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[subwaytostardew]

Did I hear somebody say "Hilda and Hilbert" NPCs? By a certain... "Silicon", no less?

Indeed, I haven't made any progress since we last chatted ahaha, but I'm still totally up for adding them in!

Also the map bugs were, fortunately, promptly fixed up ('twas a bug in SMAPI, of all things) — but not before 2 people sent me mistaken bug reports (I don't even add maps... ahaha)

Silicon!! Good to see you again!

Thank you for updating us! It's always a joy to see your Hilda and Hilbert sprites again. ^^

I'm glad things were getting fixed up... Hopefully things don't take too long to get used to when I refamiliarize myself with modding in the new game version! I hope you've been doing well!

▷ Station Steward Thylak

[takadanobaba]

I have a few :>

1. Do you plan to reference Hisui in any way? The events before or after Ingo disappearing or perhaps even foreshadowing?

2. The question probably on everyone's Minds: will you be able to marry/date both of the twins? Will there be special heart events for both of them as well?

3. Will the other townies make reference to the twins in their dialogue or will we have special events with one or more characters with the twins in them? (e.i: the joja cola commercial with Shane, Clint and Emily).

4. Will he be able to go inside the train station?

5. will we see Emmet's giant horde of joltiks?!

6. Will other people be allowed to make portraits of the twins?

You don't have to answer every one of them

I'm sorry asdfghjkll I'm just really excited about the mod,

i've played over 600 hours of stardew valley and I also adore Ingo and Emmet

Thank you for the ask!! This is quite long so I'm putting them under a readmore.... I hope I answered your questions well enough!!

1. Just a bit of foreshadowing! We do intend on making a Hisui expansion later down the line, but we are currently focusing on just making their pre-Hisui storyline for now!

2. Of course the twins will be datable! I started making the mod because I couldn't wait for Pokemon Masters EX to add them in and decided to just make the submas dating simulator myself haha... Stardew's base game doesn't allow for marrying more than one character at a time and currently there are no references to dating both at the same time (we still have a Lot of dialogue to write in general...). I do know that there are mods that allow you to marry multiple characters but I personally have not tried them myself (I read that your spouses would kiss each other and and quickly departed.... please do not try to make them do that. This is a no blankshipping zone. If anyone deliberately tries to use the mod for incest purposes, you will be tied to the tracks and promptly ran over). For now, the heart progression will assume that you are only going to date/marry one of the twins. If there is enough demand (or if someone else wants to write it....) another "route" could be made later on that has them acknowledging you dating each other? It would be difficult to implement since daily dialogue is tied to individual heart levels and there's not much I can do about having them acknowledge you dating the other in the base mod.

Up until you officially date them, they will simply just be very good friends with you (and a bit obsessive... they're quite lonely in Pelican Town and you're one of the few people who don't turn them away! Can you blame them for becoming so attached?). Emmet's heart progression will consist of him not quite knowing how he feels other than that you are verrrry important to him and will be verrrry similar to Nemona's friendship in scar/vio (if you know... you know) until you decide to date him. Ingo will suffer from his repressed feelings of love and write secret admirer letters to you to cope, all while ensuring that you can he is very much grateful for your friendship... he is a gentleman and wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable with his feelings so directly!

3. The other townspeople will acknowledge their existences! We are still working on specifics, but they will interact with them. Most characters are wary of them and their pokemon, so it will take time for them to warm up, but they are liked by Jas, Vincent, and Granny Evelyn (who will mention having a Bellossom long ago...).

4. The train station will be enterable! Still working out the details for that too, but we intend to make it sort of like the Community Center... We do also want to add quests to improve the exterior of the train station too (there's so much.... dirt.... it's so ugly....)

5. Most likely?? I still have a lot of spriting to do!! There will be joltiks though!

6. You are more than welcome to make your own portraits! The portraits that I drew up are too big to fit inside the vanilla game dimensions (64x64 pixels... tiny...) so I have to use portraiture to load them in (otherwise it loads the resized versions I have implemented... which are quite blurry ^^;). If anyone wants to make vanilla sized portraits to be added into the base mod then then please let me know! If you also make your own portrait mod, I would be happy to link to it when I release the mod. Though... do be aware that the portrait sheets this mod has the dialogue coded for are quite long. Here are the full portrait sheets:

[dailymanners]

Compliment someone on one of their personality traits 

Write a handwritten card to someone to say thanks

Text a friend to share your gratitude for something they did for you

Leave a positive review online of a restaurant you like

Tell a friend what you love about their children

Compliment a photo someone posts on social media

Let someone cut in front of you in line

Introduce two people who you think would get along

Pick up trash on the ground and put it in the garbage

Compliment someone on their clothing or hair

Use old grocery bags to pick up dog poop you see on your neighbor's lawn

Shovel snow off the sidewalk in your neighborhood

Offer to mow the lawn for an elderly neighbor

Give up your seat on the plane to let a couple sit together

Talk to someone at a party that doesn’t seem to know anyone

Invite someone new in your town to a social event and introduce them to everyone

Invite a friend that you haven’t seen in a while out to lunch

Offer to pick up a friend at the airport

Reach out to an old friend to let them know of an experience you had with them that you value

Spend time with the elderly at a local retirement home

Offer to bring someone else's grocery cart back to the store

Keep an extra pen in your purse to give people when they need one

Put a positive note in a library book

Attend events that support your friends’ passions (like an art show, musical performance, etc…)

Donate unused items to charity

Bring snacks to the local fire station

Keep packs of toothpaste or packs of socks in your bag to give to homeless people

Post an uplifting photo on a friend’s social media

Compliment someone on something they’ve done or accomplished

Tell a parent that they’re doing a great job raising their kids

Bring or send your mother flowers

Bring a friend a small gift next time you see them

Buy a warm meal to give to a homeless person

Share an article, event, or other information with someone who might be interested

Help to connect a friend seeking a job to someone who has a job to offer

Help a neighbor bring in their groceries

Make dinner for your friend group

Compliment a neighbor on how nice their yard looks

Bring in the trash bins for your neighbor after trash has been picked up

Send an email to a former teacher to let them know how they impacted your life

Leave a thank you note in your mailbox for your mail carrier

Give a flower to a stranger

Buy a gift card to give to a stranger

Ofter to be there for a friend when they are struggling with something

Give bottles of water to people working outside on a hot day

Buy a sandwich for the next person in the lunch line

Leave a sticky note with a positive note somewhere public, like at a bus stop

Bring brownies to your next neighborhood association meeting

Scrape the ice off the car windshield of the car next to yours

Leave a positive comment on someone else's social media post, #ProsocialPost

Put coins in someone’s parking meter that is about to run out

Slow down to let someone merge in front of you in traffic

Be on time (don’t waste others’ time)

Hold the door open for the person walking behind you

Make a double batch of dinner so that you can give a meal to someone in need

Give directions to someone who is lost

Give an extra big tip when eating out

Practice compassion when someone else is struggling

Be self-compassionate when you’re struggling with something

Share veggies you grow in your garden with friends, neighbors, and family

Become an organ donor

Volunteer at the local animal shelter

Bring dinner to a friend who's just had a baby

Build a “little free library” box in your yard with books for everyone to read

[jesswritesthat]

Bakugō Katsuki: Engineer

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff, a little violence.

• Being a talented inventor meant your skills were sought by many (both good and bad), but then you catch the attention of Dynamight.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, mention of weapons, post time skip.

>>>>——————————>

"You can't be serious Bakugō-san."

The pro snapped to his trusty assistant, raising an expectant brow when replying like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You said they're the best. That's who I want for my agency."

"Yes but—"

"But nothing! Do you know where I can find them?"

"Everyone who has tried has been refused. Their infamous talent has been sought by heroes, big companies, and even villainous characters... All of whom failed to hire them."

"’Cause I haven't asked yet."

"Bakugō-san, I know there's no convincing you otherwise but, I'd recommend having other options available at least."

True to his assistants' warnings, you were no easy recruit, all his efforts at communication were futile. Emails? Calls? Letters? You hadn't replied to any of his professional outreach methods and he suspected this was a common occurrence for you.

Fine then, he'd turn up the heat. Your workshop address wasn't a secret to those with connections and Bakugō wasn't one to give up without a fight. Literally, if need be.

———

It was a perplexing thing in the middle of nowhere, your workshop. A metal-like building heavily lined with obscure defensive weaponry as well as having access to your own personal scrapyard it seemed. But it was yours. A rumoured mechanical talent for crafting hero gear and inventions, one that drew attention from far and wide. However you were content in your independence, it was less hassle this way you'd hoped.

Alas, the confident banging on the metal entrance doors with conviction was far from unusual.

"I told ya, I don't—" You paused once sliding open the door and taking a look at your visitor, lifting your goggles and shifting to a smile. "Haven't seen you at my door before."

"Since ya didn't answer my calls or mail, I don't have a choice." The man seethed through gritted teeth, trying to be more 'accommodating' like advised.

"Oh? Which one are you again?" Your gaze flicked to a pile of (some charred) letters in a nearby bin, smile growing more smug by the second.

"Bakugō Katsuki. You might know me as Dynamight though."

"Yeah you're fun. I like you." You smirked proudly, honesty and bemusement present. "The way you yell at people resonates with me."

The man rolled his eyes with scoffing sound, choosing not to say anything rambunctious enough to have you slam the door in his face - still, he was surprised when you welcomed him in.

"Tch. S'pose you know why I'm here then."

"You, and many others. Had Lemillion here last month, least he bought me a welcome basket with cake and such." You joked, easing the caution the blonde seemed to be upholding around you with his natural personality showing.

"Tch, ain't gonna get you none of that crap unless you start working with me. I did bring something useful though because I'm better than the other extras you've dealt with." He held out a bag, one you quizzically explored to find a peculiar item to win one over with.

"A spanner...?"

It wasn't just a spanner, it was one of the newest, top of the grade, multi tool sets crafted by one of the big brands. Thoughtful. Very thoughtful actually...

"I appreciate it, but I can't accept something this expensive. Especially when I'm going to decline your offer."

"S'fine. It's a gift, but if you feel that guilty about it then you can fix my gauntlets." Bakugō justified rather abruptly, shoving the bag into your arms to ensure you took it.

"Alright. That sounds fair."

"I'll grab 'em from my car, get your shit ready."

That afternoon, you sat beside Katsuki as he talked you through the technicalities of his weaponry whilst you worked on them together. All the while diverting onto conversation tangents and making drinks mid way, he demonstrated his quirk - tiny sparkles of explosive lighting up his hand.

"They're pretty, your explosions."

"They’re deadly— I don't— shut up nerd!" He dismissed you briskly, turning away with an irritated growl.

———

Fixing his gear would be the first and last time you'd see Bakugō in person you assumed, considering you declined his job proposition and all.

So when you received another bout of rapid banging on metal the following week, you were surprised to find a smirking Dynamight rather than another recruiter.

"Shocked to see me or something?"

"Well I— yeah. Figured you'd take my refusal and go."

"Nah you did a good job with my gauntlets, wanted to see what else you're up to." Dynamight flexed his wrist for example, openly pleased with his gauntlets but seemed more so by your genuine reaction.

"Oh really?" You sounded truly perplexed, but also excited to share your work with someone. "Sure, I'll show you my latest ideas!"

Bakugō stayed a while, a couple of hours discussing applications for your inventions and inquiring as to whether there were any materials you were unable to obtain recently. Then it moved on to his occupation, his agency, and then to trivial matters such as popular restaurants around town.

“So, wanna join my agency yet?” The blonde threw over his shoulder on his way out of the door.

“No Dynamight, but thank you for asking and visiting.”

“Fine nerd. I’ll be back then.”

Now you didn’t believe that for a second when he slammed the door behind him, and you felt like he’d only asked for the sake of it - fully expecting you to say no. However, if he did decide to visit again, you wouldn’t be mad about it you concluded.

———

Unfortunately, your next set of individuals weren’t so welcomed. You’d seen them multiple times previously, each visit coming with its increase of pressure to work exclusively for them. A dealer who specialised in exporting weaponry to villains on the black market, they had both the money and power to pose either a threat or a reward. Except, your constant refusals had only fuelled their growing impatience which led them crashing down your door tonight with violence in their wake.

"C'mon (L/n), I came here personally just to hire you. We'll certainly pay you well enough~" The dealer slammed you into the wall, digits digging so deeply into your neck you barely managed a disgruntled wretch.

"I'll neve— ever work— for you assholes!"

"Too bad, the consequence for that is death y’know." You were slung across the floor, a gasp for breath futile when he aimed his pistol at your heart. "Want to reconsider yet?"

"Fuck you."

The gun safety clicked off, one of the henchman's quirks keeping you painfully immobile. If these were your final moments you were furious you hadn't completed your latest invention, maybe a little irritated you hadn't hit the code red before you were taken over by a damn quirk. You avoided pledging alliances to avoid this bullshit! You didn't work for any competitors, you weren't in the line of fire for sharing information, but now you can't even refuse work without getting caught in a crime web?! Society and talent is a sh—

Then an ear splitting bang echoed in the facility, dust clouds and debris forcing through the room like a tidal wave, leaving two intruders knocked out and the remainder covering their faces and yelling confused curses. That's when you saw sparks of light, a familiar explosion you had the privilege of seeing in person only once before.

He came back.

"That's why they call me Great Explosion Murder God!" He grinned menacingly, teeth bared like a predator with a dangerous glint in those crimson eyes. Sparks and smoke danced around him, the hero lowering both his stance and voice when he spoke what sounded like a protective threat.

"Now get away from my agency's' new engineer."

Oddly you felt butterflies in your stomach, but you'd narrowed that down to the whole situation being an absolute bombshell. You watched as Dynamight immobilised them effortlessly, the quirk being lifted allowing you to utilise your inventions - mechanised laser snipers pointed at the foreheads of your unwanted company, all programmed to fire with a snap of your fingers.

"Couldn't have done that sooner nerd?" The hero shot back to you tauntingly, but you didn’t miss how his gaze flared up at the sight of bruising on your neck when he’d scanned you for injury.

"Then you'd be out of a job, hero."

It took no longer than ten minutes for the authorities to arrive, during that time Dynamight had retrieved any information he’d wanted. As well as issuing basic first aid to you contrastingly softly in comparison to the deathly interrogation the dealer experienced.

You’d be taken to hospital for a check of course, (Bakugō personally walking you to your escort since he couldn’t drive you himself right now) but before you bid farewell you had a burning question.

"When can I start?"

"Hah?" Came his classic recall, snapping to you with a look of angry curiosity.

"You called me your engineer, I was wondering when that begins." Your voice was quieter now, but upon realising Katsuki seemed a little embarrassed with hand rubbing his neck and honest answer spilled.

"It's your choice, but I figured saying that would get others off your back when word gets around. You'd be left in peace for a while to continue your work."

"And if I want to work with you, when would you want me at the agency?

"All the time." Just as quickly as he spoke, he realised his lack of hesitance, awkwardly huffing and rephrasing all in one. "I'll send over a contract, you can move stuff into the lab if you like the terms."

"Then I look forward to working with you, boss." Gladly, you held out your hand to him, pleased smirk plastered on your features.

"Call me Katsuki." He shook your hand, victorious grin in play. "And the pleasure’s all mine."

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[ Masterlist ]

[kechiwrites]

property lines

dark!steve rogers x neighbour!reader

kinktober countdown: day two (facefucking).

synopsis: your neighbour is inappropriate, and you aren’t quite sure how to broach the subject.

wc: 2.2k

cw: dark content, non con, oral (male receiving), femme language + afab!reader, pet names, internal victim blaming, pet names (sweetheart), a touch of misogyny

author’s note: day 2 brings us more dark!steve, i fear i may be incapable of writing him sincerely. he’s just a little too perfect. I like to take off a bit of the shine. thank you @katsukikitten u r my muse.

Your neighbour is inappropriate, and you aren’t quite sure how to broach the subject. Mostly because you can’t be sure if he’s doing it on purpose or if he’s just overly friendly. Maybe it’s the signals you give off, bringing a plate of thick, sweet, cheesecake brownies over to the recently sold house next door, hoping to make a new connection. Suburbia can be isolating, and with all of your friends shaking ass in the city, you need to branch out. It really isn’t the kind of home you figured a single man like Steven Grant Rogers would buy, but then again, you lived in your suburban palace alone, willed to you by your late grandmother and only in need of a few renovations.

He’d been so bright, when you first met him, with a perfect white smile and twinkling blue eyes. He’d been happy to accept the desserts, even happier to return the plate a day later, extolling the praise he and his poker buddies lauded on you over the taste. You’d shrugged it off, “The least I could do for a neighbour. I’m just glad you all liked them.” 

Secretly though, the compliments had thrilled you, especially once you’d gotten a glimpse at the aforementioned “poker buddies”, the whole lot of them, handsome, built, big. All too happy to fix leaky pipes and paint fences in exchange for chocolate cream pie or a dish of homemade lasagna. But Steven  - “Steve, please”  -  was your most loyal customer, always lending a hand, pausing during his early morning jog to check up on you while you watered your flower beds, asking how your book is going, what you do in that “big old house all by yourself” when you aren’t working on “the next great American novel”, of course (his words, not yours).

It’s fine at first, a little disarming to be at the centre of his white hot attention, burning your flesh like he had you under a magnifying glass on a perfect sunny day. But eventually it’s not fine, eventually Steve Rogers takes more and more steps over the property line of overly friendly and into the front yard of wildly overbearing. Eventually, Mr. Rogers insists on weekly visits, popping into your house by using the spare key under the mat he shouldn’t even know about. Slinging his muscled arm over you during the neighbourhood block party, and your neighbour’s son’s 5th birthday party, and the Fourth of July barbeque. He fixes your car without you asking, brings in your groceries when he sees you unloading them in your driveway, brings your mail to you during his daily jog. It’s helpful sometimes, yes, but it’s also suffocating. And you were going to set him straight. You were! But it’s hard, hard to stare into the face of a suburban god, the literal king of the neighbourhood and tell him no. It’s hard to tell him that he’s making you uncomfortable, that you’d like for him to stop being so goddamn friendly all the time. 

So maybe a little of it is your fault. Maybe you should’ve been clearer on your boundaries. Maybe, when handsome, strapping Mr. Rogers came to your front door to ask you to essentially cater one of his poker nights, you shouldn’t have stayed to serve the food, playing happy little housewife in front of Steve’s friends, bringing them cold beers from the fridge and sitting next to Steve, playfully making faces at his hand, then plating up dessert when he asked you to. But it felt good to have his attention. His favour. So when “the boys” start to head home, laying praise and amazement at your feet, you’re sufficiently buttered up for Steve to ask yet another favour of you. It’s not much, of course. Just a little help with cleanup. Then he’ll escort you home himself. After all, there are some real sickos out there.

So you agree. What’s the harm, right?

The harm, it just so happens, comes quickly after you finish drying the dishes Steve washes. You slide the last plate, towel dried as best you could, into his cabinets, sighing in contentment at a job well done. The harm is when Steve turns you around and presses you against the sink, water soaking into the back of your blouse, making the fabric cling to your skin. You stay there for a minute, not processing what’s happening, ready to laugh off another inappropriate joke from Steve. 

You don’t really get the chance.

Two heavy hands clap down on your shoulders, exerting pressure on you until you crumple to the floor, knees hitting the tile of Steve's kitchen painfully. You yelp, struggling against him, pressing, then beating your fist against his tree trunk legs. 

"Stev-" you choke on his name when your neighbour unzips his trousers before you, undoes the fly of the pair you helped him pick out, with him bent over your shoulder while you held his phone, his front pressed close to your back. Pulls his half hard dick out of pants starched and pressed with the iron he'd borrowed from you because his was "on the fritz" again. 

"Open up." He cajoles, and you pin him with an incredulous, confused stare. No. No. This is all wrong. He doesn’t act like that. Steve Rogers isn’t like that.

The hand he doesn't use to stroke himself grabs your jaw, squeezing until you open your mouth, squeezing til it hurts. A sharp, purposeful punch of his hips is all it takes for him to make use of the opening. All it takes to put every little joke, boundary crossing, and stray touch into startling, horrifying perspective.

“It was the baking.” He whispers above you. “Peggy never baked, which was fine.” He sighs above you like he isn’t pistoning his cock deep into your throat with reckless abandon. “But I missed it, y’know? And you, you bake how angels ought to, sweetheart.” 

Tears stream down your face while Steve uses you, dragging your dazed, crying face back and forth on his hard-on. On a particularly strong thrust, he broaches your throat. Your eyes roll up, until he can barely see the perimeter of your irises, and you warble out a miserable moan, begging, all while wrapped around his dick, for a reprieve. Your head is pinned to the counter behind you, and even though you shove against the muscle of his thighs, Steve brooks no quarter.

“Just take it,” he coos, like he wants you to swallow cough syrup, “it’ll be over soon.” his breath stutters when your lips brush against his balls. Steve moves one of his hands to cup the back of your head, keeping you as close as possible when he comes down your throat, groaning in pleasure while you struggle to swallow stream after bitter stream of his seed, lest you choke on it or fucking drown. 

He finally releases you, and you pull back so fast you bang the back of your head on his pristine white counters. The pain radiates through your scalp, grounding you in the moment, cementing you to the spotless linoleum floor of Steve Rogers’ kitchen. You’re both panting, eager to fill your lungs with gulps of air. 

“Whew.” He sighs, hands on his hips, like that took a lot out of him. “I didn’t mean to get so rough with you, just didn’t expect the struggle.” He chuckles, patting you on the head. “But you settled down quick, didn’t ya?” His tone takes on…contentment? Happiness? 

No. That’s not quite right. 

It’s pride. Steve is looking down at you, your spit and cum slick mouth, the weepy, watery state of your eyes, and the disarray of the hair he’d used as a handle, with pride.

Your stomach roils.

He bends low and you flinch away from him, smacking your head on the countertop again. He cocks his head at the involuntary movement, and smiles at you. A familiar, warm thing. One that made your heart flutter with pleasure, beat fast with your own surge of pride when he accepted a pie, or offered a compliment. Now it does the same, your heart speeds up, your palms itch curiously, and your brain doesn’t know if you’re happy or sad. Doesn’t know if it craves those smiles anymore. 

“Just wanna set you on your feet. C’mon.” He speaks quietly, like he’s soothing a frightened animal, and hooks his hand under your armpits, heaving you up with the same startling strength he'd used to face fuck the fight out of you.

“It’s okay.” You bleat, voice as wobbly and unstable as the pair of legs struggling to keep you upright. And it’s not, it’s far from okay, the taste of him lingers in the back of your throat and if you think about it for even a second more you’ll throw up all over his shiny floors, on those godforsaken pants.

“I admit,” he laughs, ducks his head with that small town charm he does so well, “I wanted to last longer. But you were too good.” He winks at you, like you share a secret. Like you’re in league with each other.

He staring, waiting for you to say something, arches a brow like it’s your line and you’re fucking up the show.

But there it is again, that smile, sunny and open, and so pristine.

“Let’s get you home.” He herds you towards his front door, hand glued to the small of your back, his pinky finger stroking the skin exposed by the riding up of your still wet shirt. The two of you walk into the balmy summer air, and the spaces in between the black night, punctuated with the occasional white streetlight, designate your path home. Some of your neighbours’ houses are still illuminated, their warm yellow windows denoting the presence of life. You wonder what goes on behind their doors, you wonder if someone is having a good night somewhere close to you.

You come across your door faster than you were prepared for, the cheery yellow paint job Steve and James had done for caramel apple pie, mocks you. The way he’d smiled in your face, touched you, laughed. Steve shifts next to you, holding onto your extensive tower of pyrex and tupperware, for an instant your blood runs cold at the prospect of Steve inviting himself in, like he’s done so many times before. Not to bring in groceries or put together a dresser, but to pin you prone to the carpet of your bedroom and smile at you.

“So!” He turns, “Same time next week?” You gawk at him, and when you don’t say or do anything, he stoops and slides your extra keys out from under your Garfield emblazoned doormat. The jingle of two, simple metal keys against the little bell shaped key-chain makes your head pound, your blood boil. He unlocks the door, and gestures for you to take a step indoors. You raise both hands, palms upturned so he can give the keys back, so you can hide them, or melt them, or flush them down the toilet. Instead, you get to watch him slip the key-ring into his pocket, before he places your dishes into your uplifted open palms. “I gotta say, the lemon bars were a hit.” He tweaks your nose between his thumb and forefinger, his compliment tempered by the greedy shine in his eyes. You nearly scratch your own eyes out when you get that pleased, soft tingle in your chest.

He smiles and you salivate. He compliments you and your heart responds. He’s proud and your brain tells you ‘I’m happy’.

Why hasn’t it gone away? Will it ever go away?

“Maybe those brownies again, the cream cheese ones?” His voice is hopeful, soft and pliant, like he’s worried you’ll say ‘no’.

Like there’s a world where he’d take no for an answer.

You nod, a jerky, quick gesture that rattles your brain around in your skull. “Sure. Yeah.” You answer, sweaty hands slipping against tempered glass and plastic lids. “Yes. Brownies.” Steve beams, clapping his hands together, once, loud, drawing your eyes to the brutish width of them.

“Fantastic. I can’t wait.” He jogs down your front steps, and the fist secured around your lungs loosens with every step he takes away from you. He pauses at the side walk, one foot still on your property, the other poised to leave it.

“We make a great team. Don’t we?” He turns to you, and this time, he isn’t smiling. This time, his eyes cut through the night and the streetlight and the foggy haze of misfortune clouding your brain.

And the fear finally comes.

You kick your door closed, and you lock your door, and you drop your pyrex and tupperwear and serving spoons in the sink and you lock your windows and you get into bed, still dressed for a poker night you had no business being at, and you pull the covers up and up and over your face.

But the fear doesn’t go away.

And neither will your neighbour.

god i want him so bad. tomorrow, captain soap.

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[thomasbeyond]

Thomas: Beyond! Lost Test Archive (2022)

So, I might as well share this. Back in 2022, I wrote a script for a hypothetical first issue of Thomas Beyond, and illustrated a couple of pages to get a feel for the art style I wanted. Sketches were done in Toon Boon Harmony and Inked/colored in Photoshop. Unfortunately, I wasn’t very satisfied with what I had made, and decided to rework the script and delete the pages I had already done. Looking back I really regret doing that, but I have a couple of archived screenshots (albeit VERY cropped) that I sent to some friends for their advice.

The Issue was titled “Mystery of the Mail”.

One night, Percy is tasked with his usual run with the mail train, retrieving Sodor’s outward-going mail for an express post train bound for the mainland. However, after dropping his mail vans off in their designated siding at the big station, he is shocked to find out they had vanished in the middle of the night, and the train had to depart the Island of Sodor without collecting them. While most initially assume it was yet another instance of Percy’s clumsiness, tensions grow even higher after Sir Topham Hatt reveals one of the mail vans contained a special delivery of stock meant for a bank. With the police beginning to thoroughly investigate the North Western Railway, and all of staff questioned, it becomes evident to all that the NWR fell victim to a train robbery. Percy is shunned by most of the other engines for being so careless, with some even suspecting he and his crew were somehow involved in the heist despite pleading their innocence. Percy is utterly distraught, and becomes a disgrace. Not one for wanting to see his best friend’s reputation sink further down, Thomas (with the help of his driver, Bob) vows to solve the mystery of the mail and clear Percy’s name.

Thomas and Bob’s mishaps and hijinks in detective work end up distracting them from their usual jobs on Thomas’ branch line. Sir Topham Hatt reprimands Thomas for his immaturity, and Bob for knowing better than to give into Thomas’ shenanigans. The next day, the two are tasked with assisting the Sodor Ironworks in dumping their molten slag (this is where the conversation in the first image occurs). During their stay there, Thomas and Bob discover that the Ironworks orchestrated the heist, having sent Iron Bert out to retrieve the cars. Bert’s crew stuck off the main line as much as possible to avoid drawing any attention from the signal boxes. Upon retrieving the vans, Bert flew the express headlamps to disguise himself as the post train in the dark. Edward comes forward and swears he heard 2 trains pass by his yard at night, adding an extra layer of truth to the story. The police grow suspicious and obtain a warrant to search the Ironworks’ premises. Sure enough, tucked away in a shed, the vans are recovered, with several crowbars pathetically still pried upon the completely-locked doors.

Percy’s name is finally cleared-up, and he is welcomed back by everyone. As for the Ironworks? Well, the manager was VERY conveniently not present the day the mail vans were found… or the day after… and the next one after that. Many suspect that he ether successfully fled the country, or those whom he had “connections” with caught-on that his mission had failed, and were the ones to “hold him accountable” rather than the law. Just one more layer to this mystery that may NEVER be solved.

I have issues with this plot. Everyone is so quick to dogpile on Percy, including Sir Topham Hatt. Also, while I do remember that Bob does butt-heads with Thomas a lot of the time in small dialogue bits, I feel like he DOES give into Thomas’ whole detective bit wayyy too easily. I characterize him as being a lot more level-headed and dry in order to bounce off of Thomas’ impulsivity and eccentricity. Also, bleh. Of COURSE the Ironworks are the bad guys! Who could’ve guessed that it WASN'T them after the moment they became apart of this? Also, I pulled the whole “The Ironworks may or may not have ties to the criminal underworld” way too early. I like that idea, it’s funny and provides a genuinely good force for our heroes to combat against, but idk. It came and went wayyy too quickly. I’m much prouder of the narrative I have going on now for Sudric Storm, I feel it’s a better introduction to the Thomas series in the form of a comic, and provides a much more enriching story for these characters to play around in.

Welp, that was a blast from the past. Hope you enjoyed! (Also, 14 hours? Thomas… that’s… literally nothing. That’s a pretty average amount of time for being awake on a given day, what??? Amateur.)

[sweethoneyrose83]

90s-inspired dialogue prompts

"Dude, did you hear? The new Nirvana album just dropped. We have to hit the record store before it sells out!"

"I swear, if I don’t beat this level in Mario, I’m throwing the controller across the room!"

"You've got mail! Wait, hold on, my dial-up is still connecting."

"Why would you spend $50 on a pager? Just call me on my landline, duh!"

"Have you seen the new episode of Friends? I need to talk about Ross and Rachel!"

"I'm telling you, AOL chat rooms are where it's at. You can meet people from anywhere!"

"Whatever. As if! Like I’m gonna wear that to the mall."

"Let’s meet up at Blockbuster later. I’m thinking about renting Clueless again."

"I just recorded that new song off the radio onto my mixtape. It's going to be on repeat all day."

"Mom said we could use the car, but we have to rewind the VHS before we return it!"

"No way. I heard they're working on something called a DVD. I don't get it. Why change VHS?"

"The Tamagotchi is dying again. I don't know how many times I can save this thing."

"I just got my first Walkman. CDs sound so much better than cassettes!"

"We should totally prank call that radio station and request Backstreet Boys for the hundredth time."

"Okay, I got a quarter—I'm gonna use the payphone and see if anyone wants to hang out."

"I'm recording TRL later. I can't miss that new Britney Spears music video."

"What do you mean you don’t have a MySpace account? It’s, like, the thing right now."

"If my parents pick up the phone while I’m online, it’s going to cut me off. Don’t call the house!"

"I just burned you a CD with all the best songs from the radio. You’re going to love it!"

"If this Y2K thing actually messes up our computers, I’m never trusting technology again."

"Dude, you won’t believe what I just found at Blockbuster!"

"No way! Did they finally get 'The Matrix' in stock?"

"Why do you always hog the phone line? I’ve been waiting for my AOL dial-up for like, forever!"

"Chill out, I’m trying to finish this important call on my pager."

"Man, you’re dressed like you just walked out of a Nirvana concert."

"It’s called grunge, bro. You wouldn’t understand."

"I’m telling you, Tamagotchis are like, the future."

"Yeah, if the future is taking care of a digital pet all day."

"I just taped the season finale of ‘Friends,’ wanna come over and watch it?"

"As long as there’s pizza, I’m in. Could I be any more excited?"

"My Tamagotchi just died because I was too busy playing with my new Game Boy Color!"

"You need to get your priorities straight."

"Can you believe they canceled 'Saved by the Bell'? Zack and Kelly forever, man."

"Yeah, but the new season of 'Fresh Prince' is all that."

"I just bought a stack of CDs, now my Discman’s set for the road trip."

"As long as you don’t hit a bump and make it skip!"

"I got an email from this girl I met in a chatroom last night."

"Email? You should’ve just asked for her AIM screen name."

"I heard they're coming out with something called a DVD next year."

"Pfft, like that’ll replace my VHS collection."

At the Mall:

Character 1: "Dude, if we don’t get to the food court soon, I’m gonna pass out. I need a slice of Sbarro pizza, stat!"

Character 2: "Chill, we'll get there. But first, I’m grabbing this Nirvana shirt—Kurt would want me to have it."

Dial-Up Drama:

Character 1: "I was this close to beating my high score on Pac-Man, and then someone picked up the phone and killed the connection!"

Character 2: "Ugh, the struggle is real. Why do we even have one line for the internet and the phone?"

Movie Night:

Character 1: "Blockbuster was out of Jurassic Park again! I had to settle for Space Jam."

Character 2: "As if that’s a problem! Michael Jordan and Looney Tunes? That’s a classic, man!"

Mixtape Meltdown:

Character 1: "I made you this mixtape—front to back, all the jams you love."

Character 2: "Wait, you recorded over my TLC album? You’re gonna be scrubs to me forever!"

School Day Crush:

Character 1: "He passed me a note in history class! I swear, it's love."

Character 2: "Let me see that… it just says 'Wanna hang at the arcade later?' So romantic…"

First Cell Phone:

Character 1: "Dude, check it out, I finally got a cell phone!"

Character 2: "That’s not a cell phone, it’s a brick! You gonna carry that in your backpack?"

The Internet:

Character 1: "I just spent an hour downloading one song on Napster. Totally worth it."

Character 2: "Better hope the FBI doesn’t show up at your door. They take that stuff seriously."

Fashion Emergency:

Character 1: "What’s up with the butterfly clips and platform shoes? Are you going for the full Spice Girls look?"

Character 2: "You say that like it’s a bad thing. Girl Power is forever."

After School TV:

Character 1: "Hurry up! Fresh Prince is on in like five minutes!"

Character 2: "Not until I’m done watching Sailor Moon, this episode’s a big deal!"

Computer Lab Chaos:

Character 1: "Why does this computer keep freezing? I’ve got to finish my PowerPoint for tomorrow."

Character 2: "You’re probably running too many programs. Close Oregon Trail before you get another 'Your ox has died' message."

[caelwynn]

Caelwynn's Mod List for Stardew 1.6.9+ - Expansions/NPCS

Last Updated: 11/26/24

Stardew Valley Expanded — expands upon the original world of Stardew by adding dialogue and gift taste changes to original NPCs, adding six new marriage candidates, nine additional NPCs, and an entire new area to explore.

Ridgeside Village — another expansion, this time bringing an entirely new village with several maps to life, connected to the valley by a cable car north of the bus stop. Ridgeside has fourteen new marriage candidates available from the get-go, plus an additional thirty-two NPCs.

East Scarp — adds a hamlet to the east of Pelican Town. It is a far more modular expansion; while more than a dozen NPCs come with East Scarp, at thirty more are available through various add-on mods. The East Scarp page on Nexus lists characters available on Nexus, while more can be found in an alpha or beta stage on the East Scarp Discord.

Always Raining in the Valley — adds Sterling, Mia, and Henry to East Scarp

Sword & Sorcery — Adds NPCs Mateo (originally from Never Ending Adventures), Hector (originally from Circle of Thorns), Cirrus, Roslin, and Dandelion. Mateo, Hector, and Cirrus are romanceable. Also adds a ton of additional content, including various skills/classes, a new 30-floor dungeon, challenging monsters with a boss fight, plus tons of additional content..

Mr. Ginger — expands upon the story of Jas's cat, Mr. Ginger, who's introduced in The Ranch Expansion (Marnie & Jas).

Juliet & Jessie — adds a pair of new clerks to Joja-mart. Both Juliet and Jessie have connections with East Scarp.

Alecto — gives the wizard's ex-wife a story of her own.

The Last Smoluanu - A Dwarf Expansion — adds additional heart events and dialogue for the dwarf, including allowing you to invite him onto the farm as a roommate.

Jasper — adds Jasper as a marriageable NPC.

Creative Differences (Rodney O'Brien) — adds Rodney O'Brien as an NPC living in East Scarp.

Jorts and Jean the Helper Cats — adds two cat NPCs and their attempts to unionize the workers at Joja-mart.

Lavril — adds Lavril, originally of King's Raid, as an NPC in East Scarp.

Lurking in the Dark (Sen) — adds Sen, a Shadow Folk NPC, to East Scarp.

Nora the Herpetologist — adds Nora as an NPC living in East Scarp.

Distant Lands - Witch Swamp Overhaul — expands upon the goblin guarding the witch's hut, as well as that entire area.

Immersive Family — adds 35 new events plus additional dialogue about the farmer's children. It includes content for SVE, RSV, ES, and other mods.

Unique Children Talk — adds dialogue for the farmer's children.

Immersive Unique Children Talk — adds dialogue to Unique Children Talk for the farmer's children with references to the farmer's spouse, vanilla NPCs, and modded NPCs.

Stardew Kids Expansion — adds five new child NPCs, each of which are relations to vanilla NPCs.

Jade — adds another marriage candidate, this time an entomologist.

Ridgeside Dialogue Expansion — adds additional lines of dialogue and mail to Ridgeside Village.

A Pelican Town — adds Kenzie and Thompson to Pelican Town. Thompson is marriageable, while Kenzie is not.

Lucikiel - SVE Compatibility — adds a demon, Lucikiel (originally from King's Raid) to the game and makes him compatible with SVE. He can be married.

Visit Mount Vapius — adds a new map/village with new NPCS, seeds, forageables, recipes, and more!

Pride in the Valley — adds a Pride Festival plus additional dialogue, events, mail, and quests.

Coal Point Farm — adds a farm north of the farmer's with three new NPCs, some new fish, and new locations.

Adventurer's Guild Expanded for 1.6 — adds two new romanceable NPCs plus a couple of others, several new quest lines, and expands on the backstory of Marlon.

Ayeisha the Postal Worker — adds an NPC who delivers mail around the valley.

Elian — adds a different demon to the Crimson Badlands (and thus requires SVE). Also can be romanced.

Passerby Cemetery — adds a whole new area to the mountains, plus five NPCs, new animals, new crops, new recipes, and more. Now has content from A New Dream added in.

Tristan — adds a new NPC to East Scarp, but requires Mr. Ginger, Ranch Expansion Pack, in addition to East Scarp.

Defense Division — Adds NPCs Edward, Miranda, and Isis, members of the Adventurer's Guild Defense Division.

A Pelican Town — Adds two new NPCs, Thompson (romanceable) and Kenzie.

The Masterpost for all of the mods is located here.

[quinloki]

Canon Characters vs OC vs x Reader

Disclaimer: This is just my two cents, and my perspective on things, and I'm not trying to lay down the law for everyone. I needed to just put this to words though, in order to sleep.

I was thinking about this because of a post I saw, and some, we'll say, kind of useless comments associated with the post. Mean-spirited stuff.

Normally, in one ear and out the other, but the vibes just kicked me off down a rabbit hole of sorts an I wanted to try to put some of my thoughts to words.

First, some style vibes:

Canon x Canon Canon/Canon stories are, to me, like reading an episode of that show. I'm sitting down in front of a TV or whatever, and I'm experiencing the story As A Viewer. I like this style because I don't really have to expend much energy and I just kind of roll with whatever's happening. Generally some sort of 3rd person perspective.

OC x canon OC/Canon stories are like being on a carnival ride. I'm sitting in a car on a roller-coaster, and maybe the OC is sitting next me. I'm experiencing the story more deeply than strictly canon stories, but my connection with the OC is no deeper than say, my connection with Katniss Everdeen when I read The Hunger Games. Sometimes 3rd person, sometimes first person.

Reader x canon Reader/Canon (or Reader x/ OC) is like putting on a VR helmet. I don't get much physical input about the "Reader OC" because I'm experiencing the story through their eyes. I don't expect the reader to be me, but there's a bigger feeling of immersion to be had. Some description might happen cause it's relevant to the story, and it's still a type of ride, I can't jump the rails on the roller coaster, after all. (Even with a VN you still follow the tracks). Sometimes first person, sometimes second person (I'm partial to 2nd person perspective, but that's just me).

I love Fan Fiction, I love it. All of it, and man even more than anything, what I love is that I'm going to dislike 80% of it. Because that 80% was written for someone who is not me. (Hell, that number's probably closer to 99% if we're looking at ALL fandoms, but I digress).

Second - The VENT:

What got me the most in the post that prompted this, was someone saying "Bring back the Mary Sue OCs!" and then they went on to describe something more detailed, and I just -

Look, respectfully, fuck you.

The point is, you're not going to be happy no matter what. Whether it's "mary sue" OCs, or x readers, or alternative universes, or a ship you don't like, you're going to find something to be unhappy about.

Cause people have been bitching about all styles of fan fiction since the first "You've Got Mail" chimed in 1991. And until 1998 and ff.net you really had to hunt for it, and until 2007 and Ao3 the idea of tagging a fic for any reason wasn't really a thing. Every click was a surprise! \o/

I just have seen the same song and dance a dozen times. It's exhausting. People become okay with OCs and decide x readers are the enemy, and before that OCs were *all* Mary Sues and cringe and people who made OCs were the enemy, and before OCs people who wrote even a little OOC were the enemy, and people who wrote AUs were the enemy, and you can write fan fic but it HAS to be Canon Compliant, and everyone MUST be in-character at all times - "They would not fucking say that" was the enemy.

Look, just please - please - in any capacity, stop it with the "All X style of story telling is crap" mindset. There's over a dozen different ways to do x readers alone. I know 20 x reader writers and I don't think any of us have the same style, preferences, or vibes.

I've had a lot of comments along the lines of "I thought I hated x readers, but I really loved this." on a few different fics I've written. Sometimes it's not the style of the fic, sometimes it's the style of the writer, and my Brother In Christ - you're going to have to read some awful shit to shuffle through the thousands of writers out there to find the vibes that resonate with you.

Ostracizing entire swathes of fan fic because you need something to be "The Enemy" so you can lift up something else, and then bitching you can't find anything new to read seems like a personal problem.

And I know y'all are scrolling by TONS of posts that don't interest you, every day, as a matter of course. So don't give me that "clogging up the tag" BS, because we deserve to be here same as anyone else in the fandom.

[doveshovel]

can we get more Hunter lore? 👉👈 niche little blorbo

!! Can't believe my little guy has gained niche blorbo status. I am honored, thank you anon <3

Feels it's important to mention that I'm not a very good writer, and Hunter's entire deal is essentially just me trying to make a character whose backstory is wildly out of place in the girl power sparkly horsie game but still sort of works with the cannon actions of the player character. This is just a hastily thrown together summary of how he winds up in Jorvik. That said, of course you can get more Hunter lore! :^D Sorry this took so long but I had to do some art to go with it :'))

Everything's tucked below since there ended up being a lot more than expected :') I think it's all fairly mild but

Content Warnings: Image 1: Some mild blood

Image 2: (dressed) head injury

Hunter's pre-jorvik summary contains: patricide, improper body disposal, vehicle theft (x5), unlawful operation of motor vehicles, crossing state lines with stolen property, trespassing, breaking and entering, evading arrest, speeding, and other minor crimes. Also some mention of drowning, concussion, and brain damage.

When an attempt to slip away from his childhood home in the dead of night goes awry, Hunter accidentally hits and subsequently kills his father with a stolen car, then does some sloppy short-notice body disposal. It's nowhere near enough to make sure he's not a suspect, but it does ensure that the body isn't found for another week (until the neighbors come by to ask why his father wasn't at church, only to find that the front door's been left wide open and a small family of raccoons have made their home in the kitchen). He makes his way from his old house in rural North Carolina (U.S.) northwards through eight states under cover of night, switching cars three times along the way (once in Virginia, once in Pennsylvania, and again in New Jersey) until he arrives at the coast of Massachusetts.

^Hunter, age 19, 5 hours after hiding the body of his father

It's here that (not knowing shit about sailing, boats, or oceanic navigation) he chooses an old pontoon in a private dock to hotwire and sail across the Atlantic with the hope of evading prosecution. Three days into the so-far shockingly successful voyage, rough seas capsize his little vessel, leaving Hunter stranded half-conscious and about two-thirds drowned on some debris until the North Atlantic Current carries him into Jorvegian fishing territory. Five days after accidentally murdering his father, he's spotted drifting on some debris by the crew of a Jorvik fishing vessel and brought back to Cape West where he gets some bearings and starts life anew. :^)

The little pontoon isn't so lucky, and its remains wash up along the coast of Maine nearly three weeks later. By then, it's been connected to Hunter's murder + string of vehicle thefts, and he's presumed to have died at sea in an unsuccessful getaway. In some ways, he did.

Most memories of life before the storm have been wiped clear from his brain, and what little that returns in brief flashes is usually just as quickly forgotten again. Some foggy details of events in early childhood remain, but his entire personality is altered by damage and Hunter becomes someone else entirely, often feeling that he's living in a borrowed body.

^old doodle of Hunter, age 19, a week after landing in Cape West

Hunter spends about two weeks recovering from a concussion and anoxic brain damage at the fishing club's Cape West bunkhouse before he's well enough to start learning the ropes and work doing some slightly less intensive odd-jobs around the village (fixing nets, processing fish, delivering mail, a little stablehand work at Goldenleaf, etc.). He attends a riding camp in Moorland towards the end of his first year in Jorvik at the suggestion of Mr.Trout, who believes it'll be a good way to get some better ideas of what the horse-loving isle of Jorvik has to offer and find some sense of self beyond Goldenhills Valley.

From here, its essentially the main storyline with some minor changes and seasonings thrown in :^)

[subwaytostardew]

Hey, it's been a bit since we've heard from you guys! Hopefully things are going much better for you both? I hope so, but Pokemon Masters EX is releasing sygna suits for the twins! Have you guys seen? What do you guys think? If not, I just wanted to let you both know.

Hello!! Sorry for the lack of updates...

We actually decided to take a break from the coding and implementation side of things until Stardew stabilizes. 1.6 has been a bit of a pain and I kept getting discouraged having to go back and fix things because of all the update patches... It was frustrating trying to make progress only to learn that I would have to go back and redo things.

The content in 1.6 is set to release November 4th, but from the beta of 1.6.9, I've heard that there's quite a few mod-breaking changes that I'll need to look into... later. I'm sure there will be more patches once mobile/console players can explore the new content (and report more bugs...). So... mod progress is on an indefinite pause while we wait for the game to be stable (and also get the motivation to work on it back... the thought of having to refamiliarize myself with the modding changes and fixing the broken content kills that a lot.)

In the meantime- we're still very much excited for new submas content!! I love their fancy new outfits... We're especially excited for new stories and dialogue to reference when writing them in more mod content!!

▷ Station Steward Thylak

[takadanobaba]

Stardew SubMas Holiday P.2

Sand might be hard but Nimbasa has seen its fair share of snow. Making a snow train is definitely something the twins make every year, if they had their Deport Agents then you could also expect a few snow cabs behind it!

[mightyflamethrower]

Trump Would-Be Assassin Thomas Matthew Crooks Had Two Cell Phones and 3 Encrypted Accounts Overseas

Trump’s would-be assassin Thomas Matthew Crooks had two cell phones and used three encrypted accounts overseas to communicate.

The FBI found Crooks’ second cell phone at his home with only 27 contacts, The Daily Mail reported.

Congressman Mike Waltz told Fox News host Jesse Watters that according to an FBI briefing, Crooks had multiple encrypted accounts and said more will come out Monday.

Rep. Waltz said the Trump shooter had the overseas accounts at the same time we heard about the Iranian assassination plot against Trump.

Jesse Watters asked if the two are connected (they aren’t).

The Intel agencies leaked an Iranian assassination plot story to CNN to throw chaos in the camp and distract from Saturday’s Secret Service failures.

WATCH:

Police found a cell phone and a bomb detonator next to Thomas Matthew Crooks after a Secret Service sniper fatally shot him on a rooftop outside of Trump’s Butler, Pennsylvania rally.

“Channel 11′s Nicole Ford also obtained exclusive photos showing the cell phone and transmitter device found next to Crooks moments after a Secret Service sniper shot and killed him.” WPXI reported

It was previously reported by The Wall Street Journal and CNN that Crooks had explosives in his Hyundai Sonata which was parked next to the rally.

Crooks did not work alone.

Details about the explosives are not known.

However, according to CNN, investigators found no online search history of Crooks researching how to assemble homemade explosives.

“It’s unclear how Crooks assembled the explosive devices found in his car. Investigators parsing through his online search history haven’t found any indication of him researching how to make home-made explosives, law enforcement officials said.” – CNN reported.

The so-called ‘security lapses’ and circumstances surrounding the assassination attempt against Trump raise questions about how Thomas Matthew Crooks was able to pull everything off by himself.

Crooks reportedly purchased a 5-foot ladder from Home Depot the morning of the assassination attempt.

How did he know he needed a ladder to access a rooftop with a clear line to President Trump? It is unclear if Crooks used the newly-purchased ladder because the one photographed is larger than the one he bought from Home Depot.

[cellythefloshie]

;; One Step Forward...Three Steps Back

Chapter Five of Cool for the Summer

Table of Contents

Chapter Four «« 🤍 »» Chapter Six

Summary: Andrei thinks Harper is avoiding him, and he isn't wrong... but it's so much more than that, and her family refuses to let it get out of hand.

TW: Implied depressive episode.

Word Count: 3k+

This series to be read in conjecture with @hockeyboysimagines I Loved You Three Summers.

While Andrei had intended for his time in Winnipeg to be spent with a focus on hockey, there was no ignoring the community that seemed to form so quickly around him. Seth had been connecting him with different trainers and facilities before their plane had left the ground back in Carolina. His parents had welcomed him with open arms, cooking him meals and treating them as if he were one of their own. This left Andrei feeling like he owed them. They wouldn’t accept his money, they were too humble for that - maybe he could get away with paying them something at the end of the summer, just before he left so they couldn’t try to pay it back. But until then, he helped out in any way he could, which meant he had gotten in the habit of checking the mail each morning. 

The key was small as he pinched it between two fingers tightly, scared he might drop it and lose it along the tall blades of grass that surrounded the Canada Post mailbox that was at the end of the street. It was a weird thing, not to have the mail delivered directly to your door, though he had come to understand the practicality of it all. It made it easier on the worker - though it didn’t stop them from mixing up the mail. Andrei flipped through each envelope casually as he walked along the sidewalk, reading the name and mailing address at the top to confirm each piece of mail was for Mr. or Mrs. Jarvis, only for him to freeze at the end of the driveway when he read a name that was only slightly out of place. Alexander. 

A smile grew over his features. He had been looking for a reason to knock on their door. Maddison seemed to be a staple around the Jarvis household, but Andrei hadn’t seen Harper since she had left him alone in the pool… with Seth - and that was over a week ago.

She hadn’t seen her in the yard, or by the pool since then, and for the first few days, her car was gone from the driveway before he could step out the door each morning. But for the last four days, her car remained parked at the top of the driveway, leaving Maddie’s Jeep and her father’s car to come and go with ease. Yet, Andrei hadn’t seen her once. She must have been avoiding him. It was the only explanation he could think of. 

He was going to change that. 

Walking up to the door, Andrei raised his fist and knocked against the screen door that rattled in its place. Beyond it, the second door was propped open, letting the warm summer breeze pass through the home. With the window open, Andrei could hear the life inside the house. The television was one - or maybe it was a radio - broadcasting a local news station. Leaning in closer, Andrei tried to peer in through the frost glass of the door. He saw a blur of shapes and colors, but he could smell the morning coffee in the air, lingering long after breakfast was finished. Then, cutting through the pleasantness of it all, was the harsh drag of aluminum against aluminum as the screen door was pushed open, sending Andrei back with a hop to avoid getting hit. 

His smile was stupid, almost laced with laughter at the thought that Harper may have tried to hit him with the door - but that smile fell into a firm, straight line at the sight of Mr. Alexander. 

The two had only met a handful of times, and each time Mr. Alexander had been nothing but respectful and kind towards Andrei… albeit he was an intimidating man with his narrow gaze, strong bone structure and police officer’s uniform. 

Andrei swallowed hard. 

“Morning, sir,” Andrei nodded, “there was a mixup in the mail.” He held up the single envelope with Harper’s name across the top. 

A large hand reached out for it, taking it from Andrei carefully. He watched as the older man’s face wrinkled with a frown, one that was hard to hide even as he quickly forced a smile back at Andrei. “I’ll tell her you stopped by.”

Before Andrei could bite his own tongue, he asked, “She’s not here?”

“Harper’s not feeling well,” Mr. Alexander spoke slowly, his voice and gaze low. 

Andrei couldn’t help but feel that there was more to it. That she really was avoiding him after what happened. It left an ache in his chest as he offered Mr. Alexander a crooked smile and a wave. His head hung low as he returned to the Jarvis' home. He placed the mail on the counter, earning a soft thank you from Mrs. Jarvis before his hand found the handle of his bag and he left out the Jarvis front door again, this time to meet his brother Evgeny who waited for him in his car at the end of the driveway. 

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There was a kind of darkness that you could only really experience in a basement. There were no windows for light to filter in, leaving nothing for the eyes to see. Harper could have put her own hand in front of her face, and she still wouldn’t know it was there. Though she was pretty sure that she was staring at the wall. That was about all she knew. Harper didn’t know what day it was anymore. She didn’t know how long she had been awake, or what time it was. So quickly she had been lost in the heavy, dark void that surrounded her and she didn’t want to leave it. 

Her stubbornness, however, only had her father trying harder to draw her out from the basement. His arrival started as the soft sound of the basement door creaking open. Then, the smallest glimmer of light spilled down the stairs, casting a soft glow and shadows around what had quickly become her room. It outlined the laundry that needed to get done and the boxes that still needed to be unpacked fully. She had been living out of them since she had arrived home. If you could call what she had been doing, living. 

Harper coiled up in her bed at the sound of her father’s footsteps against the carpeted steps. They were hollow pillowy steps that wouldn’t have been heard anywhere else in the home. But the basement was quiet, empty sounding, so quiet Harper could often hear the sound of her own heartbeat and nothing else - but her father’s voice cut through it all. 

“Got some mail for you Harp.” His words were soft, warm like melted honey, a familiar comfort laced with desperation. 

Harper didn’t have to roll over to know that he was standing at the bottom of the stairs. It's where he always came to stand when he had come down to check on her. Concerned, but still respectful of the space she had created for herself since she had moved back home. 

Sighing, Harper curled into her blankets further. She said nothing. 

“Are you going to work today?” He asked, his voice soft, concerned. 

Harper said nothing. 

“You had a visitor again today. That boy keeps hoping to run into you, I think. He's a good kid.” 

That boy. Andrei. 

Harper had been avoiding him since their day in the pool. She got up earlier, came home later and planned her days with one goal in mind: to avoid him. It wasn't because he had done anything wrong, or that he annoyed her. It was because her father was right; he was a good kid. Andrei treated her with respect, with kindness. He was attentive, and interested in what she had to say or do, even if she was cold or acted uninterested. It was refreshing, yet jarring. Harper didn't know what to do with his attention. Back in the pool, it had left her heart and her mind racing in a way she couldn't explain and it had scared her. Not only had it left her retreating into her home, it left her spiraling into mourning over the relationship she had lost with Darren. With that came the anxiety of having to return home and having to start over alone at twenty-seven - a failure in her own mind, and she was sure everyone else's. 

Everyone but Andrei. 

The way he looked at her, it reminded her of a golden retriever sitting, waiting, for any bit of attention. He was so young. Innocent. A kid who would never understand what she had been through. 

So she hid away from him, from the world, even if that meant being lonely. 

The silence hung heavily in the air between Harper and her dad as she stood there, lingering, waiting for that heavy shadow to lift from its hold on her. But Harper only fell further into its grasp.

She missed the privacy of having her own place. 

She missed having someone to go home to at night.  

She missed the friends she had lost because of Darren, who was far from eager to take her back. 

Harper held her breath, choking back a son that sat in the very depths of her throat. 

“Well,” her father sighed, “I’ll be upstairs if you need anything-” 

Harper pulled the blanket up over her mouth, her face contorting with the ugliness of her silent sob as she listened to her father's footsteps disappear upstairs. She welcomes the silence, letting it surround her with the darkness, but it was short-lived. Another pair of footsteps could be heard not long after coming from the second story. Each one was loud, but not heavy. It wasn’t her father returning, but Madison. Harper was sure of it. Every impact sounded like more of a jump than a step that grew louder and louder until the basement’s carpeted steps muffled her steps and Madison was where their father once stood.

Slowly, trying not to be seen, Harper raised a single hand up and wiped the tears from her cheeks. But removing them couldn’t hide how her nose ran, and she was forced to sniffle it back, or that her eyes were left bloodshot from crying, which was what she often did as she lay there alone in the darkness with her thoughts. Surely her eyes were swollen too, and Madison would notice. She wasn’t as gentle as their father. He left her to lie in the darkness, but Maddie, she turned the lights on. 

Sighing, Harper let herself roll over in bed, her body becoming so tangled in the blankets it felt like a cobra constricted around her body. Her chest grew tight, forcing a long, deep breath before she spoke. “Dad send you down here?”

“No,” Maddie answered, but Harper was sure that was a lie. “I just wanted to come see my bright and cheery big sister.”

Harper watched as Maddie crossed her arms over her chest, a huff of frustration leaving her own body before she turned away to look at the wall. Sending Maddie down there with the tough love was low, even for dad. That had always been their mother’s job, and while she hadn’t been around long enough to teach Maddie her ways - that almost seemed to work - Maddie was impressively good at it. Harper hated it. 

“You two need to stop feeling sorry for me and just,” she let out a sigh, heavy with her own self-pity, “leave me alone.”

The bed shifted as Maddie sat down at the end of it and let out a short, breathy laugh. “No, Harper, I’m not going to leave you alone. Maybe you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself.”

Harper’s expression fell into a soft scowl as she rolled over to face her little sister. Why did she have to be right? She shouldn’t be down there hiding away from the world. Not when there was so much she needed to do. To fix. To rebuild. Harper needed to start her life again, but it was easier to hide away. To do nothing, but she couldn’t admit that to Maddie. Not when she had always encouraged her sister to do the very opposite that Harper was doing herself. 

“I’m not-”

“Aren’t you?” Maddie cut her off, “because from where we are, it sure seems that way. You’ve been laying down here for almost a week. You haven’t gone to work. You’ve barely eaten... Now you’re trying to shut us out. We’re worried about you. I know you’ve gotten used to being cast to the side, but it doesn’t work that way in this house, and you know it.”

Harper looked away from her sister, her lips pressed firm together. Her family knew her better than anyone. There was no hiding how she was feeling from them, even if she tried to. 

“I know what you’re going through can’t be easy. In fact, I can’t even fathom how you’re feeling about it all, but don’t you think you might feel better if you actually tried to feel better? It’s not good for you to be down here all the time by yourself.” 

Maddie was right, there was no denying that, but Maddie and their father were all she had left. She had no old friends to reach out to. All those bridges had been burnt. And she already felt like such a burden to her family. 

“What am I supposed to do, Mads? You’re my only friend, and the only other person who wants anything to do with me is that kid.”

Harper bit down hard on her tongue. Why did she even say that? Why did she bring up Andrei? She didn’t know, but regretted it the moment she watched her sister’s smile grow. 

“You’re not really in the position to be choosy about friends, Harper - And what kid? You mean Andrei?”

Harper scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest and wrinkling the Eagle’s t-shirt she had been wearing for days straight. 

“Yeah, the man-child.”

“You don’t even know him,” Maddie shook her head slowly as she chuckled, “he’s not a bad guy and if you weren’t so insistent on being rude to him, you would know that.”

Rude? Harper quirked a brow. She didn’t think she had been rude, not entirely anyway. Cold and disinterested maybe, but not rude. 

“You sound just like dad,” Harper sighed, reaching for a pillow to hug to her chest, to hide behind. 

Maddie shrugged, “maybe Dad’s onto something. Harper, I know you’re still really hurting, but at some point, you know you have to try and heal, right? If not for us, for yourself. And I have the perfect way to start.”

Harper’s lip curled into a subtle scowl. He didn’t like how excited her sister got when she said that. 

“Some of my friends from school and I, we’re going to the fair by the cabin for Canada Day. You should come. Sarah’s sister is coming too, so it’s not like you’re going to be stuck with a bunch of us kids.” She spoke the last words with air quotes. 

It almost felt wrong hearing it that way. Especially since Harper was the one acting childish, trying to hide from her problems, while Maddie was reminding her so much of their mother. 

Pushing up from where she lay in her bed, Harper wrapped her arms around her sister in a tight embrace. “you know I didn’t mean it like that,” she spoke into her shoulder. 

Maddie laughed, “I know, and it’s okay. So you’ll come - it wasn’t a question, by the way. More of a statement.”

“Yeah,” Harper sighed with a smile, “I’ll come.”

“Good, now. What are you going to do about today? You’ve been in bed for days. Think maybe it’s time to face the world, Harper Alexander?” See that it’s not so bad out there?”

It wasn’t the world Harper was worried about. It was how she had to find her place in it alone that was the issue. Who was she supposed to be now that half of the life she had made for herself was gone?

“A run could do me some good, maybe?” Harper spoke quietly. She hadn’t run in days, and it always had been the one thing that could really clear her head. Neglecting that fact was wrong of her to do, but it would feel all the more therapeutic now. 

“That sounds great, but I’m not coming with you,” Maddie started, and Harper’s smile grew a little wider. Maddie wasn’t an athlete, but she was always her biggest supporter. “You know me, I don’t run unless I’m being chased, and even then I don’t like to sweat.” 

“I’d never expect that from you,” Harper assured as she slowly moved to get out of bed. Her body felt heavy, and so stiff. She would need a good stretch before she went out. Slowly, she moved to the boxes she continued to live out of and found a pair of shorts and a sports bra to change into once she was alone. 

“Good. I don’t want to see you for at least 45 minutes, an hour even, extra points if you throw another 30 minutes onto that. I mean it. Go clear your head and come back with a new outlook on things. But not for an hour. Or else.”

“Alright, alright, I’m gone. A whole hour,” Harper assured. She wasn’t sure she could run for that long after taking such a dramatic break, but she would run through the park and watch the geese if she had to. Maddie obviously wanted some time alone in the house, and after having to put up with her, she had earned it. 

The promise seemed to excite Maddie, because she was off like a shot, taking the steps two at a time as she ran back up the stairs. Harper could only shake her head at her sister as she peeled off her t-shirt and hung it over the door. She had to fight into the sports bra and jumped into her running shorts with ease. She stunk, she was sure of it, but she was only going to be worse when she got home. That was only confirmed as she reached her hands up to draw her hair back into a ponytail. Her hair was greasy, she could feel it on her hands as she twisted the hair band around once and then again so that her hair was in a high pony. She desperately needed a shower, but it could wait just one more hour. 

Like her sister, Harper took the steps two at a time and moved for the front door where her sneakers rested, untouched since her last run. She couldn’t remember exactly when that was, and the socks she had left on the floor nearby only reminded her that it had been too long. They were crusty in her hands, sending her retreating back down the steps to grab a mis-matched pair to wear. She pulled them on when she got back to the front door, a pink sock on one foot, and a black sock on the other, before she pulled on her running shoes. 

She was ready to go, but before she took off out the door, Harper made the mistake of looking in the mirror that hung in the entryway. Her eyes were red still and sunken. She hadn’t been sleeping well, and it left her looking like she hadn’t slept at all. The strands of hair that hung from her ponytail to frame her face looked stringy, heavy with the need to be washed for the first time in almost a week. It left her feeling disgusting. She let herself fall too far, and it could have gotten worse. It still could if she wasn’t careful. But she would have her family’s help. With them by her side, in time, she could heal. 

“I love you!” Was the goodbye she called out to her sister before she took an uneven breath to build the courage to set foot outside looking the way she did and feeling embarrassed by it all, Harper stepped out onto the front porch and welcomed the fresh air as it hit her. She had almost forgotten how good it could smell. The breeze forced the scent of their planted flowers and the smell of freshly cut glass. She even welcomed the buzz of the lawn mower. Dad must have been back doing yard work again. 

Harper forced on a smile as she stepped out into the warmth of the sun, and she looked around the front yard for him, only to find it empty. Her brows furrowed. It sounded close. She looked to one neighbor, and then to the Jarvis house before she found the source of the noise. Next door, Andrei was cutting the grass. He looked to be almost done, maybe two more walks almost the length of the lawn left, yet he froze in the middle of the lawn when he spotted her. 

From the depths of her gut, Harper's stomach jumped into her throat. The lawnmower's hum still filled the air between them, keeping her from making a snide remark about Seth making Andrei do all his chores - and she was glad it did. She didn’t need anymore attention drawn to her. It was bad enough that someone she knew was seeing her in such a state. It left her chest tight in her chest, and her mind was loud with the demand to run inside and cower away again. But she fought against the negativity with the simple press of her finger against her phone screen as she held it down by her side. Her running playlist blasted into her ears at a noise level she was sure would give her hearing loss at an early age, and she let it drown out every thought in her mind. 

She let it fuel her, letting the music consume her body as she stretched out her legs on the front lawn. Harper let her body limber, her eyes drawn back to Andrei on occasion as she returned to pushing the lawn mower over the grass. He was surely done now, the grass all seeming the same length, yet he walked in circles, sweaty and shirtless and maybe, just maybe, watching her too. 

Harper smiled softly when she was sure she was ready to go and raised her hand in a subtle wave to Andrei as she moved towards the curb. He waved back, a smile growing on his own features as she acknowledged him there. Sure he was young, but Maddie and her dad were right, he seemed like a good kid. Harper, at the very least, could be neighborly while he was there–and, well, enjoy the view. 

If there was one thing Harper would forever deny, was how good looking the hockey player was with his muscle-toned body and strong jawline. But that wouldn't stop her from looking when she had the chance. Her eyes lingered on the beads of sweat as they traveled down his shoulders and chest, leaving her head dizzy as she gave it a quick shake.

She needed to focus. Harper needed to piece her life back together. To forge new friendships and to decide what exactly would come next for her. But first, she needed to run. 

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[sugarushsuga]

Stay there, I’m coming to get you - #83

Genre/Au's: Smut, PWP; Hockey player AU – Friend with benefits(?)

Paring: Taehyung x F Reader

Words count: 2329

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut; Fingering; Dirty talk; Public sex; Car sex; Pining;

Synopsis: Taehyung is friends with your best friend’s boyfriend, what doesn’t make you both very close, beside the hang outs and constant teasing each other. But when you need help, he is there to help you, not once but twice in a roll.

Author note: If I didn’t procrastinate I would have it done much sooner. This is Tae’s bday piece. Also is part of my milestone drabble game, the ask for it went to void when Shay’s old blog did it too (Tagging the current one @egocypher) but I never forgot about it.

Masterlist

The ringing tune on your ear makes you anxious, is the third time you call Lolla’s phone, and it rings until voicemail. You know she is enjoying the victory party, but you need her right now and as your best friend it’s her duty to pick up the phone.

Her cheerful voice comes through your ears when you reach her voice mail again. Hanging up you sigh and let your head rest back on the wall. Something you would never do in a different situation. But despair is starting to fill your body and you don’t know what to do. Lolla has been your best friend since middle school, and you both have always looked out for each other, especially after going to college.

You both made a pact that whenever one of you went out on a date, the other had to send a text after the first hour, to know how things were going, if thing are so-so, a call in the next half hour, if things are bad a call right away to give the receiver an excuse to maybe ditch the date or have the friend come.

Today she didn’t send the message, she is celebrating the school’s hockey team classification to the nationals. Her boyfriend is part of the team. You were invited to their celebration, but you’ve already had plans with some other friends. Actually, now you’d say they are just acquaintances, you hoped to become friends.

They are like the cool group from your major, you have a few different classes with most of them. They were the ones who approached you, talking with you here and there, one at a time, in different classes, greeting you whenever you crossed paths on social occasions, until they asked you for lunch and then to hang out at a bar.

You press Lolla’s name again hoping that fourth time's the charm and she’ll pick up the phone.

Maybe you are taking too long in the bathroom, but you don’t really care right now.

The tune rings in your ear for the fifth time, another two times and it’ll reach her voice mail.

“Lolla?” You ask as the line connects and noise comes through the phone.

“No! Y/L/N, Lolla can’t come to the phone right now, she’s having her soul sucked off through her mouth right now!” The cheerful raspy voice, that usually makes your knees weak, says through the line.

“Oh!” You sigh, letting your shoulders drop.

“What is it?” The male voice asks.

“Nothing, I- “

“Wait a second!” He says. You can hear him talking with someone, some excuse me’s and indistinct noises until the voice comes back clearer. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you out with your new friends that are, oh so much cooler than us?”

You mentally curse Lolla for running her mouth about it to Seokjin’s whole team about why you weren’t going out with them after the game. “Yeah,” you roll your eyes.

“So, is it true that you ditched us, to hang with some unknown, much cooler group than us?” He chuckles.

“Hm… I didn’t ditch,” you say trying to explain.

“You just thought they were much cooler than us?” He teases again.

“No, Taehyung. I just…” Your voice fades. You don’t have any excuses; he is right on his teasing, and you just want to find an excuse to leave.

“If you are calling, things aren’t really that nice right now, right?” His voice comes softer, and the teasing is gone.

“I don’t have any excuses to leave, I came here with them. I'm not very familiar with this area and I’m unsure how to leave by myself.” You admit, voice lower as you sigh, remembering you put your own self in this situation.

“Hm, well, lucky for you, here it’s not very fun either. Stay there, I’m coming to get you!” His voice once again has that cheerful tone.

And just like that he is gone.

The line goes mute.

Taking the phone away from your face you see he hung up.

Sighing you get out of the stool and practice a smile on the mirror, you debate yourself if you should try to fix your hair that was sticking to the wall or just leave it. Deciding to leave it you walk out of the bathroom, back to the table where your new “friends” are.

They are talking about the significance of life or something else, you don’t bother enough to join the conversation, just sitting there sipping on your drink waiting for the ice to melt so you can have it for longer. You don’t want to risk getting drunk around people you aren’t close to or very comfortable with.

Twenty minutes later half of the Hockey team burst through the door of the bar with Lolla guiding them.

“Y/n!” She cheers loudly, “what a surprise to find you here!”

She has her phone in hand and Taehyung trailing right behind her looking at her phone over her shoulder. They tracked you. And you thank the gods the day she set up the sharing location app so you both can know where each other are especially when one is out on a bad date. And today you are the one out on a bad date.

“Hey!” You try to sound surprised and not let your happiness show.

“What a coincidence!” Lolla greets your group of friends with a smile.

You look around and there is half a hockey team around the table, Lolla standing with Seokjin by one of your sides and Taehyung on your other side.

“Oh, I think the bar is full.” Jen, one of the new friends, says in a discreet sneer.

“Oh, really?” Lolla responds looking around at the very chill and not full bar. “Yeah, I guess it is. We won’t be able to stay here.”

“But the bar is not full…” Namjoon comments.

Seokjin punches his friend on the shoulder, not even trying to hide it. “Yeah, it’s full, I guess we’ll need to take our victory party home.”

“Yeah, let’s do it guys!” Taehyung says by your side. “Y/n, do you wanna come? It's a free ride home, plus it will be fun, you know all our parties are fun.”

You look in between your friends and your new group of friends and nod. “Yeah, I’m sorry guys, I'll take their ride. We talk on Monday, okay?”

Getting up as you talk, you put the money for your part on the table and follow the hockey players out, Taehyung has your bag on his hand as you follow him.

The rescue is a success, but now you are worried about how you will all make it home. It’s hard to get an Uber or taxi around the bar, you’ve tried to call on through the app many times before calling Lolla.

The group stops by a minivan, it has the Hockey team name on it together with the college name. Jungkook, one of the youngsters of the team unlocks the driver’s door and opens the van. Telling everyone to get in.

He sits at the driver's place, with Yoongi and Namjoon by his side on the front. In the middle roll goes Seokjin, Hoseok and Jimin with Lolla on Seokjin’s lap and her legs over the other guys' laps. Taehyung goes to the back roll and offers you his hand, you follow and ends up sitting in his lap between their gaming gear.

You worry about the safety of all of you, but everyone else seems too hype and happy to care about it. There is loud music, and they all are talking at once as Jungkook starts the car.

Taehyung gently pulls you back against his chest. “I need to put the seat belt around us.” His voice is low and sends a shiver down your back.

Resting back, you let him pull the sit bet around you both, strapping you to him. His hands rest awkwardly on the edge of the seat, surrounded by helmets and other equipment.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, turning towards him. Your nose brushes his jaw and for a reason you don’t know you keep your voice low in a whisper.

“What do you mean?” He asks just as quietly as you did.

Running your hands down his forearms, you cover his hands with yours, to realize he is gripping the seat. “You can touch me, you know?” Pulling his hand, you rest them on your thighs with yours. “Are you embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed?” Taehyung asks without a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“You are getting hard.” You laugh softly, nuzzling his jaw.

“Well, my dick doesn’t really understand that all this wiggling isn’t for our benefit.” He sighs.

Relaxing with his words you make yourself more comfortable against his body. “If it makes you less embarrassed,” you say still holding his hands. “I'm getting wet just by feeling your dick.”

The darkness of the car and the way Taehyung’s breath catches gives you confidence to slip your intertwined hands in between your tights feeling the warmth of it. You part your knees a little more to have more room in between them. You can feel his fingers almost brushing over the wet lacy of your panties. Maybe it is the thriller or the alcohol from the drink you had at the bar or could be the fact Taehyung is basically dicking you through his pants at every bump the car gives, but a new wave of arousal makes you wetter.

Taehyung lets go of one of your hands, letting it travel over your body, smoothing the fabric of your dress, placing his hand flat over your stomach and caressing his way up to your boobs. Gently molding them, fingertip running circles over your covered nipple but not adding quite enough pressure. You whimper his name, and he chuckles in response.

“Taehyung please,” you ask.

“Y/n, this is the nicer way you’ve ever talked to me in all these months since we’ve met.” His voice is hoarse in your ear.

Twisting your body, you manage to turn enough to kiss him, his lips are soft as his hand moves to your throat putting some pressure on it as his tongue explores your mouth. His thumb caressing your damp inner thigh. Your body reacts at its own accord, legs parting further to give his hand more room.

Biting his lower lip, you moan. “Taehyung.”

“God, I’d love to see your face when you moan my name like that.” His breath tickles your neck as he trails kisses over it. “And I’m not embarrassed to feel how wet you are all over your tights.”

“It could be over your hands if you made a move.” You sass.

The confidence comes over the darkness, the music that was turned up. You feel like the car is getting hotter and the air thicker. You don’t know how long the ride is still going to take but you need something to happen, or you won’t ever be able to look at Taehyung’s face again.

“Can you be a good girl and keep it quiet?” Taehyung asks while placing a kiss under your ear. His knees moving your legs further apart.

You eagerly nod in response to his question, but his hand doesn’t move any closer.

“Taehyung, if you don’t know what to do, I can do it myself. You just need to stay still.” You provoke.

“Y/n, someday I’ll fuck this pretty mouth of yours and you won’t be able to be such a brat.” His lips find yours again as his fingers manage to push your panties to the side and two of them slip inside of you at once.

You regret promising to stay quiet as Taehyung shallows your moan. The wet sound coming from his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy is all you can hear, over your friends' laughs and the music. If anyone pays attention, they’ll know what you both are up to in the back seat.

“Your pussy feels so good. Warm, wet and tight.” Your hips roll against Tae’s fingers, you bite your lip hard to keep your moaning quiet as the hot pleasure builds up in your lower stomach.

Letting your head drop back on his shoulder, you want to close your leg at the same time you want more of it. To shy away from him at the same time you want more of Taehyung.

“Are you going to come, all over my hand? Squeeze my finger in your pussy and give me a taste of what it will feel like when I have my dick buried inside of you?” Taehyung parts his knees further, spreading your legs and exposing his finger inside your pussy.

As your moans and whimpers start to get louder, he covers your mouth with his free hand. Making his fingertips brush your spot and his thumb caresses circles over your clit, sending hot pleasure over your whole body, making you tremble and shiver, as your orgasm rips through you, making your eyes roll back, your back arch and your body feel boneless.

Taehyung keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you until the spams are gone and you are just a sweaty mess slumped against his chest. Kissing your forehead, he gently slips his fingers off of you. “Open your mouth baby.”

Confused but too content to question him as you do as told. Parting your lips, Taehyung places his wet fingers on your tongue, and you lick it, feeling the bitter salty taste.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll taste you when we get home, I promise I’ll clean up the mess I made in between your legs.” He says, lips moving against your neck.

“Tae- “

The music cuts off abruptly, and your entire body freezes, eyes widening as Taehyung quickly pulls his fingers from your mouth and unpins your legs so you can close them.

“Does anyone wants McDonald’s?”

100WTSILY - Masterlist

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[scattered-sense]

The Main Line Engine Shed Allocations ca. 1999

Tidmouth 29A (DAY):

Gordon

James (LMS 12557, built 1896 Horwich as Class 27, fully rebuilt to Class 28(m) 1914 with few original parts remaining and considers that his age).

Barry (2MT tender engine, since 1985)

Henry (formerly modified LBSCR H2 4-6-2 built 1914, rebuilt 1936 Crewe to Stanier 8F 2-8-0, since 1966; Vickerstown 1921-1928, Tidmouth Night [6 pm to 6 am] 1928-1966). Takes The Sudrian train on Saturdays and Sundays, except when needed elsewhere when Bear or James takes the train.

Francis (Webb Coal Engine)

William (Webb 18in Tank)

Bear

George (BR Class 23). Pure goods engine, often double-heads with Bear.

Tidmouth 29A (NIGHT):

Dorothy (Standard 7MT #70055, built Crewe 1954). Night shift express goods engine, runs a combined train from Tidmouth and Knapford's harbors to Lancaster (since privatization on 1 January 1995) and comes back with the returning train.

Ewan (LB&SCR I3 #32091, built Brighton 1913). Takes the nighttime express, Lunar Lunger, from Tidmouth to Barrow with one stop at Wellsworth. Train consists of only four coaches, a first class sleeper, an open restaurant car, and a brake open coach. The fourth is a refitted baggage coach to be less a rail post office and more a mail baggage van, with pre-sorted boxes stacked by where they're from and written with where they're going.

Christine (LSWR G16 4-8-0T). Does the coal, water, and oil run at night to make sure everyone's got all they need for the morning runs.

Lady Macbeth (GWR County class 4-4-0)

Ada (BR 10100)

Ian (BR Class 57). Backup engine for the Lunar Lunger. Sometimes does special fast-goods runs to Barrow.

Stephen (BR Class 37 split-headcode). Handy engine around the city. Go anywhere, do anything.

These engines don't have an assigned berth or track, they just go wherever.

Tidmouth Station Coach Shed 29B:

Jinty, day station pilot at Tidmouth

Ted (LMS 2F dock tank), day station pilot at Tidmouth

Jessie (Night station pilot, GNSR Y class 0-4-2T, built 1915). Originally bought as spare parts for Percy, but on inspection she worked just fine and was willing to do work, so was assigned station pilot duty at Tidmouth.

Vickerstown 29C:

Sarah (L&YR Class 23). Station pilot (day).

Michelle (L&YR Class 25). Station pilot and backup power (night).

Bowen (LNWR Prince of Wales 4-6-0, built 1917).

Bonneville (LMS Hughes 60-class 4-6-0, built 1926)

Janet (Midland Railway 115 class). Backup power.

Mayhew (GWR 4700 class).

Wellsworth 29D:

Pauline (GNR Class 1 4-2-2, built 1894), bought by the NWR from scrap in 1915 alongside her sister Emily to work the main line as it made its way from Tidmouth to first Maron and then Vickerstown; eventually both were displaced by Henry and later Gordon so found work pulling trains from Brendam to Wellsworth to connect with the Sudrian and later Wild Nor' Wester.

BoCo, Emily, or Edward occasionally sleeps here too. As Pauline's train is just three coaches, it sits fully assembled at all times in a third, much longer berth.