bungakusyoujo · 11 months ago
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Olli Tukiainen's dashing hairdo (ca. 2001? - 2007)
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hibiscuslovecandles · 3 months ago
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✿MY LOVE✿| BSD
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Genre:Fluff,parenting,crack,GN!READER Warnings:Children,babies,not proofread,may be ooc,Let me know if there's any warning I missed! Featuring:Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Gin Akutagawa, Doppo Kunikida Note:My next headcanon post after this might come out pretty damn late, I've been a neet for 3 years and I'm being forced to get a job and get a drivers permit so it'll take awhile
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🍷When you mentioned wanting to have kids while the two of you were watching a movie together cuddled up on the couch together while drinking wine nearly made him choke on his wine. You two had a good hour long conversation on the topic of kids.
🍷After waiting some time for Chuuya to be mentally prepared for the responsibilities that come with being a parent, he brought up the topic again. That's how you ended up becoming parents.
🍷When they were still a baby it was common to see Chuuya sitting on the playmat with them humoring the infants nonsense and making sure they didn't swallow anything that could kill them.
🍷Whenever the baby would cry in the middle of the night Chuuya always would insist that you stay in bed while he goes to check. 20 minutes would pass and you'd see Chuuya in the rocking chair of the nursery, baby in his arms, fast asleep.
🍷Will take so much pride if the baby says their first words in his presence. It doesn't need to be dada or anything any word and he has the most stupid smile you've ever seen on his face.
🍷Makes sure you and the baby are safe at all costs, the apartment is COMPLETELY baby proof, Chuuya is even mildly offended if you say he's doing too much.
🍷You don't know that Chuuya has a entire folder on his phone dedicated to you and the baby, you don't that these photos were even taken since they were all taken when you preoccupied with the baby like when you're giving them a bath or you building a sand castle with them at the beach, of course he has photos of the two most important people in his life.
🍷Chuuya was sadly….out on business when they took their first steps, when you two video called that night per routine you told him and Chuuya felt like shit for not being there for it….then there was the baby hitting the screen of your phone not quite understanding why Chuuya is inside a rectangle.
🍷When Chuuya returned the first thing he needed was to see his baby and when you placed the baby on the ground and he saw his baby waddle towards him, he wanted to cry, but he didn't it just holding his baby once they reached him.
🍷You are required to send him photos whenever you and the baby are doing something and he can't be there. Send him that photo of the baby on the swing set, send him the photo of the baby flipping through those baby books, send it!!!
🍷He has photos of all three of you together in his wallet. There's nothing he loves more.
🍷Was originally strongly against diaper duty but now takes it upon himself to do it.
🍷Reads all the ingredients used on the back of the baby food and makes sure nothing in the baby bottles you guys buy has any remotely harmful chemicals. He can't lose this one thing.
🍷And a baby grows into a child.
🍷Whenever he's scolding your child for doing something bad and he gets too frustrated he'll have you take the reigns since he wants to avoid taking his anger out on his child.
🍷Chuuya might not be around often due to his uh…position at work but once his kid starts developing interests he keeps those intact. His child into animals? Taking them to the zoo next week. His kid into sports? Signing them up for baseball as soon as possible.
🍷Whenever Chuuya feels like he missed out on something due to work he'll lay next to you in bed and ask you if he's a bad dad while just looking at the ceiling.
🍷Chuuya is the dad that his kid has no memory of ever seeing him cry when they get older. Mostly because he only really cries by himself and occasionally in your arms in bed.
🍷Has scared off multiple people he thinks were getting too close to his kid.
🍷You have a photo of a completely unbothered Chuuya sitting on the couch reading as your kid is practically climbing him with their blanket as a make shift cape.
🍷Chuuya is always there for whenever you need some you time and just need a break and is completely understanding. He'll take you out for a nice relaxing night out as a close friend of yours watches over your kid granted Chuuya was very hesitant to leave your kid. Not a single hair on their head will be hurt without someone dying.
🍷Whenever your kid comes home from school having a bad day they know they can tell Chuuya as he will hold them close and rub their back and whisper reassuring words as he listens.
🍷When the two of you got called by the school only you could go and pick up your kid since Chuuya was busy doing stuff. Your child got into a fight on the playground is what you told Chuuya when you got home and seeing him washing his hands of…stuff in the kitchen sink, Chuuya was proud of his kid, not for fighting that's bad, but for winning said fight.
🍷 “Did they win?”
🍷 “Not the point Chuuya.”
🍷 “I know but-”
🍷Will sit down and talk to them as to why fighting is wrong and why they shouldn't do it unless absolutely necessary his job doesn't count.
🍷Always tries his best to get your kid the best gift on their birthday. It's like a competition for you two just without any stakes.
🍷Chuuya puts your kid into private school for their entire life, only wanting the very best for your kid.
🍷You could be busy sitting with your kid helping them with their math homework at the dining table and you'll suddenly feel a pair of lips on your cheek. Chuuya returning from a uh…business trip earlier than expected and surprising the both of you!
🍷Chuuya will take a mental photo whenever he sees you and your child sleeping because your child was scared of the thunderstorm outside and wanted to sleep with you two. Seeing the way your child is curled up into your chest and you snoring away is a sight he'll cherish. He loves you two so much.
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🦝When you mentioned kids to Poe you had to catch him when he fainted…..it took him quite awhile to warm up to the idea of kids mostly because he's worries if he'll be a good father, he was on board with kids after alot of time but you didn't mind, kids are alot of work and fragile so of course he's hesitant.
🦝The way it was brought up was when he cooking dinner and you were just getting home from work, he had been building up the courage all day so when he heard that front door open he yelled from the kitchen that he was ready for kids…you hadn't even taken off your shoes yet, when you entered the kitchen and asked him to repeat himself because what the fuck was that he was so embarrassed from how he mentioned the topic back up that he refused to even look at you.
🦝Poe had to be taught by you on how to hold a baby and when he looked down into his arms and he saw the warm, squishy, soft, mini human in the fluffy blanket he let out tears of joy, you couldn't really tell though since how hysterically he was crying.
🦝Despite him originally being WAY more opposed to having kids than you were he knows way more about babies than you, having read only the finest books on babies and honestly might mansplain at you about your baby.
🦝Should you leave your baby with a racoon?probably not but when you and Poe both are trying to figure out what's wrong with the bathroom sink there's Karl in the doorway giving your baby a bottle. You're so glad you got a picture of that.
🦝The first time Ranpo came face to face with your baby was when he was going to leech off you two again by crashing at your guy's place and when Poe opened the door he immediately noticed the baby crying in your arms trying to calm them down. Ranpo pushed past Poe just to poke. Poke at your baby and they stopped???
🦝Poe goes to those mommy support groups and it's honestly surreal to see him at the park with all his mom friends talking about their pediatricians.
🦝Whenever Poe makes a mistake like being too loud infront of the baby it keeps him up at night and him muttering about how your baby is going to cut him off as soon as possible and you have to put a stop to this thinking.
🦝Has a photo album dedicated to your baby's growth.
🦝Despite them being a baby and not being able to understand what's being said to them yet Poe reads them bed time stories.
🦝You were playing in the snow with your baby while Poe was inside working on his novel when they said their first words and you rushed inside, baby in arms, to get them repeat their words to Poe and when they do Poe snatched them from your arms and showered their face in so many kisses.
🦝The two of you turned your back from the baby for two seconds while adding a new wall decoration to the nursery when you guys hear Karl make a ear piercing squeal and when you two whipped around the last thing you two expected to see was your baby standing on Karl's tail- wait what. The moment was quickly over when your baby fell back on their bum and cried from how loud Karl was. The two of you were so happy for their first steps less happy about all the yelling but this'll be a fond memory in the future.
🦝Babyhood to childhood.
🦝Hes kind of a push over, if his child begs enough he will buy them whatever they want its usually up to you or Karl to slap some sense into him Karl in a more literal sense to make sure they don't grow up spoiled.
🦝Ranpo ends up being the uncle to sneak candy or a dollar to your kid whenever he sees them to which you scold him and your child. Considering how often Ranpo freeloads off you and Poe he might as well be another child.
🦝Poe is still in contact with the moms from his mom-baby classes and takes your child to play dates with the other moms children.
🦝On his desk are photos of your child on their birthday and a photo of you and him on your wedding day.
🦝Ranpo and Karl are a surprisingly good babysitting duo whenever you and Poe just want a night to yourselves because believe it or not having to make sure a fun sized human with the survival skills of a cabbage doesn't die can be stressful though you and Poe never find out all the hijinks that happen on those nights cause Ranpo bribes your kid to not say anything about the three of them getting lost in a city one hour from your home.
🦝He reads as many books and observes how you handle things whenever it comes to having to disciplining your child so that he can feel like a actually good parent, he looks up to you so much you don't even know.
🦝He still showers your child's face with kisses even if they do start getting embarrassed by it.
🦝He has taken it upon himself to homeschool your child, changing his schedule for his child, being very hands on like taking your kid outside for science lessons :)
🦝One time when Poe was busy writing he walked out his office to see you covered in scratches, you got them when you tried to get Karl to match clothes with your kid. Poe tended to your scratches.
🦝The horror that appeared on both your faces when you two noticed your child was in the bathroom for a weird amount of time so you guys went to check and they were cutting their own hair. Rest of their childhood from then on they had short hair.
🦝Multiple bags filled with clothes that your kid has grown out of that Poe refuses to get rid. Just reminds him of how tiny they used to be.
🦝Poe got into the habit of eating baby food when your kid was still a baby and only recently has stopped.
🦝Immediately hugged your child when they fell off their bike for the first time while learning.
🦝Poe likes answering questions about basic things that your child asks like why is the fridge light only on when you open it? Why can't he play right now? He just finds these questions about simple things that any adult understands amusing.
🦝Poe's heart gets all mushy whenever he sees you tucking your child in. He has it all.
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🔪When you mentioned children to Gin while the two of you were making dinner together she froze in place, tears began to poke out of her eyes and it wasn't because of the onions she was cutting, she needed space and time to think it over and so you stepped back.
🔪You were suprised when months after you initially asked the question she gave a answer to your question while the two of you were on a ice skating date. You completely forgot about it so when she told you she thinks ready you were really confused. You aren't confused anymore now that you two are parents.
🔪You'll come home to a eerily silent house and just witness Gin sitting on the living room floor just watching your baby.
🔪Gin triple checks to make sure the car seat is secure before driving.
🔪Ryuunosuke has affections for your baby, after all their family and will protect them with his life, but has he ever supported the weight of the baby in his own two arms? Absolutely not. The closest he's got to holding them was using rashomon to take them when you forcibly handed the baby to him while you scrambled to turn the stove off after you realized you left it on and even them he put the baby on the ground next to him immediately.
🔪She is aware that the nature of her job might prevent her from spending time with you two so she always tries to keep things as snappy and clean as possible so she can make it home in time for dinner.
🔪Whenever you tired after taking care of the baby she'll gladly run you a nice bath and wash your back for you.
🔪You two have a entire manual prepared just in case you guys have to leave your baby with Ryuunosuke.
🔪Gin is very hesitant to give the baby any sugar but does feed them sugar every once in awhile for good behavior due to you convincing her.
🔪She gushes over your baby's first words, you were coming back from hanging out with friends and see her gently pinching your baby's cheeks and you don't even get to ask what's up when the baby repeats the word again.
🔪Prides herself in being the best mother ever.
🔪The baby was sleeping in bed with the two of you once and cried seeing Gin sleep with her eyes open. Fun memory years later, Not fun in the moment.
🔪You have a photo of her sleeping on the couch with the baby sleeping in the position as her under her arm, she'll never know you have this photo.
🔪A baby eventually turns into a child.
🔪Gin is the one who styles the kid’s hair.
🔪Has a photo of your kid on the first day of school as her lockscreen.
🔪Your kid is in public school, Gin just wants your kid to have a normal average average childhood.
🔪Takes everything her kid says very seriously, the kid could be talking about the most recent episode of their favorite show and she'll be listening intently.
🔪Please give her a head massage at the end of the day she deserves it considering her job and the kid.
🔪Whenever your kid does something bad Gin calmly sits down and explains why what the did was bad and why they shouldn't do it again ignore her job details .
🔪Your child's playdates just make Gin happy to see her child enjoy something she never did.
🔪If she gets home earlier than expected she'll help your kid with their homework.
🔪Your child has most definitely said “Eewwwww!” seeing you two slow dance together
🔪No one knows about you or your kid's existence. She stays private about it and wants to keep you two safe.
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📒He was the one to mention kids to you when the two of you were getting ready for bed, he's financially and mentally ready to have a child are you? He handled the conversation with you with much care and if you ever got overwhelmed during the conversation he'd help calm you down.
📒Kunikida made sure to spend days talking about this subject with you since having a child is a life altering event. And now the life altering event is here.
📒He does those little baby leg exercises every morning before work so that your baby has enough leg strength for when they start walking.
📒Kunikida is not embarrassed to wear a baby carrier.
📒You were caught having one of the babies snacks and Kunikida snatched it away saying it was for the baby not you!
📒Doesn't mention you or the baby unless someone asks and when they do he talk about the two of you with so much pride.
📒When the day with the baby was particularly exhausting Kunikida will cup your face and tell you that you're doing a amazing job and only shower you with praise about how he admires your strength.
📒Kunikida and you were at the park having a picnic as a date together when you got a call from the family member that was baby sitting for the two of you that your baby took their first steps. Kunikida wanted to immediately get up and go see for himself but he didn't, this day was about you two celebrating your anniversary. When you guys went to pick up the baby though Kunikida cried on his knees when he saw the baby stumble on over to you two.
📒You were sitting on the bathroom sink recording Kunikida giving your baby a bath when they decided to say their first words, a shock to the both of you since they were months late to say their first words so the two of you just froze. Then you realized you got it on video and told Kunikida… he just smiled and gave your baby a kiss on the forehead and kept bathing them. This video is cherished.
📒You have all the gifts that Kunikida’s co-workers gave you guys on a shelf, some of them missed the assignment but it's the thought that counts though the crotchet stuffed cat by his co worker ‘Junichiro’ has to your favorite out the bunch.
📒You'll wake up in the middle of the night and realize Kunikida isn't there. Everytime you'll walk into the nursery and see him with the baby having fell asleep in the rocking chair.
📒Kunikida knows that his job requires him to do something life threatening things so he records his voice, talking about anything and everything talking about his schedule, how much he loves you and the baby, his time at work, just incase he doesn't end up coming home.
📒Luckily he made it to your babies childhood he still has voice messages just incase.
📒Instead of tying his kids shoes for them he decided to turn it into a lesson and teach then how to tie their own shoes.
📒Playdates are always held at your home because the other parents no for a fact that their kids are safe.
📒When your kid scraped their knee when they tripped over the pavement Kunikida was the first person on the scene.
📒You have a framed photo of your kid messily braiding Kunikida’s hair.
📒Might embarrass the kid but he doesn't care, his kid is required to bundle up as much as possible during winter.
📒Raising kid can be exhausting, he gets it, so. While your kid is being watched over at a family members house he takes the two of you to a nice planetarium date.
📒Your kid will activately be saying “Gross!” While you cover them in kisses.
📒Kunikida will take off his glasses for 000.1 seconds he'll look back and your kid took them.
📒Your kid cleans their own room and washes their own dishes.
📒…Good chance your kid had to help Ranpo get on the train before.
📒From the way you and your kid walk into the grocery store with blacked out sunglasses they probably thought you two were about to raid the place when in reality your kid just wanted to feel cool while getting their favorite snack.
📒Your kid always feels loved because every night before they close their eyes they see you and Kunikida telling them goodnight before the lights are out.
📒You feel loved. Kunikida doesn't fall asleep until he knows you two are asleep, just a safety thing.
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Smoking and drinking beer with If I Die Young by The Band Perry while posting this lol
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hoshikarasu · 9 months ago
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YOU STILL HAVE IT? — JJK MEN X M!READER
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❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀featuring   :   choso , nanami kento , higuruma hiromi , & getou suguru .
❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀synopsis   :   you discover that your boyfriend is still holding onto something you gave them a long while ago ! — WC: 1.7k
❛ ⠀♡ . ˑ⠀notes   :   male reader. fluff. established relationship. "darling" & "love" as a nickname. not proofread.
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✧ ⠀ › ⠀ CHOSO
Without a doubt, he keeps everything related to you two and your relationship in a special box. Anything you’ve ever given to him or something you two have gotten while out on a date is kept safe in this box. 
Expect to see things from old letters to polaroid pictures to even movie or concert tickets. Just about anything and everything really.
He likes to preserve all these things as if he’s captured the moments and memories. Every single thing saved carries the weight of your shared love and affection for each other, and that’s something that he won’t risk losing.
This also applies with digital things such as any selfies and pictures you’ve sent him. He saves them all and has a folder dedicated to those pictures that’s named “my boyfriend ♡��.
Both you and Choso are searching through his room for a movie disc—one that Itadori swears up and down he left behind there the last time he visited. As you crouch down in hopes you’ll find this movie case and call an end to this search, your eyes land on a box that’s innocently sitting underneath the bed.
You can’t recall ever seeing this box here before. Then again, it’s not as if you’re actively rummaging around under your boyfriend’s bed.
This must be where Itadori’s movie is then. That’s the conclusion you come up with as you slide the box out. But before you can question Itadori’s choice in keeping a movie disc in such a large box, your thoughts come to a halt as you open it.
“Oh,” Blinking a couple times, the items within the box don’t change. Rather than being the movie disc you thought you finally found, there’s stacks of letters, dried flowers, some tickets, and more instead. 
It wasn’t until your eyes landed on the movie tickets on the very top and noticed the movie title and the date were the exact same as the movie date you went with Choso just last weekend.
That’s when it hits you that you recognize all these items. 
“You kept all this?”
Your voice guides Choso’s attention away from the drawers he was searching through. His steps are quiet as he moves over to your side, peering at what you’re looking at.
His eyes widened a slight bit once he realized what you’ve found before he crouched beside you. “Of course,” There’s a hint of a smile that reached his face as his gaze lingered on the items, “Why would I not keep all this? They hold such fond memories that I would like to keep.”
The response tugged at your heart that you can’t help but coo softly, reaching out to kiss him.
“That’s really cute.” 
Neither one of you have any complaints about putting a pause on searching for Itadori’s movie in favor of going through old memories and reminiscing on those times.
✧ ⠀ › ⠀ NANAMI KENTO
All the flowers and bouquets that you give him randomly are the ones that he preserves. Of course, it’s difficult to keep flowers after they start wilting, so he goes through the process of pressing them as a way to keep them.
He cherishes each of them with all his heart. It makes him smile whenever you surprise him with them, so he likes to maintain them and they tend to last for a long time.
Depending on the flowers, he may dry them to preserve their shape and display them instead of pressing them. Either way, he will have them around as if leaving tokens of your love all over his place. 
Anywhere he steps in his place and sees those dried or pressed flowers is a strong reminder of your love for him.
You’re helping him clean around the house to lessen the weight from his shoulders (even though he insists that you don’t have to, you always do since you love seeing the tension leave his body whenever he has less this stress over). 
As you’re wiping down some tables, you can’t help but get distracted by the sight of some pressed flowers and petals framed. These weren’t here the last time you came over.
You stepped closer to these frames, leaning in to admire the sight of them.
“Hey Kento, where did you get these?” You ask him, voice full of curiosity. You never pictured Kento as the type of man to decorate his space with pressed flowers, but you can’t deny that they do look rather pretty. 
Even if the ones you were admiring were only lined up in a row, waiting for a proper place to be set up.
You hear Kento make his way over to you. A partially questioning look on his face given your lack of specifics on what you were referring to. 
Though it soon fades away once he notices the pressed flowers that you’re near. “Oh, those are from bouquets and flowers you’ve given me.”
It was a simple answer. A simple answer that had you stare up at Kento in awe.
“Huh? Like all of them?”
“Yes, all of them.”
Feeling surprised is an understatement. You never expected him to do anything with the flowers you’ve given him. Your gaze shifted back to the pressed flowers, admiring them a bit longer, and you turned back to look at him with a smile.
“Can you teach me how to do that? I want to save some of the flowers you get me too!” 
“Of course, darling.”
✧ ⠀ › ⠀ HIGURUMA HIROMI
You have the habit of leaving him sticky notes with either motivational messages or silly doodles for him to find or take as he goes to work. It’s something for him to look at and be reminded that he has you cheering him on to get through the day.
It absolutely does get him through the day. There was no way he would be able to part with them once the sticky notes lost their adhesive. Especially not when he’s staring at the ones in his hands that have your handwriting mentioning how you love him.
The older notes are kept somewhere safe in a box at the bottom of a drawer. All the newer ones are those that he sets up onto his computer and desk, in places that he can easily see while he’s working.
“Hiromi, you forgot your lunch.” The sound of your voice pulls him away from the documents that Hiromi was going through. It wasn’t that often that you came to visit him at his workplace, but of all the times you did, it was mostly for the same reason. Him forgetting his lunch.
It made him grateful to have someone as caring as you, who always looked out for his well-being and made sure that he didn’t skip out on any meals.
His eyes traveled slightly down to look at the bento in your hands. He can see another one of your sticky notes right on top of it, especially as you soon hold it out to him.
Any traces of exhaustion seemed to wash away at the mere sight of you and that note. 
With a soft thanks, he sets the bento down to his desk, away from his important papers, as you walk around the desk to be closer to him. You’re leaning close to press a kiss to his temple when you spot a small pile of sticky notes at the side of his desk from the corner of your eye..
At first, you thought these were some notes he made, but you soon recognize your own handwriting and doodles. Except these aren’t any of the recent ones you’ve done for him.
No, they looked older.
“I didn’t know you still had those old notes.” You commented after you finally gave Hiromi a quick kiss at his temple. 
His head tilted in the direction that you’re staring at. “Ah,” He reached out for the pile, “Well, I couldn’t just get rid of them. I like looking back on them.” Hiromi admitted before he went to rest his head against your side.
He can’t help but gravitate to his lovely boyfriend with such ease. “Especially on long days.”
“That’s sweet,” You tell him with a smile growing on your face. “I’ll be sure to write you a lot more notes then.” 
“I appreciate that, love.”
✧ ⠀ › ⠀ GETOU SUGURU
It’s pictures of you that he tends to keep. Anything from picture booths to polaroids to random pictures you printed out and handed to him.
He keeps them all and carries at least one picture in his wallet. Whenever he’s out with his daughters and going to pay, the employee behind the counter gets a glimpse of whatever picture he has in his wallet.  
The picture is constantly being swapped around. Sometimes it’s just of you, other times it’s a picture that has the both of you in it, and there's some that have you both and his daughters there.
Nanako and Mimiko sent you both out to check out this new cafe that opened up to see if it was worth stopping by. It was a cute place; one that you’re certain that they will enjoy.
Right now, you’re in line with Suguru to order some drinks and pastries (to take back for the girls, of course). Idle conversations are made as you both move up to the front with Suguru stepping in to take care of ordering.
When he takes out his wallet to pull out his card, your eyes happen to flicker over. In there you spot a polaroid tucked safely inside of the two of you.
It’s one of the more sillier pictures that exist of you both. You remember how long it took to convince Suguru to strike the most ridiculous pose with you, and you remember the minor complaints he had afterwards once the polaroids developed. 
Your copy of the polaroid is kept safe with the rest of the other polaroids of you two, but you never had any idea of what Suguru did with his. 
“You still have that photo?” You asked, voice full of amusement as the memories of that night came flooding back. “I thought you said you didn’t like it because of how silly you looked.”
One end of his mouth twitched partially upwards at your words. “Hm, I did,” Suguru hummed softly while he pulled out the polaroid. “But my boyfriend looks very adorable in it, so I can look past that.” 
The way that he shoots you a small grin manages to bring some color to your cheeks.
And it doesn’t help that he carries on as normal, paying for the order, and the employee also comments what a cute picture that polaroid was. His simple response of, “I know,” was more than enough to make your cheeks flush even more.
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the-summ0ning · 5 months ago
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Sleep Token HC: being in a relationship with III
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NSFW elements, fluffy ideas that have been ruminating in my head the past couple weeks… to the point I abandoned my main blog to create a side blog for my fav masked men
Easily having scary dog privileges w iii as your man w the slasher-esque aesthetic about him
But we all know that’s not the case
III the bf you lets you play with his rings on his hands when your anxious
Playing with his hair all. the. time! I’m talking twirling the ends, head scratchies, all of it! He hated how much it had an affect on him
He could be going on a tangent laying his head in your lap on the couch after a long day, and he’d instantly shut up melting into your touch once you started playing with his hair!
III the bf who’s love languages involved gift giving, and physical touch
would most likely buy you the most cheesiest, corniest, tourist of tourist souvenirs from each city he went to just to show you how much he thinks of you and misses you. Even if your apartment is overflowing with his little treasures and you had to invest in an a P.O. Box
Receiving ‘Daddy’s Little Meatball’ and ‘I love ___’ shirts all the time, snowglobes, and hats (you definitely got a cheesehead hat when they played in Wisconsin and a cowboy hat with feathers and a tiara when they were in Texas)
Sending you postcards with the most embarrassing, filthiest things written on them like the post men wouldn’t see it
Including but not limited to
‘Hi love, here Down Under thinking when I can I be down under you :( ”
“Visited one of the 7 wonders of the world today, you should be the 8th ;)”
“Can’t wait to show you my Big Ben again <3”
The most fashionable one of the members, every show you attend, he would try to coordinate your two outfits.
Including hairstyles… matching space buns or french braids?!? Are you kidding me?? Or even matching hair colors once in a while??
Speaking of hair, you would have to help him dye his hair, or shave his undercut late at night in the bathroom. Vice versa if you wanted the same color. Indulging on your favorite beverage or a little joint, giggling every time you would get a speck of dark/bright dye on each other. Or jokingly act like you buzzed too much hair to rile him up
He also solely has a folder on his phone dedicated to pictures (including a lot of candid off guards of just you two in your own little world backstage) taken by Adam and crew members of the two of you matching/coordinating
His phone background is of you sitting criss cross on a large equipment case looking down at him leaning against it trying to tune his bass, but his head is leaned back gazing up at you through his mask instead… both with space buns in your hair
Since your relationship couldn’t be public and be blaring obvious to most people you knew, III would get you two permanent bracelets. Yours would have a tiny ‘iii’ on it and his would have a tiny initial of your first name.
Even though he would have to profusely clean it after shows from the red body paint. It was something he was willing to do to carry this cheeky secret.
And somewhere in his favorites folder of his phone he has a picture of your tinier hand trying to wrap around his cock with the dainty chain hung displaying ‘iii’ clearly around your wrist
And ofc a pic of you two facing a mirror with his hand wrapped around your neck displaying your initial proudly on his
Which leads me into
He definitely has a size kink in all different types of aspects
Him loving the fact he was so significantly taller than you (lets face it he’s a a long fuckin string bean), and letting it be known
It always (not so) subtly came out
In his pet names for you: doll, bunny, kitten–anything small and cutesy really…even if they became so unserious or cringe
When he would just casually walk by you, and ruffling your hair calling you ‘squirt’, making you roll your eyes and scoff. (The other band members may have started to do this as well bc of III)
His adrenaline still rushing after a show, great rehearsal, or recording session barreling over to you to give you a bear hug, lifting you off the floor swinging you around profusely
you would be doing something or talking to someone, he’d catch you off guard by coming up behind you resting his chin on the top of your head, giving your shoulders a light squeeze or massage
Watching you struggle for something on a higher shelf, and waiting until you would almost give up in defeat to come up behind you making sure to press his body against the back of you as he did so to leave you flustered
Despite him being a giant, and perfect big spoon material–he wants to be lil spoon most times.
Loving your arms around his waist, feeling the soft heave of your chest pressed against his back as you slept, providing the comfort and peace he needed after a day in his busy life
He’d be in a drunken/high haze and when it would be just the two of you, he would compare his hand to yours always, smiling lazily over at you adoringly
Admire how his hand practically encapsulated the expanse of your throat when you were up against a wall or underneath him.
A small growl leaving his lips, when he tried to fit inside you loving how you squeeze him
“Fuck doll, are you gonna be able to take all of me?” He hisses, pushing your legs further apart
Or watching how’d you have to use two hands and barely fitting him into your palms when you gave him a hand job
“Baby you’re squeezing me so good.” He tries his best to not let his eyes roll to the back of his head, watching you struggle to jerk him
In conclusion, I need this man biblically.. and I got carried away and could have kept going if you guys want me to keep going I can 🤭🥹 I do plan on doing one for the others too. Reblogs, likes, and replies are always appreciated and fuels my validation
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simsi45 · 6 months ago
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The Sims 4 Amber House Pack - PUBLIC RELEASE!
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CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE PATREON PAGE!
Oh...my...GOD!!! I can't believe this is actually happening....
After 3 years of hard work, I am here to welcome everyone to:
The Sims 4 Amber House Pack!
It's time to create your own mission style dream house, with this collection of 345 brand new and hella cool build/buy mode items, inspired by Dontnod's "Life is Strange: Before the Storm" game.
EARLY ACCESS: You can get the pack right now, on my PATREON on the 3-5$ tiers, or wait for the 12th of May for the public release!
Please read EVERYTHING included in the post as it contains useful information about the pack!
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DISCLAIMER: Simsi45 or The Sims 4 Amber House Pack is NOT affiliated or associated with Electronic Arts, Square Enix, Deck Nine or Dontnod in ANY way. This is a purely fanmade pack made by me, a fan of both games that wanted to get the best of both worlds.
FEATURES:
 345 new items (including sofas, tables, decor, windows, doors and much much more!)
 Search for "amberhouse", "lis", "simsi45" to find most of the items in the build/buy catalog.
 Custom original names and descriptions. (the best I could come up with :P)
 Tons of custom recolors (based on original textures) to mix and match items more easily.
 Heavy modification on original meshes and textures, including english text turned into simlish.
 Everything has been playtested thoroughly.
 Included are a couple of easter egg items from The Sims 2 that I thought fit the theme well.
New lot I made showcased in the trailer and pics (found in the gallery under my tag @simsi45_mods) a recreation of Rachel Amber's house.
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LOT INSTALLATION:
Included in the pack is the lot recreation of the Amber House that's featured in the pictures and videos.
You can get the lot by:
Using the gallery. Make a search under my EA id: @simsi45_mods and download the lot as usual. I've included customized pictures to identify my own lot more easily. Make sure you have the "enable custom content" tag ENABLED for the lot to show up in the results.
If you have difficulties using the gallery you can download the lot tray files from the bottom of the post, and move them inside your own tray folder. This can be found in your documents/electronic arts/the sims 4/ tray folder. This way you can install the lot without the need of the gallery.
NOTES:
~ The pack is in an EARLY-ACCESS STATE! I have dedicated a lot of time to test everything but I'm a team of just a single person. If you find any issues please let me know so I can take a look.
~ Because of the amount of items the size of the pack is quite big. I tried my best to make everything as compact as possible with the final size being 1.5 GB of required free space. 
~ The majority of the meshes and textures of these items are ripped straight from the LIS: Before the Storm game, and then each individual item (both mesh and textures) has been heavily modified and edited to fit and function properly within the Sims 4 game's engine. That's why some items will look identical to the original game, some look somewhat different, and some are brand new meshes I made using the original items.
~ Some of the original ripped meshes' poly counts were WAY too high so I had to lower the polygons so The Sims 4 wouldn't explode when filling a lot with them. I lowered the polygons and edited most of the items as much as possible without compromising their original look too much. In other words I tried to find the best balance between looks and performance and after lots of testing on my moderate PC system, I can confirm the game runs super smoothly on my end. 
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BACKSTORY ABOUT THE PACK (no spoilers):
This pack started with an idea I got back in 2017 when I first played Life Is Strange Before The Storm. When visiting the Amber house, I immediately fell in love with it as I am huge fan of the craftsman architectural style, it's literally all I'd want my dream house to be. The art team has done an incredible job on it, and as I personally find the art style of the Life is Strange series and The Sims 4 to fit very well with each other, I wanted to make these assets available for The Sims 4. Of course back then this all seemed impossible, however a few years later in 2020 during quarantine I revisited the idea as it had been stuck on my wishlist ever since.
To make a long story short, this project has been in the works for about 3 years now, and after a lot of hard work, head scratching and quite a few sleepless nights I managed to overcome all the obstacles I came across (which were a lot mind you) and I'm honestly hoping you'll be as pleased with the results as I am. Seriously this exceeded my expectations as it started as a small little pack for my personal use, to what I'd consider an expansion pack's (or even more) worth of build/buy content.
INSTALLATION:
Due to the size of the pack I had to split it up into multiple parts. You will need a .RAR extractor unpack it. More specifically:
1 -> Download ALL 6 parts of the pack and put them ALL in the same folder. 2 -> Right click the 1st part .RAR file named "Simsi45 - The Sims 4 Amber House Pack.part1" and click "Extract Here"   3 -> Once that's finished a package file will appear, this is the entire pack and you can now move that into The Sims 4/Mods. Simple as that!
CREDITS & THANKS:
~Dontnod, Square Enix, Deck Nine for the original meshes & textures ripped from Life is Strange: Before the Storm that were used to create most of the items.
~EA for some meshes & textures used to convert some items from The Sims 2.
Special thank you to all the patreon members that stuck with me throughout me developing the pack. Although not many I really appreciate every single one of you for the support you've given me and for sticking around!
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plumbobpaparazzi · 7 months ago
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Peek into my Mods folder...
This is dedicated to @alltimefail-sims or anyone who needs a little help with lag!
I have several mods I refer to as "efficiency mods" that are little quality-of-life tweaks that make the game smoother for me, either by reducing lag or reducing immersion-breaking hiccups. As always, your mileage may vary, but hopefully this is helpful to someone. :) List of mods under cut to keep your dash clean.
No Intro - Whether you are trying to 50/50 your mods, testing new CC, or just need to shave time off your game loading... get rid of the cinematic intro.
Free Will Delay - Do your sims curbstomp their queue and proceed to fuck off to something unrelated? Yeah, me too, until I got this mod. From the mod description: "[E]very time you tell your sim to do something, they will be forced to listen! …For 5 minutes. Then they get free will back again. This is probably why controlling Sims in Sims 4 feels so bad! Because you lose control the second they start doing what they're told. Even if you queue up actions, the total time is STILL five minutes- because it goes from the last direction you give your sim. So you can tell them to do 3 hours worth of stuff while paused…and they'll get control back after 5 minutes. This mod changes this timeframe to an option of your choosing, to make controlling your sims feel more rigid."
Simulation Unclogger - This is an oldie-but-goodie mod from Turbodriver that helps interrupt when Sims get stuck in an endless action loop.
Evolve/Fertilize All Plants - Kind of weird how we can Harvest All but you can't Evolve or Fertilize All, right?
No Empty Venues When Arriving - Helps with the issue of going to a community lot and waiting around for Sims to show up. May cause increased lag if you are bottlenecked by RAM.
Food Autonomy Overhaul - Stops your stupid Sims from eating ingredients, AND allows Sims who hate cooking to autonomously grab quick meals. Didn't know they wouldn't do that? Yeah. That's a thing.
Don't Do That! Version 1 and Version 2 - Removes autonomy on annoying actions that can't be affected by MCCC tuner, like reactions and some trait idle animations.
Less Obsession - Lowers autonomy for certain things without disabling entirely. I still want my Sims to paint, but I don't want them to start a new figure painting any time they are left unsupervised.
Smarter Self-Care - Makes Sims prioritize their needs better before they are uncomfortable. I only use the packages for NPCs and Pets.
NPC Relationship Autonomy Fix - Stops random Sims from breaking into your house to ask to be your BFF (and tunes the requirements so they actually have to be your friend first.)
Buy More Upgrade Parts - Allows you to buy a package of 50 upgrade parts for when you are grinding out handiness or robotics.
The following mods are all by Bienchen and don't have a direct page for each package. You can search by name pretty easily on their website. I recommend flipping through and grabbing anything you find useful - I have a total of 368 of their mods installed. Here are some highlights:
novisibleecoeffects - The aurora will nuke your framerate. I know it's pretty, but oh my god.
noautonomousbakewhitecake - Does what it says on the tin, keeps your house from being overrun by cakes.
harvestnogroupinteraction - Stops club members from autonomously harvesting plants. Those are MY death flowers!
lessemotionidles - Reduces unnecessary idle animations from emotions, great for preventing your Sims from looking flirty at inappropriate times...
lesspreferenceidles - Stops your sims from thinking about how much they like fishing/fitness/etc. when they should be doing things.
happytoddleridledisabled - Stops the idling from the Happy Toddler trait. SUPER useful for family gameplay.
laundry_buffsandsoloidlesfix - Stops or reduces idles related to laundry. It's just clothes, bro
eldertweak - Reduces elder animation idles.
hastopeewalkstyleforchildonly - Helps get your Sims to the toilet in a reasonable amount of time.
tinyhousebuffhider - I know I'm in a Tiny Home, I don't need a moodlet.
lottraiteffectshider - Hides the little floating lightbulbs around Sims heads from lot traits.
notraitnotifications - I know my geek likes video games, I don't need the pop-up every time I play.
noholidayoutcomenotification - Please don't rub my nose in the fact I forgot to celebrate.
nofestivalnotifications and nofestivalnotificationsound - Helpful when a pack is new, but years later... no thanks.
noenrollmentandscholarshipinfo - No more info screen about the two universities. I think most of us know it all by now.
nouprootplant - Never cry because of a misclick again
simschangeoutfitwhenhotorcold - Should have already been autonomous, but alas.
novisualpoliteintroeffects - I don't know if I am the only one, but the glowing really bothers me.
restaurantsittweak - Sit down and eat your dang food! No more wandering Sims.
longerprom - Takes 6 hours instead of 4 so you can actually do something.
I probably have other QoL mods that could be helpful, but these are my recommendations to start with. Love to all the modders that keep this game playable <3
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theresattrpgforthat · 7 months ago
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It would be awesome if you could recommend some solo ttrpgs! I've been getting into them a lot lately and want to know more of what's out there. Especially journalling ones, as I enjoy creative writing. So far I've looked into (and will probably buy soon) Firelights, Apawthecaria, and Fox Curio's Floating Bookshop.
Also, I love this blog a ton. Already there have been some awesome games I've learned about from you, including the one you're currently working on. Excited to give it a try sometime! Keep being amazing 💜.
Theme: Solo Journalling Games
Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm certainly excited to run Protect the Child for folks, play-testing it so far has been really fun!
As for your ask, solo games and journalling go hand in hand. These next few games are just a sampling of what I've added recently to my Solo Games folder on Itch.
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Cats Know Things, by Mushroom Witch Games.
CATS KNOW THINGS is a light-hearted game meant to tell a humorous story of intrigue, all while pretending to be a very nosy cat. 
But you are no ordinary cat.
You are a very special feline who, through some magic you cannot explain, can communicate with your human, an individual who wishes to make their mark in society by any means necessary. The two of you decide to start a society page, (a very fancy type of tabloid newspaper dedicated to a particular location) revealing the glitz, glamour, and inner turmoil of the town’s most notable individuals. 
Use a d6 and a d10 to generate numbers, and sneak into places to listen into secret or private conversations. Then bring this news to your human companion, so that they may relay this gossip in the local society page. You need to find 6-8 scintillating stories before the week is up, so that your human has enough to print.
If you want a game full of scandal and cute furry little rumour-mongers, this might be the game for you!
Lingering, by Meghan Cross.
The last thing you remember, you were dying.
Now, breath fills your lungs once more and your eyes open, slowly shifting side to side as you attempt to regain your bearings. You are alive. But you are…changed. Your human form is gone, and in its place is one that is different, foreign, animal…
In Lingering, you play as a person who has died, only to find yourself alive again in an animal form, unable to move on to your eternal rest until you settle business left unsettled from your life. 
Throughout the course of a game, you will make several attempts to communicate with a chosen human, hoping to convey a message to them so they can assist you and help you move on once and for all. 
This game uses a deck of cards and some guiding adjectives to determine how your attempts at communication will go. Over eight rounds, you’ll flip cards while guessing as to whether each card will be higher or lower than the previous one, and a successful guess means a successful interaction. The details of those attempts are what you’ll be journalling, and Lingering provides a number of questions that you might try to answer with each attempt.
This game takes place over eight rounds, so it’s excellent if you want a short, contained game. It also has a two-player option if you want to try this game out with a loved one.
Dragon Dowser, by HatchlingDM.
Dragon Dowser is a solo journaling RPG using the Carta SRD by Peach Garden Games. You play a mysterious character known as a 'Dowser'. Your aim is to locate abandoned dragon eggs and return them to your Sanctuary. If you succeed before expending your resources, the hatchling you rescue will be reared to change the kingdom forever! 
This is a lovingly crafted game that uses card suits to represent four different kinds of ways your character will be tested, as they interact with different cultures, explore new landscapes, and dea with various conflicts, both human and nature-made.
You’ll travel across a grid of cards that provide you with journaling prompts as you travel. You’ll expend resources to overcome obstacles, looking for a dragon egg, represented by an Ace! Once you return this egg to a sanctuary, you’ll journal about your experience of raising the hatchling. Based on the games you’ve mentioned so far, I think Dragon Dowser is right up your alley.
EDEN, by blasez-faire.
You are Judaiah Clark, the Head Botanical Researcher at the Southern Sector of Eden. You are here for exactly 10 days, and were a last minute choice after the sudden disappearance of ■■■■■■ ■■■■■, the last person to hold this position. You are not here for work. Investigate.
EDEN is a single-page game that takes place over the course of 10 in-game days, with two questions that you will have to answer in your journal for every day. You are expected to write up a report with detailed notes, so much of the extrapolation taken from each pair of questions is going to come from your own imagination. To help with this you might want to come up with names for other characters, draw a map of the Southern Sector, or go into detail about the plants that this research station grows.
One thing is for sure - this is going to be a horror story. If you like games that give you a lot of room to stretch your creative wings, and you also like writing terrible endings for your characters, you might like this game.
Black Mountain Numbers Station, by Simon de Vet.
You wake one morning to the sound of a voice on the radio reading a series of numbers. On impulse, you jot them down. These numbers will become your life.
Black Mountain Numbers Station is a one-page, solo-journaling game about a mysterious broadcast, and about finding patterns in randomness. Using a unique dice mechanic to prompt you to describe your journey, you will tell a short story of obsession, frustration, and discovery.
This game is uses a 6x6 grid with boxes that you’ll need to fill when you roll a pair of dice. You’ll trigger evens when you roll doubles or find a certain pattern on the grid as you fill it, and in both of these cases, you’ll write special journal entries. The game ends when you fill your Frustration track, which symbolizes listening for too long without learning anything new. What exactly you learn, however, is up to you.
Bound, by K Ramstack.
Bound is a single player setting agnostic game about the connection between two people as they travel to a destination through the destruction of the world on a journey they will most likely not complete.
You will create two characters, their relationship to one another, the destruction that haunts them, and the motive for them to move forward.
During the game, you will be asked to write scenes in first person, switching perspectives between characters, and using their personality traits and subjective conceptualizations of each other to answer prompts.
Bound has a single and two-player version, and uses two decks of playing cards, one for each character. Each card will relate to a prompt on the prompt table, but only the highest ranked prompt will be answered. Each prompt will ask a question about the relationship, and how it changes.
If you want a deeply emotional game with a beautiful layout and lovely art, this is the game for you.
The Narrator Paradox, by psychound.
The Narrator Paradox is a one page solo-narrating game where you try to tell a story … if your protagonist will let you. In it, you determine the five acts of your story based on an oracle, then make rolls for your plot beats to see if you can wrangle your protagonist into the prescribed narrative. If you can't, they defy you and take the story into their own hands. Wrestle the story into shape against a rebellious hero, or lose them forever and have to finish the story without them in it. 
Using the Major Arcana of a tarot deck, two six-sided dice and a coin, The Narrator Paradox has a number of different ways that you’ll try to keep your story on track. However, with so much randomness, your protagonist is sure to have a mind of their own. This feels very much in tune with how many writers talk about their characters as if those characters have their own desires, so if you’ve ever related to that you might enjoy this game.
Also Check Out...
My Solo Games tag! I use this tag for every recommendation post specifically for solo games.
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le-trash-prince · 1 month ago
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Em, I came into the whole 'Benz-Garfield are desperate to get paired and/or make KimKenta happen' thing halfway through and I feel like I'm still desperately playing catch-up. Congratulations to them on making Part A happen and good luck with Part B, though! But in the interests of me continuing to play catch-up on this whole fascinating process, do you know if there's a timeline of events or a tiktok folder or *something* out there to help me piece together when all of this properly took off and when Benz in particular decided to go full unhinged with it?
Thanks for your help!
Anon if you weren't watching Pit Babe as it aired, I hope you are prepared for the emotional roller coaster that happens when you are waiting every week to see if Kim and Kenta even get screentime together. I felt like I was watching the last several episodes of Pit Babe on a fever high.
I am actually working on a timeline, but it’s not fully cohesive nor complete yet, since there’s simply so much to sift through on multiple social media platforms, and no platform has a perfect search function. It also doesn’t yet include social media posts where they were simply just… flirting with each other, but all the social media posts on the blog should at least be dated.
If you want to go through things more quickly, the archive page has a tag filter (one of my favorite tumblr features), and you can swap in any tag you like in the url, since the dropdown only lists featured tags.
It’s also hard to pinpoint a single moment when Benz decided to go unhinged with it, since he’s been pushing it from pretty early on. There also aren’t any dedicated translators in BenzGarfield fandom who are fluent in both Thai and English, so we either get machine translations or translations that are few and far between. There's also a lot of old posts that have been deleted, or accounts that have gone private, so even just the act of gathering everything is an effort, let alone organizing it into a big picture.
Here's what I can give as a highlight timeline though.
They met in late 2022 (Love Fest Thailand in November or December I think, I couldn't find pics, but I did just watch an old interview last night where they talk more in depth on their first impressions, which I plan on recording and uploading, but Garfield said something that can be paraphrased to the extent of "Do people this friendly and charming exist in real life?")
Benz was mingling with Change2561 actors, but they officially became coworkers in Feb 2023 when they were both cast in Pit Babe
Boys Journey started filming very shortly after—I don’t have a sharp timeline but the range is sometime from Feb to May. Benz was already going at it in Boys Journey (“BenzGarfield forever” - ep 10), when they ostensibly didn’t know their roles or if they’d be put in an actual ship (they were somewhat rotated around with ppl until later in Boys Journey, when I imagine the staff had chemistry based partnerships in mind)
In March, Garfield said he would choose Benz to flirt with out of all the cast.
By August, Benz was asking Garfield to take his last name 🤷‍♂️ (but Garfield keeps trying to take Benz's first name instead)
There was a lot going on while Pit Babe was filming (Sept-Nov). They were excited about filming the two whole scenes they had together, they tweeted about it the night before, they were improvising what communication between Kenta and Kim might be like, Benz was visiting set even when he didn't have any scenes (albeit likely for the free food, but keeping Garfield company while Charlie fakes his death is a nice bonus)
I haven’t been able to find it again (yet)(thank you YT’s horrible search function) but there was a livestream last year where Benz talked about Kenta calling Kim and inviting him to Thailand, which… never happened, so I can only assume they were at the point of making things up (which actors sometimes do when they need a better grip on a character), and probably explains the really loaded look they gave each other in the elevator, bc to them there had been more interactions between their characters.
The first event they did together (outside of full-cast stuff) was the RealMe sponsorship in September 2023, but it was presented as Garfield & Benz (didn’t stop Benz from once again asking Garfield to take his name). The first time (that I’m aware of) that they had an event with their ship name was the GarfieldBenz x Central Rayong event in December 2023. Filming was completed in November, so they obviously had known for a while that KimKenta weren’t a couple, but that wasn’t going to stop them from bickering over which of their characters would like the other first
In February, they were posting really shippy stuff right before the Pit Babe finale, which felt like queerbaiting at the time, but we didn’t know that Long Beans was being planned (they would begin the physio workshop a month later), so I think this was either a “we’re excited we get to play a ship but can’t say anything yet” or a “staff hasn’t made up their minds on casting us so let’s just show some potential.”
Also at the finale in February, Garfield said he wanted to be Kim's faen.
By the time Long Beans was announced in March and they were officially announced as BenzGarfield, there was no holding back, especially on the KimKenta front. Benz made a fuss during Long Beans presscon about them not getting any screentime together, and during the Changing event in April they talked about going to the writers and begging for KimKenta/KentaKim.
Anytime they're asked about S2, they're vague about it, and I imagine they will be until we see something onscreen (they have to keep me desperate and foaming at the mouth), but they have expressed that they want to continue working as screen partners for a long time. If KimKenta happens I don't think anyone will be happier than those two.
I hope this helps, anon! Trying to capture and organize all of their moments is a daily task, and it sometimes feels like I am Sisyphus.
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1eos · 3 months ago
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mx kendra, do you have any advice for job hunting? I'm about to start looking(again), but its always so intimidating - have a lovely day!
how it feels to start job hunting in the 2020s:
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but yes i have advice for you anon! last time i went job hunting i got serious enough where i was reading 'askamanager' blogs and shit like that to really make sure i wasn't wasting my effort
so kendra's advice to job hunting in the most effort effective way:
first and most importantly is to understand that job hunting rn is simply a numbers game. it's not you it's just that the society we're living in is full of shit. for every 10 job postings, 4 are fake, 1 has an internal candidate in mind already, 3 are just posting jobs to look good and the rest are legit but slow af
bc job hunting is a numbers game its easy to be discouraged if you're not receiving responses consistently as proof that you're not just throwing shit into the void so its superrr imperative to try your best to apply to legit jobs. ive found my best success using indeed as a method of jobs being brought to me and then going on the company website myself and applying. this also doubles as a way to make sure a job posting/company is real
keep a spreadsheet of applied jobs. i just googled 'job application spreadsheet template' and picked one of the first ones i saw, made a copy, and then modified it to suit my needs. keeping a spreadsheet was one of the best things i did bc it can help keep track of jobs you've found and haven't applied to/ones you have applied to/and if you're like me and had a goal of getting a state job i could pre-empt when the interview requests were gonna come in lol ���
resumes/cover letters. whew. probably the most important part of job hunting. ai scanning or not its a good rule of thumb to have skills mentioned in the job description to match the job posting. what i did was dedicate a folder in my google drive to job stuff and made a folder for each kind of jobs i was interested in. from there i would find a job i wanted to apply to and tailor an old resume to have a bunch of the shit mentioned in the posting on the new resume. i'd save it in the appropriate folder with the date i edited it. if you haven't been in the habit of tailoring your resume you may be doing this a lot but eventually you'll have so many variations you won't have to do much editing if at all. and i do the same with cover letters. i have a general template for my cover letter and then tweak them for each kinds of jobs im looking for. this + ditching linkedin helped me A LOT
create an interview cheatsheet. you probably already know the job hunting sphere has a language and culture all its own. personally as someone with a touch of the 'tism it do not make sense to me so i have unknowingly not navigated interviews as well as i could have. what's helped? ask a manager. seriously. miss allison has helped me blend in as a normie soooo much 😭😭😭😭 if you have any specific questions/have any specific weaknesses just search the site but what really helped me was the list of good interview questions. oh and for the longest i could never come up with a good question to ask my interviewer but one day google recced me this article and now every time i ask 'so what would separate a good candidate from an excellent candidate in this role' and when i tell you my interviewers gag every time lollllll. i also went through 'boost your interview iq' [pdf download link here <3] and jotted down notes on how i can answer common interview questions to quickly be able to go over the night before
study the job posting before the interview btw and try to drum up at least one correlating anecdote for some of the major points of the job bc they WILL ask you that lollllllll
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junnieverse · 1 year ago
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— YEONJUN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭
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➙ boyfriend yeonjun thoughts
pairing: choi yeonjun x gn!reader
genre: pure fluff
warnings: none tbh, not proofread so there may be some small typos, lower case intended
a/n: hi there! this is officially my first post! I have written here before in the past but stopped and I finally decided to hop back in and start writing again, hope you all enjoy this, mwah!
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looks at you like you're his entire universe (and you are)
matching couple accessories are a must, be it rings, bracelets or whatnot
I refuse to believe yeonjun would be anything but a clingy boyfriend
not in an overbearing way or anything but because one of his main love languages would be physical touch, he is very big on skinship and overall being around you
words of affirmations is another major one in your relationship
yeonjun is someone who needs and wants alot of reassurance and compliments and he would give his s/o the same
will most definitely talk about and show you off to everyone because you are actually perfect in his eyes and he's proud to be your boyfriend :)
holding you in some way or form because he loves being around you
will probably be out shopping together or just travelling in general
the content? he WILL be taking many photos of you and has a folder dedicated to you filled with endless photos and videos of you (some of you sleeping because he thought you looked adorable)
you would also be his personal photographer and trust me, without fail each image would be amazing, even in 144p yeonjun would look perfect (always bf material)
cuddles, cuddles and more CUDDLES 25/8
can get a little jealous and possessive because he simply wants you and your attention all to himself and gets pouty when he doesn't
personal stylist bf jun <3
sad? yeonjun will cheer you up
hungry? yeonjun will feed you
sick? yeonjun will take care of you (and might end up getting sick himself after sneaking in a few kisses when you told him not to)
no matter how you're feeling yeonjun will make sure you always feel 100%
skincare dates every weekend where you both relax together, catch up on each other's weeks and then have some ramen while watching a movie or binging on a series
he will come over randomly either in the middle of the night or early in the morning to go out and get ice cream with you
always makes sure he gives you his hoodie or jacket whenever he notices you feel cold
driver bf yeonjun and passenger princess/prince y/n
you're so lucky to have him (which in turn he would say he's the lucky one and he definitely is)
overall yeonjun should be everyone's cool and fun boyfriend
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jarofstyles · 1 year ago
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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes 4- Preparations and Secret Keepers
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Helloo my loves! They’re back. Lady Y/N and Princerry have returned and they’re ✨ in love✨ obviously. I hope you enjoy a bit more of them!
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Warnings- a smidgen of exhibitionism if you squint
WC- 3.9k
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The ballroom was beautiful.
Y/N had nearly felt tears in her eyes when she first saw it. Swirls of saturated color all around. Flowers in opulent garlands wrapping around the marble columns and up to the ceilings. The lights twinkled from them as they hung down from the dark vines that curtained the ceiling, looking like stars in the sky.
The tables were lined with expensive cloth, a deep red with a lace runner going through the middle. Fine dishware was neatly stacked, the golden designs etched and foiled on them shining in the lights. Bouquets were the centerpieces, red ribbon tied around the vases in delicate bows. There were no expenses spared for this. His and her initial was painted on the dance floor with the royal family crest, gold foiling making it sparkle. Staff scurried about to put on finishing touches on the scene while Y/N and the Queen did a last check up.
What had her truly gasping for breath were the specific flowers that she had shown Harry in their walk decorating the royal table, the bouquet specially made for her at her spot clear next to him. The first time she would be at a royal event… as a future royal. Her hands were a bit sweaty as she followed the Queen dutifully, listening to her comments as she made small adjustments for the headmistress to go over with staff.
Y/N admired his gracious she was. Saying please and thank you to staff was not something most nobility did, but she did. She wanted to be just like her. Friendly and kind. Not a feared woman- unless she was crossed. Respected. That was her goal, above all else.
As soon as they had a moment alone, she turned to her. “How are you truly doing, my dear?” Her soft hand landed on Y/N’s forearm, true compassion on her face. She could see her bristling nerves grating on her even though most couldn’t. “You are good at hiding your emotions. The reason I can see it is because I was in your shoes once.” She soothed. “Having good control of when you show them is important. But you’ve proven yourself thus far.” Her kind smile made Y/N relax a little bit.
“Thank you.” She replied. “I am… I’m good. I think it is a bit overwhelming but I remind myself this is the first one. I will get used to it. It’s to celebrate our love and union, too, so I should not be worried.” Y/N refused to let jealous and bitter women ruin the beautiful thing that Harry and her had created. Had been thrust into; his arms welcoming her like a warm bath. The Queen nodded at her statement, the pair walking slowly as they observed the royal table. “He remembered.” Her whisper was caught by the Queen, watching her fingers brush one of the flowers with a smile.
“He is a good man. I am happy with how he’s grown.” The Queen loved her son dearly. She wasn’t fond of the way most royals before her had reared their children, handing them off to nanny’s and other staff dedicated to the job. She wanted to be hands on. To raise him to be a good man, to make changes she had already started to implement. He would not be arrogant and rude. That was a fear, knowing the power could get to his head as it did to many, but she did it herself. She was spoiled with ladies maids who would tend to him at night as a wee babe, but she did everything else. The bond between parent and child was gravely important. “Though I will say… the change I’ve seen in him since he has met you has made me ecstatic.”
Y/N turned to her with curious eyes. “How so, may ask?” She was treading lightly, still wanting to be respectful but dying to know. Any bit of information about him from a reliable source made her giddy. Filing it away in her favorite folder in her memories, she wanted to soak it all in.
“He seemed more… excited about ruling. He learns with vigor. Speaks up. He wants to know the intricacies more and more. Before… he was unmotivated in some ways.” There was a pause as she exhaled. “I suppose that was partially our fault. We wanted him to remain as carefree as he could, to form his own personality without it being directly tied to a title. He learned a lot during his childhood but he had been seemingly nervous as he grew. Now he seems far more settled in it.” It was most definitely because of Y/N. “Having a reliable, trustworthy and level headed ruling partner is one of the most important and undervalued assets a King can have. They do say, "What is a King without his Queen.” She gave a slight smile as Y/N followed her words closely.
“You have those qualities, from what I can tell. Keeping a level head and still being able to defend yourself and the person you love is a beautiful thing to have as a ruler. It isn’t easy. People will disagree simply because you spoke, you rule. I can understand why, to a degree. Taking into account the stress of being a King, I think that you will be able to elevate him. I believe him the same as you. The King may seem to be the one who holds all the power… but know that it isn’t true. I’ve helped come to all of the most important decisions in our kingdom’s history. It isn’t a job to take lightly.” The Queen could see it on her face, how she was agreeing but still spooked. This wasn’t necessarily a test, but it was a reality she needed to face. She couldn’t just play royal. It was a job.
“That is why I was so worried about who Harry would end up with. Many women.. they think that being a Queen is being lavished with diamonds and pearls, being fed delicacies by hand and never lifting a finger. They think it’s the custom dresses and crowns, the balls and the galas, the travels. But it is so much more than that.” She squeezed her hand, giving her another smile. “I was terrified that my son would follow a man’s intuition and just go for whoever appealed to his physical senses without taking a woman’s brain and intentions into account. He was incredibly lucky to stumble across you.”
It was abundantly clear that Y/N loved her son- and if not fully there yet, close to it. She never indulged when she was at the palace, was polite, thanked workers and never threw fits. The girl was respectable, well read and could hold a conversation. It was more than a lot of the other women on the court could say when they were vying for Harry’s hand in marriage.
“Do you truly think I’ll make a good Queen?” Y/N asked quietly, looking her in the eye despite wanting to look at her skirts. This was an intimidating conversation but she needed to hear it. None of it was enough to make her leave. It was a lot more than she had ever expected to take on as a wife- if she had ever married at all- but Harry’s tender heart and gentle touch was well worth the challenges. She hopes.
“I do. I think you’ll be one of the best we have seen. Continue to be fearless, to speak your mind to your husband, to be honest and open with him, rule with a fair hand and you will do amazing. The council will try to intimidate you. Do not let them.” The word of warning was clear. Y/N’s tummy turned at the serious tone. “They will try and sway you. The reason for it, as you know, is to have the people given more of a say. But do not let individual agendas influence your decisions. Make them as your heart and mind see fit. Harry will be behind you.”
That, she didn’t doubt. The man had been continuously proving his devotion to her every single day. She had read in her books; the romance novels that had her flustered and fanning herself at times, about love and men. About how she could be treated. Harry far exceeded any expectation.
“I understand. I will do my best, and I will trust my husband. I know he and I have had some conversations about it. I don’t know if he told you of some of the other encounters I’ve had with some of the women, but I already know the way people will treat me. How they will manipulate and how I will need to be careful. But as long as I have Harry, I have my family? I am strong.”
“You will be wonderful.” The Queen replied. “You are wise beyond your years. I’ve heard whispers of what people have been saying, what they’ve been doing. I am not one to abuse power but if you wish to have anyone removed from this party? That is your right.” She wouldn’t want anything to ruin this. It was a step in the new direction of the kingdom, her first real taste. She needed it to be good for her.
“Thank you, my Queen. I will.” Y/N nodded, looking back towards the bouquet. For him? She would do anything. For herself? She would prove that she wasn’t someone to stand on.
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Harry watched as she walked down the hall, alone at last. She was stunning, his intended. So beautiful and strong, her head held high as she walked the corridor as if she knew where she was going. She didn’t. All she knew was that Harry had requested her in the library.
“Hello.”
“My goodness!” Y/N yelped, hand over her heart as it raced like a hummingbird inside of her chest. “Harry! You musn't scare me like that.” She still walked towards him, entering the library as she tried to shake off her bout of fright.
“I’m sorry, my love.” Harry peeked down the hall to see it empty, closing the door behind them. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Approaching her, his hands reached for her waist to pull her into his embrace. Smooth. Always so smooth and warm to the touch, making his fingers flex into the dress. Her corset hid the squish of her flesh, something he was dying to feel under his hands, but he thanked the world that she let him handle her this way. The light blue of the dress did wonders to compliment her eyes, ruffled at the bottom in a way he usually dislike- but again, his sweet Y/N had a knack for making him enjoy things he rarely did in the past. She made any dress she wore look like gold. It was impossible for her to dull her glow, a beacon of light that his eyes always wanted to follow.
“That is a lie, my prince.” She laughed under her breath. His grin made sure to tell her he enjoyed making her jump. “Luckily for you, you’re handsome and far too charming to hold a grudge, so I forgive you for it.” Her head tilted back, taking in his content features. Alone. Truly alone with one another in the Palace’s library. It was quite big, shelves upon shelves of books in every color imaginable. A top floor with a balcony overlooking the rest, dark wooden ladders to reach the tall shelves at the bottom, a large reading area in front of the fireplace and a padded bench in front of the window to make for a nook to hide away in. The large arched window let in beams of light, streaking across the room and illuminating the front of it effortlessly.
“I fear that I’ll spend every free moment here.” She returned her gaze to him after looking around. It wasn’t her first time in here, but she was still amazed at the quantity of books in one room. The palace was much larger than she had ever anticipated. “I don’t think I could read every book in here, even if I read every moment in my lifetime. You’ll have to read with me.”
Y/N had expressed a want for that. To find a book to read before bed, just for them. A tradition.
“Of course. I’ll read with you every night if it’s possible.” He released her waist, taking hold of her hand and letting her lead him into the darker aisles of the library. It was relatively quiet in the room, the sound of their steps clicking over the wood floors being the loudest thing they could hear. “What are you looking to read?” His question was soft spoken, aware of how little space there was in these aisles. They were meant for one person to explore, but he truly didn’t mind. Being close to Y/N was a blessing.
“I’m partial to romance. I love all books- I love learning about my flowers and history, I love fairy tales… but I particularly enjoy romance. Happy endings, mostly. All of them, though…they can be quite eye opening. You’d never guess it. People love to diminish the literature because men do not usually enjoy them- at least publicly. Some of the most breathtaking quotes I’ve ever heard of were in such books.” She ran her fingers along the spines of the cloth bound books, grazing the embossed titles. “You learn a lot about people in them. How betrayal can affect a soul, how love can heal. Above all else, loving is a choice. An action.”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, unsure of what she meant. “I don’t think I had a choice. I think.. my heart was yours the moment I laid my eyes on you. I’ve never questioned it.”
“There’s different types of loving. Having your heart belong to someone… It is a different sort of love. A soul deep love. But to be in love actively, you choose it. You choose to show the person your feelings, to express them. You do the acts of love by stroking my hand, by choosing the flowers for our table.” A coy look was shot his way. “It won’t always be easy. You’ll have to choose love above all else, even if it’s harder than another solution.” She turned to him, placing a hand on the side of his neck, the dim light doing nothing to hide his beauty.
“I feel the same. I feel as though you plucked my heart out of my chest like harp strings and held it in your hands. There wasn’t much of a choice in that. But the act of loving? It is a choice. Being loved and in love are two different things. We just happen to have both.” And god, did she love him already. It was soul deep, like she said.
“I see…” he rolled his lips in for a moment before pouting ever so slightly. “I can understand that. I haven’t thought of that before but… I suppose it’s because I haven’t read as many romance novels as you. Or, perhaps you’re just a smarter being than me.” He had to chuckle because sometimes he believed it to be true. Y/N’s thoughts were vast, complex, something he wanted to dissect over time. He loved hearing what she thought about policies so far, what she thought of their system. Even just her thoughts on books and flowers. She thought about things he never would have imagined- and it’s part of why he loved her. The creature challenged him in ways no one else ever would, kept him on his toes all while providing a comfort in her presence many would die to have.
“No. You’re just as smart, but in a different way. It’s refreshing. We both have qualities the other needs. It’s one of my favorite parts about us.” She slightly scolded him for that. No self deprivation on her watch.
“Yeah? What are your other favorite parts?” He murmured, feeling the tightness of the space but not wanting to back up. Instead, he got closer. “For example… I love your brain. I love how you speak, how your lips curl around words. I love how I feel like I was submerged in the warmest bath with all of the sweet smelling oils when I’m around you.” His fingers rose to brush her cheek. “But… I hate that I am not able to touch you how I wish.” Speaking of love always got to him. His reminder of how much adoration festered in his heart, how much impatience he had towards expressing it to her in a physical way.
Y/N’s mouth dried as she felt the man close in on her. If her heart was beating fast before? It was ready to fly out of her chest now. Breathing quickening as she leaned into his touch, she found her words on the tip of her tongue, hands settling on his forearms. Against her better judgment, she allowed herself to speak. “How do you wish to touch me?”
The voice was much softer than she would have hoped, showing how she was weak kneed just from this simple touch. Back against the shelf, she peered at him through her lashes, anticipating the next words out of his berry hued mouth. Oh, how she wanted that mouth.
“I wish to touch you without these corsets. I want to feel your skin underneath my fingertips, the softness of your flesh dipping as I hold you.” He paused, inhaling shakily. “ I want to bury my fingers in your hair and tug your head back so I can kiss you. God, I want to kiss you so, so badly. It aches in my soul. I crave nothing more than your affections. You know that?” He looked pained as he leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. This was a dangerous situation, both of them in a state that they didn’t know how to handle. There were lines they could not cross, things he could not say, but he was feeling them all.
“You do?” She peeped, eyes round at his blunt words. He had expressed some of these things in a letter before but… hearing in person was a whole other experience. The low rasp of his voice as he kept it down, keeping their secrets between their ears and the pages of the books.
“I do. Words can not express how much I look forward to our wedding day.” When they would become man and wife, when he could take her the way they both wanted. “When I never have to worry, I can kiss you freely, in front of whoever I wish. I hate that there are barriers for us. I understand tradition, I respect it… but I can’t help but wish to break it.” He wouldn’t, but he had to hold his breath as he felt her nose brush against his own. The walls of rigid rules were so irritating for him, he wanted to make them crumble to rubble on the ground.
“I know. I crave it just as much, Harry.” She replied shakily, breath felt against his lips. “I want your touch on every part. But we have to respect the traditions. Don’t we?” She asked, feeling as though she could fall over as she felt their lips brush for a single second before his own rested over her cheek.
“We do.” He mumbled against the smooth skin. “But… I can kiss here.” His lips puckered ever so slightly on her cheek, dangerously close to her mouth. “I can kiss here… and it’s not breaking any rules. My ring is on your finger… I tend to claim you in the ways the world allows, to follow those rules.. but you are mine.” He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to arch into him. A little gasp left her as she felt a firmer kiss placed to her cheek again, letting their lips feather together before he placed one to the opposite side. “My bride. My queen. My heart. I will never be as proud of anything… as I am to have been chosen by you.”
Y/N let out a whimper, pulling him close and returning the gesture. Dangerously close kisses, right in the same places. Temptation. She should have pulled away, but she couldn’t. Her body pulsed, a heartbeat felt between her legs as he let out a quiet groan.
“My sweet…” he rasped. “My self control is so little. It’s merely hanging by a fraying thread. I respect you more than to take you in a library aisle…” he paused. “At least before we are married.” The thought flooded her brain, her skirts lifted up and his firm palm holding her mouth to keep her quiet. Taking her deep and slow against the shelves, filling her to the brim. Her leg hitched over his waist while fingers clawed at him- he didn’t know how he was able to wait.
“Harry…” she gasped, feeling his lips press to her jaw. “You’re making it so hard for me to behave. I need to be…” she lost her train of thought as her eyes closed, head falling back against the wood. His kisses were feather light, brushing over her jaw and making her fingers dig into his arms. If she was in this much pleasure just from this? What would it be like without all of the barriers? Would his fingers make her tingle as much on bare flesh? Would his kiss her all over?
“I’m sorry…” he mumbled against her skin. “I’m sorry…” teeth grazed her ear, making her whine. “I’m sorry, my sweet. I will stop.” He had to drag himself away from her body, tempted to nibble on her smooth neck and leave marks all over. He couldn’t. But he wanted to.
Y/N wanted to gasp at his looks. His dark gaze, eyes glinting in a darkness she had never seen before. Lust. True lust, his cheeks flushed and lips slightly swollen. It would look like they did more than look for books if they were caught, but Y/N committed it to memory. She wanted this very look painted in a portrait. Her Prince’s desire for her. Nothing had ever felt more real. “My beautiful prince…” she sighed, hands prying away from his arms to hold his hands. “We must leave or we will get carried away. You’ll never forgive yourself.” She knew that much. Harry was very proud of doing this properly. Of keeping himself a gentleman.
“I know.” his fingers squeezed over hers, taking his own deep breath as he calmed himself. “I’ll behave. It is hard, having the affections of a woman as stunning as you and not be able to indulge… But I must.” Even if it pained him. He would do this properly, honor her and make her his wife before he devoured her in the way he craved.
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tinkerbelldetective · 8 months ago
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You're still not sure how this works. You're 99% sure Rafael Barba is your soulmate, but the clock hasn't hit zero. You've met him, talked to him, and slid papers under his door for him to almost step on in the mornings or retrieve on late nights. But if the clock is still ticking, then you haven't met them, right? So, why do you feel safer when he's close by?
It's confusing. And you have no time for confusion about anything. Jack has delegated you second chair, one you are happy to accept. The case load is growing, the indictments issued flying from the clerk's office with increasing speed. You're issuing subpoenas left and right, searching records that go back so far you think you may have found the mythical lost pen an intern took from Paul Robinette because they were too chicken to ask him out so they settled for something he touched (or so you heard).
And Barba has hardly looked at you.
Olivia Benson had reassured you it was because the man is fiercely independent, not because he thought little of you. And while it helped, you couldn't help but grow saddened and irritated by the fact every interaction you shared with him was passing papers while he barely spared a glance.
The record in front of you is the biggest find yet. Unshredded and non-digitized remands. You're not sure how long you've been in this dusty old room, but it's worth it. You hop over the file boxes- you'll be back to fix them soon - and rush upstairs, aware you probably look like you've been crawling underneath a bed in a messy room, but this is it. The clincher. And you don't even care if he sees you looking dishelved, because this file is the red bow, the Michael Cutter homerun swing.
There's no dignity as you cross the threshold of his office, his brows raising as he pours his cup of coffee, your hands holding the file with such a tight grip he wonders how you haven't bent the folder.
"Rafael Barba, may I present four different remands and secret indictments. Done under suspicious circumstances and-" you flip through the file, finding the bright pink post it, "the other dismissed without prejudice."
The room slows, his eyes meeting yours with intensity. The clock on your wrist hits zero with an echoed final tock. You take a step closer, fiddling with the random thread on your sweater.
"I hoped it would be you."
He's quiet, placing his cup on the table before he takes the file out of your hands, fingers gently resting on your wrist, wordlessly asking for consent. You nod, watching with bated breath as he pushes the sleeve up just enough to see the fading clock.
"She always said it was the first time they see you not the first time you look," he murmers, thumb caressing your skin.
*
Barba's watching intently when you approach the stand, the evidence you either found or helped lead the way to balanced eaily in your hands despite the amount. The room grows quiet as you lay the receipts, the texts, fax confirmations, and signed agreements in front of the man on the stand.
"You weren't going to say this was a one-time deal, were you?"
*
Barba's hand lands at the small of your back as you descend the steps.
"Rafael," you begin, his first name foreign on your lips, "can I see your wrist?"
"It's zero."
You wrinkle your nose, halting at the bottom step.
"How long?"
"The day you met me."
"And mine just stopped?"
He frowns, removing his hand from your back to face you.
"Your dedication to justice, your determination, those became clear the minute you spent hours doing what someone else could have been doing. I saw you, and I knew." His hand cups your cheek fondly, brown eyes meeting yours, as if asking for permission. He presses his forehead to yours, lips barely grazing your own.
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sacredjake · 1 year ago
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Teach Me- Part Two
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pairing: Professor!Sam x 21+ College Student Reader
word count: 5.5k
warnings: MDNI 18+!!! cussing, brief talk of fighting, college, inappropriate relationship, fluff, explicit sexual content, making out, mutual masturbation, fingering (f. receiving), penetrative sex, itty-bitty spit play, slight use of nicknames, unprotected sex (use protection pls), semi-public sex(?), office sex (let me know if i missed any!!!)
quick thank you to @malany-gvf as always for helping and giving feedback <3333 you’re the best
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Over the next few weeks you did your best to focus during Sam’s lectures, but sometimes he made it incredibly difficult. In which ‘sometimes’ was every class. It was little things like the way he’d dress or constantly making eye contact with you that made the itch for him worse. You’d find yourself staring at his lips when he spoke, watching the way they’d part when he smiled or spoke. They were so plump and soft looking who could blame you?
One of the biggest distractions were his hands. They were large and veiny, but no doubt nimble and soft. You’d find yourself zoned in on them when he taught because he often talked with his hands, failing them about. Constantly you would daydream about what it would feel like to have his hands on your body. Would they be soft like you imagined, yet strong? Or would they be rough and calloused with a light touch?
This was your current internal debate during class today. You hadn’t been listening to Sam teach for the last ten minutes or so, your entire focus being on his hands. And of course he took notice of this.
“Y/n,”
The mention of your name made your eyes snap from his hands to his face, his gaze boring into you, “Could you tell me how many kilograms of CO2 a tree can sequester in just one year?” Your cheeks burned as he put you in the spot, and you were sure you looked like a damn tomato.
“Um, no sir.” Your voice cracked slightly from nerves and unuse. He only offered a small ‘tsk’ in response before moving onto another student. They answered his question quickly and correctly to which he was satisfied, and continued on with the remainder of the lesson.
“Alright, as everyone should know from day one and the syllabus, there are a few large assignments in this class that make up a rather hefty portion of your grade. Today will be the start of the first assignment as I will be releasing all of the guidelines for it online, and going over some key points for the rest of class.”
Sam continued to explain what the assignment was, going into details about it and giving resources to make it easier. The task was fairly simple. You would be given a specific forest to study and research, from there you were to write a research paper on three key species that you felt held the greatest impact on the ecosystem around it. Easy enough.
“I will be assigning you each a forest on Thursday at the end of class. Your lab time this week will be dedicated to completing the assignment, so if you would like to stay for the lab on Thursday and work on it then, you may. If you would like to go home after class and work on it outside of the classroom, that is fine as well. I will be in the room during normal lab time in case anyone has any questions or would like to stay.”
With that, he concluded the lecture for the day and began to pack up his papers and folders just like he always did. You and your classmates mirrored Sam, shoving any items that were being used back into your backpacks and zipping them closed. As every day before, you didn’t linger. You slung your bag onto your shoulder and made your way up the stairs and out of the room. Since the first day when he asked you to stay behind you didn’t want to give Sam any reason to ask you to stay after class. And you certainly didn’t want to seem like you were waiting for him to ask. You weren’t that desperate.
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***SAM POV***
She left the room quickly, just as she had the past few weeks. Ever since he had asked her to stay back on the first day. Sam knew it was for the best, but he couldn’t help the frustration he felt at the situation as a whole. She was one of the most beautiful women he had seen, and he wanted her. Needed her. He snuck glances at her retreating form watching the way her hips swung, her ass shifting from side to side, until she was finally out of sight.
Gathering up the rest of his papers and belongings, he tried his best to calm himself and push her out of his mind. Sam made his way to the TA office where he could begin assigning each of his students a subject for the project he mentioned earlier. He passed by other grad students and teachers along his way, nodding and saying a quick hello to a few before entering the room.
The room was completely empty which was normal during this time of day. Most students were either teaching or taking classes of their own, and Sam liked it this way. There were less distractions, and he already had enough of those.
He made his way over to his work area in the shared space and dug out the list of students in his class along with the forests he had to choose from. There were a few less forests than students, so a couple of students would have to have the same subject. No big deal, just a little extra work to make sure groups that ran together got all different assignments.
He was deep into his work when another grad student entered the room, startling him when he spoke.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” Sebastian set his things down at his station and walked over to see what Sam was up to.
“Ah Jesus dude, you scared the hell out of me.” Sam’s hand clutched his chest as he peered over his shoulder to greet his friend.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. What’re you working on?”
“Just the Forest Ecosystem assignment for Professor Buckley’s class that I’m teaching this semester.”
Sebastian pulled a chair up next to his friend, sitting backwards with his arms resting on the backrest and looked over Sam’s shoulder at the list of names on the sheet. Sam continued to write a number next to each student’s name that corresponded with a number assigned to a forest on his other sheet. As a small assignment from the first week, Sam had his students write down their favorite forest and one they didn’t know much about on a piece of paper with their name and turn it in. Little did they know that the purpose of that assignment was that later on, Sam could assign each student a forest that they did not already know well.
“Ah yeah, I forgot you’re teaching it this semester. How’s that going for you?”
‘Well it would be going great if your insanely hot sister wasn’t in it’ he thought.
“It’s going well I think. Most of my students are pretty good, and they show up everyday which is a relief for me. Makes a lot of things easier.”
“Good to hear, I hate having shitty students.” Sebastian agreed, nodding his head. “My sister is in your class I think, how’s she doing?”
“Oh, uh,” Sam gulped, but met his friend’s eyes, “Yeah she is. She’s doing fine. A bit distracted, but nothing to be worried about.
“Distracted?” He asked, confusion lacing through his voice, and sat up straighter. “That doesn’t seem like her at all.”
Sam knew he had to tell Sebastian some of the truth. Partly because he didn’t want him to worry, and also because he didn’t want him to find out from someone else that he had hit on his friend’s sister.
“Yeah, uh, it might be my fault…” He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick of his. Sebastian was well aware, immediately jumping to conclusions.
“Dude. Please do not tell me that you hooked up with my little sister, because I swear to God, Sam, I will kick your ass. Not to mention she’s your student?” Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. His voice was calm, but stern as if he was trying to keep his cool.
“I didn’t hook up with her! I promise I didn’t!” Sam held his hands up in front of him in defense, waving them to emphasize he was telling the truth. “I met her at a bar the Sunday before classes started and hit on her, but I had no idea she was your sister or that she was my student! I swear. Nothing happened either, and I made sure once I knew who she was to clear the air and set things straight that day.”
Sebastian visibly relaxed as Sam explained what happened. He sighed with a light whistle and clapped a hand to Sam’s shoulder, his weight leaning on the forearm pressed against the chair.
“I believe you. Still kind of weird that you hit on my little sister, but at least you didn’t sleep with her. It would’ve sucked having to kick your ass and then explain to Jake and Josh why I did it.” Sebastian laughed lightly before standing and walking back over to his desk. The conversation was dropped as they both went to work which Sam was thankful for.
Sebastian didn’t stay much longer as he was needing to get to his lab for Dr. Rhone. He left Sam to think about what he had said about hitting on you and the fact that he would have to kick his ass if he did hook up with you. It didn’t surprise Sam that Sebastian would react the way he did.
You were forbidden fruit.
Tempting and sweet, but full of consequences for Sam if he indulged even the slightest. But because you were forbidden fruit he wanted you that much more. He constantly had to remind himself that you could not possibly be worth the friendship he had with your brother and that you certainly were not worth his job…
However tempting you may be.
***END SAM POV***
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“Okay look I gotta tell you something, and you can’t get mad that I didn’t say anything sooner.”
“Um… Okay?”
Macie sat across from you at the small coffee shop where the two of you liked to go when you needed to study or work. It was a cute, quiet little place across town where most students went. There were comfortable chairs and sofas that filled almost every spot along with tables and bars to accompany them. Most of the time they played soft instrumental music that made it easier for you to focus on your work.
“Remember how I told y’all about the guy that hit on me at the bar a few weeks back? The night before classes started?”
She took a sip of her coffee and nodded into the lip of the mug with a small “mhmm” sounding from her closed mouth.
“Well it turns out that he’s my professor.”
Macie’s eyes went wide, and she struggled to hold the liquid behind her closed lips as she coughed from inhaling a bit of it. She swallowed the coffee, still sputtering and tapping her chest with her hand lightly.
“Jesus y/n, are you trying to kill me? What do you mean he’s your professor?”
“I’m sorry, how was I supposed to know you’d choke?” You joked, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Well, I guess technically he’s not my professor? He’s actually the TA that teaches my lab, but my real professor is out on maternity leave and won’t be back until like finals, so he’s teaching the class.”
“Okay… So basically your professor hit on you at a bar? Cause that's probably not awkward now or anything.”
“Dude you have no idea. He spoke with me after class the first day to set the record straight because it’s highly inappropriate and he’s kinda friends with my brother. Which, like, I know it's inappropriate-”
“Oh dear god, don’t say what I think you’re about to-”
“But I can’t stop thinking about fucking him.
“And you said it.” Macie exasperated, looking at you like you had lost your mind, and flinging her hands in the air and falling back against her seat.
“Partially it’s his fault! That day after class he could tell that I was um, looking at him, ya know, and told me that it had to stop because he basically wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.”
“What do you mean he said he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back?” She sat up a little more in her seat, eyebrows raised. You on the other hand sunk back into yours slightly.
“He may have said… um… that it’s highly inappropriate for anything to happen between us because it could cost him his job and my brother would kill him… but that, um, when I look at him the way I was, neither of those are good enough reasons for him to not do something about it…”
Her mouth hung partially open in shock and you could see the gears in her mind stall. She didn’t say anything for a few moments and you both just sat in silence, your legs bouncing as your elbows rested on them. You watched as she picked her mug up from the table and took a long sip before speaking again.
“The only thing I don’t understand is how you refrained from jumping his bones right then and there. That’s literally so hot.”
“Okay, right?!” You fell back against your chair and slumped into the seat with your arms crossed over your stomach. Macie did the opposite and leaned forward more, her elbows resting on her knees.
“Typically I would not condone something like this, but I think you should go for it. A forbidden fling with a ‘professor’? That’s pretty… saucy.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully at you.
“Okay then you have to help me execute this thing. Any ideas?”
Macie leaned back into the couch and crossed her legs. She stared back at you with a mischievous grin and a wild look in her eyes.
“Oh I have plenty of ideas.”
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By the time Thursday rolled around, you and Macie had come up with a plan. The drive from your house to campus, as well as the walk to class, had consisted of you hyping yourself up. You weren’t going to allow yourself to back out. No, you were doing this.
The entire class time you were more focused than you had ever been. You kept yourself from daydreaming and only allowed your eyes to wander from the screen to look at Sam a few times. Each time of course you found his eyes looking back at you.
Damn him.
“I’m going to call out everyone’s names one by one and assign you a forest, so be ready to write it down. As soon as I have given you a forest you may either leave or stay. If you have any questions, please wait until I have given out everyone’s assignment.”
Most of the people he called before you had decided to leave, while a few stayed. Eventually he called your name.
“You’ll be doing your assignment over the Monteverde Cloud Forest in Costa Rica.” You nodded your head in response and opened your laptop to begin your research. When Sam was finally finished giving students their assignments, there were only about five students and you remaining in the class.
For the next forty-five minutes the only sounds that filled the room were the clicking of keys from laptops and the occasional scratch of a pencil on notebook paper. You made it a point to not look at Sam the entire time, and instead kept your face buried in your work.
Being so wrapped up in the assignment you barely realized that everyone else who had stayed finally cleared out. It was only when you realized how silent it had become, did you look around the room finding yourself the only student left.
You were also the only person left in the room as Sam was nowhere to be seen. His things were still scattered on the desk, an indication that he hadn’t left yet. It struck you that he was probably in Professor Buckley’s office that was attached to the room. You saved the progress you made on your laptop and packed all of your belongings away into your backpack before slinging it onto your back and walking down to the office.
The office door was ajar enough that you could see Sam sitting behind the desk. He appeared to be working on something, the pencil in his hand moving quickly across the page. You glanced around the room behind you before silently entering the office and shutting the door once inside. The clicking of the latch drew Sam’s head up, his eyes meeting yours instantly.
“You’re my teacher.” You dropped your backpack to the ground next to your feet. “You’re my teacher and I know that because you’re my teacher that I shouldn’t be staring at your lips while you give a lecture, thinking about what they would feel like,” You walked further into the room as you spoke,
“What they’d feel like against my own lips, or pressed against my skin.” You walked closer to the large desk sitting in the center of the space, unzipping the light jacket you were wearing slowly. You peeled it from your body leaving it to land on the floor somewhere as you made your way over to Sam. He had not moved from his chair, only sitting up straighter, his mouth parted ever so slightly.
“I know that I should be focused on the subject material on the screen and not on your hands. I know that I shouldn’t be thinking about the ways your hands could touch and caress me. Wondering if they’re soft and gentle,” You rounded the corner of his desk, your finger trailing along the wooden top, as he swiveled his chair to open him up to you, “Or rough and strong.” His right elbow rested on the desk with his weight leaned into it, the lower portion of his arm hanging down freely. His body was facing you, his legs spread open and his left arm resting on the arm rest.
“Y/n.” He warned, “Don’t do this.” His voice had a soft plea to it while also holding a serious tone. His expression mirrored his voice, looking stoic yet like a deer caught in headlights. It was clear he was internally battling himself.
“But I can’t stop thinking about you. You, your lips, your hands, what you might feel like,” You took another step closer to him. His knee brushed the outside of your leg as you began to step between them.
“What you might taste like.”
You trailed a hand up his thigh with a feather light touch, slow and teasing. Sam inhaled a sharp breath as your index finger skirted near the outline of his growing erection.
“You’re my teacher,” You pulled your hand away from his leg, and leaned in close to his ear, your hot breath fanning over his skin, “So teach me.”
“Y/n, I- We-” You pulled away from him, his pupils were blown, and he looked as though his brain was short-circuiting.
“Teach me, Sam.” You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head.
“Y/n please, You know-” He leaned forward in his chair looking up at you, his large hands flying out to try and capture your wrists to stop you. You evaded his attempts, tucking your hands behind your back.
“Teach me.” You kicked off your shoes before popping the button of your jeans and unzipping them. Sam watched with hooded and conflicted eyes as you shimmied the denim down your legs and kicked them to the side. You were left in only your bra and thong standing in front of him.
There was a moment where you weren’t sure what he would do, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He was too far gone now, you had pushed him over the edge.
Sam grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap, his lips crashing against yours. His lips were soft like you thought they would be, but they were needy, and strong, and hungry, quickly heating your entire body from head to toe. His teeth caught your lower lip, pulling on it lightly and biting down softly before releasing it and soothing it over with a swipe of his tongue. You couldn’t help the mewl that escaped your mouth when his tongue glided across your lower lip, leaving your lips parted for his tongue to enter your mouth.
Your fingers wound themselves in his hair at the base of his skull, scraping the skin and pulling the roots. His right hand slid from your waist down to your bare ass cheek, his fingers digging into the meaty flesh, and eliciting a whine from you.
Sam detracted his mouth from yours and began trailing hot, open mouthed kissed down the column of your neck. His tongue brushed against a sensitive spot along your throat causing your hips to roll involuntarily against his erection.
“Oh, fuck.” Sam whined, his fingers digging harder into your ass. His left hand snaked up your body to the back of your head, pulling your hair to expose more of you to him. The sting from his hand in your hair along with his continued attack of his lips down your neck was delicious. You rolled your hips into him again, a breathy moan gracing the air.
You needed more.
Reaching behind you, your hands quickly unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your arms. Sam withdrew his lips from your skin allowing him to look at your bare chest, his right hand sliding up the contour of your hips and waist to sit just under your breast. You continued to roll your hips slowly, setting a steady pace as he took you in.
“You are so beautiful.” His thumb skirted along the underside of your boob, the skin prickling in its wake, your nipples hard and aching for attention. Sam’s hands dropped to your waist, stilling the motion of your hips completely.
“Sam please.” You whine out in frustration, trying to move against his strong hands.
“Shhh sweet girl.” He cooed, his voice soft and hushed, almost breathless.
Sam used his grip on your hips to lift you from his lap slightly, and slide forward in the chair. He guided your legs to wrap around his waist before wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs and latching his lips to yours again. Your arms hooked around his neck for support pulling your chest flush against his as he stood from the chair. Kicking the chair out of the way, Sam moved towards the desk to set you down on the edge of it, your lips never parting.
Your ankles unlocked from his back, falling open around his waist while your hands roamed his chest. Sam’s hands held your face, his fingers slightly curling into your hair with how large his hands were. You worked to undo the buttons of his shirt in a frenzy, desperate to touch his bare chest. As if he was biding his time while you worked on removing his shirt, Sam’s lips kissed a hot trail down your neck and sternum as you pushed the soft fabric down his shoulders. The material slipped down his arms with light force, and dropped to the ground. His hands left your face, his right digging into your hip while the other cupped your breast. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, his mouth closing around the other, his tongue lapping and swirling around it.
His name fell from your lips in a whimper and your back arched, pushing your chest further into him. You gazed down at where his mouth was attached to your breast, and watched as his mouth moved against your skin. Your hands found the waistband of his pants, popping the button and pulling the fly of them down.
Sam’s hand on your hip trailed to the inside of your thigh as you hooked your fingers in the band of his pants and pushed them down. His mouth was back on yours, his fingers finding their way to your damp underwear finally providing the friction you desperately craved, making you suck in a breath at the feeling of his fingers grazing up and down your clothed slit.
“Already making a mess of your panties for me?” He spoke into your mouth, his voice was low and husky causing more of your arousal to flood your already soaked underwear. You could do nothing but nod fervently against his mouth, and slip your hand into his boxers.
Sam pulled your underwear to the side, his fingers dipping between your folds, dragging upwards to draw tight circles on your clit, and happily swallowing every whimper and moan that his fingers drew from your lips. Your hand wrapped around his length and gave an experimental squeeze before sliding up to the tip and back down, twisting your wrist on the descent.It was now your turn to swallow Sam’s moans.
He pulled his mouth from yours and rested his forehead in the crook of your neck, his heavy breaths cascading down your chest. Both of your hands worked in tandem with one another, and followed the same pace until his fingers ventured down to your entrance. His finger lightly circled your weeping cunt, testing the waters and waiting for your reaction.
“Please don’t tease me, Sammy,” You mewled, voice sweet and fucked out, “Please I need to feel you. Please, please.” Sam groaned, loving the way his name fell from your lips, and how you begged for him. From this angle he could see everything. He could see your hand pumping up and down in his underwear, and more importantly, he could watch his fingers as they entered you.
He slid his finger into your pussy, watching each knuckle disappear slowly. For a moment your hand on his shaft froze. When you finally came out of the brief haze, both of your hands began to pull Sam’s boxers down his hips. Before returning your hand to his cock, Sam grabbed your hand and lifted it to your face, his eyes staring directly into yours.
“Spit.”
It was a demand, his tone was soft, but curt and you would’ve done just about anything to have him talk to you like that again. Keeping your eyes trained on his, you let a bead of saliva fall from your lips into your open palm.
“Good girl.” The smirk combined with those two little words had you clenching around his finger deep in your cunt.
When you returned your hand to him, you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head, his head tilted back slightly. It was quite possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen. You could feel the white hot band in your core growing tighter and tighter by the second.
“Sam, I’m- I’m so close. I wanna- fuck, wanna cum on your dick, please.”
“Fucking Christ.” Sam couldn’t help the way his hips involuntarily rutted themselves into your fist. His finger withdrew from you, quickly putting an end to your rising climax as his hands gripped the backs of your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the desk. Just from the small change in distance you could feel the head of him nudging the inside of your thighs.
His hand replaced yours on his length as he brushed his tip up your slit and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Finally he pushed into you, both of you watching how he disappeared inch by inch into your heat until he was completely sheathed. It was undeniable how utterly full you felt. Sam was larger than you expected, the sting as he entered very apparent. He waited a breath or two, moving his hands to the back of your thighs to lift your legs ever so slightly, and then slid out almost completely before ramming back into you.
“Fuck!” The curse squeaked from your throat rather loudly causing Sam’s hand to drop your leg and cover your mouth.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet, baby. Can’t let anyone know what we’re doing in here. Can you do that for me? Can you be my sweet girl and stay quiet?”
Once again you could only nod, your brain malfunctioning with the nickname he had bestowed upon you.
Sam didn’t respond and instead thrust into you at a much faster, and much harder pace. He lifted your leg once again allowing his cock to hit a delicious new angle. With each thrust his head brushed against that sweet spot, sending electricity throughout your entire body, and in a matter of seconds you could feel the band tighten, on the very cusp of your release. You opened your mouth to warn him, but no words formed, no sound escaped.
“I know, I can feel how tight she’s squeezing me. I’m there too. Just a little bit more.” His hips moved faster, railing into you at a speed you never thought possible.
Every thought was wiped from your mind, nothing but white hot pleasure coursing along every synapse. As each moment passed, your peak climbed higher and higher. You never thought an orgasm could last this long or be this intense. You hadn’t realized that your walls were clenching and fluttering around Sam the entire time, hurling him towards his own peak.
“I’m about to- Oh fuck, I’m gonna- Where do you want me to-?”
“Inside. Please, inside.”
Sam groaned burying his face into your neck and hooking your leg on his hip so his fingers could toy with your clit. In an instant your climax plateaued causing every muscle in your body to go rigid and your head thrown back. Your hearing went fuzzy, and your eyes were screwed shut, but you could feel Sam’s warmth coat your walls.
The sound of his ragged breath fills your ears as you finally descend from the euphoric high. Neither of you move, both of you trying to regain your breath. After a moment Sam lifts his head from your neck, his hands coming up to cup both of your cheeks, and bring your lips to his into a soft, and slow kiss.
Parting from the kiss, he withdraws himself from you and grabs a few tissues from the box on the desk. He’s careful as he cleans you up knowing you’re still very sensitive and the tissues aren’t the softest. When he finishes, he gently slides his finger along the seam of your underwear and guides them back in place.
Sam pulls his own underwear back on along with his pants and grabs both of your discarded clothing from the floor. Everything he did was tender and sweet, and you hated it. You hated it because you loved it so much. You hated it because it made your heart melt, and your stomach flip. You hated it because your silly crush based on desire was starting to find its footing.
With your clothes in one hand, he held the other out for you to take. You placed your right hand in his, your left supporting yourself off the desk to hop down. Once firmly on the ground, Sam handed your clothing to you with a giddy smile on his face.
“Teach me?”
“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes with a grin and pulled the denim of your jeans back up your legs. Sam pushed his arms through the sleeves of his shirt and began to button it back up, finishing the last few buttons as you tossed your shirt over your head.
Fully dressed, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, your chests flush with one another, his eyes staring directly into yours.
“No one can know about this. Understand?” He tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. Even when he was being serious he looked at you so softly.
“I won’t tell anyone… I mean my best friend knows, but-“
“No, y/n. No one can know. I can get in a lot of trouble for this.” He shook his head, his hand still holding your face.
“Sam, she's my best friend. She’s not going to tell anyone. You’re telling me that you’re not going to tell anyone about this? Not even your best friend?”
Sam pondered what you said for a moment. You could tell that you were right with what you had said. He sighed and shook his head again, but this time with a smile.
“You’re trouble.”
“Only the good kind.” You winked at him and he huffed a laugh. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he spoke again.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
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FIVE TIPS FOR STUDYING WHEN ILL OR OTHERWISE INCONVENIENCED...
disclaimer: when at all possible, you should always prioritise physical and mental wellbeing over a good grade. If you are seriously ill to the point where it is heavily impeding your capacity to study, you are not fit to take an exam, or write an essay, and I hope your educational institute has measures for exceptional circumstances/extensions/deferrals to allow you to do so! Alas, it isn't always possible to do the ideal thing in life, and that is where my experience comes into play.
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Sometimes you find yourself in a crappy predicament a couple weeks before an essay is due, or an exam is scheduled, and you find yourself slipping further away from the stacl of textbooks on your desk, and closer to the comforts of your bed and the rest you really wish you had the time to make the most of.
Right now, my hormones are currently out of whack in a way that could meaning anything from (the most likely cause) PCOS to perimenopause at 22 to plenty of other less likely possibilities I'd rather not dwell on. This means that sitting up for more than 5-10 minutes in the same position sends my abdomen into spasms and sharp pains, and generally existing hour to hour is a painful, emotional, hot-flush filled experience.
That being said, I have an exam in a few days, and since deferral is not an option for me (this is my last attempt, I can't take any more time off of uni, my last attempt was last year during a period of several losses that occurred on an interruption year I had taken due to burn-out and unresolved trauma sliding into my life- you get where I'm going with the 'sometimes life is a bitch and your general and academic life can't be pretty and pristine' bit) I have been doing my best to balance comfort and productivity in a way that helps me look out for what I need right now whilst still getting in as much revisiom as I'm able to.
So! I thought I'd share my little tips for building a comfy study space when conditions are not ideal but you still gotta keep moving:
• abandon the 'do not study in bed' tip, but only for as long as it helps you as opposed to hindering you. I have tried sittimg up at a desk with pillows and blankets swathing me- and all I get for it is hefty back pain and constant awkward readjustments every time I start heating up or shift around in my seat too much. If you're ill, you aren't doing yourself any good sitting hunched over a desk either- and frankly your sleep is probably going to be buggered until you're feeling better anyways. So, if sitting at a desk is putting you off, prop up some pillows, rest your writing materials on a hard surface (a folder, an A4 hardback- a chopping board works for a cute wannabe lap desk too), and set a zone of your bed aside (or just use a bedside cabinet if you have one) for anything you'll be using fairly often- by which I mean stationary, textbooks you'll be using over the course of the next hour or so- just enough stuff to save you constantly getting up out of your comfy study bubble.
• listen to tesco: every little helps. What I like to do to get myself going when I'm feeling naff- which works also if you're simply having a difficult time focusing yourself for the day- is to do micro pomodoro sessions, where I'll dedicate myself to 5 minutes minimum of focused study. If I really can't bring myself to continue longer than 5 minutes, I'll let myself rest for a little while (up to 20-30 minutes) before getting myself to do another micro session. This may not seem very productive, but you are more likely to do a good hour of work on a bad day when you tell yourself you only need to do little 5 minute sessions, than procrastinating studying because you feel as if you'll have to sit up and focus for a much longer period of time for it to count. Every. Little. Helps. In 5 minutes you can run through a topic of flash cards, do a slide of lecture notes, answer small exam questions, do a page or two of readings- and on a good day, that 5 minutes might turn into 10 with a small break, then 15, then you'll find yourself picking up your regular pace in no time! But again, even 5 minutes, just one little session, is a win when the world is throwing hurdles at you <3
• maximise your comfort: you know the little things that bring you joy, and you don't habe to be rolling in cash to surround yourself with little things to keep you going when all you want to do is sleep. My current comforts are the loyal presence of my cat next to me, a few old blankets I can swaddle myself in to stare at the ceiling when my ovaries are throwing a tantrum, a little variety of teas (currently rocking a chai latte with home bargains vanilla syrup, girl gotta have her sweet relief), a pack of energy drinks, some painkillers, and a little incense tray nearby that I forget to use 70% of the time (though the remaining 30% makes up for that). None of this is in particular mandatory- if it were, the dog people of the world would be doomed. The point is, find your little comforts- an activity you can do from the comfort of your bed like a puzzle, sensory toy or just a book to doodle in, a certain type of drink or snack you really love, some smellies (perfume, incense, candles, wax melts, and so on), supplies for whatever ails you- little personal things to relax you whilst you try to gather your energy.
• Now is not the time to push it. I tend to find the times in which I am most likely to push myself past my limits are the times in whicj something is inhibiting me- the frustration of being bed-bound, fatigued due to chronic conditions, etc tends to make me feel even more than usual that I am not doing enough because of my awareness of my present restrictions. Though this post is about pusning through bad times, you should be doing so with self-compassion, and with the mindset that every little bit you achieve in your current state is a win, a bonus, even if you find yourself unable to work to the same standard as normal. You aren't well- you aren't supposed to be functioning at 100% because your body is only functioning at 50%, and if you want to get back to your regular stressed student self you need to rest! Remember that a slightly lower grade than you were expecting in the short-term is not a reflection on your character, and it's better to *be* better for the long-term than to work yourself into a ditch and burn-out when you are already at a low point.
• If healthy study you is a carefully rehearsed play, then sick study you is a completely improvised show. Don't knock the analogy, even if it is silly and obscure- when I am at my peak, I will time-block my studies, plan to do certain topics on certain days, do 30-5 or 50-10 study sessions, work during a set period from the morning to the mid afternoon.
When I am ill, I do not know when I will be unable to sit up to work. I do not know when I will be able to sleep, to stomach food, to concentrate- so I have to accept that the normal routines that keep me consistent have to be chucked in the bin for the time being. Instead of planning my whole day, I create a vague, rough outline of the next few things I want to get done. This way, I don't feel crushed when I start working on lecture notes and find myself flat out on my back crying 10 minutes later- I just pick up where I left off when I'm ready, and work in increments from there.
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Right now my sleep is a bit fudgy because of night sweats/panics and p a i n, and by building a cosy space and letting my plans adapt to my body's needs I've managed to get 3 hrs of lecture notes, 2 sets of flashcards, and a set of logic practise questkons done over night between 8pm-4:30am. If I had tried to stick to my regular 'good day' study routine, I don't think I would have lasted 15 minutes before giving up and crawling over to youtube with a bowl of white chocolate and a horlicks in hand.
It is this kind of adaptability to external conditions that allowed me to survive an unstable home situation during college that meant weeks without wifi, constantly moving between different homes and constant fear of eviction due to family debts I was too young to do anything about- and allowed me to get into the top university in London* as a working class girly from a council estate.
I was given the opportunity to do an extra year at college for free due to these circumstances and a great support network within the institute to make sure I got into the specific university that I wanted to, and I had to take an interruption after my firdt yesr of university because I am not a super-human, and I knew my limits- but I'm still going, and the time away I've had has paid off and gotten me back to my scrappy, chaotic, passionately nerdy self.
You can be messy and be a good student too- and you can get through the worst of times with a little adaptability, perseverance, a good support network and a little self care ♡
*Times Good University Guide, 2024.
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Dear Ozzgin,
I am currently in the process of working on the Ozz Harem narrative, a project I have not previously undertaken. After dedicating several arduous days to research and study, I am pleased to report that I have managed to grasp some key elements necessary to initiate this storytelling endeavor. However, it is worth noting that this may be a narrative that initially falters before gradually improving.
On a separate note, I recently acquired a new personal computer, which unfortunately resulted in the loss of all the Sims characters I had previously created. This has left me feeling quite disheartened. While I intend to redownload all of my custom content, I cannot predict when I will muster the energy to do so, as my motivation has been significantly diminished.
In more positive news, I had the opportunity to view the 'Amnesia: The Dark Descent' edit that you produced. Though I may not excel at providing feedback, I am eager to experiment with creating posters once again. I hope that you find them satisfactory, and if not, please do not hesitate to express any criticisms so that I may refine or reconstruct them accordingly.
How have you been? It has been some time since our last correspondence, and I offer my apologies for my extended absence. The demands of life can often become overwhelming and all-consuming. I have noticed the expansion of your harem and trust that you are enjoying the experience. Your blog continues to captivate and amuse me, and I am grateful for your commitment to engaging with your audience.
Warm regards, Unicornymous
Dear Unicornymous,
Allow me to start by praising your work, as it’s the very first detail that catches my eye. You have put all my previous text edits to shame. Not only have you followed the game aesthetic masterfully, but the choice of fonts is just flawless. Had I not known the context of the image, I would’ve assumed it to be an official dungeon game. This is clearly the hand of someone with digital design knowledge and an instinct for aesthetic. You have my compliments.
I am saddened to hear about the loss of your saved files. I personally keep a (periodically updated) copy of my Sims folder, with all the data, in a safe place to be transferred in the case of crashes/errors/new devices. Perhaps it is something you can consider in the future, to save yourself the grief of lost progress. I suspect it is a shared feeling among simmers.
You do not have to apologize for your absence, I will always appreciate your correspondence regardless of its regularity. Your own well-being in daily life should remain your top priority.
Lastly, it is I who should be thanking all the kind people reaching out to me, as there would be no conversation without the others’ input. I merely respond to the creativity and humor that is being offered, and for that I am grateful. I look forward to hearing more about your ongoing project, and - most importantly - I hope it brings you joy and entertainment.
Yours truly,
Ozzgin
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pudding-parade · 2 years ago
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Piece of Paradise by Visty6
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Do you like elaborate Victorian architecture? Then this might be a world for you. Alternatively, are you OK with utterly destroying elaborate Victorian architecture and creating a beautiful natural environment for fairies or merpeople instead? Then this also might be a world for you. :)
In general, I really like this creator's worlds. They're usually small, (mostly) empty, often roadless, and they're always beautifully decorated with a riot of dense, colorful flora and pretty waterfalls and such. If you like such worlds, I highly recommend that you take a look at the other worlds on this creator's blog, too, as well as the lots they have up for download. I use this creator's worlds often to make naturalistic fairies-only worlds, which is something I like to play sometimes. They're perfect for that.
This one, however, is suitable for humans because it has houses and rabbitholes and such. However, as you might have guessed, I have also used it as a dedicated world for merpeople, after bulldozing all the existing lots, creating a more natural living environment, and adding some diving lots. The mers swim between the islands to get where they're going, and because the islands are close together, it doesn't take too long to swim between them, so it works beautifully.
The world's download page also has a lot of pics of the world, so you can look at them there, too. (As usual, the title of this post is a link to the world's download page.) I'm not sure if/how those pics are edited and/or what sort of lighting mods and such the creator used for their pics, if any, so I'm posting pics taken in my own game with my lighting mod and my minimalist Reshade and such. Between the two sets of pics, hopefully you'll get an idea of how the place might look in your own game. :)
Note: This world does use some CC, all made by the world's creator. I'm not going to say it's required, because it's outdoor plants, but if you don't have them, you will lose some of the "look" of the lots. The CC isn't included in the world but is rather linked to on the world's download page. However, when you go to those pages, you'll likely get a security warning from your browser/antivirus. It may or may not be false positives. Either way, my computer is like Fort Knox, so I just barge right through. :)
I don't generally reupload non-Exchange worlds with these overviews, especially not for creators who are still active (though Visty has moved on to TS4), but I'm making an exception here because of the possible security issues. So, I'm reuploading a folder with the CC in .package format along with a .world file for the world. The file is here. The .world file goes in your install files under GameData - Shared - NonPackaged - Worlds, while the CC .package files go in with all your other CC. I made it so that the CC is separate from the .world file, so that you can decide whether or not you want to install the CC. I recommend that you do if you're going to keep the world as-is -- if you're going to tear it all down, obviously you won't need the CC :) -- and I installed the CC to take the pics on this post, but it's up to you. It's only 10 files, total, nine plants and an arbor. The plants are mostly climbing roses for walls/columns/porches and roses that drape over the arbor. So, if you like Victorian/cottage-y kind of feels, the CC would probably be useful to you in general.
More info and pics behind the cut!
Here are Edit Town images of the islands with lots on them, pre-built and otherwise:
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And here is a map view image that includes the two community rabbithole lots:
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According to its download page and Google Translate (because the download page is in Czech, and I don't speak Czech), the world requires World Adventures, Pets, Supernatural, Seasons, and University Life. I don't think it has any Store content. The most important EP to have is Supernatural because each island in the world has a LLAMA box or two on it. So unless you want your sims constantly using water taxis to get anywhere, you'll want Supernatural installed for this world. Plus, many of the rabbitholes and much of the build/buy stuff is from Supernatural.
The world is roadless. There are footpaths on some of the larger islands, but mostly you're meant to travel to the different lots via the LLAMA boxes. Because of the nature of the world, I would recommend using NRaas Register to disable strays and wildlife in the world. They will just get stuck if you don't.
I'm not sure how big the world is overall. I think it might be 1024x1024, but whatever the case, the playable area is a collection of small islands clustered together, as you can see in the pics. Thanks to combo rabbitholes, the world does manage to squeeze in most of the base game rabbitholes. It doesn't have a diner, a stadium, or a mausoleum. It doesn't have an equestrian center, but horses wouldn't be practical in this world, anyway. And it doesn't have the Supernatural rabbitholes, but those and a mausoleum are easy enough to plop down somewhere, if you want them.
The world has no spawners except for fish. Even minor pets do not spawn. This is typical of Visty's worlds, for whatever reason. So, if you want collectibles and minor pets and such, you'll need to add spawners yourself.
There are 15 pre-placed lots, total. Other than the two rabbithole lots, they are residential or empty. There are six pre-built residential lots (If Google translated the Czech on the download page correctly, the residential lots were made by a different creator) and seven empty lots to do with as you please. Most of the pre-built lots are fully furnished/decorated, but one is completely empty and one is semi-empty inside.
You might want to use some of the empty lots to build/place other kinds of community lots -- Like a graveyard, for instance -- because the world has none of them. It is also possible to add more lots, especially on the islands that have none and especially if you want to add some lots that extend into the water and then build some ports/houseboats or over-the-water lots on stilts. But, there are also some spots on some of the islands where you could squeeze in small lots completely on land, too, if you need more lots. Such added lots will likely not be flat, however. The islands that only have pre-placed empty lots on them already have LLAMA boxes placed off-lot, in the world, like so:
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So, you don't have to worry about adding them to the lots you build/place buildings on the pre-placed empty lots.
Here are exterior pics of the pre-built residential lots:
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Personally, while the lots are creatively built, lavishly landscaped, and very pretty to look at, I'm not in love with them. Partly, this is because I detest Victorian-style architecture but it's mostly because the houses just don't seem practical for playing purposes. Those that are fully furnished and decorated are cluttered and pretty cramped inside, with sunken spaces and small rooms that I can see sims getting stuck in. Or, it's likely that a pair of sims will have to walk a bit to find a spot that's large enough that they can do the routing necessary to have a conversation. Plus, about half of them only have one bedroom, despite being large. So, it would maybe be great if you're playing the world as a retirement island for wealthy elders or if you're just using it as a set/backdrop for period storytelling, but for regular playing with families? I'm thinking not. This is why I was happy to bulldoze the lots and reimagine the entire world, but maybe it will be your cup of tea just as it is.
Here are some random pics of some of the interiors of the fully-furnished/decorated houses, so you can see something of what I mean:
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Here is a view of the lot with most of the rabbitholes:
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And I think that's about all I have to say. We'll finish off with more random scenery.
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