!!! i hope i got these all right :( i asked atsumu for help!!!”

a choked chuckle escaped your lips and it only amplified as you continued to the end of the note. “p.s. don’t worry about not finishing it all!!! i can always help you ;) p.p.s. also you’re so pretty!!!! don’t not eat it because you don’t think so too <3”

wiping your eyes that had become suspiciously misty, you set down the slip of paper and reached for the second box.

you couldn’t keep the gasp from coming from you as the cardboard overflowed with tiny slips of paper. with shaky hands, you unfolded the first paper, the tears overflowing over your lashline before you could stop them.

you are loved :) - akaashi

“fuck,” you whispered, swiping at your face before clumsily reaching for another, and then another, each note making you cry harder than the last.

you are beautiful!!!!! never change!! - bokuto!!!

you’re really cool - kenma

you are so kind and i owe you the world - sugawara :)

you’re sympathetic, observant, and intelligent. - sakusa.

you are patient (even when we don’t deserve it) - kuroo

yer my angel <3 - tsum tsum

there were a ton more but you promised yourself you’d read them all later, your emotions getting the better of you. you’d rather not wake up with puffy, swollen eyes and a headache so you decided it would be best to close the box and finish it all later.

laying back on your bed, you expelled a deep breath of air, not realizing just how tense you were. you’d been living on edge with the guys for at least a month now and it was really starting to wear on you.

without being able to fully trust them, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you crumbled under the pressure.

you glanced at your phone before sighing again (it really was that kind of day, wasn’t it). maybe it was about time to give dr yamada a long awaited call.

℗ poker face

you are loved :)

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an - ooweee first single apology down, 4 more to go!!! also the box of papers came from everyone (obv) but they still gotta give their individual apologies hehe which shall come in the future <33 sorry this took so long KSJD i hope u enjoy!!! don’t forget to feed me <333

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[crystalsexarch]

giving in - crystal exarch - e

“May I?” she asked, squeezing his thigh.

He closed his eyes. “P-please...my friend.”

The bed creaked while she repositioned herself. “You’re going to have to come up with something better than ‘friend.’”

Part of “What We Already Know” available here...but also works when read on its own, in my opinion ;)

She was warm.

By the Twelve, she was warm.

How had he ever dreamt of taking her when he could barely manage to press his head against her shoulder?

“G’raha…”

A shiver tracked throughout his body, her hand brushing a strand of hair from his neck. With only a tad of embarrassment, he cooed like a kit and pressed against her harder, reminding himself he could do this. He had permission to do this.

A quiet laugh emanated from her chest. “You are...quite affectionate, you know.”

His ears twitched. “Mmm. I beg you not tease me.”

“I would never.” She ran her hand over his shoulders, down his back, her other arm secure around his waist. It felt good to be held, especially by the Warrior. If things continued, perhaps he would find the courage to hold her with authority, but that night he would do no such thing. Surely not.

When he peered up at her, he caught a curious look in her eyes. “You’ve got quite the place here,” she said, noticing him and smiling.

Suddenly feeling very self conscious of how he was clinging to her like a frightened child, he sat up and looked about their surroundings.

The room was positioned in some forgotten corner of the tower, chosen specifically to account for the chance of someone wandering in that night and finding them together. They lay on an until recently dust-covered bed, renewed by the influence of magic. Although the room’s floors were mostly clear, piles of relics had accumulated along the wall...things unwanted or unnoticed by the citizenry of Norvrandt.

The whole place glowed with a familiar blue - dampened by tapestries left hanging on the walls. The Allagan symbols and figures they depicted were likely unknown to his companion...but he easily envisioned a future where he, having run out of moves to make and things to say, went into conniptions from spinning too many an immense and tedious tale. Perhaps he should -

“It’s going to be okay.” She squeezed his wrist. Her own cheeks were lit with pink, but he felt all the more delicate. Small, weak, moldable.

Why was he made of water? Gods…

“I’m sorry.” He hung his ears low and tensed his fingers into fists. “I’m not the man I used to be.”

Without hesitating, she reached out and set his palm just beneath her collar bone, over her dress. And she held it there.

Ba-dum ba-dum.

The beats were at least as fast as his.

Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum.

What was he supposed to do with this knowledge? You’re nervous, too, he thought to ask, just to break the silence. But he didn’t ask. The action, meant certainly to embolden him, was coming to fruition.

He breathed her name once before bringing himself up to his knees, shifting his hand to her cheek, drawing his body closer. For her, he could be something, if only for a moment. Touching another person was a sacred act that made holy relics of his fingers, her face. What gods was he supposed to pray to? All he could hear was want want want. I want this. She wants this. The calling alone could have brought him to the ground - so what in the world was keeping his lips from hers?

“I...I want to touch you,” he said, slumping. “But I don’t know if I can.”

“Why not?”

He couldn’t stifle a pitiful little laugh. “It’s...a meaningless concern. Foolish, really. I hate to trouble you with it.”

Her countenance darkened. “I would gladly hear your troubles.”

“Well, it’s…” He couldn’t figure out what to do with his lips, talking or otherwise. “I’m afraid...you will come to regret your choice to stay with me. And far be it from me to - ”

“G’raha - “

“ - burden you with more than I have - “

“Listen to me.”

The Warrior pushed him back onto the bed and leaned over him, left hand resting on his thigh. He blinked his red eyes up at her with his lips just parted.

“If you won’t touch me, then gods let me touch you. Before one of us goes crazy.”

A little sound escaped him.

“May I?” she asked, squeezing his thigh.

He closed his eyes. “P-please...my friend.”

The bed creaked while she repositioned herself. “You’re going to have to come up with something better than ‘friend.’”

He looked at her, half-lidded, half-adled with lust and other sensations. “My love...my everything…!”

She groaned and put her hands upon his shoulders, pushing him all the way down. Their first kiss was rough, led by her confident guidance. More kisses followed. She kissed him until he thought he’d fall to pieces. And then, their lips still pressed together, her hand traveled south.

“Ah!”

He broke away just to moan when she finally found what she wanted. Even through his robes, the pleasure was foreign enough to roll his eyes back - something she must have found amusing, for though sensation clouded his vision, he could see her tricky smile.

“How long has it been?” she said, her voice dark and breathy.

“I...I…” How could he hope to answer with her hand rubbing like a metronome against him? “Too long.”

“Have you been touching yourself?”

His face flushed all over again. To hide it, he turned and pressed his nose into the bed. “Please...beneath my robes…”

She didn’t have time to strip him down just yet. “Do you think of me when you do it?”

“Ah?” A sideways glance revealed she was red in the face and biting her lip. The expression melted him. He could have boiled water on his own forehead. “Always...always you.”

She went to kissing him again, tickling his lips with her tongue. Every nip made him twitch, made his clothes feel tighter, so tight, so warm, so wet with sweat.

With a groan, he sat up and pressured her backwards. She was already working at his sashes, the white, the red, both unceremoniously tossed to the side in little time at all. When her fingers reached his collar to remove the final piece, he swallowed and caught her hand. “You will be the first to see me,” he said. “I would ask to...to see something of you in return.”

She moved his hand to her breast. “You want to see?”

He sighed, tensing when his thumb found her nipple through the fabric. He squeezed and watched the Warrior gasp in time with the pressure. “Greatly.”

Her hands raced to the back of her neck, where she quickly undid whatever clasp held her ensemble together. It was the perfect opportunity for him to undress himself completely, but he only managed to undo the front of his final piece. He held both sides together just above his waist and watched her slide her garment over her formidable hips, panting.

He froze.

She laughed and tossed her dress from the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“By the Twelve…”

“What is it?”

“Have...have mercy on me…”

He buried his face in his hands, suddenly weeping, weeping for years lost and years wanting. The scarred body before him - his to touch and hold and have? Hot tears ran down his cheeks, his chin, all the way to his neck before he had the will to wipe them.

“G’raha - “

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, looking up again. “In all my years...no world...no reality could hold anything with half your wonder. Why I’ve been given the privilege, I cannot say...”

She blinked at him and approached, placing one hand on either side of his collar. Slowly, she slipped his robe off his shoulders, taking time to check his reaction, to make sure she wasn’t going too fast. When she had reached his elbows, he took to laughing, still crying happy tears.

“I hope I don’t disappoint you,” he said, with his eyebrows turned up.

“You could never.”

The robe was off. Her eyes flickered across his body. He knew what she must see: a half-man at best. But - one she hungered for, nonetheless.

She lowered herself onto the bed and stretched her arms out toward him, her mouth open, her eyes smiling.

Blood rushed about his head. He had no choice but to follow her down. Her whole body beckoned his. His whole body wanted her. This time, he led the kiss. Unlike the Warrior, G’raha was slow and careful, practiced and gentle. She respected his approach, cupping his cheeks with her hands. But the maddening heat of her chest just beneath his, the sight of her in nothing but her smallclothes - it was getting to him. He was boiling.

He bit her bottom lip, and she gasped, dragging her fingernails across his skin. At that, his hips came down with an aggression that embarrassed him - but he had to feel her, had to know. Her sex was warm and wet beneath the fabric. He broke their kiss and shuddered into her shoulder, her horns cool against the heat of his skin.

“I want you,” she said, trailing her hand down his chest, his abdomen, to the band of his smallclothes. Her finger slipped beneath and tugged. “Let me.”

“I - I can’t...hold back for long.” His breaths were hot and ragged.

“You don’t have to.” Her hand, so close, so ravenous. “I want to please you. G’raha.”

Somehow, though his head was reeling, he managed to strip himself of his remaining clothes and resume his position over her, lowering his head to her chest out of shyness. With one hand, she brushed his hair and scratched around his ears. The other teased him.

“Please,” he said, still hiding his face.

When he said her name, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked him once.

His whole body tensed. He wasn’t sure how he survived.

Once he regained a semblance of composure, he pressed his lips over her neck and shoulders, panting between kisses.

She started working him with care. If he hadn’t been touching himself for the past month, he would have released already. Trying his best not to move, he soon found himself incapable of kissing. All of his energy went into holding himself back for as long as possible. What would she think of him if he -

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Give in.”

He moaned and clenched his eyes shut.

“Come for me.” Faster and faster she went, flicking from head to base and back.

Each stroke consumed more of his stamina, taking increasingly large increments of energy for him to resist the urge to thrust into her hand and be done with it. “My Warrior,” he said, groaning into her shoulder. “I think...I love you.”

She nuzzled her head against his and kissed his cheek, whispering something. But by then there was so much blood rushing in his ears, he couldn’t make it out.

He sank his teeth into her shoulder and rocked into her hand until everything was ringing. The way her thumb grazed his head, how she lingered halfway through each time - how it was her after all these years, his Warrior, his inspiration, his love.

He bit harder and, thighs shaking with sweat, he came.

His seed landed on her forearm, her legs, her hip bones - he hated to think about it. But without thinking much, the rest of his body gave out and his full weight was against her. He rested his cheek against the wet spot his mouth had left.

“That...that is going to leave a mark,” she said, stroking his hair with her unsullied hand.

He lay there breathing through his mouth, eyes closed, tail waving lazily back and forth, back and forth...until it, too, ran out of energy. “My...my apologies.”