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bothcreativitybois · 3 years

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The Mayors Sweet Treat Chapter 5

Wordcount: 2430

Ship: Intruality

TWs: Food, dog, swearing, sexual references, spicy thoughts (not smutty)

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Taglist: @crazydemigod666 @star-crossed-shipper @idont-freaking-know @someoneiwasnt @seraphiie @the-sympathetic-villain @cute-and-angsty-princess @lonelymuffin @bloodymari-0666 @im-an-anxious-wreck @newtnotfound @fantasticallytired @obsessive-fallen-angel

“You’re good!” Patton shouted as Remus backed into the narrow driveway next to the bakery. His truck was filled with paints, tools, hardware supplies and a very happy looking dog. Janus stood by watching to make sure Remus didn’t hit anything. When The truck was backed in enough Remus killed the engine and jumped out, Patton rushed up to the tray of the truck and began petting the dog. Cain happily soaked up the love, Remus began hauling items out of the truck. “Who are you baby? You’re adorable!” Patton cooed, Remus smiled and Janus rolled his eyes.

“His name is Cain.” Remus said and grunted as he pulled out a metal tool box. “If you scratch his chin he’ll never leave you alone.”

“He also eats my food and doesn’t pay rent so I wouldn’t mind that.” Janus added. Cain jumped out of the truck and Patton knelt down to scratch his chin as instructed. Cain put up his head and closed his eyes.

“Oh you’re so cute! I love you!” Patton continued, Remus couldn’t stop watching him. The little dimples in his cheeks, how much love was in his eyes when he looked at Cain, Remus wondered what it would be like to have Patton look at him like that. His mind raced back to the thoughts he had a few days ago.

“Damn, you’re so cute.” Patton whispered as he bit his lip. Remus was on top of Patton and his hair perfectly fell around Patton’s face, creating a tunnel for just the two of them. Remus lent down and pressed his forehead against Patton’s, both men closing their eyes. Remus’ breath caught in his throat which caused him to let out a small noise. “I lo-.”

Remus was brought back with a pinch to his ribs.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Remus exclaimed as he swatted away Janus’ hand. These thoughts were getting out of hand. Yes they were fun but very distracting and uncontrollable.

“Roman told me to do it if you got distracted.” Janus shrugged and walked away with a crate of spray paints. Patton felt guilty for not doing anything, he joined Remus at the back of the truck.

“What can I do?” Patton asked. Remus looked around a moment, not sure how much Patton could carry.

“Uh, can you get that ladder for Janus?” Remus replied. “Only if you can.” Remus worried. Patton smiled smugly. He leant forward and dragged the ladder out, easily carrying it with one hand. He walked past Remus just as Janus walked back over.

“I carry ten kilo bags of flour two at a time.” Patton looked back and flashed a smile. “Don’t worry about me, honey.” Patton walked away and Remus followed half stammering some apologies.

Jan: Just talk to him ffs he looks incapable of hurting you

Virgil sat on the kitchen counter while Patton ran around grabbing ingredients, Janus and Remus were working in the other room. Virgil balanced a phone between his shoulder and ear, hold music played loudly from it.

“What are they saying?” Patton whispered. Virgil put up a finger as a signal to wait.

“That makes no sense, you would’ve known the location before taking the order. If it was too remote you shouldn’t have taken the order in the first place.” The voice began again but it wasn’t long before Virgil interrupted. “No, I understand but you should have contacted him, or at the least gave him an answer instead of bouncing him between numbers. Will we be getting a refund?” Virgil swung his legs off the table as the voice spoke more, Patton began dropping ingredients into a mixer. “That isn’t how it works, your contract said you’d deliver th-” Virgil was cut off by the voice followed with a disconnect sound. He threw down his phone and pressed his hands to his face. He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.

“They don’t have my sign do they?” Patton asked sadly. Remus walked over to the kitchen entrance to listen in.

“No they have it, but they won’t deliver to such a remote location. It’s at a warehouse in the city. They’ll refund the delivery fee but you have to pick up the sign yourself.” Virgil explained. Patton put down the top of the mixer and clicked it on before turning to Virgil.

“How? My car is tiny!” Patton panicked, Remus quickly moved to him and put a hand on his shoulder as comfort.

“It’s alright.” Remus soothed. “I’ll go get it for you tomorrow.” Patton felt guilty. All these people were so quick to help him but he had nothing to give in return.

“No I need you for the picnic.” Patton reminded him. Remus had influence and in his own way always knew what he was doing, that made Patton feel comfortable. The confidence he exuded was…

“I’ll go get it now then.” Remus suggested. He took out some keys and spun them around his finger. “Virge, message me the address.” Remus liked long drives, they helped him think. And with everything that was happening, the thoughts he was having, he could use some time to think. Patton looked around, seeing who he would be left alone with. He didn’t have a problem with making friends usually but two people he’d just met?

“I can’t ask you to do that, Remus.” Patton said, hoping Remus would catch the hint. Unfortunately he didn’t.

“It’s all good, just watch Cain for me until I’m back. He doesn’t like long drives.” Remus informed as he walked out the door. The elderly cattle dog padded up to Patton and leant on his leg, his innocent puppy eyes were very different to his owner's devilish gleam. Patton wanted to scratch him but needed to check his batter.

Quite a few minutes of awkward silence went by. Patton tasted his batter and added some more tweaks, Janus used a thick lead pencil to sketch a drawing to paint over and Virgil did… something on his phone. Janus looked into the kitchen, Virgil looked awkwardly across at Patton. He sighed. Virgil wasn’t the biggest fan of new people and Patton clearly was caught off guard with Remus’ dramatic exit. Janus pulled out his phone and texted Virgil.

Virgie: hnnngg social anxiety

Jan: Just ask if he needs help!

“How much business can a sign company have?” Virgil complained, Patton laughed across the room. Finally the hold music halted and Patton heard a voice drone through the phone. “Hello, I am calling on behalf of Froggy And Doggy Bakery. We ordered a sign last year and it still hasn’t arrived.” Virgil said in a professional voice. The person on the other end typed some stuff then told him something. Patton put down the eggs he had in his hands and rushed in front of Virgil.

Virgil looked over at Janus who nodded gently in response, Virgil took a deep breath.

“Patton?” Virgil said across the room. Patton looked up from mixing some flavours through the batter. “Is there… can I help?” Virgil mumbled. Patton wasn’t surprised anymore, he began thinking maybe all the tall men in this town had an agenda to kill him with favours. He giggled and pointed to a few aprons on a hook.

“Grab one and come over here.” Patton smiled. Virgil walked to the hook and pulled off a pink apron, he tied it up and joined Patton at the mixer. Patton pulled out a toothpick and dipped it in the mixture before thrusting it to Virgil. “Try this.” Virgil took the stick and licked off the batter. The delicate and fluffy batter had a strong punch of lemon and vanilla. The flavours tingled the back of Virgil’s jaw.

“That’s nice but maybe a little… strong.” Virgil shared. Patton laughed and took back the toothpick to throw away.

“The flavour will dilute after baking, it has to be strong or you won’t taste it.” Patton clarified. He threw the toothpick into the sink and rummaged in a draw, pulling out some dainty white mini cupcake papers and a large patty cake tray. “Can you put one paper in each tray? I have to take out the meringues." Patton looked across the room to see Janus had abandoned the drawing and was in the kitchen entrance. Patton walked across to the oven and pulled out a tray of cute pastel pink meringues shaped like flat roses. Virgil began dropping the papers into the tray. The large tray probably had two dozen holes, each no bigger than an inch in diameter. Janus leant down to pet Cain while the others worked. Patton used a spatula to scrape off the sweet treats and place them in a plastic container. Janus watched Patton's hands, how smoothly he scraped off a meringue with one thrust and gently laid it on top of the others in the container. It looked effortless yet Janus was sure if he tried he'd snap at least half of them in two. Patton noticed Janus staring from the corner of his eye, he tried his best to stay calm and focus. Meringues were small and light, which means they're easy to crush. He was thankful he had Virgil to take care of the patty cake papers so he could focus and take his time. Patton placed the last meringue in the container and looked up in time to see Virgil place the last paper.

He’s really nice albeit a little dry and blunt.

"Thanks. I'll put in the batter to make sure they all have the right amount." Patton thanked. Virgil nodded and looked up at Janus, he smiled smugly.

“Wrist is tired, needed a break.” Janus opposed in a friendly tone. “Also couldn’t miss you wearing that cute pink apron.” Janus chuckled as he turned around his phone to show a picture of Virgil in the apron holding the small cake papers, Patton also stifled a laugh. Virgil took off the apron and hung it back up.

“Send that to anyone and I’ll add another 10 hours to your community service.” Virgil warned.

“Too late.” Janus smirked. “Officer Honeycutt loves seeing her recovered little delinquent.”

“Well we can’t all be teenagers graffitiing forever.” Virgil shot back. Patton looked up.

“Who is Officer Honeycutt?” Patton asked, both boys looked over like they had forgotten he was there.

“My mother.” Janus said as he put away his phone. “Don’t worry, she doesn’t give anyone trouble. Most she’ll do ya for is drunk and disorderly but you don’t seem that type.” Virgil and Janus laughed, but it felt friendly. Not like laughing at Patton but joking with him. He laughed too.

“And Virgil does?” Patton joked, both men laughed again and shared a look.

“You’d be surprised what he used to get up too.” Janus eluded. Virgil hit him in the shoulder and picked up his bag. Patton’s nerves had disappeared, he wasn’t sure when but they were gone.

“I’m going to get myself a coffee and take Cain out for a bathroom break.” Virgil announced before turning to point at Janus. “Play nice.” Janus smirked.

“How nice exactly?” Janus asked mischievously. Virgil gave him a serious stare, Janus put up his hands in surrender. “Alright!” He surrendered. Virgil left with Cain and suddenly Patton was alone with Janus. He had no problem with Janus but out of all the friends Patton had met he seemed the most critical. Or more accurately, most straightforward with his judgement. Patton began scooping batter into the papers with two metal spoons. Janus entered the kitchen and sat on a counter, closely watching. Patton was a man in chains, facing the judge and waiting for his sentence. Remus’ voice echoed through his head.

Patton tried his best to focus. Everything would be fine.

“What makes you think Remus is so sexy?” Janus said suddenly and plainly. Patton dropped the spoons in shock and batter splattered over a few of the papers. His face burned a furious red. Patton looked back at Janus who was unfazed. “Is it his moustache?”

“Shouldn’t you be drawing?” Virgil teased as Patton gathered more items.

“That- I don’t-” Patton tried as he shakily recovered the spoons. His head raced. He didn’t think of Remus like that… did he? Even if he did he was too busy to make a move. And with everything that happened with his last partner he wasn’t sure if he was ready to move on. He attempted to gather all his thoughts into a sentence. “I don’t have time to think of Remus like that and he doesn’t think of me that way either so what’s the point?” He hoped that answer was good enough. He cleared his mind and went back to scooping batter.

“Funny, most people don’t answer when I ask them stuff like that.” Janus remarked. “They usually tell me not to ask stuff like that or refuse to answer.” Janus laughed slightly.

“I’m sure you mean well.” Patton answered. “Maybe you’re trying to protect Remus, maybe you’re trying to get to know my taste, or maybe you’re just curious. But I don’t think you’re asking for malicious intent.” Patton turned around and gave Janus a reassuring smile, he looked away.

“And how do you know that?” Janus pressed. Patton put down the spoons and picked up the tray of batter.

“You don’t seem that type.” Patton repeated with a wink. He adjusted the heat on the oven and slid in the tray all the while Janus watched him in thought.

“What if you did have the time?” Janus asked abruptly. “To think of Remus.” Patton took a moment. He brought up thoughts of Remus, thoughts where he wasn’t worried about the bakery or his mother. He smiled as he ran the scenarios through his head.

“Yeah, maybe something could happen.” Patton admitted. “But like I said, I’m pretty sure Remus doesn’t think of me that way.” He didn’t even know if Remus was into guys. He’d made the mistake of assuming that before, it didn’t turn out well.

“Interesting.” Janus muttered as he walked back to the wall he was sketching on. “Remus isn’t easy to deal with sometimes. He’s loud, will do his best to annoy you and is unpredictable. But he seems to have taken a liking to you, so here’s a little advice: set up your boundaries or he’ll tear right through you.” Janus’ advice seemed bittersweet but it did get Patton thinking.

Remus seemed gentle with him so far, was that good or bad?

#the mayor's sweet treat #sanders sides small town au #roman took over #intruality au #sanders sides #sanders sides au #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfiction #ts remus #remus sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #ts janus #janus sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #food tw #dog tw #intruality

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tfadarkauaskblog · 4 years

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TFA Dark AU Blog Year Review!

It’s been a heck of a year, but it was a fun year for this blog! It was the beginning of this AU and blog, much inspired by nekonokami23, and was built up by you guys! The ones who have filled the ask box with tons of love and unique questions! And have allowed this blog to thrive over a +1000 followers! It’s been a wild ass ride.

So I’d like to take this post to review some of the art, what happened, and keep you up on our story :)

Art review

This blog went through a big ass glow up art wise, and as you can tell if you’ve been here from the beginning, or have seen, I didn’t know shit about drawing robots (How do they work??? Their blockiness is too much to comprehend...) But with time, they did become decent.

Let’s start with the main crew, each going from beginning, to end of 2019, starting with:

Optimus:

(Beginning)

(End of 2k19)

(God what a beautiful man)

Bee:

(Beginning)

(End of 2k19)

(Optimus and Bee were my most favourite glow ups Because it was through them that I actually understood bot anatomy)

Bulkhead:

(Beginning)

(End of 2k19)

(Hnnngg.... I really ought to draw more of the big guy)

Ratchet:

(Beginning)

(End of 2k19)

(He was honestly quicker to grasp because he really be basic, but he hella cool)

Prowl:

(Beginning)

(End of 2k19)

(He’s been the hellish of characters to draw, because I can comprehend none of his anatomy, but its been my best improvement. I’ll tackle you some day god that sounded nasty)

And Sari!:

(Beginning

(End of 2k19)

(*Chef’s kiss*)

(Story Review)

Oddly enough, while the Halloween Arc had been the most ambitious plot of the blog of that year, my favourite was actually the reveal of what was behind Optimus’ mask.

It was peek design and I at that time, had become much more fluent with my understanding for bot bods. It was also a powerful plot point for Optimus and Sari. I loved drawing it very much and the love Optimus and Sari got after that doubled.

Halloween Arc, on the other hand, was much more rushed than I anticipated. I had hoped to get the whole story out by the time I went for my Japan trip, which led to a drop in quality and story tension. Nevertheless, it was quite ambitious, and to this day, has a lot of likes and reblogs compared to other posts. And it introduced Blackarachnia, who will definitely be back.

(Where are we so far...)

Now comes the part where I update you guys on what the jizz is up!

As of now, the following timeline is from the beginning to the end of 2k19:

The blog starts (May 30th, 2019), it is somewhere after their encounter with the decepticons Blitzwing and Lugnut.

Introducing Optimus as an Empurata and Bee as a Triple Changer

Optimus gets handmade ‘gloves’ to cover the claws (At the request of followers)

Optimus opens more about himself, sparking Sari to act a little more mature than she would be.

The extent of Bee’s face changing is explored, but his third face is still unknown.

Optimus reveals what is behind his face

Blackarachnia is shown spying on the bots, a few days before Halloween

The Halloween Arc

The camping finishes, but it seems that some details were never mentioned.....

It’s honestly not as much, since I was still trying to establish character at that time. But now, in 2020, I plan to expose more of Bee’s past, and plot revolving him and give Sari her character development too.

And of course, there is also Megatron and his rising. But I’m still caught in a decision as to if I should move on with what did happen in the animated series, or create an entirely new timeline.

With that, thank you for reading the whooollllleee thing! I hope 2020 will be a good one for this blog :)

#mod speaks #TFA #transformers #transformers animated #transformers animated au #tfa au #review #important

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eddieeatsass · 4 years

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Hell In Heels

Summary: Since they've begun dating, Stan and Bill have become quite the adventurous couple in the bedroom. There's not much they haven't tried, so when Stan picks up a new present for them to use in unconventional ways, Bill can't help but be intrigued. Pairing: Stenbrough Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language, improper use of stilettos and finger condoms

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It was 5:53 on a Friday evening; an unopened box of pizza sat on the kitchen counter, awaiting the arrival of its second eater. Bill was lying in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, trying to pass the time between every anxious glance up at the clock. As per usual, he’d arrived home from work an hour before his boyfriend. He’d wasted no time in ordering them a pizza for dinner, and then shucking off his stiff work clothes as soon as it had gotten delivered. That hour at home alone was by far his least favorite part of every day, but today was even worse, because today he had to wait two.

Stan had texted him earlier in the day and told him he’d be home late. Bill knew he was being a brat for being upset about something as trivial as one hour. Two of his best friends were in a long-distance relationship, and they often went months without seeing one another. But Bill couldn’t help that he’d gotten attached to the consistency at which he got to marvel in Stan’s soft kisses and gentle touches, couldn’t help that he felt empty when they’d spend even an extra hour apart.

The sound of the front door opening pulled Bill out of his thoughts, and his feet were carrying him into the living room before his brain had even caught up. He barreled into a tall frame, not even bothering to say hello before peppering kisses along Stan’s neck.

Stan chuckled above him, dropping his belongings to the floor with an unceremonious clunk before curling his arms around Bill’s frame.

“Miss me?” Stan teased.

Bill grumbled something incomprehensible into the fabric of Stan’s shirt, earning another laugh.

When he finally separated himself from his boyfriend’s arms, Bill noticed a big box accompanying Stan’s messenger bag.

“What’s th-that?” Bill nodded in the direction of the mystery item.

Stan’s eyes lit up behind a small smirk. He let himself take in his boyfriend for the first time since walking through the door. Bill’s hair was a mess from laying in bed for the past couple hours, the quickly fading indentation on his cheek from his pillow another indication. But what really drew Stan’s attention was the pair of black boxer briefs that cut through the expanse of creamy skin. Stan quirked an eyebrow at Bill in question.

“It’s w-warm in our apartment.” Bill shrugged, looking slightly abashed at the reaction his attire had garnered him.

Stan decided it was better that Bill was already undressed, considering what he had planned for them tonight.

Stan placed his hands on either side of Bill’s face, pulling him in for an unexpected slow kiss.

“Not that I don’t l-love this,” Bill said between kisses. “but are y-y-you going to sh-show me what’s in the b-box?” Stan smiled against Bill’s lips before pulling away.

“Go wait in our room.” Stan turned Bill around by his shoulders and slapped his ass, pushing him in the direction of their bedroom. Bill yelped in surprise before dissolving into giggles as he disappeared down the hall.

It didn’t take long before Bill started to get impatient. He was sitting on the edge of their bed, picking at a thread on their duvet cover when he finally heard something from the other room. He couldn’t place the sound right away, but the steadiness of the clicks got louder as Stan approached the room, and Bill’s mind pieced things together just as Stan strode through the doorway.

Stan’s demeanor was completely casual. He walked with his usual air of confidence, even with the five-inch death spikes he now wore on his feet.

Despite them being intimidating, Bill couldn’t deny they were incredibly sexy. He watched as Stan stopped in front of their full-length mirror to admire himself, as if Bill wasn’t even in the room.

The heels were sleek; slender red numbers with a considerable heel attached. They poked out just the right amount beneath the cuff of his work pants. Bill followed the length of Stan’s legs, now somehow impossibly longer than they already were, and settled his attention on the crimson stilettos.

“Those are n-nice.” Bill commented, adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed down his budding arousal.

Stan turned slightly to admire a different angle in the mirror, cocking his hip to accentuate the curve of his ass. His suits were tailor made for his body, with clean lines and sharp creases to make him look as presentable as possible, and if you asked Bill, as fuckable as possible. In combination with the new additions, it made Stan godly in Bill's eyes.

“They are, aren’t they?” Stan responded coyly.

Bill’s response was exactly what Stan had been hoping for, but with what he had planned, he needed Bill just a little more pliant.

Ignoring Bill’s reflection in the mirror, Stan kept his eyes on his own reflection as he began unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off along with his suit jacket and moving to fold them over the back of his desk chair.

He heard the hitch in Bill’s voice when he noticed the garter belt attached around Stan’s waist, disappearing into the waistband of his dark slacks. Stan pretended not to notice, spending extra time undoing his pants just to leave Bill waiting. When he couldn’t draw on the process any longer, he bent at the waist as he pulled his pants down, exposing white flesh and red lace and black nylon all at once.

He stepped out of his pants and straightened himself, adding them to the neat pile of clothes on his chair. He turned to face Bill, hiding his knowing smirk under a facade of innocence as he approached his boyfriend.

“Y-y-you were wearing those a-all day?” Bill gulped, eyes unabashedly raking up and down Stan’s form.

Stan looked down at himself, eyeing his sheer black thigh highs held up by thin garters that only worked to frame the way his cock was barely contained in the red lace panties he wore. Red, just like the heels he bought. Just like the marks that littered his frame from their morning activities.

“Mhm.” Stan nodded, reveling in the way Bill’s pupils dilated at the thought.

Stan closed the distance between them, placing his knee into the spot between Bill’s legs and pushing them both down on to the mattress. His arms came up on either side of Bill’s head, caging him in, locking his gaze, teasing him with just the slightest bit of pressure from his knee.

“I was thinking of you all day.” Stan whispered in Bill’s ear as Bill’s warm hands gripped onto his sides. “I was thinking of you when I bought them.”

It took a moment for Bill to come out of his daze and realize Stan was talking about the heels.

“M-me?” Bill questioned, a flush spreading down his chest.

“Yeah. I was thinking about how much fun we could have with them.”

Stan’s devilishly sinful grin told Bill everything he needed to know, his cock already twitching at all the possibilities running through his head. Bill pulled Stan down into a feverish kiss, his grip tightening around Stan’s waist to pull him flush against his chest.

The kiss grew heavier as the minutes ticked on, the eagerness heavy in the air above them. Stan’s hands explored the planes of Bill’s body, feather light touches that left goosebumps in their wake. When he reached Bill’s abdomen, he could already feel the anticipatory tensing of his muscles.

Stan broke the kiss only to move his lips down Bill’s neck, stopping at the dip in his collarbone that always riled him up. Stan sucked on the fading bite mark there, giving it new life as red and purple splotches rose to the surface under his tongue. Bill’s moans could be heard among the gentle city bustle filtering in through their window, a symphony that Stan would sear into his memory.

Stan moved down Bill’s body, teeth grazing tender flesh on the way, until he hit the waistband of Bill’s briefs. The thin material wasn’t doing Bill many favors at hiding his growing need, the cotton spread taught over the impressive tent. Stan made eye contact with Bill, who was watching intently with lidded eyes, before mouthing at his cock through the briefs.

Stan felt the small thump on the bed as Bill threw his head back, whimper escaping his bitten red lips. Stan wanted to hear it again and again, continuing his teasing for a maliciously long time before he finally took pity on Bill’s hoarse voice and begging pleas.

“More… S-Stan… please… HNNNGG-” Bill’s pleading was cut off as Stan pulled his boxers down and got his mouth on him in one swift movement. Bill felt heavy on his tongue, his cock having grown to full hardness under Stan’s teasing. Bill was a considerable length, hard to swallow down fully unless Stan really concentrated, but his girth was what really made Stan’s jaw protest. So instead, Stan swirled his tongue around Bill’s head, leaving small kitten licks up his frenulum and tracing the veins on the underside of his cock.

“Did you clean yourself out today?” Stan asked between licks, already going over his plan in his head.

Bill nodded above him, too busy writhing on the bed to give him a proper answer.

Stan stopped his movements altogether, letting Bill’s cock fall against his stomach with a wet slap.

“W-wh-”

“Use your words. I asked you a question.”

Bill stared back at him, mouth gaping around his words.

“Y-Yes…”

“Good boy.” Stan smiled, leaning up to peck a still reeling Bill on the lips. “Hands and knees.” He ordered softly, enjoying the way Bill scrambled to flip himself over as quickly as possible, clearly excited about what was to come.

Stan took a moment to gather what he needed from their toy chest. It was a big wooden piece that passed as decor to the unseeing eye, but once it was opened, it held all the lewd treasures one could imagine. Once he'd procured lube and toy cleaner, Stan was back on the bed, rubbing a soothing hand along Bill’s back.

“What’s your color, baby?” Stan whispered while he stationed himself behind Bill, his hands now kneading Bill's cheeks apart.

“Green.” Bill confirmed, pushing back into Stan’s grasp.

With that, Stan popped open the lube and squirted a generous amount on his finger. When he brought it up to the awaiting ring of muscle he watched as Bill’s hole fluttered under his touch. Stan tsked, circling the pucker.

“Already so desperate for me…”

When his finger finally slipped in Bill responded with a full body shiver and a breathy sigh, his tension visibly releasing.

“There we go baby, relax yourself for me.” Stan cooed, running his free hand down Bill’s spine soothingly.

Stan continued to finger Bill slowly, crooking his index to graze that bundle of nerves that had Bill humming with pleasure. He kept going until Bill was loose enough that Stan could fit another finger in, but instead of doing so, he pulled his hand away and began prepping his surprise.

Stan first used the toy cleaner to sanitize, spraying it a few inches away from the heel of his stiletto and then wiping it away with a paper towel a few moments later. The heel would be covered anyway, but Stan was nothing if not prudent. He didn’t want any tears in the condom to result in Bill having dirt up his ass, that would probably ruin the moment.

Another clever way Stan had figured out to decrease the possibility of tearing was to use a finger condom rather than a regular one. They were much smaller, and therefore wouldn’t result in as much latex rubbing against itself. Stan and Bill had bought a pack of finger condoms a couple years ago when they’d just begun exploring each other, and Stan had still been unsure about cleanliness.

After checking the expiration date on the package, Stan proceeded to unwrap one and roll it up the heel. After seeing how it flopped back down, uncooperative and still slightly too large to stay up on its own, Stan checked their bedside drawer for something to help secure it in place. After some rustling around, he found a small clear elastic that had no doubt belonged to Beverly, ended up on their floor, and gotten thrown into the drawer out of laziness. But he’d still thank the gods above and Beverly for this gift.

After wrapping the small elastic around the very top of the condom, holding it up but making sure it didn’t pull too much, Stan turned back to Bill.

Bill was buzzing with excitement, having put together the (very obvious) clues and figured out what was in store for him. They had never experimented with something like this, but he knew that Stan would never put him in any danger, and if this was something that Stan was initiating, it was because he’d done thorough research on it. So Bill stayed relaxed, in a daze of affection as he watched his boyfriend prepare for this new experience.

“Come here.” Stan patted the end of the bed, ushering Bill to lay on his stomach and scooch down the length of the mattress until his lower half was hanging off, balanced on his tiptoes.

“Spread your cheeks for me, pretty boy.” Stan whispered gruffly.

Bill did as he was told, reaching back with both hands and pulling his cheeks apart. It was an intoxicating view, his hole was puckering its lips at Stan tauntingly, and Stan couldn’t do it a disservice any long. He needed to spread it wide open.

With an act of bravery and surprising balance, Stan lifted one foot off the ground and placed it directly on Bill’s tailbone, causing the heel of his stiletto to line up almost perfectly with Bill’s awaiting hole. It was a bit hard to keep himself from toppling over without putting too much pressure on Bill’s body, so as a second thought Stan reached out and grasped the bed posts, using them to keep himself stabilized.

With a steadying breath, Stan began rubbing the tip of his stiletto around Bill’s hole, coating the condom with a generous coating of lube that was left over from when Stan fingered him. That alone had Bill crooning.

It was when Stan finally entered Bill, slow and steady, that Bill let a loud moan fill the room. All of the pent up anticipation came gurgling out of him, raw and wanton. Bill tried to push back into Stan but he held him firmly in place with the sole of his shoe, stopping Bill from getting what he wanted. Stan knew how he wanted this to go; slow and torturous, his favorite way to tease.

“How does it feel, baby?” Stan asked.

“Weird. Amazing.”

Stan’s lips quirked into a half smile.

“Describe it for me.”

Stan began leisurely fucking his heel in and out of Bill, keeping the movements shallow, leaving Bill straining for stimulation as he tried to describe the feeling.

“It feels… t-t-tantalizing. I almost f-feel empty, but then every time you graze - hnnnng-”

Stan smirked as he watched Bill’s back tense.

“Yeah, there. It’s k-k-kind of like I’m- aaaaaaahhhh - unp-p-prepared for it, but that just makes it more s-sensitive.”

Stan nodded, though Bill couldn’t see him, his face long ago lost to the sheets below it.

When Stan had thought of this idea, he hadn't been sure what exactly it would feel like. He knew the heel of a stiletto was too thin to give any real resemblance of a cock, but if he angled it just right, he thought maybe it would cause sensations Bill had never felt before. In a way, he’d been right, and seeing Bill’s hole cling to his heel was enough to make the whole thing worth it. What a sight.

But however pretty the view, Stan knew Bill couldn’t cum just from this.

“How’s your pretty cock doing?” Stan asked, already knowing the answer. He could see how red it had gotten, rubied at the tip and an angry fade along the shaft. The only friction it was getting at the moment was occasional rutting up against the bed.

Bill let out a mewl in response.

“Feeling kinda neglected, huh?”

Bill nodded frantically, once again trying to move farther back and get the heel as deep into himself as possible. Stan held strong, using the strength in his thighs (thank you baseball) to keep his wriggly boy in check.

“Yes!” Bill sobbed out after being denied any movement.

“Do you want to touch it?” Stan asked calmly.

“Yes.” Bill sobbed again, this time much quieter and almost defeated.

“Alright baby, I’ll let you touch yourself, but if you can’t make yourself cum in three minutes, you’re not allowed to touch yourself for another thirty.”

Bill’s eyes widened, the challenge leaving his mouth dry and his palms sweaty. The thought of being teased for another 30 minutes with no alleviation made him shudder, so… he’d just have to do it in three.

“O-o-okay.” Bill agreed, looking over his shoulder to send Stan a reassuring smile that he was still on board, Stan could continue.

“I’ll be keeping track of your time.” Stan warned, raising his eye level to that of the clock on their bedside table. He waited a few seconds for it to level out to a number he could easily keep track of, and then he was giving Bill the go.

Bill’s hand instantly shot down to his cock, nearly vibrating under the overdue touch. His other hand led up to his chest, tweaking one nipple and then the other. Before they’d gotten together, Bill had always thought it was a myth that people could get turned on just by having their nipples played with, but Stan had taught him otherwise and boy did he learn fast.

Both of his hands worked in tandem, pulling and squeezing, leading Bill to filthy moans and withering cries, in a desperate attempt to get himself to cum.

A minute had gone by. Steeling himself and using leverage from the bed posts, Stan doubled his tempo. The result was instant; a tightening of muscles, a deep howl, and Bill’s own hands sped up to match the pace Stan set.

He couldn’t be certain, but from Bill’s reactions Stan believed he’d found the perfect angle to rub against his prostate. He made sure to be gentle, given that the heel of a stiletto wasn’t exactly forgiving. He’d made sure when picking out the pair that there were no sharp corners or angles on the heel, but it was still a heel, not exactly something made to be stirring around someone’s insides.

“A minute and thirty seconds to go.” Stan singsonged as they reached the halfway mark.

He paid close attention to how Bill stroked his cock, quick broad jerks where he passed his enclosed fist over the head to spread his precum down his shaft. It glistened with lubrication, the wetness creating a sickeningly sweet smack every time his wrist came in contact with his pelvis.

Stan trailed his gaze up Bill’s body, stopping briefly to admire the way he plucked at his nipples, and then continuing until he settled on Bill’s face.

His features were scrunched up tightly; creases formed at the edges of his eyes which were wound tightly shut, and his mouth gaped open in a silent scream.

Stan finally tore his eyes away from Bill to check the clock again, and was surprised to find that far more time has gone by than he’d thought. Bill had a bit of a habit of mesmerizing Stan, with those choked out moans and fucked out eyes, he'd pull him in until hours had gone by in seconds.

"Twenty seconds left." Stan warned, watching as Bill’s hand tripled in speed, becoming a blur of motion that Stan couldn’t keep up with. He wondered absently if Bill would be all chaffed after this, made a mental note to run Bill an aloe vera bath when they were all done.

Ten seconds left. Stan began counting aloud.

“10… 9… 8…”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“7… 6… 5…”

“Oh my god f-fuck I’m-”

“4… 3… 2…”

As if set on a timer, as soon as the clock hit its time, so did Bill.

Stan looked on in satisfaction as Bill hit his climax, watching everything in him go slack as the waves of pleasure took over. Hot stripes of cum shot across Bill’s stomach and the bed spread, as tears streaked down his ruddied cheeks. He was silent; no moans or screams or swears, just quiet release. He didn’t make a peep until the very last of his contents had been squeezed out of him, and then with a grunt he finally let himself collapse.

Stan carefully pulled out of him, immediately shucking off the defiled stiletto and following suit with his other, shortening him a good five inches. Stan wrapped his arms around Bill’s form and helped hike him up on the bed, aiding his tired muscles to get into a comfortable position. He was about to head off to the bathroom to grab his after care kit when two big arms wrapped around his waist, preventing him from moving.

Stan chuckled lowly, turning back around to face his boyfriend.

“I gotta get you cleaned up, baby.” Stan said in a hush.

“Later.” Bill resisted, nuzzling into Stan’s neck and kissing his collarbone.

Stan relented easily, not having it in him to part from Bill just yet either.

They laid there for long enough to drift off, losing consciousness to the world together. Stan would have an unpleasant mess to clean up when they awoke, but it would all be worth it. It was always worth it with Bill.

#stenbrough #stenbrough fanfic #stenbrough fanfiction #stenbrough smut #stenbrough lemon #it fanfic #it fanfiction #it smut #it lemon #stanley uris #stan uris #bill denbrough #it #it 2017 #my posts #my writing

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miumiins · 7 years

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um..i’m gonna close commissions for a bit bc sai has refused to open for the past couple of days and i can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong with it or how to fix it orz

#plus finals are coming up so i won't have much time to do them anyways #i'll still do the one comm i got the other day tho #when i can draw again orz #idk maybe i should just buy a new sai program??#since the one i have i downloaded for free like 3 years ago bc someone posted the dl link lol #like it's weird i can't even uninstall the program bc it's not in the list of programs???#i could try to transition to manga studio but i really like my sai brushes #and im still not used to ms to actually draw decent stuff *sweats* hnnngg

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frejann · 6 years

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I have so much art stuff to do right now

I have 2 comics that I wanna work on, I wanna make sure to update graveyard girls

I have inktober so I have to draw for that every day

I have josuyasu week coming up in like just 3 weeks so I gotta start sketching up ideas for that I do not wanna miss it

I have 3 pumpkins to sketch ideas for and carve, I have some people who wanna buy my pumpkins for halloween UwU

I’m drawing art for like Christmas presents to several people (I prefer to start working on such things as early as possible)

And I have a bunch of commissions (to all people who are currently waiting for their commission to be finished please have patience most of them are almost finished hnnngg)

Like I’m not saying its annoying or that I dont like it, I wanna do all these things, its just a lot lmao, hopefully I can complete it all

#on top of it all my studies are quite heavy right now I have a lot of work to do

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ohlookashinysquirrel · 6 years

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tasogarenohane mentioned you on a post “Twitter ワンドロ (one hour drawing) challenges 1. 【夏服】 (summer uniform):...”

@ohlookashinysquirrel ��I will not admit to basically mainlining your AO3 works after I discovered them only today BUT HNNNGG YES?? ��

;-; I’m so glad you like my fics! I have a couple of fluff pieces that are on tumblr but not on Ao3, and since you like sleepy Souji you’d probably like this: http://ohlookashinysquirrel.tumblr.com/post/149805502542/fluff-prompt

Enjoy! (Also I love your art, they’re so precious @_@)

#tasogarenohane

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stardewvalley-imagines · 7 years

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The reactions of the 12-bachelor/ettes when they find out that the farmer used to be a really popular Esports player (part 2: bachelorettes)

Abigail: “Hey, farmer!” Abigail chirped as she walked into your farmland. You were in the middle of watering your crops when she came. “Hi, Abby.” You reply, giving her a friendly hug. “Still working?” “Mhm.” You hum your answer. “Woke up late today.” You added. “Let me help you! I wanna play with you.” Abigail pleaded. Sighing of how tenacious she was, you nod. “Alright. Do me a favor and water the crops for me.” You said, handing the purple-haired girl your watering can. “Yay!” She cheered as she did was you told. Meanwhile, you handled what you’ve harvested by putting some in kegs and selling some through the bin. With the day’s work done thanks to Abigail, you two enter your house and watch some TV shows that you like. Surprisingly, she likes them too. An hour passed when abigail scooted close to you. “Yes?” You asked. “We should play some games together. I heard from Seb that you play StarCraft.” Abigail suggested. “Hm? But you don’t have your laptop right now.” “I can just watch you play, or you know… Take turns.” “Sounds good. Follow me. Computer’s in my room.” You said as Abigail followed you into your bedroom. She sat on your bed as you powered your computer on and turned on the strategy game. “So, who first?” You asked. Abigail smiled at you, signaling that you play first. Nodding, you chose your race and played a random match with a anonymous player. Abigail watched in marvel as you skillfully won the round. “Wow, you’re really good at this game!” Abigail complimented. “Thanks. I really like StarCraft.” You replied. “You should try playing in E-Sports matches!” “Well, to be honest, I have.” With your words, Abigail’s jaw dropped. “You’re lying.” “No, I’m not. I won the national league five times. Still can’t beat the Koreans, though.” You admitted. “Wow. Just wow. You’re awesome!” Abigail squealed as she threw herself to you, making you blush. “Okay, but real talk. Zerg, Protoss or Terran?” She asked once releasing you. “Protoss. My life for Aiur.” You replied.

Emily: “So, how was it?” Emily asked you, panting. She had invited you into her room to show you dance. Honestly, it was amazing. You jokingly grabbed her shoulder. “You have to teach me those moves!” You said. “Why, thank you!” Emily giggled by your reaction. “Whew! I haven’t sweated this much since Abigail’s graduation party!” You nodded. “Well, sit down! I’ll fix us some coffee!” Soon enough, the blue-haired woman came back with a tray full of cookies and coffee. “Well, thanks Emily.” You said as you took a bite out of a cookie. The showcase of exotic fabric and clothes seemed to get your attention. “So, you’re really interested in garments design, huh?” You asked. “Yeah! It’s my dream to set up a shop here!” Emily beamed. You simply nodded. “How’s your farm?” “Farm? It’s going fine. It’s comparable to what I used to work before.” “What was your job?” “I played games.” “Videogames? That’s a strange way of earning money.” Emily skeptically said. “Not just that, I was in the gaming industry. Man, I remember how competitive it was. Fighting digitally over who claims the top… Well, I was at the top, to be honest. In other words, I was a E-Sports player.” You explained, sipping your coffee. “Competitive games? Well, I’ve seen a few articles online about using games for art… We’re your games like that?” Emily asked. “You will be disappointed.” You replied, shaking your head. “Dota isn’t like those games. But if you want to try an artistic game… I think Minecraft would be a good choice. Watch a few videos and you’ll see.” Emily smiled at your suggestion.

Haley: You walk into Haley, who was trying to open a jar of pickled olives but with futility. “Hnnngg! Can’t. Get. This. OPEN!” Haley grunted under the resistance of the jar. You decided to walk to her to help. “Need any help?” You asked. “Farmer? You’re strong, right?” Haley asked upon hearing you. “Hmm… You can, technically. I work in the farm, after all.” “Well, can you open this for me?” Haley requested, holding the sealed jar to you. Before taking it, you wiped any source of moisture from your hands and took the jar from her hands. It took some effort, but you managed to open it with a pop. “There!” You beamed, handing the now opened jar to Haley. “Wow, you really are strong! Thank you!” Haley chirped, taking an olive into her mouth. “All in a day’s work.” You replied. “You did work in a hard job, didn’t you?” “No. Worked as a…” “Gym teacher?” “No. I was a E-Sports player.” You replied. “Ooooohh-Kay?” Haley asked, her smile now gone and replaced with a strange look. She was definitely not interested. “It’s basically Major Baseball League but with videogames…” “I don’t care! Nerd.” Haley interrupted you. Sighing, you bid her goodbye while walking out of her house.

Leah: “What do you think? I’m revealing the essence of the wood.” Leah said as she carved the wooden sculpture. “When we start tending something, we reveal what’s inside.” “…the same as us humans.” You replied, making Leah think, but smile when she realized what you were trying to say. “Yeah, you’re absolutely correct!” Leah replied. “I first came to the valley as a child. This place has true art potential!” “Really? I didn’t think about that because of… You know, farming.” You said. “Of course, just art isn’t helping me in paying the bills and laying food on the table…” You nodded at Leah’s words. Your friends faced these problems and you did consult them before. “Have you felt that thing before? Chasing something that you like but can’t earn enough?” She asked you. “Well, I did before I came here. I did become really famous, but with the cost of health.” “Ooh, really? What were you before a farmer?” “An E-Sports player.” “That’s amazing!” Leah remarked. You could only blush and scratch the back of your head. “…but I do see why you left that life behind. It must’ve been hard to connect with the natural world when you were so absorbed by the digital world, right?” “Yeah, you’re right.” You replied. “To be honest, I really miss my fans and the competition. Don’t get me wrong, I love farming. But I needed to stay healthy. I nearly died of Vitamin D deficiency.” “I understand.” Leah nodded. “Too bad I don’t have a computer to see what you play.”

Maru: You were helping Maru on one of her engineering projects after you hanged out with Sebastian, your best friend. You had a USB pen drive on hand so that you could help draw her blueprints in 3D back at your farm. “Thanks for stepping by to help.” Maru said. “No problem.” You assured. “Seb never helps, even when I tell him that I’ll pay.” “He’s just busy with his own work, Maru. You should understand.” You replied.“Anyway, I’m here. What blueprint did you want me to make?” “Hold on…” Maru started to shuffle around with a pile of graphing paper. “…here.” She said, holding a paper with a detailed schematic of a tool drawn on it. “Do you mind if you scan it?” You asked. Maru nodded as she did as you requested. The scanner turned the document into an image file. “Okay, I’ll put it into my USB.” You said as you plugged your pen drive into her computer. As Maru dragged the file into the USB, she accidentally clicked another image file in your pen drive, revealing a photo of your past self with five of your friends in your Overwatch team. You were pictured as thrown in the air by your friends as you held a trophy with confetti falling around you all. “Um… Wow. You were a E-Sports player?” Maru asked. Blushing, you sheepishly nodded. “I do watch some gaming videos. I remember this team. They were the best.” “Do you play Overwatch yourself?” You asked. “A little bit. Haven’t played too much modern games. Too much FPS nowadays.” Maru replied. “It’s okay. Everybody has their preferences.” “No wonder why Seb and Sam were so excited when you were here last week.” Maru said, smiling. “Still, you’re a good player.”

Penny: You picked your favorite novel and sat beside Penny in the library. Today was a good harvest day and you have decided to to treat yourself with a good book instead of gaming. “Hello.” Penny quietly greeted you with small smile. You smiled back as you opened your book. “You like those series, too?” She asked after taking a glance of your book cover. “Well, yeah. This is my favorite of the series. I just want to keep reading it. It makes me want to be part of the story, you know?” You replied. Penny smiled and gave you a positive hum. “Say, why do you think we read? For me, I read to fuel my imagination.” You asked, looking at the ceiling. “For me, I read because I want to get out of reality.” Penny sighed, closing her book but marking her page with her finger. “It’s hard for me to live a happy life, so reading helps me not think about it. What about you? What do you do in the same situation?” “Me? Well, I play games. Whenever I feel stressed, I play a few rounds with my team. Yoba, I miss them.” You replied. “…team?” Penny asked. “Yeah. I had a few family problems, so my E-Sports team cheered me up with gaming together. We were unbreakable.” “Wow, you must have been famous.” “We won so many tournaments together. I had to give up my dream after grandfather’s death.” You sighed. “…and you gave all that up for farming? I must admit, I’m glad that you did. The town’s brighter with you around.” Penny said, patting your shoulder. “Thanks, Penny. I still contact them, though. Say, do you play League?” “I did a few times with Sam, but it became harder.” Penny replied. You thought for a while. “If you’re interested, I can help you guys play better.” You suggested, focusing back on your book.

#im glad farmer is good but kids i suck at sports games #also i love girls..... and i love this........ i love the sdv girls..... AND I LOVE THIS #submission #aperturegaming011 #bachelorettes #stardew valley bachelorettes #stardew valley

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A conversational reactions of the 12 bachelor/ettes when they realize that the farmer used to be a really popular E-Sports player? (Extended for each bachelor/ette)

Part 2: bachelorettes Abigail: "Hey, farmer!" Abigail chirped as she walked into your farmland. You were in the middle of watering your crops when she came. "Hi, Abby." You reply, giving her a friendly hug. "Still working?" "Mhm." You hum your answer. "Woke up late today." You added. "Let me help you! I wanna play with you." Abigail pleaded. Sighing of how tenacious she was, you nod. "Alright. Do me a favor and water the crops for me." You said, handing the purple-haired girl your watering can. "Yay!" She cheered as she did was you told. Meanwhile, you handled what you've harvested by putting some in kegs and selling some through the bin. With the day's work done thanks to Abigail, you two enter your house and watch some TV shows that you like. Surprisingly, she likes them too. An hour passed when abigail scooted close to you. "Yes?" You asked. "We should play some games together. I heard from Seb that you play StarCraft." Abigail suggested. "Hm? But you don't have your laptop right now." "I can just watch you play, or you know... Take turns." "Sounds good. Follow me. Computer's in my room." You said as Abigail followed you into your bedroom. She sat on your bed as you powered your computer on and turned on the strategy game. "So, who first?" You asked. Abigail smiled at you, signaling that you play first. Nodding, you chose your race and played a random match with a anonymous player. Abigail watched in marvel as you skillfully won the round. "Wow, you're really good at this game!" Abigail complimented. "Thanks. I really like StarCraft." You replied. "You should try playing in E-Sports matches!" "Well, to be honest, I have." With your words, Abigail's jaw dropped. "You're lying." "No, I'm not. I won the national league five times. Still can't beat the Koreans, though." You admitted. "Wow. Just wow. You're awesome!" Abigail squealed as she threw herself to you, making you blush. "Okay, but real talk. Zerg, Protoss or Terran?" She asked once releasing you. "Protoss. My life for Aiur." You replied. Emily: "So, how was it?" Emily asked you, panting. She had invited you into her room to show you dance. Honestly, it was amazing. You jokingly grabbed her shoulder. "You have to teach me those moves!" You said. "Why, thank you!" Emily giggled by your reaction. "Whew! I haven't sweated this much since Abigail's graduation party!" You nodded. "Well, sit down! I'll fix us some coffee!" Soon enough, the blue-haired woman came back with a tray full of cookies and coffee. "Well, thanks Emily." You said as you took a bite out of a cookie. The showcase of exotic fabric and clothes seemed to get your attention. "So, you're really interested in garments design, huh?" You asked. "Yeah! It's my dream to set up a shop here!" Emily beamed. You simply nodded. "How's your farm?" "Farm? It's going fine. It's comparable to what I used to work before." "What was your job?" "I played games." "Videogames? That's a strange way of earning money." Emily skeptically said. "Not just that, I was in the gaming industry. Man, I remember how competitive it was. Fighting digitally over who claims the top... Well, I was at the top, to be honest. In other words, I was a E-Sports player." You explained, sipping your coffee. "Competitive games? Well, I've seen a few articles online about using games for art... We're your games like that?" Emily asked. "You will be disappointed." You replied, shaking your head. "Dota isn't like those games. But if you want to try an artistic game... I think Minecraft would be a good choice. Watch a few videos and you'll see." Emily smiled at your suggestion. Haley: You walk into Haley, who was trying to open a jar of pickled olives but with futility. "Hnnngg! Can't. Get. This. OPEN!" Haley grunted under the resistance of the jar. You decided to walk to her to help. "Need any help?" You asked. "Farmer? You're strong, right?" Haley asked upon hearing you. "Hmm... You can, technically. I work in the farm, after all." "Well, can you open this for me?" Haley requested, holding the sealed jar to you. Before taking it, you wiped any source of moisture from your hands and took the jar from her hands. It took some effort, but you managed to open it with a pop. "There!" You beamed, handing the now opened jar to Haley. "Wow, you really are strong! Thank you!" Haley chirped, taking an olive into her mouth. "All in a day's work." You replied. "You did work in a hard job, didn't you?" "No. Worked as a..." "Gym teacher?" "No. I was a E-Sports player." You replied. "Ooooohh-Kay?" Haley asked, her smile now gone and replaced with a strange look. She was definitely not interested. "It's basically Major Baseball League but with videogames..." "I don't care! Nerd." Haley interrupted you. Sighing, you bid her goodbye while walking out of her house. Leah: "What do you think? I'm revealing the essence of the wood." Leah said as she carved the wooden sculpture. "When we start tending something, we reveal what's inside." "...the same as us humans." You replied, making Leah think, but smile when she realized what you were trying to say. "Yeah, you're absolutely correct!" Leah replied. "I first came to the valley as a child. This place has true art potential!" "Really? I didn't think about that because of... You know, farming." You said. "Of course, just art isn't helping me in paying the bills and laying food on the table..." You nodded at Leah's words. Your friends faced these problems and you did consult them before. "Have you felt that thing before? Chasing something that you like but can't earn enough?" She asked you. "Well, I did before I came here. I did become really famous, but with the cost of health." "Ooh, really? What were you before a farmer?" "An E-Sports player." "That's amazing!" Leah remarked. You could only blush and scratch the back of your head. "...but I do see why you left that life behind. It must've been hard to connect with the natural world when you were so absorbed by the digital world, right?" "Yeah, you're right." You replied. "To be honest, I really miss my fans and the competition. Don't get me wrong, I love farming. But I needed to stay healthy. I nearly died of Vitamin D deficiency." "I understand." Leah nodded. "Too bad I don't have a computer to see what you play." Maru: You were helping Maru on one of her engineering projects after you hanged out with Sebastian, your best friend. You had a USB pen drive on hand so that you could help draw her blueprints in 3D back at your farm. "Thanks for stepping by to help." Maru said. "No problem." You assured. "Seb never helps, even when I tell him that I'll pay." "He's just busy with his own work, Maru. You should understand." You replied."Anyway, I'm here. What blueprint did you want me to make?" "Hold on..." Maru started to shuffle around with a pile of graphing paper. "...here." She said, holding a paper with a detailed schematic of a tool drawn on it. "Do you mind if you scan it?" You asked. Maru nodded as she did as you requested. The scanner turned the document into an image file. "Okay, I'll put it into my USB." You said as you plugged your pen drive into her computer. As Maru dragged the file into the USB, she accidentally clicked another image file in your pen drive, revealing a photo of your past self with five of your friends in your Overwatch team. You were pictured as thrown in the air by your friends as you held a trophy with confetti falling around you all. "Um... Wow. You were a E-Sports player?" Maru asked. Blushing, you sheepishly nodded. "I do watch some gaming videos. I remember this team. They were the best." "Do you play Overwatch yourself?" You asked. "A little bit. Haven't played too much modern games. Too much FPS nowadays." Maru replied. "It's okay. Everybody has their preferences." "No wonder why Seb and Sam were so excited when you were here last week." Maru said, smiling. "Still, you're a good player." Penny: You picked your favorite novel and sat beside Penny in the library. Today was a good harvest day and you have decided to to treat yourself with a good book instead of gaming. "Hello." Penny quietly greeted you with small smile. You smiled back as you opened your book. "You like those series, too?" She asked after taking a glance of your book cover. "Well, yeah. This is my favorite of the series. I just want to keep reading it. It makes me want to be part of the story, you know?" You replied. Penny smiled and gave you a positive hum. "Say, why do you think we read? For me, I read to fuel my imagination." You asked, looking at the ceiling. "For me, I read because I want to get out of reality." Penny sighed, closing her book but marking her page with her finger. "It's hard for me to live a happy life, so reading helps me not think about it. What about you? What do you do in the same situation?" "Me? Well, I play games. Whenever I feel stressed, I play a few rounds with my team. Yoba, I miss them." You replied. "...team?" Penny asked. "Yeah. I had a few family problems, so my E-Sports team cheered me up with gaming together. We were unbreakable." "Wow, you must have been famous." "We won so many tournaments together. I had to give up my dream after grandfather's death." You sighed. "...and you gave all that up for farming? I must admit, I'm glad that you did. The town's brighter with you around." Penny said, patting your shoulder. "Thanks, Penny. I still contact them, though. Say, do you play League?" "I did a few times with Sam, but it became harder." Penny replied. You thought for a while. "If you're interested, I can help you guys play better." You suggested, focusing back on your book.

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