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kagu-une · 13 days

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you and mingi have been friends since childhood; you thought that you knew everything there was to know about him. there is just one secret: he's in love with you, and the feelings may be reciprocated.

pairing. song mingi x fem!reader

genre. smut mature themes ahead. minors do not interact.

content warnings. another friends-to-lovers trope (i'm not sorry). non-idol!au. dom!mingi. sub!reader. desperate sex? idk how to put it, you'll see. possible jealousy? possessive!mingi. fingering (f receiving). use of pet names such as 'baby'', 'good girl'. gentle degradation?? praise. big pp!mingi...... unprotected sex (use protection or Else). a little teenie weenie bit of plot. ahem. anyways

a/n. it seems that i write best at the ass crack of dawn, or in a (nonexistent) time crunch. anyways this is a drabble that's been living in my fully furnished frontal lobe for a while, hope it lives up to your expectations @lissiesykes :p this has not been proofread btw

smut beneath the drop down!

it was the same saturday ritual that has carried on for years since you started college and moved into your own apartment: your best friend, mingi, would come over and the two of you would waste the evening away by rotting on your couch, and forcing him to watch whatever series was your newest hyperfixation.

this saturday was no different. you had long since showered and changed into a pair of dilapidated sweatpants, and a shirt that you were sure was mingi's, but figured it shrunk in the dryer. you had just finished the usual routine of microwaving a bag of popcorn when you heard a familiar knock at your door. setting the bag of popcorn on the counter to cool off, you padded across the living room to answer the door. behind it stood mingi, his large stature easy filling up the doorframe. though you watched him hit his growth spurts as a kid, his height always caught you by surprise.

"hey!" you greeted him with a soft smile, stepping off to the side to allow him to enter your apartment.

"hey," replied he as he entered, kicking his shoes off by the door. he shrugged off the hoodie that he wore as he made his way into the living room and tossed it over the back of the sofa. "it smells good in here."

you chuckle to yourself as you close the door and lock the deadbolt; mingi said the same thing every time he stepped foot into your home, even though you made the same snacks nearly every time.

"i'd hope so... it's popcorn." you had returned to the kitchen to grab a bowl from a cabinet, and proceeded to dump the popcorn into it now that it was cool enough to handle. "we're almost done with ratched, is it cool if we finish it tonight?"

mingi had since made himself comfortable on the couch, stretching his legs out to rest against the coffee table. he turned to face you from his seat as you spoke. "of course, i was looking forward to the finale, anyways."

he took it upon himself to turn the television on, knowing you'd be joining him on the couch soon enough. he launched netflix and clicked your profile, scrolling until he found the 'recently watched' section. mingi selected the show and got comfortable in his seat. you hurried to your spot next to him, snacks in hand as the introduction to the show began to play on the tv screen.

the show had long since ended, and the two of you weren't quite ready to call it quits just yet; so, you were both facing each other, having a rather lively conversation about something that had transpired in your younger years.

"dude," mingi let out an exasperated laugh as he carded a hand through his hair. "you totally froze when you tried to ask that guy out for prom. what was his name again? hongjoong?"

you groan out in residual embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands to conceal the blush that rose on your cheeks. "do you have to remind me? god, i bet he was just as embarrassed," your voice came out muffled as you spoke into your palms.

mingi's fingers curled around your wrists and pulled your hands away, laughs still bubbling past his lips. "c'mon, y/n, it isn't that bad. when is your date with him anyways?"

your ears picked up on the jealousy that tinged his voice when he brought up the fact that, yes, you did have a date with hongjoong coming up. you had reconnected with him after seeing him on a dating app. curiosity got the best of you and you swiped right — it was a match! you brought it up to mingi last saturday, and you swore that you saw his shoulders deflate just a little when you told him. you decided not to bring it up, but you couldn't help but to think that mingi looked dejected when he left that night. maybe you were thinking too much into it.

"on wednesday, i think– why does it matter to you?"

"awe," whatever hint of jealousy that you think you heard was now drowned in a playful tone. "are you getting shy?"

mingi leaned over to poke you and tickle your side, which earned a shriek from you as you launched yourself backwards to get out of his arm's reach. you batted his hand away once your back was pressed into the opposing arm of the couch. it didn't take much for mingi to close that gap, reaching for your sides once more. somehow you both got into some sort of one-upping-wrestling-match — you trying to get away from mingi, who was dead set on trying to tickle you — that landed you both on the floor.

mingi took the upper hand as he straddled your waist, and pinning your wrists to the rug beneath you. a triumphant smile was plastered on the cheeky bastard's face — he knew he had won. the two of you mirrored each other's labored breathing as you looked up at the man above you, eventually locking eyes.

the same man that got to watch you grow up, and you, him.

the same man who, when your first boyfriend broke your heart, mingi broke his nose.

mingi, who would schedule his weekends to make time for you.

mingi, with that same lazy smile that he's always had. the same smile that caused your heart to skip a beat in your chest.

the realization that you were in love with your best friend hit you like a freight train. as your eyes dipped to his plump lips, you wondered what this meant for your friendship. the last thing you wanted was to lose your best friend.

you sucked in a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding, and that soft noise is what set things into motion. mingi lowered himself on top of you, closing the gap between your bodies. his lips crashed onto yours with a ferocity that you've never seen from mingi before.

you whimper softly, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking it on it. mingi understood what was being asked and pulled away to remove it. this allowed you to catch your breath... and for reality to come crashing down on you.

"mingi," you breathed out, your meek plea too quiet for him to hear over the roar of his own heartbeat in his ears.

he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, before leaning forward to hover over you again, each of his hands posted on either side of your head. you did your best to keep your gaze off of his newly exposed skin.

you repeated, "mingi." it caught his attention now, mingi's eyebrow raising. "we can't do this." you didn't mean a word that came out of your mouth, but the disquietudes that swirled in your head told you to believe otherwise.

"goddamn it, y/n." he almost sounded defeated.

him cursing caught you off guard. it wasn't that you had never heard mingi cuss, because you had and did; but, never at you.

"don't you get it?" his voice was small, almost a whisper. "i love you. i've been in love with you for so long, y/n."

the confession caused your stomach to flip. whether it be out of excitement or fear was to be determined.

"i watch as you choose other people knowing that i can treat you right. i know you, y/n. everything about you. i was made for you."

mingi's face closed in on yours, and the fact that you weren't protesting only encouraged him to continue.

"no one understands you like i do. no one can make me feel so alive like you can. i don't want to live with the regret of knowing that i never tried. i need this for me." his breath fanned your face as he spoke.

his lips were brushing yours by this point. there was no denying the emotions that buzzed between you both. your hands snaked around his shoulders and pulled him forward, officially sealing your fate.

there was no time wasted from here. mingi's mouth connects with yours fiercely. his kiss instantly becomes intense as he lowers himself onto his elbows, allowing him to cradle your head in one of his hands. his fingers grip at your hair, anchoring your head back. when a soft moan slips out of you is when he plunges his tongue into your mouth. mingi moves with passion, and hope; yet, is far more calculated in his movements than you expected.

you lift your legs up to remind him that he is still sitting on you. one of his chuckles falls against your lips as he shifts his weight, using his knees to push your thighs apart and slots himself in the space between them.

when he pulls away, a string of saliva beads between your bottom lips. you break it with your finger as mingi moves to tug at your sweatpants. from your position, you could see that a tent of arousal began to form in the crotch of mingi's jeans. with the joggers out of the way, mingi could see how your panties clung to your core, your arousal blooming on the gusset.

"you have no idea how often i've thought of you like this." admitted mingi, that shit eating grin returning to his plump lips. he trailed a finger over your clothed slit, eyes flicking up to your face to watch your reactions to his touch. noting how you arched your back to chase the feeling, he tugged your panties to the side.

a shiver raced through you once your cunt was exposed, though you blushed feverishly underneath mingi's scrutiny. he continued to toy with you, leisurely and with no hurry. he dipped a finger to your entrance, only to collect your juices on his fingertips and repeat the process.

"don't be a tease, mingi," you whined out in protest, reaching down to lead his hand where you needed them most. you couldn't help but to be impatient. mingi's hands were always nice, and they had recently occupied your mind when you touched yourself.

"oh?" he asked, rhetorically. to pacify your whines, he pushed a finger into you, but held it there at the second knuckle. his thumb took position over your clit and applied enough pressure to make you shudder. "how bad do you want it, then?"

you were in no position to beg to begin with, and mingi knew it. the lack of friction was driving you crazy, but when you decided to gyrate your hips to seek out the pleasure, mingi pinned your hips down to the ground. his hand pressed into your belly, his eyes narrowing in an unspoken dare.

"tell me how bad, baby."

then he began to move his finger inside of you. at first, they were short strokes with him curling it every so often. his thumb had resorted to gentle circles against your clit.

though, when you hadn't spoken to oblige his request, another finger was added. you moaned softly as you were stretched out. usually, two fingers weren't enough to make you feel full. with mingi, however, it was just right.

he began to pull his fingers out of you, stopping just before he left you completely empty — only to thrust them back into you, bottoming out to his knuckles.

you let out a strangled cry, trying to press your knees together from the stimulation but the way mingi had you pinned made it impossible to achieve. he leaned into his hand, beginning to open you up with his fingers.

"please- fuck- mingi!" you managed, throwing your head back at the pleasure.

"there you go, y/n, i knew you could beg for it." mingi's eyes were trained on his hand, watching as your pussy swallowed his fingers up. "i make you feel so good, don't i? look at how wet you are."

you nod fervently, clinging onto every word that left his mouth. "please, mingi... i-... i need you so bad. so bad." you weren't meaning to babble so mindlessly. everything about this situation had your head reeling.

"good fucking girl." he punctuated every one of his words with deep thrusts of his fingers into you. you knew that if he kept it up at this pace, you wouldn't last much longer; even more so when he used his free hand to massage your clit.

the familiar heat began to pool in your stomach. every nerve was alive, your skin crawling with electricity. "m... mingi, i'm so close..." your eyes screwed shut as you tried your best to postpone the impending orgasm.

mingi was a man on a mission as he began to mouth at your breasts through your shirt. you pulled it up and out of the way, pushing your bra down so that your breasts were bare. his eyes drank in the sight of you as more of your body was exposed. he was a starving man sat before a feast. his plush lips closed around one of your nipples, sucking it between his teeth and rolling it between them. you cried out, your hands finding their way into mingi's hair and tugging at it.

the heat licked at your belly and spread down to your thighs as your climax closed in on you. you tried to warn him, but you were only left with your jaw slack as your orgasm rocked your body. stars studded the corners of your vision as your muscles tensed.

mingi fingered you through your orgasm, cooing sweetly into your ear as you rode your high. "you're so beautiful, all for me. all mine. you belong to me."

he didn't give you much time to recuperate from your previous orgasm before he was doffing his pants and sliding his own boxers down his thighs. with how hard he was, you could only imagine the restraint he was using before.

nothing could have prepared you to see that mingi was well endowed. you were grateful for him opening you up earlier, as you were unsure if he'd fit at all. you weren't clueless when it came to sex, but none of your previous partners were quite as big as be was.

he turned to grab a throw pillow off of the couch, motioning for you to bridge your hips. once you did, he slid the pillow beneath you. "there you go." he squeezes your bare thigh in reassurance.

your skin was warm and damp from the exertion from your previous orgasm. your pussy ached to be filled again, and you could only press your legs farther apart as mingi grasped the base of his cock and dragged his tip between your drenched folds. you shiver under his touch, especially when the head of his cock teased your hole.

mingi knew he was on borrowed time. he wanted to get inside of you before he went off like a shotgun, seeing how turned on he was from watching you come undone all over his fingers; yet, he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. he wasn't quite convinced that this wasn't another wet dream of his. to wake up now would be so unbelievably cruel.

he eased himself into you, eyes oscillating between your pussy and your face. above all else, your safety was his main priority. every cry and whimper was a sign for him to stop, and wait until you gave a signal that you had acclimated to him stretching you out. eventually, he hit the hilt of his cock. his hips pressed against yours as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it and watching as it snapped back into place. from here, you realized how beautiful that mingi truly was. his bone structure and perfectly pouty lips, and eyes that could pierce right through you.

those pouty lips were drawn into a soft smirk when you pulled away from the kiss. you nodded and shifted your hips, giving mingi the go-head to start moving.

his movements were slow and careful. his honeyed gaze boring a hole straight through you as he watched you take every inch of him. you sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, but soon the pain dissolved into wanton pleasure and need. you wrapped your legs around him as his tempo began to increase, motivating mingi to speed up.

soon, the only sounds that filled the apartment was skin against skin, and how when he angled his hips just right, turned your individual moans into high pitched whines.

mingi straightened his posture, only to grab your hips and pull you into each thrust that he delivered to you. he was desperate to feel you, desperate to get your walls to remember the shape of him. his eyebrows were knitted together with focus. a bead of sweat trailed from his forehead to his jaw.

"gonna split you in half if i have to," he muttered between heavy pants. "you're mine, y/n."

you had clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the cries and moans that tumbled from your lips. you were sure that you'd get a noise complaint from the apartment complex tomorrow. the way mingi had you positioned made it so that with every stroke of his dick, he was ramming right into your g-spot. you blinked away tears that threatened to spill as you took what he gave you.

"do you hear me? mine." he was starting to get sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. he pressed your thighs up against your chest as he drilled into you, chasing his own orgasm. "fuck- mine. mine, mine, mine." he chanted the word like it was a mantra.

your core was tightening in another climax.

"mingi... please- i'm yours—.." you mumbled between whines and hiccups. "'m gonna cum,"

mingi's hand returned to your belly, pressing into it and earning a yelp from you. feeling his cock as it fucked you open was overstimulating. all you could manage to do was whimper and writhe beneath him.

"are you going to cum all over– fuck..– this dick? cum for me, pretty girl."

as soon as you tipped over the edge with your own orgasm, mingi's followed suit. his whole body stiffened as he came, a shiver wracking his spine as a pinched moan escaped him. your head was still swimming with pleasure as mingi stuffed you full of his seed.

you both sat still for a few moments following, the two of you catching your breaths. mingi eventually slides out of you, leaving you feeling oddly void inside. he stood, and your gaze followed him as he disappeared into the back of your apartment. once he came back, he had fixed his clothes to cover himself once again. he was carrying a warm washcloth that he used to help you wipe yourself clean.

he joined you in the floor again, laying on his side so that his torso was pressed against your side. he peppered gentle kisses along the side of your face, carefully brushing strands of hair back into place. your body was heavy, and your eyes were half lidded from physical expenditure that took place. you turned to snuggle into mingi's chest, draping an arm over his side.

"mingi." you decided to break the silence, not yet leaving the cover of his chest to meet his eyes.

"yes, y/n?"

"i love you, too. so much. forever." the confession felt natural on your tongue. only then did you decide to tilt your head back to look at him. he wore a goofy smile on his face, now wearing his own flush on his cheeks at your revelation.

"forever." mingi echoed, drawing you into his embrace once more. you welcomed his warmth. when you nuzzled your face into him, his scent wrapped around you.

you could get used to this.

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flwersgarden · 1 year

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cuando caiga la luna. ノ⠀ ू ໋ ׅ ১

pairings : yandere!namor x mexican female reader.

summary : queen ramonda takes you hostage when she finds out you're namor's beloved. and let's just say, she found to regret that decision.

includes : soft yandere, kinda ooc namor ?? (i mean he kinda dark in the comics so idk), some aggression towards reader (not from namor's part), BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS!!

author's note : Y'ALL KNEW I HAD TO DO THIS Y'ALL KNEWWWW anyways yes, i am alive and yes, im gonna still write the reqs you sent. im just in a tenoch huerta mood k? and yes, this is (mainly) for my mexican girlies that may be lurking if so hi, let's be friends- anyways a lot of spanglish in the sense of going from spanish dialogue to english narrative but hey, no one can stop me so.

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“ please, let me go! you don't understand! ”

your cries are nonexistent for the queen of wakanda as she strolls to the center of her palace, where her throne sits, accompanied by her guards and riri williams, the scientist, who watches you from behind; feeling quite bad for you, even if your rumored god boyfriend is trying to kill her.

“ please, queen ramonda, let me go! please! ”

“ no. ” is the only answer she gives you but it encourages you into trying to make her understand, arriving in the room.

“ you don't get it-. ”

“ what could i possibly not get?! ” she abruptly turns around to face you, her guards stop walking and by the sudden stop, you fall to the ground, in your knees.

you sob as you raise your head. “ i don't want to go with him. ”

queen ramonda raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

“ and no. i don't find you dumb. ” you denied, knowing what she was thinking. “ but i need to explain before he... ”

you sob again.

riri walks to be next to queen ramonda, watching you with a confused gaze while the queen remains the same.

“ i don't love him. he keeps me hostage in his... kingdom. ” you try your best to explain in english, your words stumbling with one to another, the desperation is palpable. “ he has kept an eye on me since i was of age, watching me from afar until one day, he asked me to be his queen. ”

silence.

“ and when i refused, he burned the village i loved to the ground-. ” a sob interrupted you before the ugly cries took control of your body, your hands were the only thing stopping you from hitting the ground.

you missed queen ramonda's surprised gaze.

“ woah. the fuck? ” riri asks, pointing at you.

“ she's lying-. ” queen ramonda starts saying with a calm tone.

“ I'M NOT! ” you scream in frustration. you were tired of being ignored. you were tired of being his.

queen ramonda and riri watch you again.

“ i want to go home. ” you mumble. “ i miss my family. ” you shake your head, trying not to cry again, your eyes hurt. the whole thing, the moment, made you vulnerable. he warned you about that.

queen ramonda looks at you before she suddenly knelt to be in the same position as you were.

“ child. look at me. ”

you obey, your red eyes making her almost gasp.

“ what did he do to you? and be honest. ” the last part was whispered.

you sniff before answering. “ he took me. lost made me like one of them... he changed the poison. his people helped. ” venom laced your tone.

the memory of multiple strong people holding you still while namor forced your mouth open to drink that blue drink invaded your mind making you close your eyes for a few seconds.

“ why are you not one of them then? ” riri asks.

“ he changed it. ” you repeat. “ he changed it because it would've killed me. ” you scoff before chuckling with no humor behind it. “ it's surprising how worried he was of me dying... while he smiled at the screams of my family being killed. ”

you turn a hand into a fist.

the rollercoaster of emotions was enough to make you sick.

silence takes over the moment again.

“ then why are you stubborn about us letting you go? ”

“ because if you don't. ” you whisper before clearing your throat. “ i'm afraid he will kill you. ”

she scoffs. and just as she's about to answer, a loud sound could be heard.

you sob. “ he's here... ” you mutter, covering your face. “ i told you, i told you-. ”

“ stand back. ” queen ramonda orders to riri.

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namor walks out of the water, one of his best warrior stands in front of him. the amount of sounds block his ears from hearing your breathing, making him frustrated.

“ Kux in reina. ” namor speaks, looking around in hopes to catch you.

“ Yéetel Ramonda. ”

namor growls, slightly turning his head to the side when he suddenly raises his arm; wood destroyed at the impact of it. he turns, seeing a buff man's surprised gaze.

he hates to be distracted.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

meanwhile, riri helps you stand up, you grab her arm with your hand while the other covers your mouth. you are still trembling.

queen ramonda seems to be taking it all in. the destruction. the chaos. her people running far away from namor and his people.

you stopped sobbing from fear of him finding out where you were.

everything is silent between you two, the glass seemed to cover the faint sounds of screaming.

until you start to notice how close namor is.

you start to shake your head, taking steps backwards, riri stumbles with you.

“ h-hey, stop. ” she whispers, trying to calm you down but your gaze is trapped.

and when riri sees your mouth opening and your eyes wet, she turns.

and namor is standing in front of queen ramonda. his gaze is animalistic, almost like if fangs would grow at any moment, his heavy breathing scares you the most. because he is not tired. he is angry.

suddenly, something attacks him from behind making him loose his focus on you and your captors.

you turn to face riri. “ i have to give myself in. ”

she immediately shakes her head. “ no-. ”

“ more people will die- let me! ” you force yourself from her, making her keep a tight grip on you.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

after destroying that annoying ship shuri was in control of, namor turns towards you again.

he sees you battling with the scientist, trying to escape, while queen ramonda looks at him with mocking gaze.

he screams as he charges towards the three of you, his strong body bumping with the tough glass.

but, the glass starts to break with every hit so the queen walks back towards you and riri.

everything seemed to move in slow motion after that.

you trying to stop riri from holding you, queen ramonda trying to protect both of you and riri keeping you still with a hug.

a hug born from fear.

and just as you could push riri away, the glass breaks.

the impact of water hitting you made you dizzy and everything went black.

you feel like you're floating. small sounds of kids laughing and running around could be heard. chatting among adults while a fireplace is cracked.

a little smile appears in your lips as you see your parents, wearing their usual day to day clothes. you seem to now be able to walk.

your mother extends her arm towards you, as she usually did whenever she wanted a hug.

“ mi niña. ” she says with so much endearment you feel yourself growing close from crying.

“ mamá. ” you whisper with a sad melancholic tone, extending your hand as well.

when you touched her hand it felt nice. warm.

your mother smiles. “ te extrañamos tanto. ”

“ y yo a ustedes. ” you sob as you say that. and just as you were about to hug her. to touch her more. you see light coming from one side of the black room you're in. the water that was touching your feet moves aggressively.

“ tienes que regresar. ” she says making you turn to her.

“ no. no quiero. ”

your mother lets you go. you gasp.

“ no quiero ir, mamá, no me hagas esto. ” you whisper just as the water starts to drag you away.

“ ¡NO! ” you try to free yourself from the wet substance, trying to run towards your parents.

“ PELEA POR MÍ. ¡PELEA POR MÍ! ”

you breathe through your mouth, sitting up immediately as water leaves your lungs, and you start to cough.

cheering is heard from around you.

“ Le reina táan viva! ”

you look around, the people from talokan are surrounding you. you scoff before looking in front of you. there is a wide sea. and you feel quite uncomfortable.

your hands grab the ground and plays with it. seems to be sand.

“ mi amor. ”

you turn abruptly to your right side.

namor is sitting there, watching you with a smile.

“ estamos felices de que estés viva. ”

you keep your gaze in his. “ yo no. ”

he chuckles. “ pues yo sí. ” he stands up offering you his hand to which you ignore, standing up for yourself.

you stumble so he catches you, his grip tight; giving you the hint that he wasn't going to let you go.

“ la reina de wakanda es valiente. pero no inteligente. ” he suddenly says, making you remember what happened in the first place.

you give a small 'hmm' as a way to let him know you're listening.

“ raptarte es una cosa. ”

he grabs your arm and gracefully touches the small bruises riri's hand left you.

“ lastimarte... ” he whispers, jaw clenched before turning his back to you. you keep yourself in the same stance while he walks towards one of his warriors. “ eso es otra cosa que no puedo perdonar. ”

he grabs a box from the warrior's hands and walks to you again, his smile seemed brighter.

“ un regalo. como muestra de perdón por no haberte rescatado antes. ”

you rip the box open, tired of his dramatics.

but the sight made you gasp and throw it into the ground.

your back is towards everyone, as the sea waves barely touches the box material, hiding your traumatized gaze.

you tremble, your hand covering your mouth as you feel like vomiting the liquid in your stomach.

namor walks slowly towards you, hugging you from behind, his cold jewelry hitting your warm skin.

his head slightly hitting yours in a lovers embrace.

“ ahora ellos sabrán que a ti, nunca se te toca. ”

two hearts lay in the sand, the sea touching them before swallowing them whole.

he smiles, kissing your head with his eyes closed as he breathes your scent.

you are safe now, he thinks. you are safe.

the trembling it's because of the cold. the tears are of happiness.

now the both of you, along his people, have to return to talokan to prepare.

after all.

there's a war to win.

#namor x reader #namor x y/n #namor x you #namor imagine #tenoch huerta namor #namor marvel #namor #namor fanfiction

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marblemoovt · 6 months

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Fever - John Price/Reader

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Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Fluff, A sprinkle of angst, Dad!Price

Summary:

John pounds on your door at an ungodly hour in the morning. You've never seen him so distraught.

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“John?! What’s wrong?” you ask, giving him a once over. His hair is a mess, most likely from running his fingers through it too many times. The hallway lights are dim, so it’s difficult to see much else, but you notice he’s carrying a bundle in his arms. Whatever it is, he’s holding it close to his chest, fingers tightly clenching the fabric.

Wavy strands of brown hair peek out beneath the blanket, hair you were braiding just yesterday. Your stomach drops, and you tighten your grip on the door handle.

She’s not?

It feels like you’ve been drenched in ice water. Chills travel down your spine, and you can feel your fingertips prickle with numbness. Your eyes widen, and you look to John for an explanation. But the claws gripping your chest squeeze when you hear him sniffle.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whispers, voice hoarse. You step forward, but John flinches and caves in on himself.

Note:

Hello! It's been a while since my last Price fic. If I'm honest I'm sorely tempted to keep writing this universe as a series of oneshots (because I'm terrible at commitment). So expect to see more Rose and Price at some point. I've already come up with a series title lmao..

I have a few dividers I want to try out and see which one I like best. So far I like this one better than the previous one.

Happy Reading! ヾ(•ω•`)o

Bam. Bam. Bam

You bolt upright in bed, squinting around your room until you locate the alarm clock on your bedside table. You glance out the window and notice the sky is still dark, and the sun is nowhere to be seen. Not even a sliver of pink or orange to creep over the horizon. Hm. Definitely not your alarm.

BamBamBam.

The noise grows louder, and the pause between hits becomes nonexistent. Your brain refuses to process the source as you sweep your eyes across your room. The early haze that fogs over your mind when you wake up clouds your ability to think.

Until you hear John shout your name.

Snatching a coat hanging off a chair, you fly out of the room. The floorboards squeak beneath your weight as you weave between your furniture. Sliding to a stop in front of the door, your fingers fumble with the lock before you wretch it open.

Wavy strands of brown hair peek out beneath the blanket, hair you were braiding just yesterday. Your stomach drops, and you tighten your grip on the door handle.

She’s not?

“I don’t know what to do,” he whispers, voice hoarse. You step forward, but John flinches and caves in on himself.

A small groan comes from the blankets. “Daddy, you’re squishing me.”

Your shoulders sag as the tension leaves your body. The weight resting on your lungs eases. You glance up at the ceiling and say a silent prayer of thanks before beckoning the pair inside.

Heading to the kitchen, you prepare some tea to keep yourself busy. No caffeine, though. You were anxious enough as is; you didn’t need to worry faster. Fishing out the chamomile from your cupboards with three cups and saucers, you turn the kettle on to boil. While the tea steeps, you take out the honey and add a drizzle to each cup.

“Daddy, I’m cold.” Rose’s voice breaks the still silence. You run through a mental list of all the possible things that could be wrong. It can’t be life-threatening if John knocked on your door instead of taking her to the hospital. But you can’t help but think of the worst possible scenarios. The kettle whistles, pulling you out of your thoughts. You’ll ask after you bring the tea.

A quick glance reveals that John is still cradling her in his arms. The lighting unveils the redness of his eyes and the thin, tight line of his lips. “I know, my little flower. We’ll fix you up, and you’ll be as right as rain,” he says, stroking her head.

You walk over and set the drinks on the table. “Tea? It’s chamomile,” you say, sipping from your cup. The warm liquid soothes your nerves, pooling comforting heat in your stomach. John’s lips quirk up, but they fall just as quickly. He makes no move for the tea. Your cup rattles on the saucer as you place it down. “John, you look like shit,” you state. No response other than a slight flinch. You sit down beside him and hold out your arms. “Drink, you’ll feel better. I can hold Rose for you.”

John studies your face. His eyes are staring past you. It makes you wonder what he’s seeing to make that solemn expression. The movement of you tilting your head brings him back to the present. His gaze flickers between you and Rose. “Ok,” he whispers, carefully placing her in your waiting arms.

“Hi, Rosy,” you greet her, checking to see if John is drinking his tea. His shoulders aren’t as tense as he sips the drink, but his knee begins to bounce.

Rose cracks an eye open and smiles widely at you. “Hullo,” she rasps.

You observe her flushed complexion and the hair clinging to her face. “How are you doing, little one?” you ask.

She licks her chapped lips and says, “M’ sick.”

“That sounds like no fun,” you say, exaggerating the frown on your face.

Rose smiles wide and shakes her head slowly. “But Daddy says I don’t have to go to school.” Her eyes glitter at the prospect of staying home, a fantasy most children have at least once during their school years. You can imagine the chaos she could cause if she wasn’t so sick.

You mirror her grin and brush her damp hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “That’s true. You get to stay home and sleep in,” you say, and her smile nearly blinds you.

“And watch cartoons!” she adds. Ah, the quintessential stay-at-home activity for the sick. She starts squirming in your arms. “I get to watch all the shows I miss because of school.” Her lips curl into a feline-like smile, reminiscent of a cat that stole a big, juicy fish.

You laugh and nod. “That sounds amazing!”

Rose giggles, “That’s because it is!!” If she wasn’t sick, you would be squeezing her in a bear hug.

You press the back of your hand against her forehead. It’s warm. “Did your dad take your temperature?” you ask.

Rose shrugs and says, “He put a stick in my mouth and told me to hold it there.” She mimics the motion of placing a thermometer in between her lips and closing them. Your cheeks start to hurt; how can such a tiny being be so precious? She must get it from her father.

You eye the cabinet in the kitchen where you keep all your medical supplies. “Can I check again?” You trust John, but you just want to make sure.

“Why?” she asks.

“To see how warm you are,” you answer, booping her nose, which scrunches up in response.

Rose looks at you with her big blue eyes. “Why?” she asks again. You’re glad to see the fever hasn’t affected her curiosity.

You smooth down her hair, doing your best to flatten the stray cowlicks. “Because it’s dangerous if you’re too hot. You would need to go to the hospital,” you say.

Rose furrows her brows and utters an “Oh.”

You rise from your seat and head for the kitchen. “Are you comfortable?” you ask. To free up your hands, you shifted her upright, and she’s now clinging to you like a koala.

“Mm,” she mumbles a confirmation into the crook of your neck. You grab the thermometer and turn it on to see if the batteries are still working. On your way back, you fill up a mug of water to keep Rose hydrated. Once seated back on the couch, you bring the thermometer to her mouth, and she lets you take her temperature without a fuss.

You wait a few minutes until the device beeps to signal it’s finished. “38.8. Not a low fever, but you should be fine with some rest,” you say. Next, you take the mug and hand it to Rose. “Can you drink this water for me?” She drinks every last drop, smacking her dry lips together. “Wonderful! For being such a good patient, the doctor has decided to give you a little treat.” Fishing around your pocket, you pull out her reward.

Rose stares in awe at the shiny wrapper in your hand. She gently plucks it up and marvels at the strawberries dotting the colourful material. She glances at her dad, but you bring a finger to your lips when she looks back at you. Rose smiles and nods her head, clutching the candy in her fist.

“I’m sleepy,” Rose announces. You look at John and notice that he’s sunk back into the couch, staring into his empty cup.

“There’s a bed in the guest room. I can put on some cartoons for you to fall asleep to,” you suggest.

She nods her head. “Ok.”

On your way to the guest room, you fill another glass of water to leave on the bedside table. You lay down Rose on the bed, rummaging in the closet for a thin blanket. As you tuck her in, you feel her forehead with your hand. “Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to take any medication?” you ask, making a note to grab a damp cloth before you leave.

“You’re like Daddy. Especially when he looks like this.” Rose brings a finger up to each eyebrow and pushes them down, grimacing in a familiar fashion. She bursts into a fit of giggles, and you join in, unable to resist her charming antics. “Daddy already gave me some medicine. It tasted like bubblegum,” she remarks, sticking her tongue out as the rest of her face scrunches up.

Amusement twists your lips into a smile. “You don’t like bubblegum?” you ask.

Rose shakes her head. “Bubblegum should not be medicine,” she says with a grave tone; it’s the most serious you’ve seen her since she arrived. You head to the adjoining bathroom and run a clean cloth under room temperature water. Wringing the excess moisture, you return to her side and wipe her sweaty skin.

Rose’s eyelids droop; you take this as your cue to leave. “Alright. Your dad and I will be in the living room or in the room across if you need us.” She nods, and you go to turn on the TV, switching to a channel she likes and lowering the volume and brightness.

You tiptoe out of the room, closing the door slowly but leaving a small gap in case she calls out for anyone. When you return to the living room, John is still in the same position. Except now he’s wringing his hands as his cup sits abandoned on the table.

“John?” you call out his name softly, not wanting to startle him. He doesn’t look up at you, and you wonder if he even heard anything. You remain at a distance, observing every flex of his muscles as he fidgets.

“Is she asleep?” he asks in a whisper. His eyes dart to your figure before landing on his lap again. You walk up and gingerly take a seat beside him. John shifts some of his weight onto you, head resting against yours. You can feel the exhaustion emanating from him in waves. He looks like he could fall asleep any minute himself.

“Nearly. Rose could barely keep her eyes open when I laid her on the bed,” you say. Warmth envelopes your waist as John snakes an arm around you, pressing you closer to his side.

He kisses the side of your temple, murmuring into your hair, “I’m sorry for troubling you like this. I just… didn’t know what to do.” It’s not often you hear his words catch in his throat. You frown at the wobble in his tone and run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp in the way you know always has him purring. He hums appreciatively and leans into your touch, eyes closed in momentary bliss.

“You’re not troubling me at all. Is this the first time she’s gotten this sick?” you ask.

John mulls over your question, his brows furrowed with thought. “First time while I wasn’t deployed,” he answers. John sighs and rubs a hand down his face. “I’m a terrible father,” and his chuckle leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

You pick up the untouched third tea and use it to warm your hands. “What makes you think that?” you ask, fingertips tapping against the ceramic sides of the cup.

His answer is almost immediate, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask. “Because I panicked.” As if that single sentence encompassed everything he did wrong tonight.

You frown and set the cup back down, not wanting to break it in a fit of emotions. There’s a strange disconnect between John’s confidence at work and at home. “So? Does being a good father mean knowing everything about parenting? Because in that case, there’s not a single good father in the world,” you say. But your attempts at comfort only cause him to sigh. “Panicking doesn’t always equal death.”

“You know what I mean,” he says.

You shake your head. “No. No, I don’t, John. I can’t read minds. What I can tell, though, is that you did your best to handle the situation.” If only you could extract your memories and play them for him to watch. Then maybe he would finally see what a good father he really is.

“It wasn’t enough,” he deflects.

You place a hand on his shoulder and say, “Yes, it was. Rose is sleeping peacefully down the hall. She’s fine.” You emphasize ‘fine,’ but John shakes his head. Doubt swims in his eyes, churning the blue depths into sheets of glistening glass.

“What about the next time something like this happens?” he counters. You can feel the damped vibrations through the sofa cushions, and you place a hand on John’s knee.

“Then you use what you learned from the previous times and do better,” you reply in an even tone. The two of you stare in silence. You refuse to look away. John wavers underneath your gaze. His lips remain in a thin line, stretched taut like a rubber band. And what eventually happens when you put too much strain on a rubber band?

It snaps.

“Can you hold me?” he whispers, and your heart clenches. You want nothing more than to pick up and carry him to your bed for some well-needed cuddles. But John’s a big man. You’re not sure you could do any of that without struggling.

You shuffle onto his lap and open your arms wide. “Come here.”

John buries himself in your embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Thank you,” he mumbles. His beard grazes your skin, and a giggle bubbles from your throat. The sound causes John to tighten his arms around you. Is this what stress balls feel like when they’re about to explode?

“No problem. I’ll hold you for as long as you want me to,” you say, patting his back. It’s faint, but the scent of his cologne wafts in the air. Notes of bourbon and the smoke from his favourite cigar brand. You breathe it in, wishing you could bottle it up to use when he’s away.

He chuckles, and the resulting vibrations raise the goosebumps on your arms. “I’m afraid you’ll have to surgically remove me from yourself,” he says, burrowing into you.

“Well, that doesn’t seem like the worst thing in the world,” you wheeze, rubbing the burning tips of his ears between your forefinger and thumb.

His voice is small, but it reaches your ears in the serene evening. “You still want to stay?” he asks.

Your lips twist into an amused smile. “Did I ever say I wouldn’t?” You brush your fingers through his hair, fiddling with the grey streaks you find.

“I’m a mess,” he says.

You nod. “Yeah, a hot one.”

“Darling….” he drawls.

“Yes, John?” you say, batting your eyelashes, looking like the epitome of innocence. A sudden attack is launched on your vulnerable sides. “Hey!” you screech as John digs his fingers mercilessly into your waist. You attempt to squirm out of his grasp. If you don’t get away in time, your fight instincts might take over from your flight, and John will learn the hard way not to tickle you.

Although you doubt his reflexes will allow anything to happen. The cheeky bastard’s nearly impossible to catch by surprise since he reacts instantly to any objects hurtling towards him.

“I like hearing you laugh,” John admits, the lines on his face relaxing. The warmth in his eyes stirs that familiar fluttering in your chest. A shudder wracks your body when he absentmindedly rubs circles into your hips.

You peck his nose and lean your forehead on his. “Gets the happy chemicals flowing?” you ask.

John hums, “Mmm.” He teases you again with a quick skim of his fingertips, and you bite your lips to keep quiet. Rose is still sleeping, but a small laugh punches through your teeth. John relents his assault, satisfied for now.

He continues to cling to you like a koala. You think back to what you’ve learned about John since that fateful encounter at the grocery store. “John? Why do you get so insecure when the topic of parenting surfaces?” you ask.

“...Don’t wanna talk about it,” he mumbles. You mentally scold yourself for bringing up a sore subject.

“That’s fine. You don’t have to,” you say.

“What?” John looks at you with wide eyes.

You grin and gently close his jaw before it can reach the ground. “I won’t force you to talk about something you don’t want to,” you say with a shrug.

“Thanks.” The room falls silent, save for the faint ticking of a clock and the unintelligible murmurs of the TV.

“John, you’re really not that bad.” You trace the bags underneath his eyes, frowning at how puffy they are.

“Well, I can’t be a bad father if I’m never around,” he chuckles dryly.

You hesitate before asking, “...Is that what this is about?”

“....”

“I know your job takes you away from home often.” You pause and wrack your brain for the right words to convey what you want to say. “But I wish you could see how Rose smiles when I tell her you’ll return in a few days. Or how she hugs her teddy bear—that you gave her—close every night.” Rose’s enthusiasm for her father’s return never wavers, never changes. You’ve babysitted Rose on and off for months now, and every evening, without fail, you hear the recording in the bear play from her room. “Would we like to see more of you? Of course. But I understand, and I think Rose does to a certain degree, that you have responsibilities and duties to fulfill.”

The right side of John’s lips slant up. “Don’t you ever get tired of cheering me up?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p.’ You stand up and hold a hand out to him. “Now let’s get you to bed, my sad little man.”

“Little?” John chuckles, placing his hand in yours.

“Yeah, 'cause you’re just a sad little guy,” you say.

John blinks slowly and raises his brows. But his expression is soon replaced with amusement. “Is this some kind of internet lingo I’m unaware of?”

“....”

John clicks his tongue. “Your silence speaks volumes.”

You huff and feel like a cat with its hackles raised. “Don’t judge me for how I spend my free time,” you say.

John nods. “Ah yes, reading literature. What were they called again? Fan books?”

“Fanfics,” you correct, tugging him from his seat. “To bed. Now.”

John's eyes crinkle at the corners, and his quiet laughter fills the room. “You don’t need to be ashamed, darling. It could be worse. You could be reading those raunchy romance novels they sell at the grocery store.” You don’t humour him with a response, too busy trying to mask your face with a neutral expression. God forbid John learns about the kinds of things you read in your sacred corner of the internet. “You read the equivalent online, don’t you?” The apples of your cheeks tingle, and your mouth dries.

You clear your throat and begin stacking the cups and saucers. “It’s still late. We need to get some more rest,” you say, setting off at a brisk pace to the kitchen sink. The thud of footsteps follows right behind you. You don’t have to turn around to see how his lips curl into a grin.

“You read those books when you have me?” he asks, mock hurt lacing his tone.

You roll your eyes and set the dishes in the sink; a problem for future you. Turning around, you cross your arms and steel your gaze. “In my defence, some of them actually have a good plot,” you say. John raises a brow, and he does a poor job covering his laugh up with a cough. “Don’t give me that look! Some of them do!” you insist. Literal masterpieces exist on the internet. And they’re free??? Clearly, John’s never binged a fanfic until three in the morning and had an epiphany, only to be left desolate and distraught now that there are no more chapters to be read.

During your internal debate to justify your reading habits, John hoists you over his shoulder and heads to your bedroom.

“Why don’t you recount your favourite one, and we can reenact it, hm?” he suggests, landing a playful smack on your bottom. You flail your limbs to no avail. The heat on your face could burn through the clothes on his back. John glances over at you with a smirk. “You can be quiet, can’t you, love? You did so well last time.” He caresses the back of your thighs, closing the door behind him with his foot.

At least you get a glorious view of his ass from this angle.

End Note:

Listen, don't ask me why I always end up writing some angst when it comes to Dad!Price. I can't help it, it's just ingrained in his DNA. I do have some ideas as to what happened with Rose's mom, and I do want to eventually write Price coming to terms with his grief. But as always, who knows when I'll get to that.

I did think about dragging this out longer. Originally, Price was also supposed to fall sick the next few days and Reader would be nursing him with the help of Rose. But that would have doubled the length and I just wanted this done so I could move on to the next fic 😅

Now it's on to the next fandom on my list! Alas, I am cursed with too many ideas and not enough willpower to write all of them at once.

I'll see you guys at my next hyperfixation! (。・∀・)ノ

Taglist: @mipitt141, @lovecats123451

#john price x reader #cod x reader #john price #captain john price x reader #captain john price #cod mwii #single dad price #gender neutral reader #no y/n #established relationship #fluff #angst #sick fic #Price calls you out #someone give him a hug #Rose is a gem as always

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tangibletechnomancy · 4 months

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Neural Nets, Walled Gardens, and Positive Vibes Only

the crystal spire at the center of the techno-utopian walled garden

Anyone who knows or even just follows me knows that as much as I love neural nets, I'm far from being a fan of AI as a corporate fad. Despite this, I am willing to use big-name fad-chasing tools...sometimes, particularly on a free basis. My reasons for this are twofold:

Many people don't realize this, but these tools are more expensive for the companies to operate than they earn from increased interest in the technology. Using many of these free tools can, in fact, be the opposite of "support" at this time. Corporate AI is dying, use it to kill it faster!

You can't give a full, educated critique of something's flaws and failings without engaging with it yourself, and I fully intend to rip Dall-E 3, or more accurately the companies behind it, a whole new asshole - so I want it to be a fair, nuanced, and most importantly personally informed new asshole.

Now, much has already been said about the biases inherent to current AI models. This isn't a problem exclusive to closed-source corporate models; any model is only as good as its dataset, and it turns out that people across the whole wide internet are...pretty biased. Most major models right now, trained primarily on the English-language internet, present a very western point of view - treating young conventionally attractive white people as a default at best, and presenting blatantly misinformative stereotypes at worst. While awareness of the issue can turn it into a valuable tool to study those biases and how they intertwine, the marketing and hype around AI combined with the popular idea that computers can't possibly be biased tends to make it so they're likely to perpetuate them instead.

This problem only gets magnified when introduced to my mortal enemy-

If I never see this FUCKING dog again it will be too soon-

Content filters.

Theoretically, content filters exist to prevent some of the worst-faith uses of AI - deepfakes, true plagiarism and forgery, sexual exploitation, and more. In practice, many of them block anything that can be remotely construed as potentially sexual, violent, or even negative in any way. Frequently banned subjects include artistic nudity or even partial nudity, fight scenes, anything even remotely adjacent to horror, and still more.

The problems with this expand fractally.

While the belief that AI is capable of supplanting all other art forms, let alone should do so, is...far less widespread among its users than the more reactionary subset of its critics seem to believe (and in fact arguably less common among AI users than non-users in the first place; see again: you cannot give a full, educated critique of something's failings without engaging with it yourself), it's not nonexistent - and the business majors who have rarely if ever engaged with other forms of art, who make up a good percentage of the executives of these companies, often do fall on that side, or at least claim to in order to make more sales (but let's keep the lid on that can of worms for now).

When this ties to existing online censorship issues, such as a billionaire manchild taking over Twitter to "help humanity" (read: boost US far-right voices and promote and/or redefine hate speech), or arcane algorithms on TikTok determining what to boost and deboost leading to proliferation of neologisms to soften and obfuscate "sensitive" subjects (of which "unalive" is frequently considered emblematic), including such horrible, traumatizing things as...the existence of fat people, disabled people, and queer people (where the censorship is claimed to be for their benefit, no less!), the potential impact is apparent: while the end goal is impossible, in part because AI is not, in fact, capable of supplanting all other forms of art, what we're seeing is yet another part of a continuing, ever more aggressive push for sanitizing what kinds of ideas people can express at all, with the law looking to only make it worse rather than better through bills such as KOSA (which you can sign a petition against here).

And just like the other forms of censorship before and alongside it, AI content filtering targets the most vulnerable in society far more readily than it targets those looking to harm them. The filters have no idea what makes something an expression of a marginalized identity vs. what makes it a derogatory statement against that group, or an attempt at creating superficially safe-for-work fetish art - so, they frequently err on the side of removing anything uncertain. Boys in skirts and dresses are frequently blocked, presumably because they're taken for fetish art. Results of prompts about sadness or loneliness are frequently blocked, presumably because they may promote self harm, somehow. In my (admittedly limited) experiment, attempts at generating dark-skinned characters were blocked more frequently than attempts at generating light-skinned ones, presumably because the filter decided that it was racist to [checks notes] ...acknowledge that a character has a different skin tone than the default white characters it wanted to give me. Facial and limb differences are often either erased from results, or blocked presumably on suspicion of "violent content".

But note that I say "presumably" - the error message doesn't say on what grounds the detected images are "unsafe". Users are left only to speculate on what grounds we're being warned.

But what makes censorship of AI generated work even more alarming, in the context of the executive belief that it can render all other art forms obsolete, is that other forms of censorship only target where a person can say such earth-shaking, controversial things as "I am disabled and I like existing" or "I am happy being queer" or "mental health is important" or "I survived a violent crime" - you can be prevented from posting it on TikTok, but not from saying it to a friend next to you, let alone your therapist. AI content filtering, on the other hand, aims to prevent you from expressing it at all.

This becomes particularly alarming when you recall one of the most valuable use cases for AI generation: enabling disabled people to express themselves more clearly, or in new forms. Most people can find other workarounds in the form of more conventional, manual modes of expression, sure, but no amount of desperation can reverse hand paralysis that prevents a person from holding a pen, nor a traumatic brain injury or mental disability that blocks them from speaking or writing in a way that's easy to understand. And who is one of the most frequently censored groups? Disabled people.

So, my question to Bing and OpenAI is this: in what FUCKING universe is banning me from expressing my very existence "protecting" me?

Bad dog! Stop breaking my shit and get the FUCK out of my way!

Generated as a gift for a friend who was even more frustrated with that FUCKING dog than I was

All images - except the FUCKING dog - generated with Dall-E 3 via Bing Image Creator, under the Code of Ethics of Are We Art Yet?

#ai art #generated art #i want to make a stress toy out of that dog #i want to make a squishy stretchy plush toy #with weighted beans so it makes a satisfying THUNK when you throw it at the fucking wall #you did it you bastards you made a dog problematic

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13as07 · 2 months

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Object #5

(Akatsuki)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to m-joice]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,538

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Characters include: Pain/Nagato, Konan, Sasori, Tobi, Kakuzu

Itachi too but he's living his best NPC/background character life

Choking/Slapping

Dry humping

Name Calling: Whiney, Bitch

Death /Violence Threats

Little heated at the end (obviously ^)

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My body aches as Nagato shifts me around, freeing one of his arms to open the door to the hideout. The aches are courtesy of our travel home, the cruel heat of the sun, and Pain's last bit of time to have me to himself.

Our long-term trip was nice and rather enjoyable even if he was the normal brick wall of nonexistent emotions. I like it when I get time alone with Pain, he's a little less 'I want the world to burn' and a little more 'I want the world to simmer'.

But, that's done for now, which makes me a bit nervous. Almost a month away from the other members means a lot of pent-up needs and the promise of them filling their needs cruelly, in any way necessary.

The thought makes me stiffen and causes my fingers to dig into Nagato's shoulders deeper. "We are not even through the door yet, what could you possibly be upset about?" He grumbles, arm back around my leg once the door swings open.

"I'm not upset. I'm just... worried, I suppose."

"Worried about what?" He asks, his tune still bored and a bit annoyed. I'm shifted backward, Pain using me to push the door closed. "Princess, you're upsetting me," he continues to grumble when I don't answer. Nagato takes a slow pace down the hallway, his footsteps silent so as to not startle the other members. "I cannot fix a worry I do not know about."

"Just your... employees," I mutter, burying my head into his neck. His chain necklace is warm for once, the metal weighing on my nose because of my placement.

"They are not employees."

"Then what are they?"

My question is ignored, silence feeling the imaginary space between us. Pain has picked up the habit of carrying me around on his back, insisting it's because he wants to travel further before dark or the occasional excuse that I get tired quicker than he does.

"Why are you worried about the members?" He mutters after a while, stopping at the hallway intersection. Nagato's head swirls back and forth, shifting his decision between heading towards his office or stopping in our room first. "Princess, I am about five seconds away from making sleep outside. Why are you worried about the members?" Pain's patients are almost nonexistent at this point of the day, his anger bubbling the longer I take to answer.

"We were gone for a while and they get a little... needy, is all. I mean, they're always needy when we leave for some personal time but we were gone longer than usual."

"It was not personal time," Nagato mumbles, finally deciding to head towards his office. "It was simply some time away, a break on your body."

"Wasn't much of a break last night," I mutter, picking my head up and scanning the hallway. Sooner or later one of his members is going to pop up. They're all usually home by now unless they're on an away mission.

He's 'displeased' by my comment, proven by him dropping his hold on me. Despite that, his hands shoot up to grip my wrists, helping me slide back onto my feet. "I will take of it."

"Like, stringing Hidan in a tree - take care of it, or?" I ask, balling his robe in my hands, continuing to let the terrorist lead me forward.

"I will inform them at dinner that you are off limits," Nagato huffs out, my questions picking at the minimal amount of patience he has at the moment.

"Explain?"

A deep sigh escapes the man, just a hint of his body deflating alongside the noise. "I will give you forty-eight hours. I will tell them you are not to be touched, and then I will limit them."

"Limit them?" I push, tugging on the cloth in my hold so I can run my hands under Pain's shirt.

His movement stalls, but not before his hand snakes backward to grip my wrists, stopping my plan to feel his skin against mine again. "I will give you a week of no physicality. Your mouth is more than capable of handling them. Is that a suitable time frame for their needs to even out?"

I hum a yes, enjoying the sight and feeling of Pain's fingers knotted alongside mine. "Thank you."

"Be silent, your voice is becoming annoying." The command is harsh but soft enough that I almost miss it when Nagato opens his office door. "I have work to do. If you will be silent you can be a pretty object for me to look at. If a sound spills from you, I will leave you to the members to use until dinner. Am I understood?"

I nod my head, yes, trailing into the small room after the annoyed man. The room is dark, at least until Pain flips the light switch, flooding the room with the soft yellow of its lightbulb. "Find somewhere out of the way to sit," he mutters, dropping our bags on his desk before rummaging through them. "Perhaps you can read your new book as I work."

Again, I nod yes as I curl up against his side, watching him search for one of my newest gifts. "Good, be silent, be out of the way," he mutters, shoving one of the books into my hands.

It's the one on origami I begged him to buy. One of the booths we stumbled upon during our trip was covered in little paper statues, piquing my interest. I saw it as a waste buying the folded papers especially when the person running the stand was also selling 'how to' books, hence why I got my way.

"Now, out from under my feet," Nagato orders, shooing me away. I do as I'm told, finding a space in the room to curl up in and start my new read.

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A knock on the door fills the room, pulling both Pain's and my attention. Despite his insistence that I stay out of the way, I've slowly been tugged into his lap by the unattached man himself. As he looks over different scrolls and papers I don't understand I've been folding scrap papers trying - and failing - to make a swan.

A warning glance is sent my way, a nonverbal command to once again stay quiet and stay out of the way. I do as expected of me, focusing back on my book as I attempt to fold the paper correctly this time. "Come in," Nagato's voice echoes, his arms loose but still very present around my waist. Konan must be the one who knocked.

I'm proven right when the door swings open, the all-business woman standing in the frame. "Welcome back, Pain," she mutters walking into the room. She settles across the table from us, a silent staring contest going on as Konan refuses to acknowledge me and Pain refuses to speak until she does.

Like always, Koana loses. A soft, "Lapdog," is muttered in my direction with a paired glare. It's good enough for Nagato, who goes into a ramble about whatever the hell he did while we were in the Leaf and Sound villages.

Their conversation becomes background noise as I mess with the sheet, my impatience and anger quickly bubbling as I fail at getting the swan to come out right again. Nagato's hand shifts up, cupping my face to massage my jaw which I hadn't noticed was clenching.

"Dumb dog, pay attention" Konan mumbles, ripping the paper from my hands. Her eyes flicker to my book for a second before they settle back on the sheet of paper. My sights trail over her fingers, watching the way she folds the paper. I don't know if I'm more pissed or happy when she tugs on the paper, shifting the page into a proper swan.

Once again her attention shifts to my book, flipping through the pages before she settles on a page. Her eyes scan for a second before she steals another sheet from me.

"As I was saying," Nagato says, arms falling back to my hips. I drown him out, finding it pointless to pay attention to a conversation that'll give me more questions than answers.

Instead, I pay attention to the paper lady, leaning forward to see what page she landed on. Go figure, it's the dog folding technique. Konan is still focused on the conversation, not even bothered to pay attention to her hands as she folds the paper.

Despite the lack of focus, the sheets turn out exactly like the example picture, ticking me off even more. I shouldn't be surprised Konan is good at origami, after all, she is the paper ninja.

Throughout the unofficial meeting, her eyes flicker between Nagato and me, making sure I'm paying attention to the slow movements of her hands and how she folds the paper. By the time she gets up to leave, five little paper statues cover Nagato's desk.

"Pain," she mumbles, nodding her goodbye before turning towards me. "Useless Mutt," she mutters my way before turning on her heels to leave. She leaves behind her folded papers; a swan, a dog, a butterfly, a frog, and a flower.

Nagato sighs, head resting against my shoulder for a second before he turns back to his work. I go back to my scraped papers, slowly folding them in the ways Konan showed me.

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The dining room is tense, the weight of Pain's orders about me hanging in the air. Despite his orders, Nagato toys with the hem of my dress, his boner pressed against my butt as I sit on his lap. I'm not too surprised, his body has grown used to me warming his dick during our meals and for once I'm not.

The room is mostly silent, besides the sound of Itachi and Deidara in the kitchen making dinner. Everyone - besides Sasori - stares at me, everyone soaking in the uncomfortable atmosphere. I swear the sexual tension in the room is thick enough to choke someone.

Sasori's eyes are focused on my hands that toy with the fingers Pain hasn't settled on my thigh. "Puppet?" He calls, glancing at his leader before settling on my fingers again. "Give me your hand."

I let out a hum, turning my attention to the puppeteer. "Why?"

I don't get an answer. Instead, his eyes flicker around as he shifts forward, being careful to wrap up my hand and not touch Pain. Sasori moves slowly, tugging my arm toward him before resting it on the table. His fingertips slide over my skin, shifting the position of my arm how he wants it.

My eyes trail after his movements, curiosity sparked at whatever the puppet master has planned. Sasori's hands duck down, snatching Nagato's attention. Pain's hand tightens on my leg, shifting it further away from the puppeteer. Besides that, Nagato leaves me be, letting Sasori do whatever he has planned.

Sasori's hands jump back up, clenched around a box of markers. He settles the box on the table, snapping the lid open before he looks through the colors. He settles on one, a mossy green.

The room fills with the popping of the top being tugged off the marker, jump-starting the room into normalcy. Conversations pick up, everything from Pain being filled in about recent missions to the weather.

Focuses shift away from me, breaking some of the tension in the room, and putting my body at ease. I settle against Nagato's chest, watching as Sasori hovers his marker over different parts of my arm. The tip dips down, pressing the cool ink into my skin as he trails it over my arm. A continuous line twirls over my skin, starting from the dip of my elbow before ending in a rolled line across my wrist.

Ori mumbles to himself, flapping his hand around to help the ink dry as he focuses on the marker box again. I watch him toy with the colors before tugging two of them out, both slightly different greens from the line pressed into my skin.

Pain glances down, eyes settling on Sasori's fingers gently skirting over my skin as he adds different-sized oval shapes to the line. Nagato's attention doesn't stay there long though, it snaps to the box. He tugs the box over, eyes scanning it before settling it back in place. The big 'washable ink' label faces us, helping me make Pain's actions make sense.

Sasori doesn't seem to care - or notice. His focus is on the ovals, adding details to make them look like leaves. "Two colors?" He says, placing the greens back into their spots.

"Um... orange and purple, I guess," I mutter, watching as he tugs out different shades of my answer.

Ori continues doodling on my arm, trailing different circle-themed shapes against the vine. Now and again his fingertips rub against my arm, smudging and rubbing away the lines he doesn't like. "I am bored, speak puppet," he orders, eyes glancing at me for a second before they fall back to his project.

"Pain got me some new books while we were away," I start, watching for a reaction. It's hard to tell what Sasori likes and doesn't like hearing about. A hum is sent my way as he focuses on filling in the off-brand circles that I've managed to figure out are flowers. "I'm excited about one of them. Well, I'm excited about all of them but the one I'm going to read first is about - "

"This is an unamusing conversation. Talk about something else," he grumbles, getting a pointed look from Pain, one that Sasori doesn't see, but definitely feels. "Please," he adds, his marker being pressed into my skin a bit harsher.

"While I was away we took a detour to the Sound Village. I got to see a weird snake-looking man. His eyeliner was on point though," I ramble, describing the man Pain had a very heated conversation with. That seems to pique Sasori's interest, just enough that his eyes flicker up on occasion as I speak.

When the puppeteer is done with his work, my arm is fanned again to help all the ink dry. The trailing vine is coated in differently shaped leaves. Different shades and designed flowers decorate my skin too, in the orange and purple I requested. "How pretty," Ori mumbles, rubbing his marker-tinted fingertips over the art. "Don't ruin it," he orders, eyes set on me.

"I won't," I answer, getting an approving head nod in return. My eyes trail over the design, causing a smile to tug at the corners of my mouth. What a nifty little artist the puppet master is.

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Itachi's crow waddles around my shoulders, its beak knotting in my hair as it tries to eat it... or maybe it's trying to pluck it, I can't tell. Nonetheless, there's a crow in my hair and a crow-themed boy standing near me.

My little bubble of paradise with Nagato has been popped, leaving him doing something with Konan as I'm left to my own devices. Seeing how tense some of the members are, I've decided sitting on the counter as Itachi washes the dinnerware is probably my safest bet until Pain is back in the building.

So far that's been true. He's on the outskirts of my little world, hands submerged in the sink as I read one of my new books out loud, nodding his head along as I read to him. Occasionally Itachi will murmur, asking me to repeat something he didn't hear or correcting my pronunciation of I word I jumble up, reminding me that he is listening and I'm not wasting my breath.

"Dolly!" Tobi's voice rings out, cutting off my sentence. Itachi's eyes glance towards me before landing back on his task, leaving me to deal with the childish man on my own.

Said man-child is quickly in the kitchen, his body constantly shifting because of his inability to stand still. "Tobs," I call back, scanning the pink paper bag in his hands.

"I did what you said," he says, shaking the bag as he moves closer to me. "I've been waiting forever to share these with you."

"You did what I said?" I ask, setting my book down before I shift on the counter.

"Yes! You said next time I find a sweet treat I should bring you some so you can try it. So, on my last mission, I stopped and got us some jelly beans to share," Tobi rambles on, setting the bag down before he pulls out a couple of bags of jelly beans. He continues to ramble, running around the kitchen in search of a pair of scissors and a bowl.

"That sounds cool, Tobs," I coo, smiling at his little information dump even though I don't understand half the things he's saying. "Thank you for thinking of me."

"Of course, Dolly," he chirps, settling the now jelly bean-filled bowl in my lap. "The pink ones are strawberry flavored. They're my favorite."

"Oh ya?" I ask, digging through the bowl. I pick up a few of the pink-colored ones, popping a few in my mouth before tapping on Tobi's mask.

He's reluctant as he lifts it, his movements slow as he uncovers the bottom of his face. After I drop the remaining ones in his mouth, Tobs snaps his mask back in place. "The orange ones are, well orange. White is melon, purple is grape, the like tan looking ones are peach, and the yellow ones are banana flavored."

I hum in response, picking out a few beans of each color so we - well, so I can try them. Our circle repeats, a few of one color for me, taps to Tobi's mask, his slow shift of the obnoxiously orange face covering, and a few for him.

"Which one is your favorite?" He asks, chewing away at the last favor we tried.

"I'm not sure. They all have their positives and negatives," I answer him, scooping up some more of the sugary snack.

"Or maybe you're just not a jelly bean fan," Tobi giggles, shaking the candy out of my hand before he mimics my previous movements. He picks up some of the snack, picking at them in his palm before plopping them in my mouth like I was doing to him. "I'll get us a different treat next time I'm out. We'll find the candy really, really like."

"Whatever you say, Tobs," I giggle out around my mouth full of jellies.

"Maybe next time I'll grab a box of pocky sticks," he mutters, focused on sorting the beans by flavor. "I'll get all the different flavors for us to try."

"Alright, Tobi." The answer is good enough for Mr Happy-Go-Lucky, who's back to prancing in place as he snacks on and feeds me more of the sweet treat.

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"Why are you never where I need you to be?" A voice rings out, paired with a hand gripping my throat. I'm tugged out of the chair in Nagato's office, where I was curled up to try and read my book again.

The book tumbles to the floor as I'm lifted, another fit of yelling aimed my way before I have time to process who or why I'm being yelled at. "I swear you're the most useless Penny I've ever owned. Why can't you be where I need you?"

It's Kakuzu yelling at me because, of course, it is. I swear the man probably ran around the hideout yelling at me while I was away with Pain, even though I wasn't physically around to piss him off. I'm just the scapegoat for his anger problem.

"Zu," I whimper, trying to wiggle my fingers under his to loosen his grip. It's not as tight as usual, Nagato's little speech at dinner keeping the assassin at bay enough not to leave proof of his disobedience.

"Why are always so whiny? Hm? Why are you such a whiny bitch?" He grumbles, using my throat to lift me over the chair and resting me against his chest. "Forty-four more hours until I can stuff your mouth and stop all that whiny shit," Kakuzu taunts, hands falling to my thighs, gripping them and forcibly rubbing me against his erection.

"Zu," I hiss, clinging to his shoulders and tightening my legs around his waist to try to stop my forced movements. It doesn't work. If anything it encourages him more to dry hump me. "Kakuzu, you heard Pain. Knock it off."

"Tattletale," he groans, shoving my hips into his, leaving himself pressed under my skirt, but stopping the forced grinding.

Somewhat stopping the forced movement. Kakuzu starts moving, causing me to rub against him as he walks around the chair. He plops down in it, making sure I shift and I'm slammed against his dick when he sits down, temporally satisfying his needs.

"Pervy old man," I mutter, shifting so I'm kneeling over his lap instead of having myself pressed into his groin.

Kakuzu's hand swings forward, a warning slap landing on my cheek. It's gentler than normal, again his attempt to be able to deny anything I might tell Nagato, but pain still aches across my skin. "I swear, if you're not whining, you're bitching," he groans, shoving my hips back down so he's against me.

Despite the ridged man being, well, ridged, his fingers still prod at my tingling skin, toying with it. Whimpers spill from me caused by the forced burning under his fingertips, making Kakuzu twitch in his pants. "Penny," his attempt at cooing comes out cold and dark, almost a dare to insult him again. "Even though you are the most useless thing in this world, I have something for you."

"You bought me something?" I ask, tilting my head into his hold now that the burning pain has gone numb.

He chuckles as I scan over his bare face, enjoying the rare sight of it. My fingers jumps up, softly tracing the stitches on his face as the sound of his cocky laughter fills the room. "Of course not. You're not worth spending money on."

"Oh," I hum out, letting my hands tumble to his shoulders. I know it's not in my best interest but I push the collar of his shirt out of the way, tracing the stitches wrapped over his shoulders. "Did you make me something then?"

Again, his cackle rings out, hands tightening around my hips to shove me further up his clothed shaft. "You're not worth the effort. I stole your present off a dead guy."

My thoughts flicker around, everywhere from old coins out of circulation to the dead guy's femur. Kakuzu's laughter only grows from the look on my face, the sound as taunting as ever. "Would you like to see your gift?" He finally asks, his voice coming out as a hiss because of he attempts to silence his chuckles.

"Yes please," I answer, shifting my touch back to his face. It doesn't stay there long though. My fingertips trail up to Zu's loose locks, his hair down for the day since Pain didn't assign any new missions at dinner. It still surprises me how soft Kakuzu's hair is. Though since it's wrapped up in his head coverings most of the time I guess it's not that surprising.

He moves around under me, shifting more than needed so I tumble around his lap as he digs through his pockets. When Zu's hands are placed in front of me, they're both balled up in fists. "Pick a hand, Penny."

The words frighten me a bit, partly because I don't know what to expect, but mainly because Kakuzu never plays fair. "Left," I whisper, getting rewarded with a smack to my cheek and another round of howls from the assassin.

Once again the skin of my cheek stings and aches as Zu rubs it. "You should have seen your face when you realized you failed. It was not as terrible as usual. Perhaps you're not as useless as you seem."

His hands duck behind my back, shifting around to set up for the next round of our game. My heartbeat seems loud in my ears as Kakuzu settles his hands between us again. His glowing green eyes scan my face, a sinister smile resting on his lips as he awaits my answer. "Um... right."

"Are you sure?" He mutters, his eyes tense as he looks down at me.

"Yes," I whisper, snapping my eyes shut in preparation for another failed round. Instead of Zu's big hand making contact with my cheek, a hard and chilled circle is pressed against the sore skin.

Slowly I flutter my eyes open, being met with unamused Kakuzu. "You're a lot more entertaining when you fail," he groans, the hand not pressing the mystery item to my cheek moving to grip my right wrist.

Zu's movements are as rough as always, forcing my wrist upward before shoving the items on my finger. My eyes shift down, looking over the smudged and chunky gold band around my middle finger. "You got me a ring?" I mutter, nervously glancing at the assassin. He's never nice, especially this nice without a 'but' added to the end.

Kakuzu shifts, slouching in the fluffy chair. I'm moved again, rubbing against his hard-on once again as he stretches out. "I killed a rouge for their bounty and stripped the jewelry off them," Zu mutters, his hands toying with my skirt, shoving it up and down my thighs. "The pawn shop I took it to said the ring was fake gold so it's no use to me. Do not get it wet, I don't need a lecture from Pain about turning you green."

"Yes, Sir," I mutter, leaning forward to crash my lips against his. It's a dumb move, a move that'll tempt Kakuzu even more to crack his flimsy obedience to Nagato, but if I give the cold-hearted man some positive reinforcement, maybe he'll do nice things more often. "What do you want in return?" I mumble, refusing to just wait around for the other shoe to drop.

"I told you, the ring is worthless, it would have ended up in the trash," he grumbles, his eyes stuck on my lips as his legs move in circles, rubbing himself against me. "Though a few more kisses would be nice unless you're going to be a loose-lipped bitch and tell Pain."

"Oh, so it's a 'shut up' gift," I tease, trailing kisses across his knitted face. "You just gave me the ring so I wouldn't tattle on your desperate old man humping."

Kakuzu's hand shoots forward again, this time gripping my face, forcing me to look into his liquid emerald eyes. "I could break your fucking jaw or snap your neck, those would be officiant 'shut up' gifts."

My eyes shift, looking at the wall behind him as I tilt my head in his grasp. "Or we could make out."

"Ya, that's what I thought you meant," he grumbles, dropping his hold on my cheeks to shove me against his torso. "Now, stop bitching for once."

"Yes, sir."

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GAMES I PLAYED IN 2023 - SECOND HALF-ISH

here's part 2 of my little review of my 2023 games! somehow this is even more indie than the first half and honestly a lot of games w nonexistent fandoms on tumblr so be the change u want to see in the world i guess!

old man's journey: this is a rly short indie game with an interesting, though very repetitive puzzle mechanic that follows an old man as he goes on an important journey - literally but also figuratively by coming to terms with his past, and at some point the two end up being the same thing. the art style is truly lovely and unique, it gives me big children's book vibes, and the soundtrack is beautiful and touching and so is the story and the ending itself. as i said, the mechanic and actual gameplay could be expanded on, but i knew this going in and played it mostly for the vibes and in that it did not disappoint.

the last campfire: when i talked my wife into playing this i told her it's basically the pacifist puzzle version of dark souls and it truly is. you play as a little ember on their final journey to the last campfire, where all embers go when their light begins to fade. the path is challenging and a lot of embers give up. they become forlorn. it's your desire to help them, if they let you. this game is heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time, such a gentle and touching story with a cast of diverse, likeable characters. the puzzles are all in all pretty doable, though they can get pretty intense at times, but there is a story only mode to remedy that! this one definitely is going on my all time favorites list.

lemon cake: who were you before you wandered into this bakery? doesn't matter, because the ghostified previous owner is now holding you hostage as her successor. this is a little sim/time management game w a super cute style where you upgrade your bakery, cafe and garden to keep making new delicious looking treats and serving your customers in the best way possible until you are worthy of your predecessor's famous lemon cake recipe. this game, as games of this variety tend to do, gets a bit stressful if you want to serve all of your customers before they get angry and leave while also needing to keep an eye on your ingredients and ovens and displays. i really liked all the upgrade options that make your life easier, and i loved combining all the cute pastries into new menus every other day or so to keep customers happy. a bit expensive for the amount of gameplay you get out of it but definitely worth it on a sale!

the gardens between: this game follows a pair of childhood friends through their memories together as they prepare for the move that one of them is about to go through and the inevitable goodbye that will precede it. super touching game with a really cool and unique puzzle mechanic in which you manipulate time and objects at different times throughout the puzzles to get to the solution. can make you kind of dizzy because the levels are built like spirals so the camera does a lot of spinning, but i'm sensitive to this and was fine when i went slow and took breaks.

book of travels: hoooo boy this is a big one. this game is marketed as a tmorpg (because the servers are TINY) and it definitely makes it work. most of this game is just exploring around, doing little tasks and finding your way since the game doesn't tell you at all what to do, it's all up to how you play it. do you want to do some combat? figure out what the fuck happened in kasa, the closed capital? become a fisherman? just trade and collect cool looking things? the braided shore is your oyster and it is a beautiful one with the painterly art style and great music and ambiance. still in early access and therefore quite buggy sometimes, but definitely one of my faves w a lot of potential.

capybara spa: made by the same person as lemon cake, you can really see the similarities in terms of the cutesy style, but i think it's a lovely thing to look at. this is just a little clicker where you run a spa for capybaras and their little critter friends and keep levelling up to add more and more spa options and extras to give them the special treatment they deserve! i assume this game could get a bit overwhelming since there's a lot to keep an eye on at all times, but there are no time constraints and no punishment so you can take your time and get sucked in for hours, which this game is very good at doing.

tiny echo: in this point and click game you play as a funky little guy w an eye for a head who delivers letters to their spirit inhabitants with a minimal amount of puzzling involved. i mainly played it because i wanted to check out more games by the book of travels devs, and it was a nice experience, though it also doesn't really stand out for me. very short game, maybe a bit short for the price, but i played it from a shared library so skdjfhksdjf

cosmic wheel sisterhood: i got nothing bad to say about this one. you play as an exiled fortune telling witch who breaks after years of solitude and forms a forbidden pact. the cast of witches (and other creatures) is diverse, i liked both the characterizations and the interactions between characters (also a lot of them are very hot so that helps). the big mechanic of this game is that you use elemental energy to craft your own tarot cards from a selection of card backgrounds and elements and then you use these to tell people's fortunes, which in turn gives you more energy. depending on your selections, the cards will have unique names and different meanings, and i enjoyed seeing all the cards i or others could come up with. the story is intense and emotional, but to me, definitely in a good way. though there are several outcomes and so far i've only tried one. definitely replay value there. just be wary because despite including trigger warnings, they forgot one for cancer so be informed and do not be like me ADJHKAJSDHA

planet zoo: i tried this after i saw my wife play it because growing up i was crazy about zoo empire and zoo tycoon. i don't have much to say about this one because though you have a whooooole bunch of freedom in designing your zoo, the enclosures and even every single building, that freedom was a bit overwhelming for me so i never ended up rly getting into it. also not a huge fan of big capitalism expansion packs system, but hey. it definitely is a pretty, very neat game.

cats & dogs organized neatly: it's like static tetris. but with animals. you click on them and they bark and meow and you can SPIN THEM MANY TIMES as jazzy music plays in the bg. as you go you unlock more funky little boys n girls and they all have funny little bios and names. i broke my brain on some levels but didn't mind looking up some solutions in favor of the vibe! i enjoyed both of these and will definitely play the birds sequel that's set to come out this year! another german dev shoutout these were great games. they're very small and quite cheap but you can also get these on sale for like 2 euros KSJFHAKSFA

toem: truly the year of photography games for me, but i think vibe wise this one was my favorite. just a funky lil guy in a black and white world going on their first photography pilgrimage to toem, the famed natural phenomenon of their world. i loved all the little quests, the different worlds and the endless filter options and the soundtrack was great too. honestly greatly recommend, i don't own this game but i plan to buy it to replay!

pupperazzi: yet another photography game! this one's all about dogs, and it's delightful and wonky and just a good casual time with less story elements than the other mentioned photography games. not groundbreaking but great fun.

luna the shadow dust: this game follows a young apprentice mage back up the tower that he's grown up and studied in to face the consequences of his past mistakes. lovely art style, music, and puzzle mechanics, especially the use of light and shadow. i've wanted to play this one for a while and i'm really glad i did, i liked the story a lot even though it got quite sad.

alba: WAIT this one too is a photography game that i honestly might like even more because its story is so touching. you play as alba who is visiting her grandparents for the summer. the natural reserve on their island is about to be sold to be turned into a hotel, so her and her friend decide to start a petition to save it and help clean up the island and rescue animals in need as well as documenting the wildlife to change people's minds! truly one of the most heartwarming games i played in my life, 10/10 i cried at the sad part sdjkhksd

röki: this one's...a lot. the main character of this game, tove, lives in a little cabin with her dad and her very whimsical little brother who she's basically taking care of on her own because her dad has been incredibly depressed since his wife passed away. when a mythical creature attacks their house and abducts her little brother, tove has to enter a magical mirror world. there she has to help all the other mythical creatures in hopes of reawakening the forest spirits, who have been plagued by nightmare parasites, and finding a way to get her brother back. lovely puzzles and wintery vibes, but a truly heartbreaking story that gets more and more messed up every time she faces a nightmare parasite and with it, more of her past and the events that lead to her mother's death. despite the heavy undertones this is still a good game if you're ok with some tragedy and slight horror elements askjfhakjsfas

stardew valley: i forgot to add this one in the previous post bc i actually played it in early 2023. not my first time and will not be my last time either. still a queen among farming sim peasants and i'm looking forward to restarting our little farm w my wife after the next big update!

#gaming year in review #my games #this one got so long it refused to let me put the bullet points #but oh well its mostly for me anyway #if anyone reads all of this ur a champ #(i know my wife will hi baby i love you ty for supporting my gamer girl journey)

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tanenigiri · 1 year

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I wanted to make another post last week, but when I saw the preview for Episode 5, I figured that I should talk about Episodes 4 and 5 together since it looked like they were gonna be parallels (and I was right!). So continuing from my post about Episodes 1 and 2, here are my stray thoughts and ramblings about Our Dining Table's third, fourth, and fifth episodes.

(Once again, this has some spoilers for people who haven't read the manga, so proceed with caution.)

As much as I want to endlessly gush about Yutaka and Minoru and their 11/10 dynamic, my first bullet point goes to gushing about a fantastic new addition to the series who's (technically) show-exclusive: Ohata, one of Yutaka's co-workers. I said in my previous post that I was looking forward to seeing how they expound on Yutaka's work life with the show, and Episodes 3 and 5 were pretty much everything I could've asked for in that regard. As early as the first episode, we see Ohata as the one who makes the effort to include Yutaka in the conversation, even if he's closed himself off from the rest of his officemates. So it's nice to see that she's the one who first witnesses the changes in Yutaka's demeanor, and it's great to see how genuinely happy Ohata is to see her officemate break out of his shell.

I also want to emphasize that Yutaka's dynamic with Ohata was only made possible by his dynamic with the Ueda family. The show presents this pretty directly - Yutaka asking for help from Ohata was because he wanted to impress Tane and Minoru with his nonexistent bento-making skills, after all - but Ohata herself brings up that not only is this the first time Yutaka's asked anyone in the office for help, but also how Yutaka really cares about the person he's making this bento for.

That last part becomes especially more poignant once we get to Episode 4 and it's revealed just how scarring Yutaka's childhood was, especially when it came to sharing meals. No wonder he volunteers to make a bento for Tane even if he didn't know how to make one - Yutaka's now in a position to make sure that this child he cares about gets to experience meals in the best way possible. In other words, he wants to make sure that Tane never experiences what he did in his childhood, and if that means pain-stakingly perfecting how to turn sausages into octopi over the course of several weeks, then so be it.

I'll reserve my comments for how messed up Yutaka's adoptive family is in a later episode, as I'm pretty sure that there'll be a scene that goes even deeper into this (assuming they follow the manga), but let me just say: Wow what a horrible family. I don't blame Yutaka for closing himself up to the world at all, and it makes his breakthroughs with the Uedas all the more impressive.

Yutaka isn't the only one experiencing these breakthroughs - we see in Episode 5 that Minoru is also healing from his past thanks to his meals with Yutaka. That scene with his old college classmate was repurposed from how it was presented in the manga - it was part of a flashback in a much later chapter in the manga but was brought forward here - but it makes a lot of sense to do so as, like I said in my previous post, they're bringing Minoru's conflict to the spotlight a lot earlier, and I think that's a very good decision for the narrative. He is clearly still dealing with a lot of baggage from losing his mom and having to take on the mantle of being a second parent to Tane, and I'm sure how that old college classmate reacted to Tane's antics was par for the course for him. So to see Yutaka not only take these antics in stride, but also prioritize Tane's well-being over his own feelings about the situation - I'm sure Minoru feels overwhelmed.

And that's not even taking into account Minoru's attraction to Yutaka - which, yes, it is a major factor, and the actor is doing a fantastic job in conveying this pining. But, really, with how Yutaka already treats Tane like his own little brother, how could Minoru not fall in love with him?

That shot in Episode 2 with the shoes is still my favorite (it's become a wallpaper lol), but that sequence in Episode 5 with Minoru making ramen fried rice and being paralleled with a memory with his mom is definitely up there. What an absolutely heartbreaking sequence.

I get how frustrating it seems that Minoru and Yutaka don't seem to be getting the opportunity to talk about the latter's encounter with his brother, but if they're doing what I think they're doing, I really think the build-up to this conversation is worth it. The manga had a similar build-up to this reveal (though it was slightly shorter) so I'm hoping it pays off in a future episode.

We were robbed of Minoru saying that Yutaka's brother was a looker but wasn't his type. Absolutely my biggest complaint about the show so far as that line is Top 3 for the manga. (I have a tiny sliver of hope that it'll come up in a later episode in a different context but I might as well say this now lol.)

(Okay but my actual biggest complaint about the show so far is how there's a pretty heavy use of flashbacks to previous scenes already seen in the show. I'm told that this is actually normal for dramas, but still, there are so many interesting extra scenes they could use to fill the space instead. Give me more of the Minoru-and-his-boss-in-the-ramen-shop dynamic or the Yutaka-and-his-officemates dynamic instead please and thank you)

To those who have read the manga: On a scale of 1 to Minoru at the park in Episode 4, how excited are you for next week's Christmas episode? That is by far my favorite chapter of the manga and I am so, so looking forward to seeing how they tackle it here.

I admit that I was initially worried about the adaptation as I love the manga so much so I had sky-high expectations, but it is such a delight to watch every time. Everything they've added to the story so far makes a lot of sense and only elevates the narrative. And since we're getting into the meat of the story, I can only see it getting better from here.

#our dining table #bokura no shokutaku

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angelbabyblog777 · 2 months

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New moon in Aquarius

This new moon on Friday February 9th, 2024 at 5:59pm is "closer to the earth." Which makes it particularly powerful.

1:41pm angel number confirmation.

New moons symbolize fresh starts, new beginnings. They have the potential for growth and transformation. New moons are a good time for intention setting and focusing on our hearts desire.

Aquarius is a fixed air sign. It is said that they represent a water bearer, from the origin of the latin word. When I hear this, I think of the fact that aquarius may hold the weight of the collective's ~feelings~ and emotions. They may be empaths who need time to recharge by passion projects and feeling like they are positively impacting the world & collective consciousness. Ruled by Uranus, Aquarius is one of the oldest constellations recognized in the second century. Uranus governs innovation, technology and surprising events. They are clever, assertive, confident, progressive and innovative! My sister is an aquarius sun and this all checks out. She is a school psychologist and a big thinker.

Air signs, personally, are hard to understand by me, a water, earth and fire dominant. It is said that they are technical thinkers with a distinctive attitude. The way I understand them most is their attitude for I am a heavily fixed sign person.

So, with this information, what would this Aquarius full moon represent for the collective?

Aquarius is the 11th sign of the zodiac, following Capricorn and before Pisces, the end of the yearly cycle. While Capricorn may represent foundations, tradition and the building blocks of society, Aquarius represents community building. Making sure everyone is included, sharing their diverse strengths to make this world a better place. You may want to take a look at how society has shaped you. It has a direct impact on your home life, your family, our schooling and how we are raised.

The moon is all about our hidden, emotional side. This is the start of a new cycle and it would be good to re-evaluate past cycles and intentions. What are your intentions as of late? Are they nonexistent? Are you indifferent? Are you just trying to get by? I have noticed a lot of people standing up for what is right, facing the adversities in schools, in the USA government and the unfair treatment a lot of United States citizens are going through. I believe we are slowly moving from the Age of Pisces to the Age of Aquarius. What does that mean to you? It reminds ME of the revolution..

Aquarius to me is a happy go-lucky-sign that also works to get things done. They may not want to, but they do what they have to do to survive.. don't we all? I'm excited to embrace a world where we don't have to give our life away to work we don't believe in. A world where we're essentially being slaves to closed-minded thinking and old patterns. I'm hoping for a world of barter and trade, of learning a craft, perfecting it and then learning some more!

For this Aquarius New Moon, ask yourself what intentions will align you with your truest, highest self. What sets your soul on fire, in the best way possible? What brings tears to your eyes because they're overfilled with joy? Is life supposed to be stressful? What feels like joy to you but still allows you to get what you need to get done? What do you want to do with this life?

You have the power to change the patterns no longer serving you and the collective. You have all the power to change your life, to shift your way of thinking, to sit and be still. You have all the power to manifest the life of your dreams. When you focus on what your soul desires, you shift into that energy. As soon as you embody the energy you desire, you attract likeminded individuals that BELONG in your life! What feels better than the people around you understanding you and having the desire to make life better for the collective whilst genuinely enjoying life?! A sense of community is something that cultivates peace and feels like a warm hug in this world turned cold.

Happy New Moon, have a blessed night! Thanks for reading with me! <3

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incoming thirsttt, 'cause i'm needy: i just can't stop thinking about college au naruto struggling with his grades, and reader keeps tutoring him and gives him bjs whenever he does particularly well on a subject she helped him out with.

like i just know that man would turn into einstein all of sudden just to get his dick sucked as many times as possible, byeeee. he is a really determined type of personality after all; so manz is practically hopping to the next exam. calculator ready in hand, pencil sharpened bahah 😭

Ooooof, girl. Yes! I swear, you have the best ideas, how do you do it!?

I'm making him frat!Naruto, because he has been on my mind lately... Also I've never actually taken thirsts so I made this into a drabble, I hope that's okay?

NSFW beneath the cut. Minors - DNI!

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, oral sex (m!receiving), modern AU, frat!Naruto

"Oh yeah, sweetheart," Naruto moans, shoving you further down his cock. "Feels so good."

Through blurred vision, as mascara tears streak down your face, you shove him further down your throat, licking the rim of his head gently with the back of your tongue. You swallow him as best you can, using your hand to stroke down the length of him you can't fit into your mouth.

His finger nails dig into your scalp as he throws his head back, his raspy moan encouraging you to continue your assault on his girth. You have no care for the lack of air in your lungs, or the way his precum burns down your throat - all you can focus on is the way he sounds, his greedy hands that push you past the point of no return.

Waves of hot pleasure rush between your thighs. Only Naruto had the ability to get you this wet just from sucking him off. You imagine yourself from his view: messy makeup, knees digging into the plush carpet of his frat room, damp hair falling around your face, hallowed cheeks, and you can tell he's close from the way he needily thrusts his hips up, gagging you.

"S-Sorry, baby," he husks, grabbing a fistful of your hair. "Gonna come in that pretty throat of yours."

"S'okay, Naruto," you murmur, "Do it again."

Naruto freezes. "What - choke you?"

You reply by shoving the tip of your tongue into his slit, more salty liquid dripping onto your tongue, and you moan a small 'mhmmm'. You lock your gaze on his deep blue eyes, hazy with lust and adoration as he watches you, unblinking.

His lower lip is sucked in-between his teeth, his hands shaking against your head. You enjoy the way you can destroy him with only your mouth, the way his demeanor completely shifts and changes the moment he receives an 'A' on an exam you helped him with.

He tries to act nonchalant. He tells you when you're out with his frat friends, in public, casually.

"Yup," he said, clasping his hands behind the back of his head casually. "Another A. Thanks for your help again, by the way." The way he says your name is playful, a tone that wouldn't stand out to anyone else. But you know the truth, could feel the tension between the vowels.

When he says your name, everything stops. The world is still. In a room full of people, it's suddenly just him and you, and as you stare him down, you see the shift. His shoulders relax, his lips twitch upwards, his eyes sparkle with that proactive hint of deep navy. There is an invisible thread between the two of you that is pulled so taut, you think it might snap.

"No problem," you replied simply, shrugging him off. "I am always happy to help relieve your... tension."

Naruto let slip a choked whine as you pulled up and licked round his length. His eyes were tightly shut now, his breath almost nonexistent.

"Gag me." That was all you said, as you once again shove him down your throat with vigor.

Naruto didn't even warn you - he didn't have time - his cock spurted hot liquid down your throat in quick bursts, and all he could say was "fuck-c-coming-fuckfuck". You swallowed all that you could before pulling back and allowing the rest to run out past your lips and down Naruto's shaft, dripping onto the floor.

Your small hand worked his cock quickly, finishing him off even as you gasped and the last bit of white liquid splattered onto your lips and chin. You smiled up at him while you licked the thin film of arousal off your lips. Naruto whined - actually whined - as you rubbed the last bit of his high out of him and rested your soft cheek against his cock.

"Fuck, baby," Naruto's breathing was shaky as you raised from your knees, sliding your coated palms up his abs. "Always so good to me.”

His feral smile turned tender, curtaining you in a warm, golden hue. Naruto wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you into his lap, his tongue curling around your earlobe as his teeth graze against your sensitive skin. His strong hand rubs down your stomach as a deft finger gently swirls over your clit and he sinks his teeth into the skin of your ear.

“But you know, I’ve been studying more than just classroom stuff. Like I know now that when I press right... here...”

He applies pressure to your clit, flicking it swiftly to the left as your vision goes black and you arch your back into him, moaning his name out aggressively.

His mouth trails to the skin of your shoulder and he smirks against you as he continues rolling his finger over your clit, sweet and sticky arousal dripping from you with each swipe.

“Shhh,” he coos, sucking the skin where your shoulder meets your neck into his mouth, “Don’t want the whole frat house to hear you now, do we?”

But judging from the way he bites your neck, the way he adjusts his hand to allow his thick fingers to push into your drenched walls as his thumb rubs languid circles against your clit, the way his cock is already hard again and pressing aggressively into the small of your back...

You are pretty sure the whole frat house heard you come. All four times.

#naruto x you #frat naruto #naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto fanfiction #azurelyy scribbles #beautiful biscuit #naruto drabble

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grelleswife · 1 year

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I feel like I'm treading dangerous territory but like, Yana drew Edward and Paula dancing at the end of the Weston College arc and they both were blushy and looked full of tension. Could they be a ship that's okay, or is there something wrong there?? I feel like Ed and Paula are around the same age, she may be Lizzie's servant but I think she's pretty young?

*bangs head against the wall, repeatedly and with extreme force*

Some people reach so far to justify shipping Kuro’s adult characters with minors that they’re at serious risk of tearing a muscle or damaging their tendons. 😑

Although I was unable to track down solid confirmation of Edward’s or Paula’s ages, we do know that Edward was attending Weston College, which Yana modeled after real British boarding schools, during Chapter 81 (when the dance that anon mentioned takes place). One such institution, Eton College, lists the age range of its pupils as 13-18, which is generally consistent with what we’ve seen of Weston’s student body. Thus, it’s unlikely that Ed is older than 18. Keeping in mind, however, that he was Herman Greenhill’s fag at the time, it’s possible that he was even younger (closer to 16 or 17) during the Weston arc.

While Paula certainly isn’t a shriveled old crone, she looks a bit more mature than Edward; my best estimate for her age would be early twenties? Even in these flashbacks from Chapter 129, where Paula reflects on her years of service to Lady Elizabeth (note how Lizzy appears younger in the rightmost panel), the maid has either already reached adulthood or is on the cusp of it. I also find it difficult to believe that Frances would hire a tween still wet behind the ears to care for her daughter!

Furthermore, the context of the scene in question isn’t necessarily a romantic one. As my friend and frequent collaborator @bapydemonprincess noted in this post, Mey Rin and Soma are also cheerfully dancing together, even though she’s in her mid-twenties and he’s in his teens—no ships sailing from that harbor! Instead, they bear a closer resemblance to a mother-son pair. Likewise, Frances is sharing a dance with Tanaka; unless Yana’s cooking up an unhinged plot twist in which the marchioness’s tastes in men secretly verge on the geriatric, I think it’s reasonable to assume that this interaction, too, is platonic in nature. So why jump to the conclusion that Edward must be in love with his sister’s maid because they’re participating in the same innocuous social activity?

A blush alone does not sexual tension make. The characters pictured here are in high spirits and physically exerting themselves—it’s perfectly natural for them to get a little flushed in the process. From what I recall, Edward takes after his mother in terms of his earnest, straightlaced nature, so he might also have grown awkward and flustered in such close proximity to a woman (Victorian morals and all that).

Shipping a rarepair with flimsy to nonexistent textual support is certainly no crime; I myself am guilty of that offense many times over. But warping harmlesss interactions between underage boys and grown women into something with sexual and/or romantic underpinnings? We don’t do that in this household. 😤

#kuro asks #kuroshitsuji #edward midford #paula #why are some of y’all LIKE this? 😭#my god #i’m so tired

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shauntamae · 4 days

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Hey yall, Hey! This may possibly be a difficult blog to follow with so a bit of a disclaimer. Some of my family history with mental illness, drug addiction and abuse will be mentioned. Please protect your heart and mind and proceed with caution if you so choose to continue reading.

I sit almost daily with my thoughts. One in particular, "my life was/is a shit show. There's no way people are going to believe I went through all of this." While I am an open book, some stuff I hold close because of this very thought. In all honesty, this thought is encompassed with fear and protection. I'm afraid that some of the deepest darkest things I've experienced won't be believed. Sure, who cares? Well, I do. If I'm not believed, then Little Me is silenced again. AND THAT THOUGHT is still what needs healing!

I came into this world swinging. My biological mother was addicted to crack/cocaine. She hit before I made it earthside, and I was born addicted as well. I used to be ashamed that I was "Crack baby." Especially growing up in the 90s. The many foster homes I jumped around to had no problem bringing it to my attention. I was slightly bullied for being a crack baby, a foster kid, and having a mother who was addicted to it and known for sleeping around town to get it. I say slightly because I learned how to fight early, and I didn't play those games. I also knew my mother was going to come back for me, and if you said anything that didn't align with that, I was meeting you on the blacktop or the streets... imagine little 5 year old me scrappin. Yeah... I know... Plot twist. She never came and that was the best thing that could ever happen. Save this for another blog.

I fought away from home because I could never fight at home. I say quite often that my memory from childhood is a blessing and a curse but mostly a curse. I remember my first assaults happening while I was in pull-ups. I didn't understand what was happening, clearly, but I remember being told that it was okay, because this is how "dads show their love" My biological father was nonexistent but my foster parent at the time had a boyfriend... And we were to call any man she had "dad"... I was potty trained fairly early, however, I'd have accidents quite often... sometimes they were true accidents out of fear and other times once I caught on... they were intentional. Somehow, I felt a whooping was far greater than "dad's love" and other times, well, both were equally unbearable.

I became too much of a problem for this foster home and eventually social services came and got me. I moved to another foster home but I never escaped the assaults and the abuse. Each home I went to became worse than the one before. The physical, emotional, mental, sexual abuse I endured is unfathomable at times. I also sit and wonder how I really went through this all and managed to make it to this day to write about it all. The simple answer is God! I'm a firm believer that He covered my heart and mind for all of these years because He knew there was a purpose far greater than I could have ever dreamed for myself and nothing... NO THING OR PERSON was going to stop that. To say I don't struggle mentally about it all would be a lie. I have PTSD, depression and anxiety. Looking at me, you'd have no idea but baaaaaby it's rough. However, I do the work to heal and find healthy coping mechanisms to get me through on the hardest days.

Peloton plays a huge role in my mental fortitude. On days when I am unable to get into a therapy session, I check in to therapy on my bike, mat, or treadmill. Movement is really medicine. I say all of this to say that we all have stories. We all have journies, and while they may not all be the same, one thing we all hold in common is our truth. We all hold autonomy over them, and there isn't a soul on earth that can take it from us. So, while my story (this is a TINY fraction of what I've endured) is absolutely horrid and unbelievable to someone out there, my truth is mine. I KNOW there's someone out there who is living or lived, maybe even a fraction of what I did who needs to hear it and may find solace in knowing they are not alone and that there's so much beautiful life to be lived beyond the confinment of our Trauma. For that very reason, I will continue to honor not only the things that have made me the person I am today, but I will forever honor Little Me, who deserves to be free and validated... BY ME! May you find the courage one day to do the same!

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r0und3bitch · 2 years

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Twin Flames ❤️‍🔥 Blurb: I'd Do Anything To Make You Smile (His Version)

MASTERLIST

Notes: I'm back and I'm so fucking happy I could cry!!! It has been far too long my friends. I made this post explaining earlier about what inspired the title. I originally had this planned as two separate blurbs which is why this is a bit long. This takes place sometime after Part 5. I would highly recommend reading this blurb (Wreck My Plans) as this is what inspired this whole thing. Shown in the mood board as well, this is a better view of the dress Y/N tries on that Rafe picks out for her and this is a better view of the top Alexis who worked at the store picked out for Y/N that she bought. A huge I love you to anyone who is still here and reading. I adore you more than I can possibly explain. I'm sorry it's been so long.

Warnings: S M U T!!!!!!!! Rafe and Y/N literally just fawning over each other the entire time.

It’s sweltering hot outside when you finally push past the office doors into the sticky early afternoon air. It’s barely past lunch time but it feels like you’ve been here forever, stuck in meetings with your father who was in a fairly ripe mood.

You stop altogether when you look up to see his truck parked directly in front of the building. Before your brain can catch up, you’re already hearing his voice.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.”

His shit eating grin that you’re met with as you lock eyes through the open passenger seat window is the best thing you’ve seen all day.

You’re laughing now too, unable to remotely help it but still utterly confused.

“What’re you-?”

Rafe jokingly rolls his eyes before reaching for the handle, exiting quickly as he makes his way around the truck over to you.

His appearance throws you a bit, making you freeze up more in pure admiration of him.

His now long hair is pushed back slightly, the typical gold chain dangling mesmerizingly under his button up. For a reason you couldn’t really put your finger on, you felt like you were seeing the realest version of him in this moment, like you were seeing a version of him that he was ready (begging almost) to finally show you.

“What’re you doing here?” You finally ask but he just ignores your question, that familiar goofy grin already taking over his face as he bends down to kiss you, effectively cutting off any more of your interrogation.

He moves away an inch or two, still without any explanation before winking at you.

“Get in the truck…” he whispers, taking a step or two back as he reaches for the passenger door handle.

His other hand reaches out towards yours, taking it (as he jokingly rolls his eyes again at your confusion) as he pulls you slightly towards him, ready for your inevitable questioning.

“Why?” You ask, eyebrow raised threateningly but Rafe can see you’re trying to hold back your excitement, wishing you wouldn’t, wanting so badly to just see you let go.

His head dips down to level with yours, nearly resting his lips on yours as he speaks.

“Because I have a surprise for you…”

He closes the nearly nonexistent gap between the two of you, pressing your lips together for a long second before you feel him wrapping his hands around your waist, making you gasp slightly as he lifts you up into the truck.

The door shuts behind you as he makes his way over to the driver's side. You’re already pulling out your phone to put on a song as Rafe pulls out onto the main road when he hears J.Cole come through the speakers a few moments later.

You’re a bit thrown off when Rafe pulls into the street leading to the ferry to the mainland.

“Where are we going?” You question lightly.

He laughs slightly as he throws his arm over your seat.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t really be a surprise, would it?”

He knows his response will only drive you more crazy but he also knows how much you love surprises. He’s so elevated beyond the point of excitement to spoil the living shit out of you that Rafe can barely contain himself but tries to play it cool as he throws his truck in park to pay the attendant.

It’s a beautiful day out. As he glances over at you in the passenger seat, hair blowing back in the wind, sun kissing your skin so softly, he’s jealous of the rays hitting you, wanting to feel his hands over every inch of your skin the same way the sun's rays seem to be hugging you.

The smile you shoot at him sends a wave of emotions straight to his stomach, making his heart race to an alarming rate.

You stay quiet next to him, letting him have this…for now.

When Rafe pulls up to a valet, your eyes bulge as you read the sign on the giant building, starting to slightly piece together what his surprise could be.

After generously tipping the valet, he leads you over towards the front of the building where two security officers are standing. Next to you, Rafe is positively beaming as he approaches them easily.

“Afternoon!” As he nods at the guards who return his easy smile. “Rafe Cameron.”

One of them nods back in acknowledgment as he glances at the other guard.

“We’ve been expecting you. I’ll let them know you’re here Mr. Cameron. My partner will lead you inside. You two have a wonderful afternoon.”

The other guard holds the door open for you both as the original one starts speaking into his handheld transceiver.

“Right this way, please!”

“Rafe…”

“C’mon now, Y/N/N, you heard the man.” Rafe giggles as he places his hand on your waist to guide you into the massive designer department store.

Your mind is having a hard time processing as you walk through what feels like miles of racks of clothing. Nearly every single color known to man is laid out in front of you as your eyes try to take it all in, noticing another detail.

“Wait. There’s…” you glance around expectedly, “I’m surprised there’s not more people here…”

Rafe’s been waiting for this moment all fucking day.

“I’m not…considering I rented out the entire store for us today.”

His words had the literal exact effect he’d hoped for as you halt in his arms, face craning up to his quickly with arguably the most shocked expression Rafe has ever seen on you. His pride in making you utterly speechless just boosts his confidence as he guides you further into the store, stopping as a pretty young woman comes out from behind the main desk.

“Good Afternoon!” Surprisingly, she approaches you first, extending her hand for yours. “You must be, Y/N!”

She takes you in, glancing at you up and down as her smile widens.

“Mr. Cameron wasn’t exaggerating, you are gorgeous!”

If your brain wasn’t short circuiting in that moment you would’ve thanked the kind young woman but all you’re able to do is smile up at her. You can feel Rafe glancing down at you now, all too familiar with what it feels like to be under his gaze.

“Told you…”

“I’m Alexis! Welcome! We have a beautiful afternoon ahead of us, if you’d follow me this way.”

She leads you into a massive dressing room, full of plush velvet couches and chairs. There’s mirrors on every wall and even more racks of clothing, full of the most beautiful garments you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“I’m the lead stylist here at the store. Mr. Cameron already gave me some suggestions that I’ve pulled for you here!”

She gestures towards the rack of clothes you’d just been ogling as you walked in.

She gives her little spiel about the store, the clothes, all the bells and whistles as your body literally vibrates with excitement.

Rafe rented out this entire store for you. Rafe called the stylist to pick out clothes for you. Rafe listened to you in the car the other day, literally took what you said and ran with it as your mind went back…

“So, you want to go shopping and try on little outfits for me, huh?” He teases, squeezing your thigh as your hands grip the steering wheel hard.

His touch, while surprising, is undeniably gentle yet still sends shock waves through your body. You laugh wickedly at his question and the partial whole truth to it.

“Y/N, I think I know you well enough by now to know you don’t seem like the type of girl to shy away from being spoiled.”

“I’m not….” You press him further.

“… would you like that?” You question him.

He’s surprised by your playful words (not the confidence behind them) but the sheer amusement doesn’t leave his face. He bites his bottom lip, leveling up, ready to give you all he’s got back, aiming a hard look at you, voice thick, teasing.

“…..would you, sweetheart?”

His words. This moment. Another thing that you truly can’t explain is how hard his words penetrate every part of your body, smoothly unraveling any shred of decency you were holding onto. How can one man make your body light up with three simple fucking words? He knows his words have the desired effect when he sees your lips slowly part, eyes searching his face.

You quickly close them, biting both lips between your teeth to suppress your shit eating grin threatening to burst.

Holy shit how did this feel so good with him? The banter? The playfulness? Being in his presence, being so naturally yourself?

You were certain in that moment that the happiest place on earth was under Rafe Cameron’s irresistible spell, his truly blissful charm, light as a feather, making you feel the best you’d ever felt. You lean into whatever this new kind of need you’ve manifested is, this kind of drug wholly unknown to you.

“Yeah. I would like that, actually.”

Your stomach actually twists at the thought of him sitting outside of a dressing room, waiting to see whatever ravenous outfit you’d picked out for him… The thought literally sends you wild.

Little do you know, that exact same thought is currently tormenting his brain, exciting him in ways he can’t even begin to understand.

“Me too….”

You laugh. A real, genuinely sweet laugh as your hand reaches out to instinctively cup his cheek, your thumb running over his temple as you smile back just as sweet.

“Rafe Cameron… I think that’s literally my dream come true…” you hesitate.

Fuck it, it’s all true. Every word.

“Ya know…you’re kind of a dream come true…”

….

Back in reality, Alexis smiles up at you warmly as she pours a glass of champagne for you and Rafe.

“I’ll let you two go ahead and start browsing. Like I said I’m right up front at the desk if you need anything, recommendations, different sizes or fits, I’m more than happy to assist.”

She smiles again at both of you as she turns and walks out of the room, finally leaving just you and Rafe alone with the realization of his surprise out in the open between you two.

As you look up at this beautiful boy, you can’t think of a single time in your entire life when you’d felt this happy.

That realization alone sparks the forces of nature that bring you to quite literally throw yourself into his arms. Rafe catches you in an instant, lips meeting yours in a blazing kiss as his hands grip under your thighs to lift you up onto his torso.

You each pull away to only briefly to meet eyes.

“You ready to make all of your dreams come true, baby girl?”

Both of your minds catch onto the double meaning behind his words.

You’d never been more ready in your entire life.

You nod eagerly into his neck as Rafe gently sets you back on your feet but not before hearing the soft “Dream Boy” leave your lips, words you thought too faint for him to even possibly hear as his heart seizes.

Time seems to stand as still as it always does in his presence as you both make your way through the rows and rows of clothing, picking out whatever your heart desires, the entire store yours for the taking.

“Pick out anything you want, sweetheart.”

You nod but he’s not sure if you’re fully understanding, if you’re realizing he wants to give you literally anything you want, if you’re aware he would do absolutely anything to make you smile as he places both hands on your waist and guides your body back flush against his.

“I mean it, Y/N.”

He pushes back a strand of your hair so he can whisper directly into your ear.

“Don’t hold back. Anything your heart desires, I want to give that to you.”

His words send chills down your body, unashamedly down straight to your core as you bite back the moan threatening to spill from your lips.

Does he really not realize, he already is?

The laughs and giggles Rafe emits out of you through the process are literally music to his ears, adding to the red glow now adoring his cheeks as he too picks out outfits for you to try on.

This only brings you more excitement, watching Rafe’s eyes light up when he spots something he likes, realizing his liking for it is literally only due to you.

After what could’ve been hours or minutes, one of the attendants helps bring the giant rack of clothing the two of you had picked out back to the dressing room.

Rafe takes a spot on one of the plush velvet couches directly in front of the changing room, arms outstretched widely on either side of him along the backside as you pull back the thoughts of wanting to jump into his lap, his almost cocky stance making you literally drip.

“Whenever you’re ready baby, let the show begin.”

He winks at you and you’re confident you have never been more excited or turned on in your entire life.

Pulling back the long curtain, you begin to change into outfit number one of dozens if not hundreds before you as Rafe waits patiently.

When outfit number one is safely secured, a black satin dress with an extremely low back line, you take a deep breath as butterflies overtake every single one of your senses.

As you pull back the curtain, everything else fades away when your eyes finally fall onto your dream boy.

Rafe’s entire world is lit up, eyes sparkling as he takes in every inch of you.

“Number one, Mr. Cameron. What do we think?”

Rafe can’t even put thoughts into words as you do a little twirl in the mirror before him, his shit eating grin explaining for him.

“I think you and I are about to have the best day ever…”

His words couldn’t be more true as you repeat the action dozens more times. Showing him dresses, tops, bikinis, literally whatever your heart desired as he slowly lost his mind with every new outfit reveal.

Patient as he was, there was one in particular that Rafe couldn’t possibly wait any longer for.

Confidently, he stands up and grabs the item he’d picked out off the clothing rack.

His hands slowly pull back the curtain to reveal you there lazily untying the bikini you’d just modeled for him.

Your surprised eyes meet his hungry ones in the mirror, his expression hollowing out your insides as he inches closer to you.

He reaches across you to place the dress on the hook in front of you.

If one could call it a dress…

The light tan and brown material is sheer, covered in sparkles that dazzle under the fluorescent dressing room lighting.

It’s beautiful.

But not nearly as beautiful as it’s going to look on you, Rafe thinks to himself.

The way Rafe’s encircling you in the small changing room reminds you of an animal with its prey, his still hungry eyes proving that as a low shudder escapes your lips, his damning voice already low in your ear.

“I want you to try this one on next for me…”

You stare back down at the dress, eager beyond belief to get into it.

“Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You gaze back up at him and know he’s waiting for an answer, unwilling to move on until given one.

“Yes.”

Your submission (and clear obvious excitement at it) washes Rafe with a new found sense of purpose as he leans down to kiss your neck, sucking tenderly at the skin there quickly as he hears you moan.

“Good Girl…”

You’re frantic at his words, his body already stepping backward out of the changing room as you fight the urge to pull him back and demand that he bend you over and fuck you in front of all of these giant mirrors.

In quite literally no time at all, you’re already changed into the dress.

Repeating the now familiar sequence you’d done all afternoon, yet this time it felt different, it was different.

As you pull the curtain back, Rafe’s jaw falls to the floor the moment he lays his eyes on you.

He’s absolutely positive that he’s never seen anything more stunning in his life.

How is this real? How are you real? How is he lucky enough to be the bastard sitting here in front of you right now?

One look at Rafe tells you that you have him exactly where you want him.

Without saying a word, you slowly, almost agonizingly slow, step forward toward him.

You do your now famous twirl when you’re about a foot or two away from him, completely stopping Rafe’s world as your familiar scent fills his senses.

He can’t keep his eyes focused on just one part of you, eyes raking up and down, side to side at light speed, never getting enough of you.

Taking a confident step forward, you place both hands on Rafe’s shoulders as he feels his body let out of a deep breath.

Slowly, you place one knee on either side of him, his strong, eager hands already helping guide you down onto his lap. Your own reaching up around the back of his neck to feel the familiar soft blonde locks weave beautifully through your fingers as you gaze down on him.

“What’re you thinking about…”

Rafe would have laughed but the answer flies out of his mouth of his own accord, dripping with truth.

“How you sitting here in my lap, wearing the dress I picked out for you, looking at me like that is making all of my dreams come true…”

Your lips part slightly as your face melts at his words, feeling dizzy as you try to steady yourself against him.

“Holy fuck…”

His words are barely a whisper as his eyes glance downward.

“It is a beautiful dress…” you admit to him as his face grows closer to yours.

“It’s not the dress, Y/N. It’s you.”

An hour or two later, after the attendants help carry all of the shopping bags back to the truck, he spots a shirt within one of the bags that he didn’t recognize from your fashion show.

“What’s this?” He asks, picking up the soft fabric.

“Oh, that’s one of the shirts Alexis picked out. Isn’t it just to die for?”

Rafe can’t seem to form words again but he would most certainly agree with you. Yes, yes it is…

A few days later, Rafe finds himself parked in his truck yet again. This time he’s outside your house as he waits to take you over to yet another inevitable Friday evening party, this time at one of his old football teammates' house.

The sun is just beginning to set as he waits patiently, flipping through a few songs absentmindedly.

Rafe hadn’t been paying attention to see you step out of the house, slightly startled when he hears the passenger door open.

You step into the car and Rafe just about has a stroke when he sees you. More importantly, when he sees the shirt you’re wearing.

He literally couldn't move his eyes away from you if his life depended on it. The shirt. The fucking shirt…

“What?” You naively eye up at him only to be met with his shocked expression and silence.

“What? …you don’t expect me to change do you?”

That seems to shake him to his senses.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

He reaches across the center console to grab and kiss you deeply when you feel his hand slide easily into your shirt and pinch at your nipple in that perfect way that he knows hits just the right spot for you, making your back arch deeply.

His hand slides down your stomach to the hem of your pants as he makes no move to stop.

“Rafe” you're already breathing so heavily, “You can’t just finger me in broad daylight in the middle of my driveway…”

The hand that’s cupping your face shifts ever so slightly so he can thumb at your lips gently before snaking his hand around your neck to twist into the locks at the base of your neck, eyes bulging at the feeling and his next words. He’s staring right into you, challenging you.

“Yes, I can. And I’m going to. And you’re going love every fucking second of it.”

You gasp, almost forgetting his other hand was already half down your pants when you feel his cool fingers slide into you.

Rafes curses to himself at how wet you already are, absolutely loving it. His dirty girl, through and through.

“I thought you were going to make me take it off…” you whine. Your playful, wide eyed gaze is nearly too much for him to handle.

He starts working small circles into your clit as he leans into your ear.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

His raspy voice adds to the pleasure of it all. You whimper when his fingers speed up and he bends down to take your free nipple, so easily accessible in this shirt, in his mouth.

This fucking shirt.

“No baby girl, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good that you can’t even think straight.”

His eyes travel around your chest and neck, hungry for you.

“Your cheeks are going to be stained red like that for the rest of the night.”

His hand comes up to thumb at the side of your face as his other hits just the right spot on your clit as your back arches impossibly further into him.

“Oh my god, Rafe-”

“That’s right baby.”

The smile he gives you while his fingers are inside of you should truly be illegal. No one on planet earth should be allowed to look like that while making you feel the best you’ve ever felt. You’re truly hypnotized by him as he leans in to press his lips to yours, where they belong.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel. I want everyone to fucking know it when we walk into that party. I want it written all over that beautiful face of yours. Alright, baby?”

You’re absolutely frantic at his words, your hands traveling to his waistband, already grabbing at his cock, making him shutter.

He opens his mouth but you don’t let him speak, an audibly loud and whiny “no” falling from your lips before harshly crashing your lips back to his.

“No, baby.”

The absolute desperation in your voice halts Rafe so ferociously he’s positive his brain legitimately stops for a second. He’s never seen you like this. He’s so enamored, he only then registers that your hands already have his pants pulled down, his painfully erect cock falling perfectly out into them, Rafe moaning loudly when you immediately begin to pump him.

“Baby, pleaseeee.” You're breathing so heavy as your chest heaves up and down. “I need you so bad, Rafe.”

His fingers are still inside you, still rubbing those perfect circles into your soaked core, making you throw your head back when the pleasure bubbles so intense for a moment that you almost can’t speak.

“I need you inside me, Rafe.”

You’re pretty sure you’ve lost your goddamn mind when a switch flips and your hands nearly shove Rafe back into the driver's seat.

He can’t even remotely process what’s happening as you jump on top of him and hike your skirt up in less than one second, (“Holy shit, Y/N!” - as he moans loudly) before lowering your soaking wet core onto him so quickly that you both nearly scream.

It’s at that exact moment the switch is turned for Rafe. His gaze is intense, so hungry for you that the look he’s giving is more animal than human. Exactly what you want.

“Yeah…c’mon, Daddy…”

You guide his hand to your throat as you thrust down onto him, the sounds filling the space of the truck as something snaps inside Rafes brain hearing those words coming out of you.

“More, Daddy. I want everyone to see it the second I walk in to that party how good you fucked me. How good only you can make me feel, Rafe.”

“Y/N - holy shit, angel.”

You lean back against the steering wheel so he can watch how good you’re riding his dick. The image of your dripping wet core swallowing him completely, over and over, as he feels your walls clench down on him is honestly the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen in his life. He throws his head back hard against the headrest as his hands grip at your sides, the feeling of your soft skin on his hands only fueling him on.

“Rafe, baby.”

Your moans for him are so desperate as he reaches behind you to press your body up against his as hard and as close as it possibly can, basically molding you into one as your lower halves relentlessly move against each other. Your lips crash together, only breaking to release the near screaming moans leaving your mouths.

“Oh Rafe, baby, please…”

He's never seen that look on your face, your head falling onto his shoulder, hands clenching into his skirt to pull him closer to you. Your voice is right up against his ear and he can almost hear the tears forming in your eyes as you cry out.

“I’ll do anything, Rafe, please. Mmmmm, my sweet boy.”

That’s it. He’s done for.

His arm snakes around your back and instantly you feel his wrought iron grip on you and he lifts your entire body weight up like it’s nothing and pounds you back down on his cock, making you scream.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good.”

You’re doing literally none of the work at this point as Rafe is full on thrusting up into you at the most relentless pace, moving your body against his like your bodies were literally made to do this, made to move up against each other, to make each other feel the way you both felt right now.

“Mmmmmm Rafe, baby I - “

The way you’re clenching your eyes shut, Rafe can tell you’re done for, that this is it, as you come completely undone around his cock, your lips just barely touching the entire time. You clench down on him hard as he spills into you, lips meeting his for a sloppy, unbreakable kiss, truly feeling like your whole body has permanently melted into him and his truck.

When you look at each other again, you both chuckle, unable to explain how positively radiant both of you feel.

“Yeah, you’re keeping that fucking shirt on…”

He smirks, trying to catch his breath as he kisses you again, unbelieving that this man could kiss you go gently considering he’s still inside you after relentlessly fucking you in his truck that’s parked directly in front of your house only moments ago.

You grin as he peppers kisses onto your cheek and neck, holding you close.

“My beautiful girl.” His possessive tone over you only confirms your suspicions further. While no official words on the subject matter have been spoken between the two of you, you feel it coming…

More than anything, more than any feeling you’ve ever felt, you loved the feeling of being Rafe’s, of being his.

Y/N’s Instagram Story:

(posted immediately before she steps outside into Rafe’s truck to go to the party)

Rafe’s Instagram Story:

(Taken immediately after she climbs off his lap 😇🥵)

…

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#twin flames ❤️‍🔥#twin flames ❤️‍🔥 ig #twin flames ❤️‍🔥 y/n ig #twin flames ❤️‍🔥 rafe ig #rafe cameron #rafe #outerbanks #drew starkey #outer banks #obx #rafe x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction

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ina-nis · 4 months

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I feel like the essence of this torment is that I only ever felt loneliness, from the moment I was born, even.

I have learned that I could not trust people to take care of me, so I had to learn how to take care of myself. And it's not possible to heal this relationship between myself and other people on my own, nor is it possible to do so relying on temporary and conditional connections - these have taught me yet another thing: that I cannot rely on others, because they will go away, or I will leave, or some unforeseen circumstance will drive us apart.

I've been told this is "normal" and that I ought get used to it, while having my trauma dismissed and invalidated (even if indirectly).

I can be the most healed person in the planet, with the biggest self-esteem, and those wounds will never really close, the scars will never really stop hurting me because I've been doing it all on my own and, now I can see it, obviously, it only make matters worse...

Even if I treat my trauma and become virtually asymptomatic, I still have my triggers and they'll still be activated in the exact same ways. The only difference is my response to them - usually, you just brush it off and "it's no big deal," you continue living and it's not the end of the world. Alright. Nothing is addressed at all. Just how you react to a problem changes. You haven't solved it.

How can I solve emotional neglect, stemming from dysfunctional or nonexistent social links? How can I address these trust issues and fears, without having people who I can actually trust and feel safe around? Among other things.

Because, so far, I have reached a very good place where you could say this is "remission" and I have several relationships and connections with several different people, where I feel safe and secure...

...While, at the same time, I'm ready to be dropped from the face of Earth, because I literally cannot trust any of these relationships on a foundational level - the level that pertains to those old wounds and my trauma.

So, in some twisted ways, I'm happy I have lots of internet friends and people I talk to regularly, and I also believe a day might come when all these relationships will disappear from my life (again) and it will be fine, too. I was expecting it.

I never really had any hope they would be something long-lasting or safe for me anyway.

Obviously, it's nobody's fault. This is just how things are for me at the moment and I have not had success in addressing the root of the issue, because I feel, essentially, alone.

This is not because I want to, or because I don't try to address it. It's because it requires other people, it requires their effort and them showing up for me too, it requires responsibilities on their end towards me, it requires a level of commitment and intimacy that I will never be able to experience through my communities or friends, not even my closest ones.

I have a few close friends and even now I do not see them as "family," it's likely I never will.

These relationships being virtual is part of the reason. The other part probably has to do with these abandonment issues of mine... but anyways, I put "family" and "romantic partners" in my innermost circle of connections and that circle is empty. It has been for a while now.

I understand looking at relationships "hierarchically" like that is probably more counterproductive than it is helpful but, in my mind, it makes sense because it is all a matter of priorities (this is why I have a very hard time understanding relationship anarchy and how people don't see hierarchy in their own relationships): the further away from your inner circle people are, the less time and energy you'll spend on them. This is why people will dedicate their times to spouses and kids, while best friends and acquaintances might take on a more secondary role; similarly, your relationship with a broader community and the people in it will never be on the same degree of closeness as your relationship with your childhood friends.

Those are not bad things per se, I don't think, It's just that we only have so much capacity to do so much without completely burning out. I would personally prefer to nurture a few (or even one) very close relationships, than spreading my energy around trying to befriend everyone - which is the thing I've been doing for the last couple of months, which would explain why I'm so exhausted, huh?

But I guess I don't have a choice, do I? Deep inside, I'm hoping some close relationship might come out of these, and not only hoping, actually saying so to people, too. But I have had no success so far. Big deal, right? Well, it kind of is... considering it's really draining me.

I need a family, a romantic partner. Anything else will not suffice, and will only cause frustration, but there's no other way to find family and partners than going through this discomfort I guess... (and meanwhile, I try to pretend dating apps don't exist so it's not even something that crosses my mind anymore).

Just because I need that, doesn't mean I'll get it, so this is where all that acceptance part comes into play: how to become able to live in discomfort over unmet needs? What can be done to alleviate that pain and those emotions? And so many other questions...

I guess it feels... good? To finally be able to admit that this is a need of mine, and there's no shame in it - it's scientifically backed too, so I'm not talking nonsense here... Unfortunately, this is one of the many things that's out of one's control so I can only do my best to mitigate the issues. I try to.

I also hope I'll eventually feel less tired. So I'm able to enjoy life fully and do lots of things I want to do. I'm working hard for that and it's only a matter of time.

#loneliness #romantic love #inanis post

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kiingbiing · 2 years

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Just saw your post with the pride flags and, genuine question, how does that work? In the post, you have an aromantic, an asexual and a bisexual flag. What does it mean?

Obviously I'm not questioning your identity, nor saying it's not valid. It's just not something I've seen before, so I'm wondering how does that work!

So basically, I do have some kind of attraction to someone. And no it’s not strictly platonic nor romantic. It’s a heavy mix of either or /or non? The attraction is never ever clear. And I’m basing my bisexuality on that type of weird attraction

I’m very loose with my aromanticism cause though I never really have the urge to be lovey dovey. I don’t really have the urge to be physically close in a romantic setting and I don’t really need kisses (sometimes I’m even heavily indifferent by that intimacy) but I do heavily rely on the emotional connection I develop with someone.

I am attracted to someone to be as close to them as emotionally as possible. And that emotion is powerful enough to mean something but still be very different from a romantic setting.

The best way to describe it is basically- emotionally connecting to someone is more important than anything else I get from a relationship. The physical aspect is something I forgot about sometimes. I just want to be there for you and I will try to be the shoulder to cry on.

Imagine dating someone for the closeness of that relationship but never really kissing or doing anything physical

What I am describing is basically what a queer platonic relationship is

But I am fine with the romantic aspect of a relationship- my partner just has to realize that my romantic setting is sometimes almost nonexistent

#talks #anon #asexual #aromantic #bisexual #it’s honestly a really weird thing #but this is the best way to describe it #and I’m along for the ride #qpp #queer platonic relationship #hope this gives you some kind of insight to this mess

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meuadrienzinho · 4 months

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The Sims Medieval - Not So Berry Challenge (Reupload)

(I'm reuploading this Challenge from my old blog) Based on the highly successful Not So Berry challenge, I bring you a “converted” version for the middle ages!

*Please note that this challenge only applies to The Sims franchise spin-off game. How to play- Mods:

To play this challenge you will need the following mods: Grim’s Medieval Core, Watcher’s Hand, Urnstone Mod and Legendary Traits Enabled (Needs registration for the last one).

Growing Up:

Enable Child Aging on the Grim’s Medieval Core Settings, and to age up the children, select “Age Up” (Not Age Up and Assign Profession). To assign the different classes, use Watcher’s Hand Mod.

Oh, and to make Sims die by old age, enable cheats and kill them by starvation, you can also put more wrinkles into them over the weeks! (By editing the Sims into CAS). I recommend reading this guide by shroomboi- How to Play Legacy Style in Sims Medieval.

Traits: Shift Click The Sims with cheats enabled (Guide to Enable Advanced Cheats) to change their random traits.

Basic Rules:

Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke). Of course, this is optional but a big portion of the fun.

The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.

Money cheats can be used, but not excessively. Suggestion: use the ‘motherlode’ cheat to furnish your houses and kingdom.

Generation One: Mint

You’re a mischievous Physician that really loves the color mint. You’re career driven but still make time for silly pranks and outings with your closest friends. You love luxury and want the best for yourself and your family.

Traits: Jokester, Hubris, Greedy

Hero: Physician

Rules:

Get 5000 Simoleons with the “Borrow Money” interaction.

Reach level ten in the physician class..

Have 3 enemies.

Complete 10 responsibilities.

Generation Two: Rose

You had everything you desired as a child but you were always longing for more. As an adult you have a hard time committing to relationships as you’re so focused on your class. You have absolutely no parental instincts whatsoever but you still love your child with all your heart.

Traits: Chivalrous, Vain, Licentious

Child Becomes a: Bard

Rules:

Have only one child.

Reach level ten in the bard class.

Have 3 romances at once without being caught.

Complete 10 responsibilities.

Generation Three: Yellow

Growing up you never had a close relationship with your parents and spent the majority of your time alone in your room. You developed strange powers and couldn’t figure out why. But you know one thing: You want to explore all the knowledge in the universe!.

Traits: Scholarly, Solitary, Insecure

Child Becomes a: Wizard

Rules

Reach level ten in the wizard class.

Kill 2 people using the Deadly Arrow spell.

Craft a Legendary Doomstaff (The Grim Reaper’s Staff).

Never have any close friends or relationships other than grandparent from Generation 1 until the grandparent dies.

Generation Four: Gray

You always felt that you were different. While the rest of your family was ‘busy’ studying and reading, you just wanted to be outside playing kingball. You’re very good at sports and you dream of becoming a professional athlete. To make up for your nonexistent relationship with your parents you want to be there for your own children as much as possible. Oh, and you love to sing.

Traits: Adventurous, Eloquent, Herculean

Child Becomes a: Knight

Rules

Reach level ten in the knight class.

Duel 5 people to death

Have three failed relationships before finding spouse, marry a Dedicated Sim

Be good friends with all of your children

Have big dinner with your spouse and children every Sunday

Generation Five: Plum

You’ve always been good at anything you tried. It’s hard to choose a career, So you decided to challenge yourself to something more difficult! You love to see all those knights fighting, so you thought it would be a good idea to become a blacksmith and forge weapons- And you would still profit from it. But will your job get in the way of your love life?

Traits: Excitable, Dedicated, Wise

Child Becomes a: Blacksmith

Rules

Reach level ten in the blacksmith class.

Forge 15 Legendary Weapons.

Become enemies with 3 different Sims and make it up to them later.

Get divorced and then later remarried to the same Sim

Generation Six: Orange

You’re the black sheep of your family (but with orange hair) and you were raised in a hectic household. You’ve always wanted to cause mayhem, but you’re just really bad at being evil. You enjoy breaking into your neighbors’ houses and eating their food. You really love baking and spend the majority of your spare time eating sweets.

Traits: Evil, Creative Cook, Glutton

Child Becomes a: Spy

Rules

Reach level ten in the spy class.

Poison 5 different Sims.

Try to be mean with 15 different Sims…

Have twins, but only those two children (you may cheat for this).

Insist on being evil- but nobody believes you, not even your own children.

Generation Seven: Pink

You grew up poor and are living paycheck to paycheck working hard just as your parents did. You wanted to write romance novels but this is not possible on The Sims Medieval…. so you stay working at your nine to five. You’re a hopeless romantic, but your unflirty nature makes it nearly impossible to find love.

Traits: Good, Solitary, Morose

Child Becomes a: Merchant

Rules

Reach level ten in the merchant class.

Sell 25 items.

Have a pet parrot.

Befriend 5 Sims

Have a well-maintained garden

Generation Eight: Peach

You grew up in poverty in that generation, and then you had great remorse for your ancestors…You have decided to join the Jacoban faith. But deep down, you don’t believe in anything. An eye that controls every Sim in the universe? Pathetic! You just want the Sims’ money.

Traits: Evil, Entitled, Hubris

Child Becomes a: Jacoban Priest

Rules

Schedule 20 Intense Sermons.

Become enemies with the Peteran Priest.

Schedule 5 Calm Sermons.

Absolve 3 Sims.

Reach level ten in the Jacoban Priest class.

Generation Nine: Green

After the great failure of your ancestors, a Peteran Priest convinced you to join his faith. You then accepted it, and became a little… obsessed with the Watcher. An eye that controls every Sim in the universe? INCREDIBLE!

Traits: Eloquent, Earthy, Patient

Child Becomes a: Peteran Priest

Rules

Schedule 10 Calm Sermons.

Become friends with the Jacoban Priest.

Schedule 5 Intense Sermons.

Absolve 10 Sims.

Reach level ten in the Jacoban Priest class.

Generation Ten: Blue

After nine very extravagant generations, what would become of the tenth? You’ve become a monarch, but you keep a terrible secret! You had a secret affair and you will regret it for the rest of your life. Then you dedicate your soul to raising your children and fixing your marriage. You never admit the affair to anyone and dedicate your life to being the perfect parent.

Traits: Solitary, Loves Family, Seductive

Child Becomes a: Monarch

Rules

Adopt at least one child.

Reach level ten in the Monarch class.

Have perfect safety in the kingdom.

Must marry a village sweetheart and stay with them until you die.

Have a one time secret affair.

I hope you liked my adaptation! All credits go to Kayla and Zoë for the original challenge.

#thesims #thesimsmedieval #sims #simsmedieval #simsmedievalmods #medieval #spinoff #thesimsspinoff #simsspinoff #nsb #notsoberry #simschallenge #simscommunity #notsoberrymint #notsoberryrose #thesimsnostalgia #showyourchallenges

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