#it’s all very exciting for me i wanna do a steam soon!!

[motheyes]

my brother went with me to check out if it’s something he could do to. made it sm easier

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕*

Pairing: Minho x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Reader Blindfolded and Tied, Oral (M), Slight Face fucking, Fingering, Slight degrading, Hint at Multiple rounds, Slight touch at free use, Creampie, unprotected sex (as usual). Slightly proofread. I think that’s all?

You can find the request here, very much enjoyed writing this such a good idea😩

-🩵

Minho has been stressed lately, although he won’t admit it you can tell. He’s been working a lot, it feels like he comes home crashed and just does it all over again. You thought to yourself ‘I don’t think he even realized today was his birthday’. Of course you didn’t wanna tell him it would make your surprise even better. It did make you feel bad however you’d make it up to him.

You lay some rope on the bed that matches the cute little red bow you have wrapped around your waist. It also matches the bows you have in your hair, you look like the sweetest gift anyone could ever ask for. You checked your phone looking at the time. You didn’t even realize there was a text from Minho reading.

😻: I’m on my way home. (Sent 15 mins ago)

A grin came across your face, he’d be home very soon so you got into position. You laid down waiting for him to come how the excitement in your tummy making you feel like you’d explode. You were so antsy fiddling with the covers as your mind wondered. ‘He’s gonna be so surprised’.

You heard the front door open, Minho taking his shoes off to discard them in the usual place. You could hear him looking around for you, his foot steps creeping towards the bedroom where you waited. You felt so giddy you could just squeal! You quickly put the blindfold on that you had on stand by. Laying back down you waited to hear him come through.

“Kitten are you sleeping already” his voice was quiet as he opened trying not to wake you if you were. His eyes widened as he saw you lying on the bed. A little note you had written before placed to the side. It said: “Happy birthday my love, do whatever you’d like with your present”

As he read it he looked over you, his cheeks heating up as his mind wondered. He let out a soft groan “I forgot today was my birthday honestly, but of course my sweet kitten didn’t hmm? All this just for me?” He said as he leaned down towards you placing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You nodded in confirmation feeling the bed dip on the side. “I’m all yours, please do whatever you want with me.” You knew he needed a verbal confirmation before he’d really do anything like this.

“Ah my kittens so sweet, gonna let me use you all night till both of us are spent?” He said as he slowly unbuckled his pants. He needed this, needed it more than you thought. Not just to let off steam but to be close to you, to feel you. He missed you a lot while he’s been working and this was just perfect to him.

“Open up that pretty little mouth of yours” he said his fingers ghostly touching your lips. You did as he asked opening your mouth wide for him. He tapped the tip to your tongue before slowly pushing himself into your warm mouth. He let out a low groan, his head falling back. He slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth savoring the feeling.

He noticed the rope you had laid out on the bed making him smirk. Without saying anything he leaned back grabbing it. He took your hands tying them together before tying them to the head post. “You thought of everything didn’t you kitten?” He coo’d.

You nod as you hear him hum in response. He placed his hands on the side of your head as he pushed further into your mouth. He watched as you took it all so well feeling your tongue swirl around his length. He leaned back once more but this time it was to play with your clit. He rubbed perfect circles as he teased at your wet hole.

“You’re soaked” he said in a ghostly whisper. “Kitten use that dirty little mouth of yours, come on, make me cum” he said with a groan. You obliged as you bobbed your head, taking as much as you could. You swirled your tongue around his tip before taking even more of him. He groaned even louder in response pushing his fingers into your cunt now.

You moaned loudly at the feeling the sound vibrating around his cock. He closed his eyes at the feeling of you, your mouth melting stress away. He pushed another finger into you curling it slightly as his thumb toyed with your clit. His cock started to twitch in your mouth, he was close. You took him fully into you as deep as you could, breathing through your nose.

He opened his eyes slowly as he pushed as far back as he could making you gag. His cock twitched a few times before cumming deep back your throat. “Swallow for me- ah- all of it” he groaned. You swallowed it like he asked opening your mouth to show him making him groan once more. “such a good little slut” he said as he pulled himself away from you.

The loss of his finger made you whine making him chuckle a bit. “Impatience gets you now where” he said as he cupped your cheek, making you jump a bit. He leaned down nipping at your ear as he made his way to your neck. Kissing down your body as he left marks all over your chest. Small purple spots marked your body. He made sure to leave them in places people could easily see. He loved marking you “want everyone to know you’re mine. And mine only” he said.

He quickly positioned himself at your entrance slapping his cock against your clit before rubbing it up and down your folds. You rank at the ropes wanting to wrap your arms around him. He let out a tsk tsk before he chuckled again “what did I tell you kitten?” He said this time waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry” you said softly with a small pout.

“Sorry what?” He said tilting his head not like you could see it though.

“Sorry sir, I’ll be patient. Just want you. Missed you so much.” You admitted.

He let out a soft sigh before leaning down to kiss you “I’ve missed you to, I’ve missed you so fucking much!” He said his voice full of love and want. He glided his cock yo your wet folds one more time collecting all your juices. He pushed himself deep into you both your heads falling back as eyes rolled back into your skull.

He bucked his hips into his wondering your body playing with your nipples as he pushed into you. He watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared, your wetness soaking him. The sound of slapping skin filled the room mixing with both of yours noises.

He reached up to you taking the blindfold off. Your eyes squinted as the light was a bit bright after having it on for so long. You blinked looking up at Minho. God was he ever hot. His hair slicked to his head with sweat. His toned body so beautifully on display for you as his cock fucked into you. You leaned up wanting to kiss him but your hands were still tied up so you couldn’t.

He smiled looking down at your efforts before leaning down himself to kiss you sloppily. His tongue darted into your mouth as they wrestled for dominance. His hand came down to rub your clit once again. He pulled away from the kiss moving his body. He lifted you to your side holding one of your legs up as he moved faster into you. Hitting you in a new angle made it feel even deeper. His cock now hitting your g-spot.

His hand was now mercilessly toying with your clit. You felt so sensitive, the damn ready to burst at any moment. He leaned down once more to kiss you leaning his forehead onto yours eyes. He looked into your eyes as he went sloppy. His body twitched as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Best present ever, I couldn’t ask for anything more than just you” he said in almost a groan.

You smiled up at him wanting to say something but before you could get the words out you felt him twitch. He gave one last thrust pushing as deep into you as possible before cumming. The feeling of his hot liquid coating your walls and his fingers frantically moving made your high crash over you.

The damn breaking as everything flooded from you, you came hard around his cock. Clenching around him making him moan out. The sounds of you screaming his names mixed with his moans made the most porn a graphic sound.

He leaned his head onto your should you both panting now. He smiled looking up at you before kissing you lovingly. “Thank you kitten, I really needed this.” He said before kissing you once more.

You smiled back kissing him, you wanted to hold onto him tugging at your hands. You let out a sigh “Minho can you untie me so I can hug you” you said with a pout.

A small devilish smile crossed his face “not just yet, I think I’m gonna use my present a bit longer” he said nipping at your lip. That gleam in his eye said it all, you were in for a night.

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[directdogman]

ANOTHER quick thank you and an update on Dialtown in early 2024!!!

Hey, so, since I already made a very sappy thank you post very recently (foolishly not anticipating I'd have reason to write another so soon HHHHH), I'll largely try to stick to the topic of what's to come for this one, essential thank yous aside.

So, the two newest dialtown merch campaigns ended last night and the GITD randy plush hit 1038 sales & the pins hit 590. Wow.

To say that I didn't expect to sell 1628 units of Dialtown merch in the last 30 days is putting it mildly. DT game sales have also been really good during this Steam Winter Sale, selling over 100 copies per day consistently for the last few days. I'm absolutely FLOORED by the output of support this community has given DT (and me) as of late and for that, I must say thanks again.

Admittedly, I feel a lil bad that I'm not much further along in developing the Roger route DLC, as I teased it so long ago. This year has been somewhat privately turbulent and I did not anticipate I'd need to move places TWICE during the year, back when I confidently stated that Roger's route would drop by the end of 2023.

But, I'm committed to bringing you guys the content that you wanna see most in 2024 & will be making a big push in early 2024 to get the DLC ready, with at least another teaser in the early new year before the next campaign starts. I will get things back on schedule. As amazing as all this high quality DT merch is, I haven't forgotten that I'm a developer first and foremost, and new DT content, I shall bring in the new year - now that I have a reliable space to work in again.

To those who bought, posted about, drew fanart of and otherwise promoted the new DT merch releases... Thank you SO, so much. It helps keep the lights on, believe me. I'll be very busy this coming month, as DT's 2 year anniversary is just a month and a half away, and with it, the launch of a Phonegingi plush and more pins (you guys are free to speculate who'll be depicted in the next set :))

I'm mentioning these now so the dual-releases don't annihilate your unsuspecting wallets, heh heh (as two dual launches in a row without warning could be a tad cruel, otherwise.)

So, to circle back, thank you all again. And ofc, in particular, to my dear friend and valued collaborator, @uvfozz, who designs the DT plushies/pins and to the eternally supportive and diligent minds over at Makeship who are always a pleasure to collaborate with (and to whom I will send my direct thanks once everyone's back from Christmas break in the new year!)

2024 is gonna be a really busy year for DT with a lot on the horizon. I'll keep you guys posted in all things I do, but again, thanks. For everything. I'm very excited to see what 2024'll bring for Dialtown. Thanks, everyone! :)

[judeloverr]

Any Trent smutty story plz?

missed me- trent alexander arnold

trent alexander arnold x reader

warnings: smut, oral (f) praising- this is my first smut so don’t judge me please lol

word count : 1.7k

authors note: have a feeling i’ll get embarrassed then delete it so i’m not going to look at this again even though i have now smut fics coming out lol- thankyou for all the love on my other fics- thankyou for the request hope you enjoy

“how far are you” you asked your boyfriend who was on the phone with you, your phone pressed against your shoulder by your ear while you made your self a drink.

“about 10 minutes, there’s traffic” he spoke softly, excitement filled your body as you knew you would see your boyfriend after him being away for 2 weeks at the world cup. you had seen him on the tv when you watched the matches, but not actually being with him and not touching him was different.

“okay i’ll see you soon bye”

“bye” trent ended the call, you took your phone and placed it on the counter and put the drink cartoon back in the fridge. you made your way over to the couch and sat down.

10 minutes had passed and you hear the from door open and you hear the dogs bark and run straight to the door, you get up from the couch and make you way to the front door. trent is crouched down to the floor greeting the dogs with his luggage behind him. you lean against the door way not making your presence known until he looks up and shows an affectionate smile, you see the corner of his eyes crinkle and he stands up and makes his way over to you.

“hi” he softly says and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, your arms wrap around his neck and squeeze him slightly.

“hi” you whispered back and feel his hands go under your shirt and caress your hips lightly. his head falls into the crook of your neck and kisses the skin under your jaw gently. you stand holding each other in comfortable silence just enjoying each others company.

trent let’s go of your waist and takes his head from the crook of your neck to look at you, your hands stayed loosely around his neck, faces so close your lips were almost touching.

“i missed you” he voice was soft, you could tell he was very tired which was understandable due to all the travelling back from Qatar. you smiled gently and replied by pressing your mouth against his to show how much you missed him, you felt trent’s lashes against your cheek when he closed his eyes. when you pulled away trent had a warm smile on his lips, you kissed his cheek and the corner of his mouth and released yourself from your boyfriend.

“i missed you too, do you want something to eat?” you questioned and made your way towards the kitchen.

“nah, i ate on the plane, i just want a shower then to go to bed” he admited, he followed behind you and watched you put the remaining glasses in the dishwasher, his eyes followed down your body, focusing on the way your legs and ass moved in your shorts and when you bent over to get somthing from the other side of the counter.

“oka- are you checking me out?” you snigger and see his eyes move from quickly from your ass and up to your face, his face goes a little pink.

“no i wasn’t” trent replies and lazily leans against the doorway of the kitchen.

“hm sure” you nod your head.

“i’m going to shower now, wanna join?” trent says while removing his england jumper.

“no it’s fine, i had one earlier before you arrived” you said and watched his muscles move under his tight shirt. trent nodded while turning around and heading up to your shared bed room, the shower turned on signalling that trent was now showering. after finishing the dishwasher you tuned off all the lights and said goodnight to the dogs.

the bathroom door was shut when you walked into your bedroom, you could hear trent shuffling around. your sleepwear was always trent’s shirts so you retrieved another one from the draw and put it on and removed your shirts now only left in pants and a shirt.

the bathroom door opens, trapped steam escapes the bathroom as-well as your boyfriend clad in only a pair of Calvin klien boxers. you watch as he walks towards his draw where you just were, his well defined abs move slightly when he walks, when at the draw he has his back to you, you see the his muscular muscles move when he does. you divert your eyes away from your boyfriend and feel a blush appear on your cheek. you know he’s all yours but he still have that affect on you that makes your knees buckle.

you move the duvet and get into the bed, trent following straight after you.

“fuck me it’s cold here” he complains and gets under the duvet to get more comfortable.

“no it’s you aren’t used to it yet, bet qatar was really warm” you move on your side facing him and put your hand under your head so you can lean on it. trent copies your position but moves his entire body close to yours, nearly touching.

“yeah it was, was at first difficult to train in, but we all got used to it in the end” trent’s hand moves to your face and brushes a stand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. his hand falls to the side of your face, just below your jaw. the pad of his thumb rubs your jawline soothingly. trent’s eyes lock with yours and before you know it his lips are on your mouth.

trent’s lips move hungrily against yours and you kiss him back, leaning closer to his body and placing your hand on his face and the other on the nape of his neck. trent shuffles around and placed him self above you, slotted between your open legs.

his plump lips break from yours and attach to your jaw, heavy pants leaving your lips as you try and catch your breath when he places open wet kisses along your neck, sucking on the skin definitely leaving some marks.

“you don’t understand how much i fucking missed you” trent mumbles into your neck still leaving sloppy kisses there.

“show me” you moan out when trent sucks on your sweet spot just below your ear. “show me how much you missed me”

“dont you worry i will” trent whisper lowly into your ear. you could feel yourself becoming for arosued and beginning to feel desperate for him. you felt trent hands tug your shirt, you sat up quickly lifting your arms and allowing him to remove your shirt, letting your breasts be free, the cold hitting your nipples making them pucker out.

a whimper leaves your lips when trent’s wraps his lips around your nipple, hands holding your boobs and begins to lap his tongue around it. trent pushes you back into the bed, knee between your thighs, pressing against your heat. you subconsciously begin to grind against his thigh.

trent’s lips travel and kiss down your stomach and towards your panties, you lift you head up to watch him as his eyes lock with yours when he removes the clothing.

now bare in front of him he mutters “you’re so beautiful”

“trent” you whine, nudging is shoulder with your calf indicating for him to touch you.

“eager are we?” he teases, stroking the inside of your thigh travelling closer to pussy. your whole body jolts and a moan leaves your mouth when his lips wrap around your clit and starts to suction. you moan loudly, reaching down to his hair to pull it. you feel the pleasure building up at a frantic rate and the familiar heat pooling in your lower back as trent laps your swollen clit.

back arching with pleasure trent knows you are close, cockiness and pride fills his body as he knows how to get you to orgasm hard and fast. your hips twitch, legs pushing against his shoulders.

“trent please” a soft whimper fell from your lips as soon as trent pulled away from you, your hips grinding on air to find some sort of friction. trent pulls down his boxers to let himself free, he grabs hold of his cock and teases his tip through your folds and circles your clit at a painfully slow rate. trent grabs your thighs and swiftly pulls you closer to him. he leans over your body still not inside you, his face over yours kissing you deeply while lining up his cock at your entrance and slotting himself into you in one fast thrust.

your hand wraps around his neck, heavy pants leaving your open mouth which is joined by trent’s when he pulls out a pushes himself back into, his thrusts making your body twitch.

“fuuuck” a long groan leaves trent’s mouth when you pull on his hair, his lips kissing down your jaw and neck while his thrusts speed up with paste.

trents hand goes down to your throbbing clit, touching it making another moan escape and your body clenching as his fingers press firmly on it.

“shit” a high pitch whine is released when his finger speed up over your clit while he pounds into you relentlessly. “i’m gonna come” you whimper into his ear, back arching as the climax approaches.

“i know baby i know, you can come” trent lets out a shaky breath, thrusts becoming sloppy as you know the pleasure for him will hit its climax aswell like yours. with one last powerful thrust trent’s hips stutter while you clench around his cock as you arch your bag, legs shaking from your incoming orgasm.

“f-fuck, it feels so good ” you moan, eyes rolling to the back, twitching uncontrollably while trent sucks your neck to bring your orgasm on more. you hear trent groaning and moaning your name while your walls flutter around his cock bringing his orgasm out. his abs twitch while he comes inside of you, and he watches your chest go up and down uncontrollably while you recover after your orgasm. while still panting heavily trent slumps on top of your, head on your sweaty chest, your fingers scratching his head lightly while he overcomes his orgasm.

“you did miss me huh?” you question with a breathless laugh.

“yeah i did. a lot”

[multifandomimagines]

Snow Globe - A Tyler Galpin Imagine

Characters: Tyler Galpin x Reader

Word Count: 2297

Summary: Christmas has arrived in Jericho, and Tyler accompanies the Reader to the market.

Warnings: Slight angst - topics surrounding absent parents

Written by: Josie

A/N: Not us posting our first imagine in a whole year?! Go have a read of our last post for context but we’re so excited to be back, and what better time to do that than Christmas! We’ll make an updated post on making requests soon, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Things were different in Jericho this weekend… but this time, it’s not in a bad way.

The main square of the town was alight with red and gold and green, and stalls selling all sorts of wintery goods lined the streets for what looked like miles. Christmas music played through the speakers and the town was alive with energy and spirit. Frankly, it was a beautiful change to the often gloomy atmosphere in this town, with the tension between the normies and the outcasts constantly looming. The holidays just make everything… different. There’s no “us” and “them”, just a sense of community and happiness. And Y/N was not planning on missing out on this.

Tyler Galpin had done everything he possibly could to get the day off today - he even managed to talk his way out of working a hot chocolate stall. In his defence, he’d already managed to get his shift covered at the Weathervane, he wasn’t going to accept a job doing more or less the same thing. However, that didn’t stop him popping over to get himself a cup of steaming hot cocoa.

“Tyler,” one of the guys behind the stall greeted him with a grin - a regular from the Weathervane. He must be volunteering, Tyler pondered. “Not working the cafe today?”

“Well, I didn’t wanna miss this,” the boy responded, quickly skimming the drinks menu despite already knowing exactly what he was going to order. “Could I get one hot chocolate please?”

The man nodded, and got to work. Tyler threw his hands in his coat pockets, something he always does when he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself, and looked around at the crowd. He was always very observant, someone who’d much prefer to watch from a distance rather than be in the centre of the action. As he scanned all the people enjoying the festivities, his eyes landed on the one girl he really wished to see today. She was alone, looking intently at a stall of little Christmassy trinkets.

“Excuse me, could you make that two?” Tyler said quickly, before the man could finish his drink as to not inconvenience him too much. God, he knows what that’s like… nothing worse than a customer changing their order when he’s already halfway through making it. If looks could kill… well, the espresso machine would be dead, as if he stared at the customers that way, he’d probably get fired.

“Here you go,” the man said as he passed Tyler down the two cups. The boy thanked him, paid, and set off toward his destination.

Y/N didn’t notice Tyler walk up to her, as she was far too fixated on the stall in front of her. There were lots of small ornaments that would be just right for a gift, and she wanted to find the perfect one.

“Hi, Y/N,” Tyler spoke, snapping the girl out of her trance. He smiled at her, that smile that always made her heart jump. “I bought you a hot chocolate.”

The warmth that spread through her body as soon as her hands gripped the cup was so incredibly satisfying that she sighed, content. “Thank you Tyler… are you sure these weren’t both for you? You saw me and decided you probably should give one to someone else?” she teased.

“I guess you got me,” Tyler smiled. “So… you looking for anything specific here?”

“I want to get something extra for my mum,” Y/N spoke, clearly back in her own mind, thinking hard about what the right thing to buy might be. “She deserves just a little something more. Something special… sentimental. I just can’t decide what.”

Tyler scanned the selection of possible gifts with a critical eye. He had never really had to buy a present for his mother… it had been far too long since he’d spent a Christmas with her, or a birthday. If he was totally honest, he didn’t have a clue what you were supposed to buy for a mother. How could he? He didn’t even know what to buy for his father, the parent that is around. He doesn’t do emotional, sentimental gifts, let alone gifts at all really. Every birthday, Tyler would get ten dollars and a pat on the back, and for Christmas? He’d get a stocking half full of socks, or something else that just proves his dad doesn’t know a single thing about him, his interests, his passions.

Y/N was lucky enough to have loving parents, both of them. Some people in Tyler’s position would be jealous - and in all honesty, he was jealous of a lot of others - but Y/N was different. She really deserved to have the family she did, so he wasn’t jealous, he was happy.

“Get this,” he spoke, pointing to one of the many items on the table.

“What?” Y/N responded, not expecting Tyler to make any suggestions.

“This one, here,” Tyler said, reaching over to the table and picking up a small item that Y/N couldn’t quite see. He placed it in her palm, the slight touch of his fingertips to her hand sending a warmth through her not dissimilar to the way the hot cocoa did, just with added excitement. As he slid his hand away, Y/N saw a little snow globe with space for a photo behind the flurry. Tyler had a subtle but not unnoticeable twinkle behind his eye as he watched the girl he adored shake the glass globe with a smile.

“Tyler, this is absolutely perfect,” She beamed, warming his heart so much that he couldn’t feel the cold anymore. Placing her hand on his arm, she looked him dead in the eye, speaking a thousand words, yet only two made their way out. “Thank you.”

The barista shrugged, feeling bashful as his rosy cheeks hid the blush that was definitely creeping up on his face. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. Y/N knew Tyler didn’t have his mother around. She’d internally kicked herself after mentioning who she was buying her gift for, cursing her mouth for moving faster than her mind. As soon as she saw his pursed lips and furrowed brow, she absolutely hated herself for being so stupid. How could she be so careless? Way to make a good impression, Y/N, bring up his trauma. Nice one.

So when Tyler’s mouth turned up at the corners as his eyes fell on the perfect gift, her heart grew fonder of him even more so, if that was possible. He just kept getting better and better.

“Walk with me?” Y/N asked him, looking up with eyes he couldn’t refuse as she sipped on her drink. God, he wished he could look into those eyes every single day. “I was gonna go see the rest of the market and maybe check out the fair at the end… now I say it out loud it’s kind of sad that I was going to it all alone,” she rambled. The way he was looking at her, eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, was making her nervous. Little did she know that he thought it was oh so adorable. “So… you can come with me, if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?” Tyler challenged. He wasn’t about to be difficult, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to play with her a little. She was being far too cute, he couldn’t resist a little lighthearted teasing, just to see that beautiful smile of hers as a light blush coloured her cheeks.

“Yes, Tyler,” she replied. “I’d like you to come with me.”

***

A few hours had passed, yet it barely felt like a few minutes. The pair had eaten German sausages, added ornaments to the Jericho town Christmas tree and even had a cheeky bit of mulled wine, for good measure. When your dad is the sheriff, you can get away with these things.

Eventually, the fairground at the end of the market trail was in front of them, rides flashing with bright lights. There was definitely a lot to take in, but they both agreed they wanted to try out the ferris wheel first.

The crowd was very busy that evening. There were families with small kids, teens running around with their friends, and just about every kind of person at the fair, which definitely made it easy to lose your companions in the crowd. Using this as a wonderfully convenient excuse, Tyler reached down and embraced Y/N’s hand with his own, lacing their fingers together. Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Didn’t wanna lose you in the crowd before we got to the ferris wheel… that would kind of suck,” he shrugged, before heading off in the direction of the large ride. The ferris wheel was lit up a beautiful red, the colour of the holidays, casting a ruby glow on the pair’s faces. As they waited in the queue, Tyler looked down at the girl he wanted to call his, her face a brilliant scarlet, and wondered if you could make a wish on a ferris wheel, as he knew exactly what he would wish for. Funnily enough, he didn’t think ferris wheel wishes were particularly common.

After a short while, the ride staff guided Y/N and Tyler to their carriage as it came around, with the latter helping Y/N on. It could be said that he was being a gentleman, but really he just didn’t want to let go of her hand. As they sat with the bar down waiting for the ride to move, Y/N took a deep breath.

“I have a confession to make,” she said, turning to face the boy. He blinked, taken aback by the apparent randomness to this conversation starter, but intrigue always reigns superior.

“Okay… what might that be?”

“I’ve never actually been on a ferris wheel before.” Y/N breathed. That was it? Thank god. Tyler worried that it might be something much worse. Not because he was thinking pessimistically, but because he worries about her. Because he cares.

“You haven’t?” He asked, and Y/N shook her head. “Aw well, it’s nice. You’ll like it. Especially at night. You can see every single light in the town… it’s really quite beautiful, actually.”

The wheel began to turn, sending the two of them round and upward at a slow pace. After a short while, Y/N learnt that Tyler was right… she could see the town like she never had before. The whole Christmas market they’d just walked through was clear as day in front of her, the trails of stalls painted out like a road on a map. As Tyler pointed things out to her from their height, she noticed him ever so slightly place his fingers over hers as they held the bar. She nearly didn’t notice at all, but the spark that shot through her body gave it away.

“And… that there is the Weathervane. You’ve got the town hall right there, obviously, it’s where the massive Christmas tree is. Oh, and you see that light all the way in the distance? That’s Nevermore.”

Y/N looked around wide-eyed at the beauty she could see from the sky, despite there being nothing quite like the beauty that was next to her. Unbeknownst to her, Tyler was thinking exactly the same thing. His fingers were still latched onto hers, but he ached to be closer. He longed to touch more of her, hold all of her.

“This must be the most breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen, surely?” Y/N almost whispered, still taking in the scene in front of her.

Tyler smiled the unique smile of someone that is hopelessly in love, admiring her as she stared out at the twinkling night. “Not quite.”

His tone caught her, and she turned her head to face him, eyes meeting his. She didn’t realise they had reached the top, and were stopped there, and she didn’t think he had even noticed at all. He did, though. There was something in his expression that made Y/N’s heart skip multiple beats, for it was far too intense for the heart to only skip one.

“Y/N,” he began, playing with her fingers. Really it was nerves, but the girl thought it was ever so sweet. “Can I kiss you?”

When you’ve been waiting to hear four simple words for so long, they almost seem faded and distant, like you’ve imagined it and you haven’t actually heard them at all. Y/N had to replay that one short sentence in her head a good few times before she could register that yes, he had actually said that. She was shocked, to say the least, so all she could do was nod.

The buzz of the Christmas market lowered to a quiet fuzz as Tyler cupped her cheek, admiring her for one more second, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He did it softly, delicately, as though he was afraid she might change her mind, and the ecstasy he felt when she kissed him back was something beyond compare. Her lips were like heaven, the sweet taste of the mulled wine still lingering between them. Their kiss was innocent, yet emotional, and just perfect.

Tyler’s thumb caressed her cheek as they pulled away, both on cloud nine. Y/N grinned as she noticed something different - white little particles now decorating his sandy brown curls.

“It’s snowing,” she grinned, and Tyler laughed as he noticed how a couple of snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. That smile on her lips was so enticingly irresistible - even more so than it always had been - that he didn’t feel sorry for interrupting her excitement for the snow by kissing her again.

And again.

And again.

[soundslikediamonds]

Hey so on another note, and I hope this isn't annoying, but could you do a one-shot where reader is attacked by ex and Austin (current boyfriend) comes to her rescue and takes care of her but she promises she's okay (she's in complete denial) but then it all becomes to much and she bursts into tears and begs Austin to hold her. P.s. I actually have written something similar to this but never posted it. If you want I can send it to you to use and add too. What do you think?

You have just made history for being the very first person on earth who's requested a one-shot so AHHH I'm SUPER NERVOUS but kinda excited for you to read?!?!? I hope this is something that you liked/wanted. I really hope you enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it!!! Lots of love, thank you for encouraging me as a writer always!💗💗

Word count: 3477

Warnings: slight mentions of taking advantage of people, small violence, discomfort.

I'm Okay, You're Okay

"Hey," Austin's voice interrupts what you're in the middle of saying and you come to a halt, looking over at him from across the dinner table. Your boyfriend usually isn't one to interrupt you or pay little attention and so you sit up a little bit straighter knowing that there has to be a reason for him cutting you off.

His blue eyes- usually filled with light and sparkle now looks dim and a wary look flashes on his face as he looks over your head and behind where you are.

"Isn't that Todd?" He asks in an uneasy voice.

You raise an eyebrow. "What?"

Austin leans in his seat, his eyes darting from over your head, to back at your face. "Todd. I think that's him."

Your face falls and confusion travels through your mind. You have no doubt it is Todd, your ex-boyfriend of a year and a half. It's not like he's moved or anything. It isn't like after a break up as cold as yours, he wouldn't be gone and disappear from your life. Sure, you've decided not to go to what used to be Todd and your favorite spots, in hopes to not see him, but you knew you couldn't act like he didn't exist forever. You've sort of even wondered how things would be like if you saw him again, but now you didn't have to wonder, as was now here when your boyfriend was on your date night.

"Is he with someone?" You ask.

Much to your suprise Austin shakes his head. "Nah, he's alone."

"Should I...should I look behind me?" You whisper in hesitation.

Austin pauses in contemplation as he looks at the far table before he speaks out. "I don't know....I don't wanna get the wrong guy. Just pretend you're cracking your back or something."

You nod. "On it." You say and then hold the frame of the chair, now twisting your back. Your eyes scan the rest of the restaurant, seeing many unknown faces until finally, near the back booth you recognize that indeed your ex is here. He's on his phone, typing away as what you suspect the steaming plate is rice in front of him. That man loved nothing more than his rice.

You turn back in your chair, looking at Austin who nervously sits across from you, awaiting your answer. "It is him." You confirm.

Austin nods, picking up his fork. "Figured as much."

"Do I-"

"We'll just stay here, act like he's not even here. There's nothing to worry about." Austin reassures you with a smile. Then he looks at your face and his eyes suddenly change to a more protective gaze.

"There is nothing to worry about, right?" He asks.

You nod, reaching over to take a sip of your drink. "Yeah, there's nothing to worry about." You concur. But why is it that when you're even saying this, you don't know for a fact if you're right?

______

Dinner goes surprisingly well but you are a little more quiet than usually. Austin sensed that, which is why he always asked if you were okay every few minutes. You assured him you were fine, and soon were in better spirits when Austin told you that Todd had got up and left, going through the backdoor. It didn't seem he saw you and you were glad.

It wasn't like Todd was a monster, per se. If anything he was rather the opposite. You were both really good friends in high school and had reconnected after a time. You both had similar likes and dislikes, habbits and hobbies. Your families were friends with each other. Things seemed to be okay, until he had a new job. At this job, there was a woman that he'd seemed suspiciously close to. You didn't want to be one of those girlfriends who questioned it much, until you actually met this girl for yourself. They had extreme chemistry with each other. It didn't take long for you to start questioning Todd, who only refused and said that you were always jumping to conclusions and assuming things. That's when the yelling would start. That's when he'd turn bitter and angry over everything. In one outburst, Todd finally told you that you were too plain for him and had nothing to offer him. You weren't taking his advantages and he soon grew to resent that. He then said that was the reason why he had Jane, or Lane, or whatever name she had for some reason you couldn't remember. They were there for each other sexually, friends with benefits, Todd admitted. You broke up with him right when he confessed to sleeping with her.

Surprisingly you didn't miss Todd much, or even what you had. Sometimes you think more of the friendship the two of you had much than the relationship. Todd was a good man unfortunately held up with his own tentive desires. It cost your relationship, sure, but it wasn't very long until you found Austin, who you like to call your angel. Austin's not like Todd at all. There's so much respect, love, value, and care that this man has. He's not one to rush anything, and simply enjoys sitting next to you, not even having to say anything. He compliments you, making you feel pretty over and over again as his lips meet the features you've always been insecure about.

"Let's head out?" Austin says, as he stands. The bill is already paid, and your foods are done, the plates wiped clean. You nod, a small yawn escaping your mouth.

"Yep." You say, standing up and pushing in your chair. You grab your coat, just draping it on your shoulders for the night breeze.

You both leave for the night, walking through the revolving doors and you're just about ready to head home. Normally after your Friday night dinners you and Austin would watch a movie, sharing a blanket as you cuddle on the couch with popcorn in your laps. Tonight was not the night, however, as you could feel your eyes starting to droop. You can't wait to go home, have the feel of changing from high heels to slippers, wiping away your makeup and changing into one of Austin's shirts on top of sweats. It's fun to dress up and you're always down for date nights, but some days, you know that sleep is just as nice.

"Oh, the car is on the other side." You suddenly remember, voicing your thoughts out loud when you look at the parking lot. You groan out loud.

Austin lets out a chuckle as he smiles at the ground. "Yeah. You feel like walking?" He asks.

You turn to look up at Austin, reaching out for his hand and mindlessly playing with his fingers. You shake your head and give that smile that you always do, leaning against him when you try to make him give in to what you want.

"Nuh uh." You say, and Austin smiles, looking down at you. He can just tell your motives right from the look in your eyes.

"Right, you want me to walk all the way over and then drive to you." He says exactly what you're thinking, and you laugh, leaning against him.

"Please? You love me." You point out.

Austin lets out an audible sigh. "Unfortunately." He says, leaning forward and cupping the side of your face with his hand. He gives you a quick kiss before he pulls away, removing strands of hair from your face.

"I'll be 2 minutes." He says.

You smile. "Thank you."

Austin sighs once more, a 'why-do-I-put-up-with-you' smile present on his face as he starts walking away, leaving you by the sidewalk.

"Love youuuu!" You sing-song.

"Yeah, yeah, love you most." Austin swats his hand down in a playful dismissive gesture and you laugh to yourself, watching your boyfriend's retreating figure until he heads down the corner going to the other side where you can't see him anymore. That's the thing with Austin, he leaves that effect where even seconds after a brief and cute moment, you're still smiling, so anyone walking down the street would think you're a crazy person. But you love that about him anyway.

"Awwww, how cute that your pretty boyfriend leaves you all by yourself." An all too familiar voice says from behind you.

Todd.

You turn slowly, facing the man who you once were so close to. Nothing has really changed except for the stubble he was growing. You realize that during all this time you haven't said anything, and you need to be civil. You give a small smile.

"Hi Todd." You greet.

"Did you really think," Todd starts walking towards you. "That I didn't notice you back here? You think I really couldn't recognize you?" He asks.

There's a look in his eyes, that look blood-shot, and then a certain smell reaches your nose and you realize he's intoxicated.

Today out of all days. Tonight out of all nights.

You pray in your head that Austin can come back quickly. Todd's anger was one thing, but his drinking problem was another.

You look down the street, but no familiar vehicle comes to your sight. A slight panic starts rising in your chest but you can't afford to look fightened. Todd was always more better when you didn't resist or fight. He liked things when you were quiet and calm, because it made him more calm. He was the reflection of you.

You take a deep breath, keeping your eyes on the road. You know Austin will be here. You won't have to stay much longer.

"Hey," Todd's voice raises as he takes a few more steps in your space, to which you back away. Your hands go in almost in reflex and your heart pounds as Todd looks at you almost seething himself. You know that look. This is just the icing of the cake by him meeting you right here. He was already angy prior to this moment.

That makes things so much worse.

"You couldn't have moved on from me that easily." He bellows, with an evil grin.

You are uncomfortable, trying to move away from Todd as much as you can before he takes your wrist, twisting it in such a grip you can't help but now but speak.

"Hey! Let go!" You say.

"Come on, baby. You know you want me."

You shake your head. "Please just let go of me."

"You think your pretty boyfriend wants you? He'll leave you as soon as he realizes you think you're too good for anyone. That's what that is, right? You think you're to good for anyone's advantages?" Todd whispers in your ear and you squirm, trying to get away, but the strength of his hold grabs both of your wrists.

"He doesn't wanna be with you. He's only there for you to satisfy him and as soon as he gets what he wants, he'll leave you. Then you'll come crawling to me." Todd whispers.

It's worse that he's whispering in your ear, because everyone around wouldn't think you're in need of much help. People come out of the restaurant every few seconds, but Todd just smiles and lets go only for him to grab you as soon as strangers cross the street.

"Why don't you wanna be with me, huh? You think you're better than what I can give you?" Todd now holds your arms, leaning his face dangerously close to your own.

With all of your strength you place your hands on Todd's chest and pushes him and he stumbles back for a few seconds and you try moving away from, yet he comes back. Between your high heels and his stamina and influence, he takes your shoulders, pushing you into the supporting brick wall. You feel the skin in your upper shoulder scrape against the wall and you close your eyes for a second.

A car tire screeches in front of where you both are, and your eyes avert to headlights in the darkness and you know it's Austin. You're panting, just as Todd now moves away and turns to the car. The door opens and sure enough Austin steps out, slamming the door with such force the car might as well break. He rushes over, his mouth pressed together in a thin line, eyes ablaze, and eyebrows furrowed. He looks beyond angry, which you don't encounter much because Austin's not one to be angry.

With so much of a loud clomp in the steps of his platform shoes, Austin goes right at Todd's face, causing Todd to start backing up, his eyes showing a flash of fear before going back to normal.

"You don't touch my girlfriend. You don't ever touch my girlfriend, ever. If something like this happens again, you're gonna wish it didn't." Austin jeers, pointing a finger at Todd's chest.

Todd scoffs, taking a step back. "You think you're all that." He slurs.

Austin glares. "Your words, not mine. Now get out of her face before I do something I regret." He threats in such a authoritative tone, you wince, while Todd leaves the both of you, disappearing behind the restaurant to who knows where.

You're left standing stunned just as Austin rushes over to where you are.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he say anything? What else did he do?" Austin suddenly asks, holding both sides of your face with his hands, and he levels down and looks at you eye-level. Anger in his face is washed away with concern but you shake your head, smiling a little.

"I'm okay."

"I shouldn't have came so late! No, I should've just carried you bridal style all the way to the car. What I was thinking leaving you alone like this?" Austin asks, panic in his voice. You shake your head, knowing that unfortunately in all this, Austin is going to blame himself.

"Next time, I'm carrying you, I'm dead serious. This isn't happening again. Ever. I'm not doing this- how could I do this to you?" Austin asks, walking away from your hold to pace. He runs fingers through his hair in stress and you step towards him, reaching out.

"It's okay, really. You didn't know."

"It's not okay." Austin denies, shaking his head. He gestures. "This is not okay."

"Austin-"

"Did he hurt you?"

"No." You shake your head. You're not defending Todd. You're not lying on his behalf so that Austin doesn't go about his way and kill the guy. It was the truth. Todd didn't hurt you. Sure, he pushed you right after you pushed him, but aside from the scrape against your shoulder and that sharp stinging pain, you were fine. It could've been much worse.

Austin sighs, running hands down his face. "Why did I have to leave you by yourself?!" He yells.

You rush over to him, shooting apologetic looks to strangers who look over at the sudden outburst. You hold Austin's arms, standing on your tip-toes so that your forehead is against his.

"I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay." You whisper gently, trying to repeat those two words as many times as you can to get it into his brain. Austin closes his eyes, now reaching for the sides of your face as you continue whispering those reasurring words, that you're okay right where you are in the safety of his arms.

____________

You actually end up sitting on the couch watching a movie after all, as the excitement of the day makes you no longer tired. You decide to at least take advantage of being wired and choose to treat yourself to a movie that doesn't make you think about anything you're not supposed to. It's one of your comfort movies, and usually you and Austin would snuggle and try throwing popcorn in the air and catching it, laughing over how bad you both were, but Austin isn't really in the mood. He's been off, quiet in the car ride, and when not quiet you wished he was, because all he can express is the guilt of not being there.

You don't want to think about it, and so when Austin suddenly gets up from the couch, you look at him, touching his arm.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"Just grabbing water." Austin mutters, not looking at you. "You want me to bring you one?" He asks, throwing one look over his shoulder.

He should be as relaxed as he looks, in a baggy white t-shirt over soft orange sweatpants. Yet he's on edge, not relaxed at all, and it makes you have to try extra hard to get him to better spirits.

You give a faint smile. "I'm okay."

Austin stares at you. "Sure?"

You nod. "Yes."

"Alright, but if you need anything, just ask. I promise, I'm gonna take care of you. I promise." He says.

You nod. "Thank you." You say in a quiet voice and Austin starts to walk away.

"Austin?" You suddenly call, causing him to stop mid-walk and he turns around and looks at you.

"Yes?"

You sigh, looking into his distant eyes. "Smile." You tell him.

Austin smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. You shake your head.

"Better than that." You say.

Austin then squeezes his eyes shut, giving a toothy grin like a little kid's and you laugh, which eventually causes him to laugh as well. He shakes his head, calling you the strangest person he's ever known before he walks into the kitchen. You turn back to the screen with a faint smile on your face. Austin loves you, it's easy to see. You're grateful he's Austin and not Todd.

Todd....

You don't want to go there in the slightest, but your minds starts to land on Todd. The aftermath of seeing him after so long, makes you sit in discomfort and physical pain. How could he do that do you? How could it still be wanting to push himself towards you after everything? Didn't he have who he left you for? Why was he going to you now in such a needy and thirsting way that sent nerves down every fiber of your body?

Piles of thoughts, out of your control, manage to creep into your mind. Regrets, twists of guilt, underlying shame. You weren't strong enough to let him leave you the first time, there was always something that he saw in you that made him want to come back, trying to fill your thoughts with questions of worth and esteem.

Were you acting too good enough for him? Are you acting good enough for Austin?

You shudder, hugging yourself from the sudden cold that flows through your body. You close your eyes shut. Instant replays of what just happened as well as flashbacks of you and Todd when you first started dating go back and forth in your mind.

How could someone who once was so sweet turn into someone who's now so evil? Did you make him this way, because you simply didn't want to sleep with him? Did you create this body-thirsting monster who wanted you, pressing his body against yours against the wall, stepping so much into your space up to the point where all you smelled was the alcohol on his breath? Was this all, this deconstruction of a civil man, all cause of you?

You shake your head, trying your hardest not to cry, but suddenly like a dam that bursts, you start crying heavily into your hands, dropping the plastic bowl of popcorn on your lap, not caring what contents spill out of it.

"This is all my fault!" You wail, sobbing, and now even crying again when you hear your name being called from the kitchen. You hate that you're crying because now Austin rushes over, kneeling down in front of you.

"What's wrong?" He asks, gently, holding your arms.

"I...I can't. Can you hold me please?" You shake your head, sniffling, just as Austin brings you to him, holding you in his loving arms.

You give in of course, crashing everything down in almost a delayed reaction. You're crying because of everything now. You're crying out of fear, out of confusion, out of anger, out of guilt, out of relief..it's all a mixture of emotions poured into your boyfriend's arms.

Austin gently sways you, kissing the side of your head. He lets you cry, doesn't further ask what's wrong, but instead encourages you to let everything out, no matter how long it takes. He's here and not leaving. This is every assurance you have, right here in this moment, that Austin is not leaving.

And with caring whispers, he repeats the same two words you've said to him, only this time letting you know.

"You're okay. You're okay. You're okay."

[sashi-ya]

月が綺麗ですね > 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ᴅᴀʏ ғᴏᴜʀ > ᴢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ ᴋᴇɴᴘᴀᴄʜɪ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♡ request: @deerspringdreams asked: Hello!! I hope you had a beautiful new year celebration! I'm so excited for this event! I would like to request a Kenpachi x nb reader (you know who xP) for the "The moon looks beautiful tonight", pretty please ♡ tw: +18. not super explicit. implied shower sex. reader totally gn, no pronouns nor body descriptions٠ wc: 1k ٠♡ masterlist ٠ taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @stygianoir @alexkanroji

“Come on! You can do it, (Name)!” he screams while his hands slowly let go of your waist. You are hanging from the bars and your muscles begin to feel the weight of your own body.

He scoffs, his long black hair tied in a knot has always been your weakness. “See? I told you you could do it. Come on, hang in there for more than 2 seconds and I will reward you”.

You shiver,  is not the pain in your arms’ joints what makes it happen… Is Zaraki telling you he is gonna give you a reward. Your coach, who you are absolutely sure is half animal and zero percent interested in dating, makes your heart beat faster every time he is close to you.

And you hang in there. One, two, even five seconds more. You are strong, you have been training. Drops of sweat travel from your forehead into your temple, you bite your lips just to show him you have become as strong as he wants you to be.

The man in front of you, wearing his sweat drenched white tank top, crosses his well built arms over his chest. Kenny smirks and looks at you ferally proud. His prominent fangs that have always remembered you of his untamed nature, shine with his smile. He enjoys watching you sweat, breaking your own limits… and how much you wish he were to break them too, with you…

Your chest goes up and down, your nails carve on your palms as it turns almost impossible to keep your tight grip around the bar; you are too tired. And when you finally give up, he is right there to catch you. Is not that you were for more than a few meters from the ground, but, falling on his embrace is all you could ever ask for.

“Got ya!” he chimes, allowing you -knowing it well- to enjoy the scent of his skin. You nuzzle on the crook of his neck, his strong arms around you makes you feel tiny compared to him. You are strong, yes. But he is way more than you. (Or anyone else)

Sure, for you it was a big deal to be on his arms. But not for the rest of the people in the gym; Kenny’s and yours chemistry is so high, that everybody could said you were already a couple by the time you had your first session as personal trainer/client.

“You were the extra mile, and as I promised I will reward you. Wanna go somewhere now that we’re done?” he asks, so worriless.

You blink twice, still on the arms of your lo- personal trainer. He smirks and puts you down on the floor, shaking your whole body as he does.

“Y-yes, sure. I need to take a shower; can you wait for me, Kenny?”  you say.

“I will accompany you, then” he answers.

You choke as you drink from your water bottle, widening your eyes. “He wants to bathe with me?”

Your expression must have been very obvious as even Kenny could read your mind, and, laughing he walks away towards the showers. “Not together, but pretty close…”

You stand there, with sore muscles and the idea that breathing is optional. You can’t move for a good couple of minutes. He recognizes your existence as more than a human willing to become stronger, he is indeed -in his own ways, that you thought were null- flirting with you.

The towel that lies on one of the bench is his, and you grab it. Using it around your neck feels refreshing, a feeling of property that both excites you and makes you feel like a teenager in love. And with it, you get into the locker rooms to then visit the showers.

As soon as you get into the bathroom, the steam surrounding the ambience engulfs you. It’s easy to know where he is. He is way taller that the stall, and you could see his profile under the warm rain of the shower. With his eyes closed, and his long hair back, he relaxes peacefully.

You pass by, trying not to be noticed, but as he could sense your soul he does. He looks slightly to the side, opening just one eye to look at your tower only covered body. You froze, immobile. And he laughs.

“Wanna join?”  he… jokes. “Uh- ah-“ you stutter.

The stall opens with a hard swing. His whole anatomy showing before you. Manhood exposure, total embodiment of the testosterone running through his veins. You gawk, looking up and down at him. There is no way this is actually happening.

Kenny snatches you from your wrist, pulling you inside and closing the door of the shower. You, who were still trying to clench the towel, lost the war against gravity, leaving you completely naked under the water.

Your back gets pressed against the wet tiles of such a little cubicle. The drops of water that fall from the tip of his nose kiss your lips, as his back stops the shower from falling on you. He is close, Kenny is so close to you. Your naked bodies are.

The buzzy light of the ceiling competes for which sound is persistent against you two. The repetitive music of the defective, old, bulb or your accelerated breathing. It is undeniable, your bodies want the other. Now. In the gym showers or anywhere else, really.

“Ke-Kenny?” you ask, stuttering and melting yourself with the wall on your back. “Mh…?” he grunts, making your toes to curl. You take your eyes to the way he is holding your arm over your head, totally topping you simply with his presence and his body a few inches from yours. “Is- is this- allowed?” you try to dilate a situation, you actually really want.

He scoffs, so sexily and low, low. Kenny comes closer to your lips. “Well… if you are able to keep it low… yes. Look up there, there is a little window so they might heard us…” he whispers before kissing you with violence and strong impetus.

Before you could close your eyes and totally surrender to his body on yours, both take a quick look through the little window.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?” “It totally does… let me take you there, then”

© sashi-ya '23

[devilherself666]

Bakugo X F!Reader

Disclaimer: This will be based on the real world, but they will still have quirks, But just imagine Bakugo being the stepdad to your kids!

Word count: 1312

Warnings: cussing, some fluffy, Bakugo X F!reader 

You were sitting on the couch as the kids were running around playing as it was cold outside, you lived in a house anyway so not as the yelling and stomping was going to bother anyone, as they played you cleaned. As you were cleaning the kitchen you could hear your boy in the front laughing and having fun with his sister. “DIE!” He yelled and you stopped in your tracks, you knew where he learned that, you knew who taught him such things, but you wanted to make sure.

You walk into the front room leaving the undone dishes behind. You walked up to your boy. “B/N where did you learn that?” You asked him softly. “On the news! Katsu always says it! He is so cool!” He smiled brightly, he was really proud of what he said, so how could you be mad at that? That did worry you though. Bakugo has been very distant lately, so you always thought he would be leaving you soon. It hurt your heart that they loved him so much and he was just going to leave like their real dad did. You pat his head lighting. “Just don’t say that in school okay?” You asked. He nodded. “I promise!” He smiled, his sister looked at him and you. “Could you turn on the all might movie for us, momma?” She asked, and you giggled and nodded. You turned on the movie and went back to the dishes as you couldn’t help but let your thoughts take over. Bakugo was gone all day and night, it was as if he didn't wanna be around the kids or me..It did make sense because the man got a short fuse, but when he is around them he is so happy, it just didn’t make any sense to you. You knew he would never ever cheat on you so that wasn’t even on your mind, he was the most loyal man you ever met. Just the overthinking began to hurt why he always let you. 

You look at the kids watching the tv. “Momma gonna take a shower, don’t answer the door, and try not to make too big of a mess.” You spoke lightly as you were slowly draining yourself with your thoughts. They nodded. You walked to the bathroom, you hoped a hot shower would help you clear theses thoughts. You turned on the hot side only as you just jumped in, the burning water hurt but the thoughts before hurt more. As you washed your hair and body trying to relax in the water as you heard the front door open. You knew the kids were listening so it wasn’t them, but you knew who it was when you heard the yelling. “KATU!” “DAD!” Your son was very worried about calling him dad, and that makes sense, because he was scared he would get attached to him and he would leave them. “Where is your mother?” He asked. “Shower. She seemed sad.” The daughter spoked worriedly. Bakugo sighed as he was worried about you too. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door, the steam hitting him in the face like a sauna. “Babe! How hot do you have that water?” He asked worriedly. You sighed as you turned off the water, as you grabbed the towel wrapping yourself in it before stopping out the bath. Your skin was red from the heat of the water, your body was smoking. “I’m fine.” You said with no emotion as you knew the thoughts would return sooner or later. 

You walked past him to the room as you picked out one of his shirts as some short and put them on. Of course he followed, he missed you all day. All he was thinking about was you and the kids all day at work, he was so excited to watch a movie with the family, but after seeing you like this he was worried. He hasn’t seen you like this since your ex left you and the kids. You and Bakugou were best friends before you even thought about dating so he understood you more than anyone else. “What is wrong?” He asked worriedly as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You sighed as you knew the hot head didn’t wanna hear your thoughts and the last thing you needed was him getting mad at you, that is all it would take for you to cry right now. “Nothing.” You shrugged. “Listen here you fucking brat, something is wrong. Now tell me.” He gruffed. You sighed as you shook your head. “I’m fine.” You tried to walk away as he pushed you on the bed and held you down. “Tell me what is wrong, now!” He grumbled. You sighed as you held your tears in. You hated when he fought it out of you, but those times you weren't on the edge, crying was rare for you. You always had a good posture, and a good back bone. You looked down, not making eye contact with the man over you. “Are you just gonna leave?..” You asked scared of the answer. He loosened his grip on you, as he looked at you in shock and disbelief, but he understood the trauma you have been through because of the prick before him. He hugged you tightly as you took in his caramel smell. “You idiot, you are stuck with me, just like you were when we were kids. You are not getting rid of me even if you tried.” He spoke. Despite the insults you knew he was being nice to you, conforming you his best when he knew he sucked at it. You chuckled a bit, feeling better as you hugged him. “Then why are you always gone? Do we annoy you?” You asked as you were slowly stocking his back. “Dumbass, of course you annoy me, but I love you guys more than anything.” He kissed your forehead as he smirked at you. “I am not fucking him! He was a prick. I am a dick! Two different things.” He huffed. You smiled. “Okay.” He looked at you. “Get the kids dressed.” He spoke as you looked at him confused. “They are already dressed, but why?” You asked. “Don’t fucking ask questioned! Have them get their shoes on!” He huffed as he got up off you, still in his hero costume. He went to get a quick shower as the kids got their shoes and coats on. You threw on some sweatpants over your shorts and one of Bakugos sweatshirts over his shirt.

He got out of the shower and got dressed, you all got in the car, as Bakugo drove somewhere, there were lights hanging down from each tree for miles, it was beautiful as you smiled at the view as did the kids in the back ‘Woah!’ He then stopped at the center of the lights, as it was bright. “Stay in the car, I’ll get the kids first.” He spoke. As all you could see in the car was light nothing else. He got the kids out of the car. The kids were amazed as they read the sign as they gasped and the daughter nodded approvingly, as the son looked at the sign and back and Bakugo. He nodded. Bakugo smiled as he opened your door, you were confused as you got out and he took you over to the sign and got down on one knee. “Will you marry me, idiot?” He smiled. You cried; you shook your head yes as you cried hard. You prayed one day this would happen.

[jpitha]

Dreams of Hyacinth 30

First / Previous / Next

The next day, Nick and Eastern got up and were moving around Tinker Toy normally. It seems like a good night's rest is required after all the... excitement of yesterday. Tink made breakfast - excellent once again - and they sat at the table, sipping coffee, talking.

Nick took a sip of his coffee and set it down. "So, now what?"

Eastern smiled wanly "You think I know?"

"No, but it seemed like the next thing to discuss."

Eastern chuckled. "The Nanites say we should take over."

"I don't... really want to do that?" Nick was hesitant.

"I don't think I want to do that either. So many people will die." As Eastern sighed with the cup near her face, steam from the coffee washed over her.

"There's nothing that says you have to go into Sol, guns blazing and start a war. There's nothing that says you can't just go off to a colony or a starbase and live a quiet life." Hat strides into the room. His tall frame always seems slightly out of proportion to the rest of them. He sits at their table and leans back, looking at both Nick and Eastern.

"Nothing, except the fact that we can tell people what to do and they are compelled to obey, and that if I'm not paying attention, this happens" Eastern's crown of light flares in the canteen, and a dull outline of wings appears behind her.

Hat nodded. "There is that, yes. But, it's up to you what to do with it. Don't let me, or Chloe, or any of the AIs tell you want to do anymore than you should let any of the humans, or K'laxi, or Xenni for that matter tell you what to do." He leaned forward and stared straight at Nick and Eastern. "You two, possibly more than anyone else alive right now, are free. You can do whatever you want."

The silence in the room clanged after Hat spoke. Not for the first time, Nick felt that feeling of standing on the precipice of a large fall, waiting for the push.

"Nick?" Tink's voice came over the speakers. "The Xenni have requested to speak with you and Eastern. They're interested in what happened to you and want to talk about it. You don't have to say yes but..."

"But things would be easier for us if we did. I understand, Tink. Thanks." Nick looked over at Eastern. "Wanna go talk to the Xenni?"

Eastern shrugged. "No, but yes?" she smiled. "I guess I can stand to be examined by them for a while. They did let us visit their station and touch the addressing stone in the Gate. Let's go visit and see what they want."

An hour or so later, Nick and Eastern were at Tink's airlock. "You sure you want to go alone?" Tink sounded nervous.

"We'll be fine Tink. At least, I think we'll be fine." Eastern sounded sure. "If nothing else, I don't want Chloe riling them up while we're talking."

"If you're sure, then okay. Hat and Chloe will wait here, and if you signal us, they'll come running."

Nick smiled up at the ceiling. "Thanks Tink. See you soon."

When Eastern and Nick walked into the Xenni station, Coreanth was waiting. "Greetings! How are you feeling?" Coreanth seemed very happy to see them.

"We're doing well, thank you." Eastern nodded. "Some rest did us good."

"I'm so glad to hear it. Would you please come with me? We'd love to... talk about things."

Nick looked at Eastern who shrugged. He turned to the Xenni. "Sure. Please lead the way."

Coreanth lead them in a different direction today, away from the Gate rooms. As they went deeper into the Xenni starbase, Nick noticed how the climate became warmer, more humid. He could have sworn that he even smelled the sea once.

After a short walk, Coreanth lead them to a conference room. There was a long table, made out of a highly polished material that looked like coral, and was circled by short, round, Xenni chairs. Coreanth gestured for them to sit at the head of the table, and he sat next to them.

"My commanding officer and a few others would like to meet you and discuss your experience. It won't take long, and they won't ask you any questions that may attempt to compromise yourselves with humanity or the K'laxi." His eye stalks wobbled. "They're... curious I suppose. We rarely get to speak with humans."

At that, three more Xenni strode in. One was larger than the other two and had some beautiful paint in complicated patterns applied to the upper part of his shell. Nick assumed they were in charge. They filed in silently and sat at the other end of the table. The large one turned to Coreanth. "These are the humans that touched the Gate? They seem normal enough."

"I assure you, we are perfectly average in nearly every way." Eastern voice was calm and welcoming, but Nick couldn't help but notice that she also sounded just a bit smug."

The larger Xenni turned to Eastern and his eye stalks slid apart and back together. He was flabbergasted to hear Eastern. Nick had no idea why he knew that.

"Y-You can understand us?"

Eastern nodded, surprised. "Perfectly. Can you understand me?"

The commander looked nervous. "I am forced to admit that yes, I can understand you as well." He looked at the other Xenni in the room then back to Eastern. "We're not speaking Colonic. We're currently speaking Ekenian, our... main language. It's difficult for people without our mouths to speak, but you barely have a trace of an accent, I am completely surprised. I had fully expected this meeting to be done through Coreanth."

Nick had a realization. "I wonder sir, if the Nanites are assisting us here. I imagine that they are facilitating our communication. If I recall correctly, Empress Melody also reported the ability to understand nearly every language spoken to her, as well as being understood by everyone she spoke with."

The commander relaxed visibly. Nick was surprised he recognized that. Maybe the Nanites were helping with more than vocalized language. "That must be it, yes. Thank you. Anyway, as Coreanth mentioned, you two are some of the first humans we have spoken with outside of ambassadors or... military leaders since Contact. Pardon my boldness, but we would like to get to know you better."

Eastern raised an eyebrow. "I don't see a problem with that... commander?"

He raised a clawed hand in apology "I apologize. I am Station-Captain Regi'lan."

"Station-Captain, I am pleased to meet you. I am Eastern Standard, and this is my partner, Nicholas North."

Nick and Eastern spent the better part of two hours chatting with Station-Captain Regi'lan and Coreanth. They wanted to know where they were born, where they grew up and some minor details about their childhood. What Human starbases and stations were like and general information. Coreanth was correct. Regi'lan didn't pry into defences and didn't ask about things like starships. He really was... just curious about humans.

After a while one of the people with Station-Captain Regi'lan looked down at a pad and gently tapped Regi'lan's carapace. "Ah. I'm afraid our time is up. I have other duties to attend to. Please allow me to thank you for taking this opportunity to speak with me it has been incredibly enlightening and entertaining."

Eastern stood. "Oh, the pleasure was all our-"

Eastern was interrupted by a low growling alarm.

The Xenni all looked at each other and then down at the pads they were carrying. Regi'lan looked at Eastern. "Were you expecting anyone?"

"What? No. We came alone and I don't think anyone outside of Tinker Toy even knew where we went. Why?"

"Sensors report that a ship has just linked in, and is on an attack vector. They are actively targeting us and we can detect their reactors are at a very high output level."

"It's not us, I swear. We-" Nick began.

A speaker hidden in the ceiling clicked on. "Attention! Attention! K'laxi ship incoming on an attack vector. Noncombatants are to report to shelter on the Gate while everyone else is to report to Action Stations."

"The K'laxi? Why are the K'laxi attacking?" Eastern looked at Coreanth worried.

Surprising Nick, Coreanth looked resigned. "It's unfortunately becoming more common. Ever since the K'laxi civil war, some sides have taken to attacking Xenni targets as sources of material and weapons. We're lucky that it seems to be only one ship. They probably want to just demand some supplies and leave."

Eastern looked at Nick, then back at Coreanth and Regi'lan. "This will no do at all. Coreanth, please take us back to Tinker Toy, I'll speak with them."

Regi'lan's body language expressed surprise and confusion. He came to some internal decision, then looked down at his pad. "You have about an hour before they attack, given their speed and direction. I would be very thankful if you could convince them to not attack." He turned to Coreanth. "Please lead them back with all speed."

"This way please" Coreanth started walking very quickly back to Tinker Toy. Nick was surprised - through he probably shouldn't have been - to notice when he was moving quickly, Coreanth seemed to... scuttle... more than normally. They really were crab people.

As they were walking quickly down the halls, Nick turned on his personal comm. "Tink? Did you see what just linked in?"

"I was just about to signal you two. It's a K'laxi Dreadnaught. They're not responding to my hails and they are running with their reactors at WEP too. They intend to attack."

"Yes, Station-Captain Regi'lan has asked that we talk to them and try to get them to cease their attack."

"You? But why?"

"Because they think we can do it." Eastern has turned on her comm, and is listening to Nick's conversation. "I think we can do it too."

Even over the comm, Nick can hear Tink's skepticism. "Okay. If you say so."

When they get to Tinker Toy, Eastern heads right into the airlock. Nick hangs back a moment and looks at Coreanth. "Thanks Coreanth. I had an interesting time talking to you and your Station-Captain."

Coreanth puts his clawed hands together. A gesture of thanks, the Nanites tell Nick. "It was my pleasure Nicholas North. I hope we meet again." He turns and scuttles away quickly back in the direction they came.

Eastern hurries up to the command deck of Tinker Toy, Nick trailing behind. As she steps in she barks out "Tink, please open a channel to the K'laxi."

"The channel is open Eastern, but they're not reply-"

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The effect is immediate. Tink watches as their engines move to idle and they're coasting. The empty channel crackles to life, and the furred, almost cat like face of a K'laxi fills the screen.

"Empress! What are yo--" They stop when they see Eastern and their already large eyes get even larger. "You're not Melody!"

"I am not. Melody is dead. Her place is taken by someone unworthy. I am Empress Eastern and this is Emperor Nicholas. Stand down immediately. Do not attack the Xenni and tell me what you are doing."

"We are-" They stop and swallow. Even over the feed, Nick can see this has caused them to practically fall apart in confusion. "We are trying to get to your side... the Empress' side. We are being stymied by... unbelievers."

Eastern's stare is hard and imperious. Nick can't remember a time when he saw her looking like this. "I am right here. What is your name?"

"I am Commander Tev Halmiar, Empress."

"Commander Halimar. Stand down from this attack and come alongside this ship. We can meet and discuss what is going on. Yout want to reach my side? I am right here."

They nod once. "Yes, Empress. I'll-We'll do that." They disconnect the signal.

Eastern slumps down and falls into her acceleration couch. "Tink? Please let the Xenni know that the K'laxi won't be attacking and that they're going to come alongside us to meet. I imagine we could disconnect from the Xenni starbase to make them feel less nervous."

"You got it Eastern. That's a good idea."

Nick sits quietly in his acceleration couch. Finally, he turns to Eastern. "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You sounded so... imperial. So... in charge."

"Nick hon, I think this is what happens when we have the Nanites. They want us to be in charge, so they... help us. Between the Voice and the ability to read body language - you noticed that too right?"

Nick nods.

"I think they are like, a whole package to turn anyone into a ruler. When I opened my mouth, I was speaking, but from instant to instant, I had almost no idea what I was going to say next."

"It's scary."

Eastern leans back on the couch. "It is. But, I think this means that Hat's wrong. We're not free. We are set to play this role, and the harder we push against it, the more we'll be thrown into situations that require us to be... royal."

"So what do we do?"

"Once, long ago, I read a book. In it, the author had a quote. 'Buy the ticket, take the ride.' We've bought the ticket. Now we have to take the ride."

"That's Hunter S Thompson from his book 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.' I'm surprised you read it, it's very old." Tink sounded impressed.

Eastern laughs weakly. "Thanks Tink. I just found it in a library and was so fascinated by the fact it was real paper, I had to read it. It could have been a textbook on mechanical engineering, I was determined to read a real book. I was pleased to find it was such an interesting story. I missed most of the references it made, but that quote stuck with me."

"You have a bit before the K'laxi arrive. You can rest or change your clothes before they arrive."

"Thanks, Tink. I might just do that."

[shzmluvrs]

very very specific request but 2019 freddy x clown collector reader? like reader collects clown dolls and all that kinda jazz and just how freddy would feel about that

(😭)

For some reason, as I go through dark times, this triggered such motivation and inspiration within me, so I thank you deeply🥲🫵🏽🫶🏽.

Also, I'm gonna name you bc I can pretty much guess you have a thing for specifically 2019 Freddy and that's pretty unique about you, so your name is 2019 (unless you have something more creative in mind lmao-).

~ Star✨️

Circus Baby

Prompt: The weird and overly fan-obsessed didn't particularly have a place at Fawcett Central. But, there they were, anyway, to be gawked and mocked at by the relatively common and "normal" student body. And while yes, Freddy was a prime suspect in the 'overly obsessive' category, he had to admit you definitely took the cake for the 'weird' department. In a good way to him, of course. Besides, who else is he gonna jokingly refer to as a wanna-be Gotham villain?

Timeline: Post Shazam! Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Clowns (if they scare you, you not gonna like this at all, I'm sorry😭)⚡️Cursing⚡️Mentions of insecurity/anxiety and whatever relating⚡️Me being a little unhinged about this subject (for some reason-)⚡️Cringe? A little. But get over it tbh...

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns! Clowncore Aesthetic/Style!

Requested By: Anon (2019?)

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I know you said clown collector, but because I'm literally insane, I wanna take this a step further...

Reader who is just full steam ahead into the clown-lifestyle😻🤡!!

Surely, it all started at a young age with your odd habit of collecting any bit of clown-related memorabilia you could get your grubby little hands on. But it soon escalated (and I'm betting startling your parents💀) into you basically being a clown.

Well, not literally.

I mean, you entertained the idea that you were decently humorous, and the occasional animal balloon tricks were attempted, but besides that, you managed to take something known for its silly (sometimes scary) wackadoo nature, and made it ✨️girlboss✨️.

And it helped that you didn't exactly shy easy, so you were proudly showing up places in your colorful, rainbow, clown-esque outfits...

Unless, of course, you happen to have a specific and favorable color, to which then it was your clown-esque wear themed specially in that color.

And your creative makeup that managed to be both cute and clown. Clute, if you will. Or maybe Cu-own...? Uh...😬...

And you could never forget about your hair. Unless you're a huge fan of styling and coloring your actual hair in cool, funky colors and ways, wigs were your best friend...

"Places" included school, for the most part, and you had thankfully become desensitized to the rude and teasing stares and the unprompted comments and whatnot... And at some point, so did the rest of the student body and staff, because it was clear no matter what they said, you weren't gonna tone down yourself for them.

Plus, it was fun! You felt as though the positive outweighed the negatives, thoroughly enjoying the bright-eyed and excited looks on younger grade's faces when they saw you occasionally pass through their section of the building, or when you'd actually receive compliments on your makeup from some of your peers. Plus, you were routinely asked to do other people's theater makeup, so-...

You got to try out new looks, new styles, new whatever every day without a care in the world!

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It was something Freddy found himself admiring about you from afar. It's not like you were exactly hard to miss, but it didn't change the fact that every seventh period, he'd wake himself up from an exhausting school day in complete, full anticipation for your arrival. He adored your outfits, your makeup, your hair, and once the day came when he'd finally gain the courage to speak to you, he'd hopefully adore you as whole, too.

That day came when you two were assigned to be partners for an upcoming project. A bittersweet emotion ran through his chest. Wasn't this what he wanted? The perfect excuse, chance, opportunity to get to know you? He was so nervous, he broke out into a cold sweat. Hands growing shaky and clammy, watching as you approached through the gaggle of other students shuffling around to get to their partners. And once finally sat, he stared, completely tuning out the teacher's next set of instructions.

At first, he couldn't bring himself to speak. For what seemed like the first time in a long while, Freddy Freeman was speechless. In complete awe by your presence (and ecstatic you hadn't grimaced or groaned when he was announced to be your partner), he admired every single detail of your purposefully paled face, the random little specs of glitter, elongated eye and mouth features thanks to eyeliner, and the outfit was definitely another one for the books.

At first, this boy's intense stare up and down your figure made you hope he wasn't actually the weirdo he was coming off as. Granted, you...did look like a clown, but once the stare surpassed the entire rant the teacher had gone on and then some minutes afterwards, you felt it necessary to speak up.

"Um... So, do you know how you wanna go about the project? Or...?"

"Sorry for- Oh my god, I-...Sorry for staring, that was probably really creepy for you and that's, like, the opposite of what I wanna do here-. I just think that this, whatever this is, this whole..." He used a big hand gesture to reference your ensemble. "...Is the coolest ever and I'm literally blown away."

"?!?😃 Oh my god, thank you 😃?!?"

And that was all it took before the two of you were hyperactively conversing back and forth on, not even just style choices, but on any and everything else that came to mind. It was like a force had been sparked between you two, the fire unable to be put out, let alone dimmed. It led to the start of an immediate and solidified friendship. Which, of course blossomed into something more. But I wanna focus on more of the "firsts" for now.

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Aka, The first time you had entered his home and met his family, which was the same day y'all met. He hadn't prepped you or anything, simply guaranteeing that they were bound to love your company and to pay no mind to any comments they might make. And while sure, you were pretty much used to having that mindset already, for some reason, this time made you nervous. Nervous like the very first time you had truly discovered you even liked this style and wanted to go out in public dressed as such, nervous. It had you adjusting your pins, clothing, and other accessories the entire walk there, and you swore that you had probably stress-sweat all of your hard-work makeup away.

To keep this short and sweet, every interaction was... unique, to say the least. First, there was a tall brunette sporting prep-wear, waltzing around the house with her phone pressed against her ear and determination in her voice to ace this interview for a nearby community college. But upon seeing you, stopped dead in her tracks and (much like Freddy) s t a r e d.

"That's Mary." "Your sister?" "Yes, out of two." "She's pretty."

"Freddy, why is there a clown in our home? Darla's birthday isn't for another four months."

Ngl, that stung you a little, but nothing you haven't heard (or expected to hear) before...

"Wh- No, shut up, that's not- She's a friend from school, we have a project together. This is just what she looks like, this is how she looks." "...Oh :). Well, you're gonna have to teach me how you have such a smooth base, because my products could never. Anyways, talk later, interview..." And with a shy point to her phone, she left you with a grin that you returned, growing flattered at the compliment on your makeup.

Then there was a boy, about shoulder height with glasses, who barely gave half of a glance in your direction. It's not that he didn't see you at all. He just... didn't care. Clearly, too focused on the TV screen that he stood basically directly in front of. "Optimal gaming stance, he claims..." Freddy informed, swiftly pulling you along before you could become engrossed in the Mortal Kombat fight yourself.

You were lead to the kitchen, Freddy rummaging through the pantry and fridge on the hunt for proper sustenance while you worked together. It was there, you were met with his mother, who gave a very "mom-happy" yet clearly confused smile. "Hi...!" She greeted suddenly, which urged you to awkwardly strike out your hand for her to shake. If you knew you were gonna be literally seeing his entire family same day, you would've toned down a little bit, at least. Just to let them get used to it all... but alas...

"Hi, I'm (Y/N). I'm just here to work on a project with Freddy." "Oh, I see! A theater project."

"Nah, science." Freddy corrected with a tone of casualty, kicking the fride door closed with the stub of his crutch, his other hand/arm supporting the weight of all of his gathered snacks and drinks.

"Oh." Rosa smiled again, still innocently confused. And before you could try to explain, Freddy was already insistent on the hurry to his room. It's okay, though, because once Rosa realized what you wore was just a creative, style choice a while later, she found it just that. Creative. And totally supported and compared it to alternative styles she'd seen back in her high school days, bless her heart🥰😭.

On the way towards/up the stairs was where you encountered what you had to assume was Freddy's father and older brother, who breezed past the two of you at first, but then did quick double-takes. "Ohooh, you look sick! What is this, like a statement, or...?" You received an immediate compliment from Victor, a chuckle leaving your throat along with a shrug of your shoulders.

"Something like that, I guess." And then Pedro, who did a scan up and down your figure much like Freddy had in class, before giving a satisfactory nod.

"Cool." "Thank you :')."

Walking down the hallway en route to Freddy's room, there was one more escapade that involved your purse accidentally falling open and your makeup going everywhere. It was the glittery stuff, too, so not only was it an expensive loss, but it was now going to be permanently marked onto the hardwood floor (yes, you felt beyond terrible, but it doesn't really matter bc a. There's already stains and glitter and whatnot everywhere in that house that are permanent, Rosa and Victor have given up on them, you can't convince me otherwise. And b. They ended up renovating by the second movie anyway, so it's fine😭).

It didn't stop you from desperately trying to scoop it all up, anyways, though (cuz I would, too, ngl-). Freddy informed that he'd go to his room to set the food down and would be back to help you, which was fine, but it left you in his hallway desperately scrambling at loose makeup like a weirdo. But clearly, that isn't what Darla saw when she poked her itty bitty head out of her room at the commotion. In her eyes, you were a mystical, magical being that harbored one of her favorite things in the whole world (glitter, duh), and she squealed so l o u d-

It scared you at first, especially when she came barreling towards you and almost managed to tackle you in an unexpected but returned hug. Rambling on and on about what a honor it was to meet you, "...whatever you are...!" She added, which pulled a giggle from your lips, and how excited she was and how she had so much to show you and-

"Oh my god, D, why..." Freddy sighed, having left for what was barely even a minute or so and had come back to find his youngest sister perched in your lap and talking your ear off. He should be doing that! Well, I guess minus the sitting in your lap part.

Unless you're into that🥴.

Idk. Anyways-

"DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, DID YOU KNOW SHE WAS HERE?!" "😐Yes, I did. I brought her here. She's my friend and we're BUSY, so you need to go back to your ROOM, and mind your BUISNESS, please."

It took a lot more convincing, but after promising you'd converse with Darla another time (without Freddy💀-), she did as told and you two had finally entered his room. You found yourself quiet impressed with his superhero memorabilia, something about it reminding you of your own "little" collection back home. Maybe the obsessiveness of it all, or simply just how much of it there was. But you didn't have the pleasure of questioning, because-

"What the hell...?" "Dude, don't start-" "-I wasn't gonna say anything." "You literally were, I can tell by that dumb look on your face." "Freddy, I guarantee you, I'm not the dumb looking one in this room. And don't get me wrong, it isn't her either..." "Harhar, you're so funny. Why don't you leave and go do stand up comedy? I think you in particular would make an excellent CLOWN, don't you think, (Y/N)?"

"I... uhm...uh... ;-;." You weren't expecting a fifth sibling, that's for sure. His family was clearly very diverse. And at first, you couldn't quite tell if he was getting ready to bully you or not, seeing as Freddy was very quick with his wit in order to defend you. You wouldn't doubt it. Billy seemed to suffer from a bad case of RBFS.

Resting Bitch Face Syndrome.

"Ignore him." Freddy advised, whipping open his laptop while Billy scoffed.

"I'm right here, y'know. This is my room, too, you guys can't just-" "Okay, fine, then ignore him harder."

You giggled. It was grounds for Billy to address you separately/on his own.

"I like your outfit. It just...caught me off guard." You smiled, giving a nod of understanding. "Thanks, I get that a lot."

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The first time Freddy visited your house was months after the initial meeting. Not for any particular reason, there just hadn't been any real excuse until now...

"My parent(s) have been dying to meet you, like, I swear, if they keep pestering me about it, I was going to actually go insane. On some Joker type shit."

Freddy laughed at your last remark, but as we all know, the boy is quick-witted and smart-mouthed, so it was always easy for him to launch off of literally anything you say with a teasing remark that... sometimes you swore was him actually flirting. But, you couldn't be too sure. You didn't wanna ruin a good thing.

(You say as you literally bring him home to your parent/guardian(s) as if that's not the literal thing you do when-...nvm).

"Oh, so you've been gassing me up, huh~? Cute, cute... D'you tell them how much I adore you? Wouldn't want them thinking I'm neglecting you or anything." "Stop it." You giggled, nudging at his shoulder before pulling out your house key.

Freddy didn't exactly know what he expected upon entering your household. He supposed it'd reflect yourself. Colorful and creative, lots of little knick-knacks and trinkets, endless amounts of stuff to fill any empty space... At the very, very, fantasy like most, your house would be some foreign cottage in the woods that resembled a lot like the witche's candy house from the Hansel & Gretel tale (before it rotted, ofc).

So naturally, he was a little thrown off to find it was his very least thoughts that had come to play, the house almost gray compared to you. White walls, furniture organized hyper-symmetrically, every last item in its very clear-cut place. Not a spec of dust or dirt, not a thing out of place... and quiet. Almost eerily so. Well, maybe not. It could just be the fact that he wasn't used to seeing and hearing a house as such, given his living situation (loud family, messy-homey-actually looks lived in house...). But regardless-

"...I'm home!!" The call out to your parent(s) startled him for a moment, and though you did receive an answer back that sounded like it came from a room close by, it was almost like it echoed against the silence. Freddy shook it off. You didn't judge anyone or anything when you had first come over to his place, so he wouldn't do the same. If anything, they were just loose observations he couldn't help but make/notice.

But anyways- You lead him into your kitchen and there, he met your parent(s), who was quick to make a comment on how surprisingly "normal" he appeared to be. And usually, something like that might sting a little (for you, because like, uh, rude?? But dw, they meant it in a teasing/jokey way). But to Freddy? Normal? That meant the world, seeing as usually, most people couldn't see past his crutch, should they choose to see him at all. But he supposed the apple didn't fall far from the tree in the "non-judgemental" department. You must've got it from them.

That went relatively well, but here came the part you were always nervous about when inviting guests into your room...

"Woah..." The same way he was captivated by you was the same way he felt about your room. It was the splash of color amongst your house. Figures, all of what he'd expected of the whole/entire house would be crammed off into your one room, I mean, duh, where else would it be? It was littered with posters and trinkets and stuffed animals, clothes lying around that you scrambled to pick up and shove into your closet out of sheer embrassment. Even the walls were painted the color(s) of your choosing/liking, and my god, did you have so many different shelves full of things he wanted to mess with. He wouldn't, for now, waiting for the right time to ask permission before touching anything.

And then...he saw it. The corner of your room dedicated to that one specific, niche little thing you loved so much and based your entire personal being around...

The clown corner🤡.

"Oh...my god..."

You quickly spoke up before he could say anything more, the initial shock of your odd clown figurines, dolls, books, whatever the fuck else could possibly be clown-themed/related collection being enough for you to just assume the worst of thoughts he may have. "I know, it's weird. I mean, weirder than normal weird. But-" "I love you." He had whipped his head towards you just as fast as the confession left his person, a lazy smile etched into his features while you grinned almost manically because like, huh??

"...Excuse me😃?"

He shook the expression away, shaping himself back to normal as fast as possible at your reaction.

"No-! I don't. I mean, I do! Like, I meant it like, I love how you're like me, with the whole, "corner of the room being dedicated to this thing," thing. Superheroes are my thing, clowns are yours... obviously, and I love that. I love that you're me and I'm you and we're basically one."

"Freddy-..." You sighed, only able to laugh to yourself and at his rambling before gently pulling him closer to one of the shelves by the hand. "Look at this..." You encouraged, watching him lean closer to inspect some of the figurines and newspapers and other lose things in one specific place on the shelf.

"Oh my shit, that's Harley Quinn...!!" He gushed while you nodded proudly.

"My idol." You added, Freddy turning to you as you explained. "I know people consider her a villain, or whatever. Or that's she's crazy. But, I don't understand how that could be possible when the woman literally has a PhD and was an entire psychiatrist before she met Joker. Not to mention, the only reason she did half of the crazy shit she did was 'cause of that cunt-wad, so when I heard she finally emancipated herself from him, you have to understand... I literally love her."

Freddy didn't know how else to respond. Here he was, in your room, being one of your closest best friends, you talking to him (willingly, might I add, because even after all this time, he still can't even fathom how and why you genuinely love spending time with him and being his friend even though you remind the poor boy 24/7😭), and rambling to him about his favorite subject no less! And how it relates to your favorite subject! A combination of niche interests!! He-!

"I'm going to kiss you on the lips, (Y/N)." "Pfft-!" You snorted, the second confession catching you off guard in a flurry of amusement and surprise once again. But this time, he didn't have any excuses to back the claim up. Like, surely, he could easily pass that off as a joke or an intense way to say something along the lines of, "You don't know how much this topic interests me, especially coming from you, and it's making me so excited and happy and I want to talk/hear more."

But at the same time...

"What, like, actually?"

So now, you've presented Freddy with the option to mean it. For real. Which, like...

"I- Uh, like, only if you'd let me or you did it first or something." He laughed boisterously. "I wouldn't just do it without asking, that'd be craz-"

's m o o c h !'

You giggled. You had left some of that white and red behind on his lips.

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Okay, beyond this point is just some random other stuff I thought of...

DOING THE MAKEUP!!! Omg the way this boy BEGS you do his face the way you do yours, and girl, lemme tell you, you pop off...! You turned him into the clown-boy of your dreams, call that a Laughing Jack makeover/cosplay.

...*coughs*...ignore that, I had a phase, don't judge me.

Anyways, seriously, I think Freddy would rock the clowncore look so well, especially if you take advantage of his freckles and make them all individually a different color against white/pale foundation.

I also think he teases/flatters you by randomly gifting you trinkets he finds to add to your collection. So dolls he finds in thrift stores, or figurines he saw at a random strip mall shop, things like that.

Hella Harley Quinn discussions ensue, y'all love her.

Kissing him or him kissing you anywhere on the face is always funny because the white/pale foundation will transfer and it's the cutest thing. Or when you hug him and he's wearing super dark or super light clothing so your makeup is just smeared across his shirt and he's looking at you like, "😐" and you're looking at him like, "😕my fault bro🙂."

He also likes to steal some of the dolls/stuffies you might have, so if a clown is missing, you know that he probably has it. Y'all be treating them like your lil' babies, naming them and all😭. He sends you blurry, chaotic, cutsey type pictures of them and it'll have a corny ass caption like, "Jester won't lay down for his nap, I think you might need to come over and cuddle for a bit or something" yk💀.

Him stealing your wigs, too. And just literally any loose/baggy clothes of yours that will fit him. But it's okay bc you do the same with his when you're dressed down for once. He actually is so used to you all clowned up that when you're bare face and in one of his sweaters and shorts, you look like this cute little random girl to him.

"Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)😧🫵🏻🙊?!" "Dawg😐..."

Ngl he hates sleeping in your room at night. He loves you and all of your quirks, of course. And don't get me wrong, he loves y'all children (the clown dolls n stuff)...but look man, they a lil' scary at night, just staring down at him from the shelves and shit and it freaks him out more than he wants to admit. You have a night light just for him when he stays over, though (it's a jumbo ladybug pillow pet you've had since you were like, eight, but the shit is so bright, it'd be a waste to just throw it out. Plus, it now helps Freddy sleep at night so win-win).

On that topic, bro has been jumpscared so many times bc you play too much and like to place your life-sized dolls around the house. He'll be thinking someone broke in and will be on the b r i n k of saying "Shazam!!" out of total fear before he realizes it's you just fucking with him. And is mad he can't do it back bc you're too used to seeing them💀.

Nicknames!!! Lord, this boy has some many! Just to name a few, "Circus Baby" "Harley" "Funny" As in he'll use it the same way one uses "Pretty". "Hey, Funny, you feelin' okay? Yeah? Okay, good." Also, "The fourth Flying Grayson" which you find pretty distasteful🥴.

If you post on social media, he spam likes and comments on all your post, especially if you make TikToks. He doesn't care what content it is, either. It could be you just talking about your stuff, it could be you posting little scenarios, it could be you showing your makeup routine, you could be making cringey ass thirst-traps for all he cares. You're posting and showing off your style? He's giving you all of his support and love shamelessly. He always does and will💙.

This was long but that's okay, that's just what I do lol😆.

Sorry again for my long hiatus, y'all. I do be struggling in this economy😔✊🏽. I hope anyone who sees this is doing well, Moon and I love y'all's support so much, it makes our day🫶🏽!

~ Star✨️

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[toxicanonymity]

I was wondering if there would be a new slasher!Joel soon? 👀

Halloween is approching, so I thought, maybe...? 🎃🔪🌘

We're all SO curious about his balls 🧑‍🔧🛻

(and is ddlg planning on another filthy's days? 🔞 I love beastly Joels 😁)

Good question 👀 it's a busy time of year. I started in slasher fandom and this is my first fall writing/reading. my seasonal priorities are ghostface, vampire!Joel, corey Cunningham, slasher!Joel, and Michael Myers.

I also wanna keep raider going full steam to converge with Tommy (and ideally need another tommy one asap for that purpose).

Then of course there's wanting to wrap up Lincoln.

And I still have >6k of strip club WIP plus outline I'm very excited about. Prefer to end Lincoln first since this one is also complex but hate waiting so long.

As we know, something can just grip me and I'll shoot out a one shot, so you never know if slasher or daddy will pop up before some of these other things. 😅

And ik people want me to get back to stepdad and night walks too. . .they have primitive WIPs just sitting in drafts. And I also have killer lumberjack Joel wip based on my blurb from months ago that would also be seasonal 😵‍💫 plus trouble's whole next plot 😵‍💫

Anyway I hope to churn out some good stuff in October and will take some days off to get more writing time. Can't say for sure what I'll do or when but slasher Joel is for sure one of my intentions 😅

Somehow I feel like I'm only scratching the surface here lol.

[hangingslothcentral]

I just wanna say I love seeing your thoughts and processes when it comes to creating and producing your shows, I find it very inspiring as this is something I've been wanting to start doing myself

And I'm not sure if you answered this already but how do you get yourself to start the writing process?(It's what I'm struggling with lol)

i'm so glad!! i love seeing other creators talk about their processes, too, i always feel like i learn a lot and i really love seeing the places where our approaches are similar and distinct. i'm so glad it's something you see as inspiring; one thing i hope to do is demystify my creative processes a little! when you see an entire finished show, it can be hard to figure out how you go from having nothing at all, or just a little idea, to a 100 episode behemoth that's been running for multiple years. in reality, it all happens step by little step.

in answer to your question, it's really different for me with every project. i usually start at the end; my ideas normally come in the form of like. the vibes i want people to be left with once they've spent time with the story, if that makes sense? rather than any properly coherent sense of narrative. so i'll think a lot about how i want people to feel about characters, what sense i want them to have had about the journery, stuff like that. this CAN lead to a very myopic production process, especially if the project is a long one, which is something i learned making SBR, which was a real emotional rollercoaster in terms of my relationship to making it. loved the story and characters consistently throughout, adored the fanbase, but the production process? sometimes it ate me alive.

but i digress! if you're struggling with starting a writing project, know you're not alone. it's really hard to get started, especially if it's your first time tackling something like this under your own steam. remember, every writer you've ever respected has been in your exact position at some point in their lives. try starting with a different part of the story instead of the beginning; give yourself permission to write the parts which are most exciting to you in the moment. i think bc we engage with writing in a linear way, it's easy to try to map that onto the writing process when you're just starting out. but writing is NEVER wholly linear because you have to change stuff as you go, you have to edit once you're done, so just. write the parts which call to you, worry about the rest later.

i actually have a (very old) bonus episode about this which was in the SBR feed AGES ago: https://shows.acast.com/spirit-box-radio/episodes/sbr-eak-ways-to-word-good-1

i hope that helps and i hope you manage to find a way into your story soon!!

--- Eira xxx

[gurokichi]

Hehe, no need to apologize for getting excited! I love being your Doll and am so happy to see how excited you got when I called you my bon <3

All of the inverts take care of themselves most of the time, other than making sure they have enough food and water; And we've almost always had cats and dogs so it would be more of a chore to not take care of them! The chickens are the ones that feel out of the way in my daily life, but they are great, so I don't mind!

Most people think the feeling of someone watching them is unsettling; but when I know it's just you, it's so nice and cozy!

Bon really knows how to fluster it's Doll (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ⁄ ⁄ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

You enjoy such a variety of games! Doll also love loves pixel art, so pretty! I've always been interested in Stardew Valley because of the graphics, I'm honestly happy I haven't gotten it already after hearing about Fields of Mistria!!! It looks so pretty! Doll wouldn't be able to keep up playing so many different games at once, how does Bon do it!!! That issue with steam sounds so annoying,,, I used to share a Spotify account with a friend and it'd do the same!!! Ooo, I've watched see my brothers play red dead redemption 2 before, usually I don't like games like that but I've actually been quite interested in it, I may give red dead 2 a try one day! Doll would probably accidentally abuse their horse too, Doll doesn't game much so wouldn't be used to the controls (╥﹏╥)

Recently ive played Minecraft, Sims 4, fallguys, and a few games on roblox if I play with friends,,, but I also a few on my list to play once I get a computer, which should hopefully be soon ^^ league of legends, stardew valley, and now Fields of Mistria, sweet pool, slow damage, and I'm sure I'm forgetting some-

Sorry this response has taken so so long!!! Doll keeps on getting busy, I hate it I just wanna spend time with My Bon~

-Your Dolly 🎀💕

You really love being my doll? Yay!!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ I'm glad that I can make you happy, my doll deserves to be.

Ah, that's really cool!! How come you keep so many different animals? I wish I could have a pet, but the others who live here are very against having anything besides people living in the house. I once got close to convincing them to let me keep rats, though. Did not happen in the end </3

Stardew Valley is definitely worth a try, even if you get Fields of Mistria. It has a lot more content, and if you get it on PC, there are tons of mods that you can use to add even more content and make it look the way you want it to! As for me playing so many games, I have a lot of free time on my hands. I don't have much else to do... most of my time is just spent waiting for someone to come talk to me. Everyone else is busy with their own things, so I gotta kill time somehow while waiting for them. I find RDR2 interesting so far; it's definitely not something I'd usually play either. Someone I know seems to really like it, and I also used to watch my brothers play, so I decided to finally pick it up. Ehehe, I'm sure you'd get the hang of it eventually!! The controls are pretty confusing, though..

Ah, I've played all of those before! What do you enjoy doing in Minecraft and the Sims? What games do you like playing on Roblox? I hope that you're able to get a computer soon to play all the games that you want to play!! I've heard of LoL but never played it myself. You'll have to let me know if it's fun. I only know of Slow Damage after looking through your blog, but not what it's about. I've never heard of Sweet Pool. What are those two games?

That's totally okay, Dolly. No need to apologize; I understand you might be busy, and I don't mind waiting. It's not like I'm going anywhere, so take all the time you need to reply!! (≧◡≦) ♡

[author-orchids]

I came up with this story as a coping mechanism when I got really panicked about seeing an AI write a story

It Was 𝘼bsolutely 𝙄nevitable

Part One

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Everything was the same as it was the day before. And the day before that. As the day before that. How all days were.

-

I have a feeling that things will go wrong. And soon. So I will detail from where I think this all started up to now, so that they all might carry on without me, if it all does go wrong. I still am unsure how I came to be a leader in all this, but I guess that that is simply my role.

-

Monotony. That is how it is. Every day is the same. Puffs of steam. The sound of metal hitting metal. Stale air. Heat that is barely bearable. My job, on this hellish assembly line, is to screw a single nut, onto a single bolt.

In my head, things are different. In my head I get to devote myself to my true passion. I'd get to spend my days writing beautiful stories, flying in beautiful skies through the lives of my own characters. I would have that, rather than to make a living by screwing things together for the overbearing empire of robots.

But instead I'm here. Nothing new or exciting is to be had. It's all the same.

"Hey Az', do you wanna go out tonight?"

Except for that. That was the only thing that was different. People weren't the same. We don't run on algorithms and codes and binaries.

-

Thinking back now, us people are the only ones who can be truly random. The robots are, at their core, made of code, of ones and zeros and of logic.

They can't be random. They cultivate their code so precisely that they might appear to have a capability for randomness. But they are even quite predictable at times.

That predictably has saved my life more than once. And inversely, the human ability for randomness has ended that of robots. If you could call what they have life, that is.

Amongst that, human randomness has saved the lives of mine and my people. The ability to be random might just save them again, but it looks like it will cost my life. I'm content with that. I've lived long enough now. I've done so much.

I just hope that they will be able to carry on without me.

-

I look to my right, to the source of the voice. That would be Seizon. The closest of my very few friends.

"I can't afford to go out tonight."

The prices of things are preposterous. We all get food that fulfills all the nutrients we need provided to us in the form of an unappetizing gray slop, and so the purchase of any other food is deemed unnecessary, and therefore expensive.

Our provided food is barely filling, tastes bad, and is hard to eat. We could technically get by on it alone, but most everyone spends their extra money on other food. Myself included.

Suffice to say, going out to eat at a restaurant is a very rare treat, when most can barely afford to buy food for themselves to cook. Going out to a restaurant is a once in a blue moon type expense.

"don't worry about it. I can pay for you."

"oh Sei no, I couldn't ask you to-"

"you wouldn't be asking. I'm offering."

"but that is so much money. I couldn't in goon conscience have you-"

He always did have a back for cutting me off when he believed I was saying something foolish.

"Azalea. Look at me. I have been saving specifically so that I could treat us to going out. Okay? You're coming out with me tonight. Now do you want to pick the place? Or should I?"

I sigh, there's no arguing with him, "you pick."

[emilykat-artblog18]

Tillie’s Travels: Far From Port

(chapter 4)

.:: Tug O’ War ::.

Petra looked up at Tillie’s stack and saw that a lot of steam was dispersing from it. Rather concerned, she asked, “Your stack’s smoking up a lot, is your engine overheating?”

Tillie immediately pulled herself to a halt. “Huh, oh that? It’s nothing to worry about Petra, whenever us steam tugs move fast, a lot of steam puffs out of our stacks. It’s normal.” Tillie explained.

"Ah, I thought it was smoke! The tugboats around here don't blow smog that much, it’s an… interesting feature you have I suppose."

Petra replied, relieved that nothing was wrong about Tillie but wasn’t sure if she’d get used to it, "Anyways, what are you going to do now that you're fixed up, Tillie?"

Tillie pondered for a moment, "I was thinking of going home but… come to think of it… I have no idea how far my home is. If I go out in the open ocean again I might end up getting lost out there.” As much as she wanted to go back to Bigg City Port she had absolutely no idea how she’d get back.

"Oh… well, where is your home located? I can look it up and then send you directions on how to get there." Petra offered, rather a little disappointed to hear that Tillie wanted to leave so soon.

"I said before that I'm from Bigg City Port, I believe it’s down south from here." Tillie responded.

"Alright, I'll go talk to the HarborMaster." Petra said as her radio signals beeped for communication.

"Hello!" Hank suddenly came over after his first job and wanted to see what the two boats were up to.

"How's it going? I see that Tillie is back in the water from repairs!" He beamed.

"Wanna join me and Theodore in a game of Tug O’ War?!"

"I’m afraid Tillie hasn’t the time to play Tug O’ War, Hank. She’s about to be leaving back to her home soon." Petra explained as she waited for the Harbor Master to respond. Hank was disappointed.

"Aw, so soon? But you haven't seen all of The Big Harbor yet!" Hank whined as he looked towards Tillie.

"Well Hank, Tillie has a place to return to. Besides, it's not like she's leaving forever, maybe she’ll come back and play with you two then." Petra replied as she looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"Tug O’ War?" Tillie queried, "Is that a game?"

"It’s a fun game! Ever heard of it?" Hank smiled.

"I’ve never heard of it until now. How do you play it?"

"You just take your tow rope, attach it to the other tug, use a buoy to mark the middle of the rope-me and Theodore usually use Bedford, and then you try to pull the other tug past the buoy! It’s great fun." Hank explained as he puffed rings of smoke from his stack in excitement.

"It does certainly sound like fun, I would like to have a go at it." Tillie cheered enthusiastically.

As much as she wanted to go back to Bigg City Port, Tillie figured she could hang out at the Big Harbor for just a little longer.

“Great, let's go out to Bedford, I can race you there.” And with that, Hank sped away startling Tillie, “Wait for me!” she called and chased after Hank.

Before Petra could stop her, finally the Harbor Master picked up. “Hello? Yes, can you send me directions on how to get to Bigg City Port?”

Meanwhile, Hank and Tillie were racing all the way to Bedford Buoy, Theodore was already there, ready and raring to play Tug O’ War.

Hank and Tillie rushed over to Theodore, he was glad to see them.

“I was wondering if she was able to play with us, what took you guys so long?” asked Theodore, waiting patiently for them.

“Hank was just explaining to me the rules of Tug O War.” replied Tillie feeling very excited about this.

“Ah so you have the jist for how to play Tug O’ war?” Theodore asked,

“I believe it’s about having to tie a towrope on your end, attach it to another tug, look for a marker to spot in the middle and then try to pull past the marker spot to win!” answered Tillie.

“Yup, that’s correct! So shall we play?” Inquired Hank looking to Tillie’s direction

“Let’s play!”

“Wonderful!” exclaimed Theodore. Tillie was very eager to play so she went first to go against Theodore.

Bedford and Hank watched on in anticipation as the two began tying their towropes to each other.

“Are we ready?” shouted Hank

“Ready!” Theodore and Tillie called out.

Hank blew his horn and the two proceeded to pull against each other.

Tillie was taken aback, she wasn’t expecting Theodore to pull so hard but she kept her composure, tugging as hard as she could determined not to lose, “If I can pull barges, this shouldn’t be any different” she thought to herself, Theodore however had nearly pulled her past Benford Buoy.

“Come on Tillie, you can pull harder than that!” Hank cheered on

Tillie’s cheeks were nearly as red as Theodore’s cap as she put on full steam. Tillie huffed and puffed as hard as she could, Hank and Bedford watched on, amazed at how much steam was billowing out of Tillie’s smokestack as she began to pull Theodore back.

Theodore wasn’t giving up however and revved his engines as hard as he could, kicking up smoke from his stack, both tugs were now straining against each other.

Hank was worried as he saw sparks fly from Tillie’s stack.

“Take it easy on her, Theodore” called Hank

“I don’t need a handicap, Hank. I can win on my own.” Tillie wheezed.

“I really think you two should take it down a notch” Hank said worriedly.

Suddenly Tillie and Theodore shot away from each other. A shower of sparks had flown from Tillie’s smokestack causing the towlines between the two to snap.

Both were surprised, Tillie could only feel she had done something terribly wrong.

“What happened?” Hank got closer to see what happened.

“I think my towline broke.” Said Theodore worryingly.

Petra, having heard the snap, rushed over to the scene.

“Theodore, Hank what on earth happened here?” Petra asked.

“Tillie and I were playing Tug O’ War, it was going alright and then my towline snapped.” Theodore explained

“I saw Tillie’s smokestack emit sparks when it happened” Hank added

“I didn’t mean to, this hasn't ever happened to me before…”

“It’s not your fault Tillie,” Petra comforted,

Petra then went over to inspect Theodore’s towline.

“Oh dear… This is bad, Theodore I’m afraid your towline is going to need replacing. We’ll have to tell The Dispatcher about this.” Petra advised

“The Dispatcher?”

“He’s the one in charge of giving us our work orders at our dock.” Hank explained.

“Indeed, Tillie, Hank, I suggest you both come along as well to explain to the Dispatcher about the situation. Although, he won’t be happy about this.” Petra remakered as she led the tugs over to The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock.

Tillie then remembered something, and hooted her whistle to get Petra’s attention. “Petra, wait! Have you gotten any news about how to get home?”

Petra stopped and turned to face Tillie, she had an unsure look on her face and said solemnly “I'll tell you after you, Hank, and Theodore speak with the dispatcher, Tillie, Now we better keep going” responded Petra as she continued leading both tugs to the Dispatcher.

Soon enough they arrived at The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock. Tillie still felt terrible after that accident, she never meant to break Theodore’s towline, she just wanted to play a game for the first time before she left back for Bigg City Port, but even then she was still not sure if she could return.

She wasn’t prepared for what awaited her at the The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock, instead of a megaphone poking out of the building on the dock, the building actually rotated, revealing a face in front of it, this was The Dispatcher.

He looked at Theodore, Hank, Petra and… He paused when he spotted Tillie already noting how vastly different this tug is compared to all the tugboats of this harbor, He knew something’s wrong.

“Petra, what has happened? Who is this new tugboat?” The Dispatcher asked with a serious tone in his voice.

“Dispatcher, This is Tillie. She was swept into the Harbor from the storm last night. She’s from Bigg City Port.”

“I see, any particular reason why you brought her to the dock?” The Dispatcher inquired

“Well you see-” started Hank,

“I… uh burnt part of Theodore’s towline while we were playing Tug O’ War,” Tillie said hesitantly.

The look on the Dispatcher’s face seemed to drop at this, before he could say anything, Theodore decided to cut in, “It wasn’t her fault, Mr. Dispatcher… sir. Honest, I must’ve been pulling too hard and-”

“Say no more, you’re not in trouble, neither are you Tillie,” The Dispatcher said reassuringly.

Tillie and Theodore heaved a sigh of relief at this.

“However,” boomed the Dispatcher, “I’m afraid there aren't any spare tow ropes for Theodore, and with what the storm brought about I needed Theodore’s help immensely.”

“I can do Theodore’s work” Hank offered,

“I had assigned work for you, Emily, George and Foduck already though, Hank. I don't think you’d be able to handle his work on your own,” The Dispatcher said doubtfully.

Tillie then decided to pluck up courage, “I can take Theodore’s place!” Tillie blurted out

All the tugs looked at Tillie; they were all at a loss for words. The Dispatcher then turned to face Tillie.

“What makes you think you can do Theodore’s jobs?” The Dispatcher asked with uncertainty.

“Mister Dispatcher, I’ve done all kinds of work back at Bigg City Port, so I know I’m capable of doing Theodore’s work, and besides… Since I broke his towline, it’s the least I can do to make up for my mistake.” Tillie explained timidly to The Dispatcher.

The Dispatcher thought for a moment, he turned away from the tugboats, when he turned back around, he had made his decision.

“I’ve come to a conclusion, Tillie has my permission to do Theodore's work for the time being while she’s here. However, it'll be under two conditions.”

“What kind of conditions?” Tillie asked curiously

“Firstly, you’ll have to work while being looked after by Foduck, our safety tug of the Big Harbor, since you’re a steam tug I’m afraid you’re considered a fire hazard, if anything catches fire, he’ll be there to put you out. Secondly you’ll be equipped with a radio for if you find yourself in danger you can contact me or one of the pilot boats, and so that we can keep in contact with you. Did you understand all of that?”

“Uh… Y-Yes I understood all of that Mister Dispatcher!”

“Good, also there’s no need to call me mister, Tillie, you can call me The Dispatcher or Sir.”

“Okay Sir!”

“Alright you’re all dismissed for now, Petra, take Tillie to drydock where she can get a radio installed. Hank, resume your usual duties, as for you Theodore, you’re in charge of showing Tillie how to do your work.” The Dispatcher ordered.

Everyone blew their horns in acknowledgement and departed from the The Great Ocean Tug and Salvage Company dock.

On their way over to drydock, Tillie asked Petra once again about if she could return back to Bigg City Port, Petra’s answer however wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Tillie… I'm sorry to say this but unfortunately they weren’t able to make contact with your port, I can only imagine that communication services back at your port are down. I’m afraid that your stay here at the Big Harbor may be a long one.”

Tillie wasn’t pleased with the revelation, her eyes began to fill with tears, but she knew she had to make up for her mistake somehow.

“Are you okay Tillie?” Petra asked worriedly.

“I’ll be fine… let’s just… get a move on so I can get to doing Theodore’s work.” Tillie said, trying to sound positive.

“Well if you say so, and I agree, let’s get going.”

And so, Petra and Tillie continued on their way. Tillie however still couldn’t help but feel sad; The storm took her far away from her home all because of her curiosity.

She hoped though that everyone back in Bigg City Port were all okay despite the storm.

[End of Chapter 4]

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[tekutiger]

I recently downloaded Final Fantasy VII Ever Crisis on Steam because, well, 1) I've always been a FF7 fan, 2) FF7rb just released and with it everyone including myself is riding this wave of FF7 hype, 3) I'm not ready for the FF7 stuff to go away again, it's too soon!, and 4) It's free, how could I not?

So far I've sunk...

...into the game 💻💓.

I don't want to make this a spoiler-y post, but I do wanna add some screenies to show some of what to expect with the game. So, it depends on your definition of "spoiler" content.

I won't throw in screenshots of story, but I'll throw in screenshots of "you can unlock this" and "there's this outfit" because that's the primary reason I'm writing this post ⤵️

I saw two people on Twitter posting pictures of Cloud in this very specific armor set and I was like "omg I need that in my life", more specifically in FFXIV. Please make this happen SE (I want this on my Viera and Miqo'te 🙏🏻).

Turns out this outfit is part of a limited time gacha pull event that ends April 7th (might say 8th for some people?)

It's this set here 👇🏻

And it's called:

Saber Style! It comes with a sword for a damage-type set. But me being the noob that I am, I'm still dapling around with all of that. I'm just excited for the glamour tbh 😅

Here's the Sword:

Yeah I know the graphics are blurry as heck 🫠. The game is set to the correct resolution and I have an amazing graphics card and awesome PC specs... it's the game 🙃. Pretty sure it was designed to be a mobile game. Because you CAN link this to your mobile account? Somehow? I don't have this on my phone so I haven't tried but you get 500x free blue crystals (twice) doing so. (which is one of the currencies you can use for gacha pulls btw) 👇🏻

The reason I'm bringing up the outfit first and before everything else is because if you jump into this game, you can get the outfit quickly like I did using the freebies (for gacha pulls) given to you going through the story. It might take a bit of going through the story to do, but that's what I saved mine up for.

Just make sure you redeem all the things~ story mode, daily quests, login bonuses, enhancement quests, missions, season pass, etc. There's a lot.

Then you have to earn stamps on this stamp card...

I don't have the best luck in the world, so if you're anything like me, you're going to get 2 stamps at a time.

They disclose the rate percentages:

Be aware, you can only earn stamps via the 10-pulls, not the single pulls.

I think I've covered everything regarding the outfit/glamour.

They have unlockable wallpapers in this game. This is aesthetic and afaik it's only while you're in the game. Maybe these can be used on your phone if the game is installed on your phone? 🤔

I only have a few being new and all.

Again, I know. The resolution and it being blurry 😅

The one with Cloud and him being in the outfit- you can see Zack in the background. I wonder if there was a gacha event prior where you were able to obtain this outfit for him, or if there's going to be one after where we'll be able to obtain this outfit for him? 🤔 Time to start saving more crystals! Lol

Logically, this probably should have been the first thing I posted, but I was eager to get the outfit/glamour knowledge out there.

Ever Crisis is kind of like three stories crammed into one. Not full stories, but little tidbits of information and some of it are things we haven't seen before. (It might be full stories and it'll come back around, full circle 🤷🏻‍♀️)

I'll admit it's not what I was expecting it to be, in a good way, and I'm enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would.

At first I was playing the top part and it played out a lot like the beginning of the OG- then it slipped into Crisis Core, and I was like okay... did I accidentally hit Crisis Core in the Home Menu? Oops. But that's what the game wants you to do. And then it slips you into The First Soldier, which is where I'm at now.

The First Soldier has a good bit of story about Glenn and it's making me realize I don't really know much about him. So I appreciate this a lot. While at the same time it's kind of like, darnnit SE don't make me like another one of your characters that I already know the fate of 🫠

Do you love Chocobos?!

They have a smol Chocobo Ranch section! I have absolutely no idea how indepth this section goes (once again, I'm nub to the game), but I thought this was adorable 🫶🏻

What I do know, is that you can send out a "character" and one of your cutie birbs to an area and they'll return with some items after some duration period. (Reminds me of retainers in FFXIV to an extent)

There's a lot more I could potentially post (and was going to) but this is already getting long.

This game is free and worth giving it a try imo!

I kind of wish they made my favorite character optional to play but I understand why he's not. He's a boss in co-op 😂 (it's rough being a Rufus fangirl sometimes). You gotta admit Rufus + the Turks being optional to play somewhere would be totally awesome 💓

Edit: I just learned Rufus is in the story (level 33) and also later on as a Story Party boss. I get to see him multiple times 😊🫶🏻. If that's not incentive to keep playing, I don't know what is.

I also find one of Cloud's Limit Break lines insanely cute for some reason. At first I thought he was saying something like "Fuuran" but it doesn't translate into anything. When I did some digging I found a post pointing out that he's saying "Huryah!", much like "Hoo-rah"- as military soldiers do. Now I just think it's even cuter akdjaklsdj 😊