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misshoneyimhome · 3 months

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I’m so glad requests are open again❣️ has anybody requested the innocent reader riding William in the locker room and potentially almost getting caught again? Plus Auston was curious how much she learned from William.

Hey darling! Nope, no one's brought that up before, but now that you have, I absolutely had to dive into it 😉

I mean, who can resist a bit of 3488 magic? 🤍 I'm not exactly hinting at a 3488 scenario, but I'm definitely not against it 🙈

And the locker room… oh yes! 😍🔥 I know you wrote "almost" which apparently my mind completely ignored... 🙃

Warnings; 18+ smut (don't know why I keep putting these warnings 🙈); oral sex (f and m receiving); semi-public unprotected sex;

Word count; 4.8K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VI I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

Everything just felt perfect. Being at William's flat, gradually turning it into your own place, felt more than just right.

Even though you had had your doubts about whether you were ready for it, as you stood in the kitchen enjoying a nice cup of coffee on this particular Tuesday morning, you felt more certain than ever.

William Nylander, your boyfriend, and now the person you shared a home with, went out of his way to make you feel comfortable moving in with him.

Before he’d left for the road trip, he carved out some space for you in the walk-in closet, even though most of it was already taken up by his numerous pieces of clothing and baggy style. His many shoes also claimed a big chunk of the space, but you managed to neatly arrange them next to yours. It looked quite amusing with his chunky Jordans beside your elegant heels and much smaller trainers.

And as you admired how your personal items were placed side by side, you felt confident in your decision.

However, you had also decided to keep your studio just for a little longer, just as a safety net.

It was no secret that you'd been hurt before. Your high school sweetheart may not have been the most adventurous in bed, but he sure knew how to charm other girls. And one day, it had become too much for you.

He was always out with his friends, and girls seemed to swarm around them. To be fair, most of them were quite attractive, and your ex, in particular, always looked flawless. And, it was his charm that had initially captivated you. The same charm he then used on every girl whenever he was out. Though he never actually cheated by sleeping with anyone else, the way he would sit closely with girls, have them in his lap, and enchant them all the way, eventually led you to break it off.

The breakup wasn't exactly pleasant, but you had every right to end it. To put it mildly, your girlfriends were more than supportive of your decision. Only a few sided with him, thinking you were crazy for letting him go. However, in retrospect, it was probably for the best that you weren't friends with those few anymore.

So, as you enjoyed your coffee, you took in the scene before you. The cute little doodles comfortably nestled in their baskets after the morning walk, and the sight of William's flat now being your home too.

It was quiet, with only the distant sounds of traffic several floors down, as you slowly prepared for the day. And while going through it all, you couldn't help but smile as you thought about how quickly you'd established a routine here. During the past week, you had spent every day at the flat, which felt a bit strange given that William was on the road. However, you had also simply enjoyed the time to truly get comfortable on your own.

Yet, despite being busy with work and hanging out with the other wives and girlfriends of the team, you were more than happy that he was now back home. So, Monday you had taken a lazy day on the sofa, having taken the day off to spend time with William. Although your boss wasn't always a fan of it, given that you always put in extra effort whenever William was on the road, he accepted your request for some flexibility.

Today, however, was just another workday for both of you. You would be at the office, and William would have practice all day. And then you'd meet back home in the evening.

It felt so homely, and the more you thought about it, the wider your smile became.

Meanwhile, at the training rink, William was putting all his energy into improving his skills. The road trip hadn't been his best, and he was determined to redeem himself, showing just how much he was truly worth.

And Auston, of all people, couldn't help but comment on his teammate's behaviour a little. As the two of them were the last ones to leave the ice, Auston stood by William at the bench and flashed him a content grin.

"Hey man, no need to punish the pucks like that," he chuckled with a friendly glint in his eye, prompting William to look up at him.

"Guess I just feel a little, you know, from the trip..." William shrugged with a soft smile.

"Yeah, don't we all... but hey, at least you had y/n to come home to."

William chuckled at Auston's comment, knowing that the Scottsdale boy had always had a certain curiosity about your relationship, especially the intimate part.

"Didn't really do much when I got home, was too tired," William smiled. "But then we didn't leave the condo all day yesterday, maybe only to walk the dogs, but other than that, we were in bed all day."

He couldn't suppress his smirk as he recalled yesterday and everything you did and didn't do.

"Only the bed?" Auston mischievously asked, raising his brows flirtatiously.

"Well... And the shower... and the sofa - maybe even the kitchen a little bit."

The boys shared heartfelt chuckles as William spilled the beans about your intimate activities.

Normally, he wouldn't go around sharing details like this, but for some reason, all the teammates seemed rather interested in your sexual life.

Perhaps it was because you’d openly admitted your lack of experience months ago, and knowing William well, all the players had their ideas about why both of you were so happy.

Besides, William did occasionally share a little. He couldn't help but boast just a bit as he mentioned how good the two of you were in bed together. And being single as well and not unfamiliar with the ladies, Auston also often shared his own experiences. It did sound more like conquests than intimate talks, but that's just how guys shared.

Not that you minded that William talked about you like this. Mostly because you also knew that you weren't just a girl he'd picked up for a casual encounter. You were in a committed relationship, so when he shared your intimate experiences, you knew he wasn't referring to you as just a piece of meat.

Especially with Auston, you found it a little amusing. He'd always been the one to poke fun about your sex life, wanting to know if you really were as sweet and cute as you appeared. Perhaps in the beginning, when you first got to know everyone, you were, but not so much anymore.

Not only had you explored various positions with William, but you also had intimate moments during a work meeting, in his childhood home with family around, and even ventured into anal play. You mastered the art of giving him mind-blowing head just as he excelled in orally pleasing you. The universe of bondage, dominance, submission, and light spanking was not left uncharted.

But, despite the array of experiences, there was still a world of possibilities to explore.

And, of course, Auston couldn't resist making a cheeky comment as the boys finished up in the locker room after practice.

"Well, sounds like she's good for you," he chuckled a bit too mischievously for William's liking. However, he brushed it off as typical boyish banter. "You know, you can always give her a private tour of the arena, if you dare," and with a cheeky wink, Auston left William to himself.

Although it was likely intended as a tease, William had a feeling Auston meant it. It wasn't the first time such a dare had been thrown around; in fact, it was often a dare spoken in the locker room as it was a mix of their home territory and the thrill of being caught at any time. Echoing noises through the halls would give away their position and activities, yet the boys found it alluring to show their partners a good time in the arena where they spent most of their time. However, most women didn't like the idea, primarily due to the smell of hockey equipment and sweat - and then the public nature of it all.

Returning from today’s training, William greeted you in the kitchen. Despite having a tiring day, you decided to unwind with a bit of cooking for you and your boyfriend.

And it was more than worth it when William wrapped his arms around your body, hugging you tightly as he kissed the back of your head.

"Well, hello to you too," you chuckled lightly, leaning slightly into his embrace as you tried to cut the last tomatoes.

"Mm, hello, baby," he mumbled into your hair. "Smells good."

You couldn't help but giggle a little.

"My hair or the food?"

"Both, and you..." he added as he placed soft kisses on your neck, gently nipping at your skin.

"Willy," you giggled. "I'm trying to cook here."

It was hard for you to concentrate on the tomato sauce you were making for the pasta and meatballs - Italian-inspired, as it was William's favourite.

"So? I'm hungry for something else…"

And as if you weren't in the middle of preparing your dinner, William had another idea for starters. With a swift move, he pulled you away from the kitchen counter, spun you around, and hoisted you into his arms. His strength was obviously greater than yours, and you surrendered immediately.

Then placing you on the large dining table, William wasted no time in discarding your trousers and unbuttoning your shirt. You weren't at work anymore, so your outfit didn't really matter. With an open shirt, your lingerie completely exposed, William squatted before you and came face to face with your core. Though you hadn't had time to build any sort of arousal, William's dominant moves had you instantly turned on, and your anticipation grew, expecting to be touched.

And you didn't have to wait long. William pulled down your fine panties, threw them across the room, and then tossed your leg over his shoulder, diving in for his first meal of the night.

"Oh, fuck, Willy," you breathed out as his tongue and lips made contact with your sensitive flesh. Your hands supported you on the table as you leaned back, allowing yourself to sink into the pleasure.

"Mmm, baby, my favourite fucking meal," he hummed into your core, sending sweet vibrations through your body before continuing his work.

William always made you feel incredible. You could talk about how he pleased you endlessly with your girlfriends, making them jealous of the man in your life who loved to give and always prioritised your pleasure over his own.

Not that William thought much about it. He just loved pleasing you like this. Perhaps it was the sweet sounds he created from you; he wasn't sure. He just loved the taste of your cunt and the way you squirmed under his touch.

The more you moaned and cried his name, the more turned on he got. He could feel his member growing firmer and twitching in his sweats as your breathing became uneven and your legs pressed onto him, signalling your impending orgasm.

You almost couldn't hold yourself together as William paid his undivided attention to your heat. And soon, you heard yourself whimper as you announced your orgasm about to peak.

So close to the edge, and knowing just how to push you over, William added his two long fingers, and only a few pumps were required for you to let out a deep moan and let yourself feel the orgasm course through your body.

William licked and sucked all the juices you offered him, flicking your clit a few times before he rose and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"You always serve the best starters," he smirked against your lips, and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"And what about my first course?" you asked with a sweet, almost innocent smile.

"It's all ready for you," William chuckled, before you hopped off the table and kneeled before him, pulling down his sweats and boxers, then taking his hard member into your mouth.

"Oh, yes, baby, that's it," William moaned loudly as he felt your warm mouth around him, skilfully coating him with your saliva and moving your head in steady motions.

And you did not hold back. As if William had turned on every button you had to offer, you felt hungry and eager to satisfy him. You let him in and out of your mouth as if you'd been starved for days, and his cock was the only meal you'd been offered. You effortlessly took him all the way down your throat, gagging just enough to make sounds before retreating and regaining your breaths.

"Shit, baby, do that again..."

And so, you did. Forcing yourself to relax the back of your throat, you let his length all the way in, causing your gag reflex to act before you had to pull back.

William saw stars as you did your little trick, something you admittedly didn't know you could do before now. But as he seemed to enjoy it so much, rolling his eyes back in his head, you naturally had to do it again.

"Hnfg... oh fu- I'm gonna come if you keep... mmm doing that."

His thigh muscles clenched under your touch, and you couldn't help but feel proud of yourself as you bopped your head a few more times, sucking him to your best abilities, causing him to let out an uncontrolled grunt and release his cum into your mouth.

Deep sounds escaped from the man above you as you made sure to clean and swallow every bit of his liquids, tasting the saltiness.

"Mmm, baby, you're getting way too good at this," William chuckled as he pulled up his pants, slowly regaining his breath as he came down from his high.

You flashed him a content smirk. "I didn't know I could get TOO good at it... but if that's the case, then I can just... not do it," you offered him a cheeky wink.

"Oh no, no! That's not what I meant," William quickly tried to defend as he watched you walk to the bedroom, where you changed into one of his large t-shirts and a pair of shorts to relax in. "I'm just saying that-"

"I'm giving you such good head that you'll never be able to leave me," you jokingly chuckled, returning your focus to the pot with boiling tomato sauce.

"Well, not that I'd ever leave you," William grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. "But gotta admit that you're most definitely the best I've ever had."

And that sparked something within you. You? The best at this?

Oh, this definitely made your confidence peak.

Turning around, you flashed him a great smile. "Well, I guess just like you athletes need to stay on top of your skills by keeping on training and working hard, so do I."

"Oh yeah, you definitely need to keep up your talents," William eagerly agreed, nodding along with a teasing grin.

Pulling you in for a sweet kiss amidst the delicious smells of your cooking, you both couldn't suppress your joy. What could be better than this? A round of oral pleasure for starters, ensuring both reached an amazing climax, followed by the main course of a proper Italian-inspired dinner. And for dessert? That would have to wait until tomorrow since both of you were defeated by exhaustion and too much pasta.

Unfortunately, the following evening didn't start out as exciting.

Though your day at work had been just fine, having finished everything so you'd be able to leave in time for the game, it didn't go as smoothly for the Leafs.

The match against the Jets proved to be a long one. With no goals through three periods, it extended into thrilling overtime, where Auston finally settled the score with a goal after four minutes and thirteen seconds.

On a brighter note, Sammy had an amazing night. With a standing ovation for his 32 saves and no goals in the net, it was indeed a well-deserved night for him.

William, on the other hand, didn't manage to score a goal or make an assist; instead, he spent two minutes in the penalty box.

Yet, still, cheers filled the halls of the Scotiabank Arena as the players exited the locker room with smiles adorning their faces. Naturally, everyone wanted to secure a win in regular time; however, with the ups and downs the team had been facing lately, this was enough for tonight.

And as the clock ticked away and the hallway slowly emptied out, you found yourself strolling back and forth as you waited for your boyfriend to finish up. It wasn't uncommon for him to be one of the last ones, however, tonight he seemed to be taking a little longer.

So as the final players bid their farewells, you decided to walk into the otherwise forbidden area, as some of the partners would call it. And sitting on the bench in his little stall, William was still in some of his gear.

"You haven't even showered yet?" you chuckled, leaning in the doorway, and looking at your man.

William smiled with his overly smug face as he saw you standing there in your blue jersey, proudly sporting his number and name. Slowly making your way towards him, you cocked an eyebrow on the way.

"Yeah, sorry baby, I just skated a few rounds and shot some pucks... sorry I kept you waiting," he grinned up at you as you came to stand before him, your fingers finding his hair as you gazed down at him, while his hands found the back of your bare legs. His hands felt rough against them, as you'd decided to wear one of your skirts for work today and a pair of boots. However, while waiting, you played a game of mini hockey with Ashton and accidentally ripped your pantyhose.

"Hmm, guess you'll just have to make up for it," you returned his smirk, tracing your fingers through his sweaty hair. "In fact, coming to think of it... maybe we should introduce some punishment at home; like for every time you're late, or maybe when you get a penalty during a game." You teased with a confident smile.

"But then I wouldn't do anything else but getting punished," William chuckled.

"Oh, I did not think of that," you spoke sarcastically with a laugh, and before you knew it, William playfully pulled you into his lap and started tickling you, knowing it was the ultimate form of torture in your book. "Stop! Willy, stop," you almost shouted, and finally, he did, letting you breathe as you straddled him, your legs on either side of him, feeling your intimacy getting a little closer to his groin, which was unfortunately covered by his cup and boxers.

"Hmm, maybe I can already start making up for it now," he mischievously chuckled before leaning in for a deep kiss, letting his mouth gently explore yours as his hand found the back of your head, intertwining his fingers in your hair.

But you had to pull back.

"What... here? Willy, we can't," you expressed firmly, yet you couldn't help but feel your cunt tingle a little at the mere thought.

"Nobody's gonna know," he chuckled darkly, trying to reconnect your lips, but you avoided him.

"Seriously, anyone could walk in at any time..." you tried to argue, but it only seemed to fuel the fire in his eyes.

"Exactly," he merely spoke, and you knew there was no turning away from this. His determination to go all the way in the locker room, potentially on full display, was lit, and you couldn't help but feel turned on as well as he held a firm grip onto you.

Biting down on your lower lip, you met his fiery eyes with a seductive expression. "Alright... but you'll have to get rid of that first," you pointed out his cup, darting your eyes downwards.

And you didn't have to say that twice before he wiggled underneath you, not so elegantly removing the cup from his groin and tossing it behind him.

It was kind of hot, you had to admit that. The way he eagerly wanted you right there, right now, was making you crave him even more.

"Kiss me," he commanded, and naturally, you obeyed. Forcefully, you clashed your lips on each other, swiftly letting your tongues intertwine and mix saliva. His hand held a tight grip on your hair, as well as yours in his. Tugging and pulling his locks, air was stolen from your lungs, and you sensually grinded your intimacy into his slowly growing member.

It wasn't romantic nor gentle. It was hungry, passionate, and lustful. His hands found their way to your buttocks, where they held on and guided your motions, as William increasingly grew more eager to feel himself inside of you.

And as you felt his length hardening beneath you, you moved your hands down his torso, feeling his chest under your palms. You found the hem of his boxers and snuck your hand underneath the fabric.

William let out a moan as you took hold of his length, letting it grow firmer and firmer in your hand as you gently stroked his skin up and down. "Yes, shit baby," he breathed into the kiss, biting on your lower lip as you moved a little faster and held tightly onto his hard shaft.

You felt your own arousal intensify as his moans grew a little louder, his breaths uneven, and his grip on your buttocks tighter.

And just as you thought you had him under your control, William moved a hand between your legs. Gently sliding your lacy knickers aside, he let his finger explore your warmth. Rubbing your sensitive skin, the little bud of nerves, and then seeking out your entrance.

“Willy,” you moaned as you moved your mouth to his neck, tracing kisses up and down his jawline as you whispered to him. “More… I want more.” It almost sounded like a plea, but William didn’t care. He was so turned on that he simply granted your wishes, first inserting two fingers straight into your core. “Fuck, yes.” You moaned into his neck, trying not to sound too loud, while focusing on working his length.

It wasn’t easy to concentrate, as pleasure took over your mind, and both of you kept moaning under your breaths as you pleased each other.

Pumping his fingers in and out of you, William made sure you’d be able to take his cock, working your warmth to make you properly wet for him.

Your mouth returned to his, and you could feel the intensity build up within.

It was messy, with half of William’s gear still on, and your skirt folded up only enough to provide access to your warmth. And as you rode his fingers while giving him a hand job, you were completely forgetting about your surroundings.

“Baby, I want to be in you,” William huskily spoke, and you were more than willing to feel him too. Both withdrawing your hands, you then scooted a little, lifted yourself on your knees so you could line the tip of his cock with your entrance.

With William’s hands on your hips, you let yourself sink down, allowing his length to fill you up.

Moans harmonised as your walls hugged him entirely. And slowly, you began rocking your hips, William guiding your motions as his cock easily moved in and out of your warmth.

Your hands held a tight grip onto his shoulders to stabilise you as you found a steady rhythm.

William always felt so good, and riding him like this gave you a sense of power. However, as always, he wouldn’t want you to think that you were in charge. He was, after all, the dominant one in your relationship, and truth be told, you preferred it that way too.

His hands encouraged you to increase your speed, and so you did. However, it wasn’t exactly easy when William then moved his hand again, his thumb settling on your clit, and you kept moving your hips.

You felt the intensity of pleasure course through your body as he stimulated your inside and circled your clit, and you knew you could come anytime soon.

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” William spoke roughly, also feeling his climax approaching as your tight walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

And as you became more eager to reach the much-needed peak, you sped up, almost overstimulating yourself as you were so close to release.

“Willy, I’m gonna…” you announced your pending orgasm under your breath.

“Yes, baby, come for me…” William returned the husky grunt, his thigh muscles tensing as he was about to let himself surrender to a release as well.

You could almost feel how his hips wanted to thrust up against you, letting him hit you deeper as you moved. And as the tip hit your sensitive spot over and over again, you finally managed to ride yourself to climax. Letting out a loud moan, deep breaths, and clenching your muscles, you cried out as you surrendered to the pleasure.

Yet, William’s hand still guided you to keep moving, as he too let out a dark moan and filled you up with his release.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted as you slowed down your motions, your tense grip gently releasing, and regaining control of your breathing.

You almost collapsed onto his body, feeling yourself pulsating, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you both slowly came out of your high.

And both of you couldn’t help but let out chuckles resting in this position, sharing a tender kiss before locking eyes in an intense stare filled with passion and content. Your fingers gently stroked through William’s wonderful, thick, sticky hair, as his hands rested on your buttocks.

Both of you felt sweaty from the activity as smiles adorned your lips, and you shared this heartfelt moment.

However, just as you were about to untangle from the position, a voice suddenly caught you off guard and made you jump in surprise.

“Can’t believe you actually did it.”

Promptly, you turned around, facing a smug Auston resting in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Aus… what are you…” you mumbled breathlessly, while William merely let out small chuckles.

“Oh, please don’t stop on my behalf,” he added, not even caring about how you showed your embarrassment with rosy blushed cheeks. “I can stand guard if you need a second round,” he flashed you a cheeky wink before exiting the room and letting the door shut close.

You were completely frozen, baffled as you felt William’s cock getting soft under you, and his release slightly dripping from your warmth.

“Oh god,” you cried out, covering your face with your palms as your cheeks felt warm and red. “I can’t believe he walked in on us!”

Swiftly, you moved from your position, correcting your skirt as you stood with a hand to your forehead, considering the situation. But again, William just laughed. Rising from his seat as well, he began taking off the rest of his equipment with an overly satisfied smile.

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s just Auston,” William tried to comfort you, but it had absolutely no influence on you.

“Well, exactly! It’s Auston, our friend, who’d always been commenting on my sexual experience… and now he saw us! He’s probably going to tell everyone how we shagged in the locker room!”

“Well, if he doesn’t, I will,” William chuckled again, pulling up his sweats as he’d decided that showering now would be pointless. “Come on! It was really sexy.”

“Seriously?” you cocked an eyebrow. “You guys think sex in the locker room is sexy?”

“Oh yeah, and believe me, a lot of the guys will be jealous when they hear about it.”

William came in closer to you as he pulled you in for another kiss.

“Hmm… I kind of like making the guys on the team jealous of us,” you grinned with a smirk, thinking about it all.

“Is that so? Well, you definitely made Tony jealous, that’s for sure.”

William’s words hung in the air for a short moment as you stood in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Good – I want him, and all the rest, to know just how good you can make me feel.”

Your voice sounded overly seductive as the deep whisper escaped your lips.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna fucking shout it to the world!”

With content smiles on your faces, you sealed the intense night with a deep kiss.

#18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

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stillnotyourmusebitch · 4 months

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Ain't nothing but a shower scene - Hellboy x Afab!Reader

I am reposting my old hellboy fics on tumblr again.

(These are from my old account)

I had to admit that HB truly had the best shower in the whole of the Colorado B.P.R.D. headquarters. So, when I get the chance to make use of these facilities, you know I will.

But sadly, due to the sheer amount of bloody research I have had to complete over the past eight days, I haven’t been able to see very much of or be anywhere near Hellboy. If it wasn’t for Alice insisting, I really need to take a break and that it wasn’t normal to go so long without sleep, food or the basics of hygiene.

Normally I would flip her off, then go back to my work. Drinking my umpteenth coffee of the day, but I hate to admit it the kid was right. Gods, I could actually smell myself. That is never a good sign.

Marking my place in the old dusty tome I was halfway through reading/translating. I scrape the chair backwards unceremoniously loud along the floor to let people near me know I was in fact leaving the much-needed research table and if anyone messes with my organisation system in my absence, I will ruin them.

Upon standing for longer than needed to walk to the coffee machine and back. Only then did I realise how dog gone tired I really was. Taking my time I slowly and carefully make my way through the facilities many winding corridors. Trying my hardest not to bump into other agents or the walls, until I arrive at Hellboy’s quarters. At the first glance I can see he isn’t there which is both a blessing and a little disappointing.

Yes, I do get the shower and bed to myself for the time being but that also means I missed out on seeing him. We have really become good, close friends.

Now you are probably wondering why I have been mentioning HB a lot. Well that is simple we have been sharing his room ever since a certain someone magically managed to punch a massive hole through my exterior wall and out into the cold mountain air. He claims to have been swatting a fly. Not that there were any in my room at the time. But there was still no need to punch a massive three feet wide hole in my wall with his stone hand at that.

So I am now staying with him for however long it takes to patch the damage up. He insisted on sharing with me as an apology. It’s been over three weeks now and there was still a gaping hole in my quarters wall. I ain’t complaining tho. Hellboy really did have the best rooms in the facility and I’m damn well sure gonna make use of them. Since I had the place to myself I start stripping out of my uniform until I was stark naked and fiddling with the nobs and handles to try and get the water running in the oversized shower exactly how I preferred, amping up the heat to scolding levels that I find great comfort in. Maybe it is because it steams up the entire bathroom area nicely to the point I feel like I’m in a warm, safe cocooned state.

The multiple water jets pummel at my aching back and shoulders. I groan out at the blissfully sensation of my body finally unwinding and relaxing. Oh how I have needed this time to gain back my spark. I grab the bottle body wash that smells just like him. A calming fig and leather scent. I work up the lather in my hands then tackle the layers of dried on sweat and dirt I have accumulated over the past 8 days. Somewhere in between cleaning myself and the warmth of the water. I found that it managed to amplify the scent of the body wash. To the point it felt like he was right there with me. Meer inches behind me.

Maybe I let my imagination get away from me but it was as if his unique stone hand was scratching lazily down my hip. I try to lean back into what would have been his chest only to meet thin air.

“Shit.” I mutter to myself. This is not the time or the place to be thinking such things. Scrubbing the hot water over my face to try and clear my perverted mind of thoughts that were just that. Thoughts.

It isn’t that I don’t find him handsome. Oh I really did I mean that guy can charm the pants off anyone given the chance but we were only friends and nothing more.

“No, get outta your head. Finish your shower and have a damned nap, then back to work you go.” I spoke firmly to myself as I shut off the water.

I left the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and throwing it over my head to begin drying my hair as I wander back into the main part of the bedroom.

Someone clears their throat. I rip the towel off my head to see Hellboy stood there staring at me. His eyes are roaming all the skin available to him and it takes me a second to click I am stood there completely starkers. I try to cover myself but at this point what is the use. He has seen all of me now. I sigh.

“When did you get back?” I try and break the awkward silence as I continue to towel dry my hair.

His duffel bag drops with a thud to bring him back to the question I just asked him.

“Urm, just got back from a mission. Was gonna come looking for you actually.” He was clearly unsure if he was to look away or stare.

“Well you found me Red.” I say as I bend to dry my legs. “What do you want?” I ask casually, unsure where this confidence in my body has come from.

“You.” He breathed out the word in a contented sigh and a goofy smile on his lips.

I definitely heard him correctly trying to hide a creeping smile tugging at the corner of my lips. I stood back up to my full height taking the small grey towel away from my legs and dropped into on the floor.

“I didn’t quite hear that. I must still have water in my ears.”

His gaze drops to the floor

“Well.” I take a step closer to him. “You have me.”

His golden eyes flick up back to mine to see if there was any hint of hesitation or a cruel prank.

“Do I?” His voice low in a sort of warning that if I was messing with him I needed to stop now.

I kept moving slowly closer to him. The warmth of his body begins to radiate into mine from a couple feet away. He could see I wasn’t playing with him and that I really did want this. Whatever this moment was that clung in the warm air left behind by my shower.

As I got close enough to feel his body against mine I turn as take his right hand in mine and pacing it over my hip in the way I imagined only minutes before I had turned the water off. He is hesitant in his touch as all he knows is how to break and destroy with this hand but I want to show him the things he was clearly missing out on.

“You know you do.” Saying these simple words seemed to break the dam in both of us. His left arm winds around me stomach pulling me flush against his chest. His right hand caressing my hip and upper thigh. The contrast of his flesh hand and the stone one is magical. All the while his mouth descends upon my exposed throat kissing and suckling at the flesh marking my skin not that I cared. I grind back against him causing him to break contact and spin me to face him dead on.

“You’re playing with fire (Y/n). Are you sure you want this?” I can see a flicker of concern in his features. His golden eyes are purely molten with lust.

“More than you know big guy. I’m not afraid to get burned.” I scratch my nails down his firm pectorals.

His left hand cradles the back of my neck bringing me in for a kiss that could wake a million princesses, princes, kings, queens. Hell a whole kingdom from a cursed sleep. His lips are so intoxicating and I can’t get enough of him. I leap up as we break for air. His strong arms catch under my thighs and we go back to kissing like the world is going to end. It is bound to happen one day but right now all I need is him. I push at his large brown coat to try and remove the infuriating item of clothing to give me more of him to explore.

Hellboy can feel me pushing at the jacket. Seeing no other way to remove it with me in his arms. He moves us both to the nearest divider wall in his room and pins my body there with the weight and strength of his hips holding me in place as we break apart to gasp in lungful’s of air. I’m sure our lip look kiss swollen from such a fiery kiss that has become one of the best make out sessions I have ever had. He tears away the jacket, letting it drop to the ground, his hands go to my chest and thumbs swiping at my hardening nipples.

I’m chanting in my mind for him to use that mouth on them. He leans back slightly before slamming his hands either side of my head.

“We can stop now if you want. I don’t want to overstep.” I see the genuine concern on his beautiful face.

“I want this Red. I need you.” I rest my forehead against his.

“I could sure get used to this.” He smirks to himself.

“So could I. but unless you fucking touch me I will implode and take the entirety of the mountainside with me..” I grind down on his member that was tenting so wonderfully in his dark trousers.

It was my turn to get him panting beneath me.

“(Y/n), baby. I am trying to have some restraint here as not to hurt you . . . “

“I’m no China doll. You won’t break me. Remember I have advanced genetic healing, anyway I want you to mark me. Let everyone know who it is I belong to.” I say as I stretch my arms up above my head to grasp either side of the thin divider wall and use my legs to pull him back firmly against me possessively.

Hellboy is mulling over my words with a hooded gaze. His left hand grasps my throat squeezing it generously. “Is that right? You belong to me and only me now. You are mine.” His words are almost a low growl as he speaks he moves his lips closer and closer to mine. He speaks the last word with his lips grazing mine.

I mirror the word mine before he descends into another mind blowing kiss. I’m so engrossed in the sensation of our lips moving in perfect rhythm. That I don’t notice he has pried away his right hand from the slight indentation he left on the wall by my head, so he can unbuckle his belt and trousers in a swift movement, freeing his engorged cock to slap up against my ass. He hisses at the skin contact. I feel the stuttering in his hips. He really is trying to stay in control. When his left hand loosens on my throat I break the kiss to grasp that hand and bring the digits to my mouth and suck at them in earnest.

I moan around those fingers as I close my eyes and just being in the moment. I stay like this for as long as either of us could take. When I open my eyes, I pull away his fingers from my mouth with an emphasised pop sound. Then guide them in between our bodies till he feels just how much I truly need him. He easily inserts one digit into me gasping at the wet tightness that greets him. A second digit followed by a third in quick succession are enough to have me moaning his name in an almost scared prayer. He thrusts those fingers so well that the heel of his palm grinds down on my bundle of nerves that sparks lightning through my limbs and curls my toes.

“Ffffffuck (y/n) I’m not gonna last if you keep this up.” He is groaning from the way our bodies are so close to that final embrace we both need.

“Then take me Red. Fuck me and claim me as yours and only yours” I’m so close to falling over that blissful edge of completion when he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips he sees the mess I have become.

“Oh (y/n) Is this all for me? It must be my birthday.” He exaggerates the last sentence by swiping the flat of his tongue up to gather the distinct flavour of my arousal. “Better than I imagined.” He cleans his fingers of my taste.

“Bed now.” I need this man to fuck me and or let me ride him. He chuckles at my enthusiasm but takes my ever so subtle hint to move to the oversized bed. Dropping onto the mattress Hellboy turns at the last moment so I’m straddling those thick muscular thighs of his. “Red, you gotta let me take care of you.”

I push his chest lightly till his back hit the plush covers. I manoeuvre so I am able strip him of trousers and help him kick off those clunky boots to free those cloven feet I rarely get to see.

Crawling up his chest slowly to make sure I still have his full attention, kissing here and there to see if I can hear those wondrous sounds.

“Baby, you’re killing me.” His hands move along my sides to my hips, giving them a firm squeeze. “Please I need more.”

I kiss him once more before positioning body so I can stroke his girthy cock in my palm. He bucks into my palm. I can tell he needs more. Mouth-watering ideas flash into my mind which I lock away for later use.

With is cock still in my palm I move so I can gather up the wetness pooling between my thighs.

“You ready big guy?” I lock eyes with him. He can only nod in agreement.

Slowly I guide him to my entrance. I push down till the head of his cock disappears inside me. I gasp at the feel of him stretching me so sinfully. Inch my inch I lower down onto him until I am completely seating on him.

I watch his face melt into that of awe. Here I am taking his cock so well. Clenching at the thickness of him.

“You okay there (y/n)?” He knows that he is well endowed and some people can’t take him completely the way I just have.

I experiment by rocking my hips gently. We moan out in unison. This urges me to move more and slightly faster.

Hellboy begins to rut up into me, I push down to meet him thrust for thrust. We work up into a pattern that transcends anything my simple fingers could live up to on those late nights alone in my room.

Our left hands interlock as we move as one. The room around us is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, loud moans of each other’s name and the encouragement to go faster and harder.

“I’m so close Red. Please I need to. . .” I cry out.

“Cum for me (y/n). I got you.” His thrusts are becoming sloppy now. I know he is so close too. I lean forward to kiss him once more. This new angle is all I need to climax harder than anything in my entire life. A few more haphazard thrusts later and he spills inside of me.

I slump against his sweaty chest. Grinning from ear to ear which I know he is mirroring above me. We stay like this till we get our breath back. Shakily I climb off him and lay down by his side completely stated.

“Wow.” He turns his head to look at me. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yes I am now.” I try not to yawn but I know I will drift off soon after such a satisfying ‘workout’

He shift on the bed to go and grab something from the direction of the ensuite. He returns seconds later with a damp cool cloth. He takes care of me before climbing back on the bed to pull my against his chest.

“Sleep now. I got you.” I feel him lightly kiss my hairline before sleep takes me.

#jamie writes #my old fic #hellboy 2019 #hellboy imagine #hellboy x reader #reader insert #afab reader #b.p.r.d. imagine #b.p.r.d.#hellboy smut

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Nice to Meet You

Jaime Reyes x Reader

Fandom: DCEU

Summary: You and Jaime have been kicking ass together for years, but you’ve never seen his face before. Hell, you don’t even know his name. That changes one night when he shows up on your doorstep, injured.

Notes: So I had a dream last night that I was in a Miraculous Ladybug situation with Jaime, so have this fic hahaha. Also I have never seen Miraculous so…idek where it came from.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries

Word Count: 1.3k

Reader is: Female, Apollo’s champion

Being a superhero and a normal person with a normal-ish life was not for the faint of heart. You spent your days working in the local history museum, your afternoons getting whatever sleep you could, and your nights sitting by the police scanner, waiting for news of some rogue giant robot or guy with a freeze gun. As it was, you were in no position to expose your identity. Not even to your partner.

Your mission partner, that was, the Blue Beetle.

You’d been fighting crime with him for the past three years, a few times every week. It had started as an accident. He’d show up to the same crime scenes you did, helping evacuate people out of burning buildings, stopping rampaging mutants from the questionable labs popping up around town, redirecting a plane with a broken propeller. It was admirable. He was admirable.

You’d never seen his face. You didn’t even know his first name. You knew his power came from the scarab in his back, an alien symbiote that was bonded to his body. It talked to him sometimes, like a computer, analyzing things. It also served as body armor and a built in artillery of weapons.

The scarab saved his ass a lot, basically. And yours, too. You couldn’t count the amount of times he’d saved you from blows you’d never seen coming.

Which is why you were so surprised to hear a knock on your door, Beetle’s voice on the other side of it sounding…worried.

“Suncatcher? Are you home? I…I…I need some help!”

You were surprised to hear it at all, actually. You didn’t think he knew where you lived.

Also, you weren’t in costume, just in a cropped tee and some sweats, hair pulled back and face bare. Not that your mask covered a lot of your face, but it gave you anonymity. Or at least, you thought it did.

You pushed the thoughts aside when you heard him knock again, preparing for the very real possibility that someone had cloned his voice and was using your public-ish friendship against you.

You lit your fist with power and crept towards the door of your townhouse, peering through the peephole to find…nothing. You pulled the door open slowly and looked around. Sitting on the cement outside your door was a guy with luscious black curls, and, more importantly, a giant gaping wound on his stomach.

“S-Suncatcher?” He asked, meeting your eyes, tears brimming in his own.

“Oh my God.” You dropped to your knees, looking over him. “What happened?”

“Y-you’re…?”

“It’s me. It’s me. I’m here.”

“I didn’t know where else to go…” He confessed.

“It’s okay, hey, can you stand? Where’s Khaji?”

“Offline.” He groaned as you helped him off the ground. It was clear he’d lost a lot of blood. You closed the door behind the two of you and locked it, lowering him onto the couch.

“How long have you been out there?” You asked, assessing the injury.

“Not long.” He assured you, moving to support the wound.

You took a breath, grounding yourself before tapping deeper into your powers, sunlight lit in your palms, creeping up your arms. “Alright Blue, I need to get in there.”

“Jaime. My name is Jaime.” He told you, pain etched across his handsome features. “Nice to finally meet you, sunshine. Wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” You replied, too preoccupied to offer your name in return. You gently lifted the fabric from his battered torso, revealing the wound. It was pretty bad, but it wouldn’t be for long. Using the power from your patron, you extended your hand, your glowing sunlight working to close the wound with warmth and precision.

Jaime watched, his eyes wide. He stared at you as you set to work. It tingled, the spot in his abdomen, where he’d been stabbed repeatedly by a guy with a glowing green sword. But it didn’t hurt anymore. And less than a minute later, it wasn’t there at all, completely smoothed over without so much as a scar.

You turned your attention to his face, where there was a cut across his nose, a purpled bruise on his chin.

If Khaji was online, he was sure she’d tell him about his increased heartrate due to your proximity, that focused look in your eye as you soothed his pain away. But she wasn’t. That was a problem he’d have to solve later.

The glow in your palms dimmed and you met his eyes, looking relieved. “Any other injuries I should know about?”

“Nah, I think that about covers it.” He replied, still staring at you. Maybe he’d never stop. “How did you…?”

“My patron, Apollo. The god of…well, lots of stuff, but healing is one of them. I’ll leave him an offering later.” You explained. “He’s pretty chill, as far as deities go. Met him when I got my job at the museum and, well, the rest is history.”

“That’s really cool.” He said, sitting up without trouble. “I didn’t know that.”

“I guess it never came up.” You shrugged. “My name is (Y/N), by the way. Would have introduced myself earlier if I wasn’t so busy trying to prevent you from bleeding out in my apartment.”

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

You smiled. “Don’t mention it.”

He took in your face, seeing most of it for the first time. He smiled, eyes soft and sparkling, voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re really pretty, (Y/N).”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Jaime.” You looked him over, taking him in for the first time. Warm brown eyes, a handsome face, fluffy black curls, toned build. “Can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this under that suit of yours.”

He laughed, sheepish. “We should have done this sooner.”

“Way sooner.” You agreed. “Not the fatal wound part, of course, but…we could have gotten coffee or something.”

“Why didn’t I think of that?” He murmured, leaning closer. “If I’m moving too fast, stop me.”

“You’re not.” You replied, a hand cupping his face as you pressed your lips to his. He melted at the contact, arm settling around your waist and tugging you closer to him. “I’ve been waiting to do this for…so long.”

He rested his forehead against yours. “That makes two of us.”

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At the museum, a few weeks later, you sat at the guide desk in the center of the lobby, typing away on your laptop, researching an ancient relic Apollo was interested in, a necklace he’d gifted to the Oracle of Delphi that had gotten into the wrong hands.

Someone cleared their throat. You looked up to find Jaime there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Is this where I find the pretty tour guide? If she’s not too busy, that is.”

“Jaime!” You leapt to your feet, walking around the edge of the desk and straight into his arms.

“Hey, sunshine. Thought I’d come brighten up your day.”

“My day has been brightened.” You assured him, pressing a long kiss to his soft lips.

“Khaji, not now.” He murmured, cheeks burning red.

“Hi, Khaji.” You whispered.

He chuckled. “She says hi.”

“This must be Jaime. I’m (Y/N)’s coworker, Jess.” Your favorite coworker introduced. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. Is it alright if I steal her for a bit? I’m excited to finally see the place.”

“Oh, of course. You two have fun. I’ll put those in water for you.” Jess said, taking the flowers with a careful hand and a knowing smile.

Jaime took your hand and you led him proudly through your workplace. You loved getting to know the real him, without a mask in the way. Finally, your two lives had combined into one and you couldn’t be happier.

#jaime reyes x reader #jaime reyes #jaime reyes imagine #blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #dc

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Oh the lengths I'd go to see the bts of the apartment fight scene 😭😭😭😭😭 that must've been so tough on FirstKhao but JFC???!?!?!??? THEIR TALENT???????? I'm still in shock, I'll need the whole week to recover

Judging by the five (5!) asks I have in my inbox, y’all really want to talk about the apartment scene 😂 So let’s do it!

First, just a little background on me. I work with addicts on a daily basis and although it’s not alcohol addiction I’m dealing with, the psychology of it is the same. I’ve seen a few people be critical of Ray choosing to change for someone other than himself, but—and I cannot stress this enough—if someone wants to change at all, I don’t really give a fuck what their reason is. Do you know how hard it is to make people want to change?

In my experience, most people want to change for someone else because most people with an addiction have already been so beaten down by the addiction itself that they no longer think they’re worth saving. Someone genuinely wanting to change for themself comes later. At the beginning, people are usually motivated by their family.

The danger of this, of course, is that if you lose your reason to change, you also lose your motivation to change, and this is what we see happen between Sand and Ray in the apartment scene.

Ray spends the majority of this episode very blasé about rehab. He still doesn’t think he has a problem and is essentially just going through the motions to please Sand. He’s throwing away his wine bottles, but not in a way that’s permanent. He doesn’t pour them out. He doesn’t even get rid of all of them and he’s sipping on a glass of whiskey as he does it. He’s doing it for show. So when he learns that Sand isn’t just asking him to go to rehab out of the goodness of his heart—that he’s getting paid to do it—Ray finally has what he has wanted all along: an excuse not to go.

I think something people don’t talk about enough when it comes to addiction is how comforting the addiction is to the person who’s addicted. It’s their security blanket. It’s the thing that helps them get through the day. Often, it’s the only thing that makes them want to be alive even as it’s slowly killing them. Any normal person is going to be resistant to that change. So Ray gives Sand what he thinks is an impossible ultimatum: You tell your father who you are (something you have spent the past twenty-two years not doing) and I will go to rehab.

Only Sand cares about him so much that he actually does it.

I truly believe that even in the absence of Ray’s father paying Sand, their blow-up in the apartment would have happened anyway. Ray would have found something to sever ties with Sand over because without Sand, he has no obligation to go to rehab. Addicts will do anything—and hurt anyone—to keep the source of their addiction close. And I also think that there’s still a part of Ray that wants to save Sand from himself. He said it to Mew early on: “You deserve a nice guy.” Ray thinks Sand deserves someone better.

Khaotung acted his ass off this whole episode, but what I really loved was the nuance First brought to Sand’s character. He lets Ray yell because he knows he’s done wrong, but he also understands that they aren’t just yelling about the money. He knows Ray doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying. Sand has always refused any money Ray gave him. He’s been nothing but caring. Nothing but kind. He knows that Ray’s trying to push him away and he has no choice but to let him. No choice but to continue letting Ray hurt himself.

And then, after the fight, we see Ray drinking again, no longer even trying to pretend, and my favorite part of the entire episode is the fact that what makes Ray finally choose to get help is the knowledge that he has hurt Sand. The realization of how much pain he has caused him. The acknowledgement that this relationship is the most important thing to him and he’s willing to do absolutely anything he can to save it.

My dad got sober for me and my sister. My best friend got sober for her unborn child. That is the kind of love we're working with here. The kind of love that makes you want to be a better person.

#only friends the series #asks #but yes the bts are going to be crazy #they'll probably have me sobbing again #how much do you want to bet first was just sitting there the whole time like “don't cry don't cry don't cry” 😂

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My thoughts on Madame Web

I’m still confused why people hate Madame Web? I’ve seen the film 4! times, and love it eveytime. And that’s coming from someone who’s normally very critical of superhero movies. I know this film has some flaws. Some plot points don’t make sense and the script can be a little “odd” at times. But none of that ruins this film for me. But honestly that’s what makes it more fun! It’s not horrendous!

Also it’s a superhero movie! Why would you go into it expecting a masterpiece?! Every superhero film is like that in my opinion. None of them are perfect or Oscar winning films. Why would you think Madame Web was going to be different? Of course it was gonna be goofy and wild! It’s a superhero film!

Also, WOMEN! I am bias because I am a lesbian and adore anything with a woman in the centre role, But the other reason I love this film is because it is so female focused. Men play a backseat in this movie. Oh sure the main villain is a man, but who cares about him?!! He’s literally the bad guy trying to kill innocent teenage girls. Like I don’t care about you! Glad he died. The film focuses on motherhood too. Which is another reason I enjoy this film. Just seeing Cassie bond with the girls and learn to care for them, is honestly the sweetest thing. Probably the thing I enjoy most about the film! I love seeing her slowly learn to love and protect those girls. I think that’s very special.

Like most films I watch, there’s always parts that I find boring. I found most scenes with the villain to be boring. He was a man so I don’t care. The only issue I had with the film was Cassie’s trip to Peru. It was very short and definitely could have been fleshed out more. It’s the only real issue I have with the film. It was a bit jarring that she was gone “a week” but really just felt like a day. I do wish it had been stretched out a bit longer and actually shied her learning her powers and learning more about what she can do and how she can use them.

I honesty loved some of the plot holes. My other absolute favourite part of this movie was The Taxi. He’s my favourite character! The fact that she could leave the taxi at the airport and then get it back again and drive it home was hilarious! Like that’s so goofy! I love it! I think it adds to the charm of the film! Most superhero films have plot points like that. I adore that taxi and I like to think she still has that taxi in a garage somewhere.

That opening scene was a little goofy in terms of the script. I honestly thought I was watching a movie within a movie. It was a little “odd”. I have no other words to describe it. I Guessssss I can see why that would turn people off the film…. And also the whole “power and responsibility” lines were pretty eye rolling.

It also breaks my heart to know that Dakota hated working on this film. I guess it is pretty different I what she has normally done in the past. And also it’s never fun to see your film get panned by audiences and critics. But I absolutely adore this film and I wish she could see that. It means we most likely will never get a sequel, which fine….. but I would have liked to see how the girls actually got these powers in the first place. We know they do, but I would love a second movie to explore how and why they get powers. Also I really just want to see the girls bonding as a family.

Is it not enough that I just want to enjoy a silly little film? It’s not perfect but it fun. It’s a silly film that is just a blast to watch. Why does it have to be perfect? Why can’t it just he silly? I love watching this movie and I will watch it again and again.

But also, I don’t want to know why you hated this film, because I will absolutely cry. This is my special film and I don’t want anyone else opinion to ruin it for me. I will have a meltdown. I already have.

#madame web #dakota johnson #I will defend this movie #I love it so much #should I mention that I’m autistic #marvel

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16/07/2023 Devlog

Hallo! Time for a quick devlog here on tumblr.

Summary:

Music and SFX coded in

Flowcharts have been set up, coded, and a basic test run

The Ramble:

So in the past two weeks, as I said, I basically coded all the music and SFX for Yuu's route. Had to go grab a few new and very specific SFX for this route and was amused that I got to re-use that one slurp from Quill's route. LoL You know the one.

And I did the flowcharts.

The flowcharts are a bit of a process - I have to set up templates, then create the images, then code them (which is a process of coding the flowchart screen, declaring the variables, then going to put the variables all in the right places.

Coding the flowchart screen involves getting the exact coordinates of every "module" in the flowchart, which is always a bit time consuming.

Anyway. It's all done now.

There are just under 1900 individual modules noted on the flowcharts across all routes. 👀

So yeah. Most of my time was spent setting those up! And now it's done.

Upcoming Weeks:

I know that for at least the next week I'll be working on coding sprite expressions. I'm actually not sure how long sprite expressions will take. There are between 6000 - 6500 expression changes per route and though I've already coded *some* of the expressions it's not really enough to be significant.

I may also do some sprite art (I have a couple of side character sprites to complete for this route) this week as well. Coding sprite expressions is really tedious and I can't do it for 8 hours straight so usually while I'm doing expressions, I work on other things too to give myself a break.

What else I will work on may vary but expressions will be the next big undertaking.

And that is where we are with Yuu's route.

When Stars Collide:

I did say I would talk more about this game in a future update. We are in the future now so I guess I will discuss it.

So first off, I did decide I wanted to get the BGs re-done for this game. For...a variety of reasons. There's been a small hiccup in that process but I should still be getting replacements, slowly but surely.

I finished all of Daaz's route scenes and have started on Noel's scenes. I think I may revisit trying to write and complete each chapter for all characters going forward. There are some drawbacks to trying to complete entire character routes all the way to the game ending (which I did kind of expect so...)

Anyway, the game is just shy of 300,000 words at the moment.

And I'm not saying there's a new character named Kav who is one of the lab gremlins and who may or may not be the sort of character that makes you want to strangle him.

But honestly. All of that might be true.

It might be true that this character has been haunting me for a while and that even though I REALLY wanted to keep this game to 5 routes, I may need to expand it by one (1).

And that's it for both games. I will see you in a couple of weeks.

~Esh

#gilded shadows #whenstarscollide #updates #amare game #indie otome game

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 1 year

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Stormy Weather

Summary: While you’re struggling to get home from a month-long mission, Jeff and Natasha seek comfort from missing you.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1408

Warnings: None

A/N: Hiii, sorry I know I haven’t been posting much lately. I’ve had so many ideas, but I can’t seem to get them written in a way I actually like. Plus, my motivation to write only ever seems to come when I’m at work and can’t write 😭 I’ll try my best to start posting more regularly again but no promises, thank you all for sticking around :) comments and reblogs are much appreciated :)

This was also based on an ao3 comment from a fic MONTHS ago, that I just got round to actually writing 😭

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

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Natasha rubbed her eyes harshly. Staring at the screen day after day was taking its toll. 30 days this would be; 30 days since you had gone on a mission that should have only been two weeks.

There were complications, and she knew you didn't have the time or the means to contact her directly. But she was exhausted, barely sleeping, needing to be there in case you *did* manage to get in contact.

Natasha knew she couldn't have gone with you. No matter how much it would have alleviated her worries, she had other priorities. Working on the desk side of the same mission would be enough for her.

Patters of rain made Natasha jerk her head up. No light came through the window, but the circles of water indicated that the predicted storm was on its way. Natasha sighed; she'd been far too engrossed in work to even notice nightfall. She hoped Jeff had been okay with her absence.

After a sigh and a stretch, the door to the home office opened, and Natasha stepped out. A break was necessary, and some company would do her and Jeff some good.

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Natasha reached the living room entrance before she paused, staying quiet to see a scene of innocence play out.

Jeff had padded right past her; the Blahaj he carried acted as blinders for his peripheral and even blocked some of his front-facing vision. Natasha watched as Jeff shuffled and hopped to see over his stuffed shark, before the sofa blocked her view.

Natasha watched Blahaj’s tail slowly disappear before she followed. Jeff had been working longer than she’d seen, as pillows and blankets lined the sofa, along with a few stuffed animals you had bought for him.

Jeff froze when he noticed Natasha was watching. The two stared, unblinking, for seconds that seemed to stretch. Then Jeff flopped, his back legs dropping into a seated position and his head bowing.

“Is that Y/N’s t-shirt?” Natasha asked gently, pointing at the white shirt half pulled over the Blahaj’s head.

Jeff followed his nod with a dejected “mrrr”. Natasha knelt in front of him; she noticed tears beginning to form in his eyes. “Miss,” Jeff signed.

The rain was getting heavier against the window, and Natasha knew the thunder and lightning were soon to begin. Jeff would need her comfort.

“I miss Y/N too; it’s been just us for a while, huh?”

“Mrrr.” Jeff nodded again.

“Let me help you with this then,” Natasha stated, finally catching Jeff’s attention when she pulled Blahaj between them. Jeff pushed under Natasha’s outstretched arms to take a position on her lap, reaching out to pull the shirt on properly.

Natasha’s expression softened; she could see how much Jeff missed you, yet all she could do was sit and wait with him. She hardly knew more about your whereabouts than the land shark, but at least he had the bliss that came with ignorance, lacking knowledge that you would ever be in danger.

“Mrrr,” Jeff hummed, grabbing and stretching to wrap his arms around more than just the shirt. It pulled Natasha out of her thoughts, her focus returning to the room. A stuffed toy in her hands, the weight of the land shark on her lap, the sound of the rain and a distant rumble of thunder outside-

Jeff repeated his whine. Natasha bent her arms until Jeff could cling onto his plushie, wrapping his limbs around it as much as he could and squeezing it tight.

In turn, Natasha drew Jeff closer. Her hidden hand kept Blåhaj upright, knowing Jeff would reject the help but tumble off her lap without it.

Their peace was interrupted by the first - sudden - rumble of thunder. Natasha and Jeff reacted immediately; the Black Widow startled at the sound but reflexively pulled Jeff closer. Meanwhile, the land shark squeezed Blahaj tight and buried himself in Natasha’s lap.

“That was loud.”

“Mrrr.”

“Are you okay, Jeff?”

“Mrrr.” He shook his head, face still pressed firmly into the soft plushie.

“The thunder is scary, I know-”

“Mrrr!”

“-but it can’t hurt you here. I’m with you. Why don’t we finish what you started? Turn all these pillows and blankets into the best fort we can make. How does that sound?”

“Mrrr.”

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One month away from this warmth. One month away from your fiancee and your land shark. The need to find them filled your mind; there was nothing you wanted more, to finally be able to while the evening away, to do nothing but bask in their companionship. As suddenly as quiet settled in your surroundings, so too did the thoughts in your mind, trailing away until you felt at peace. The mission report could wait.

Flashes of the mission ran through your mind, of mess-ups, mistakes, twists and turns, of constantly battling to just get home. You hardly even noticed the pouring rain, too caught up in your thought; even on your way back, the weather revolted against you. A long sigh left you when the door clicked shut.

A cosy quiet came with it. Appliances and radiators hummed throughout the house, while the noises of the thunder and rain diminished the second the door shut. With the quiet, even your brain began to relax, focusing on the warmth and safety you had spent a long month missing.

One month away from this, away from your land shark. Away from your fiancée. Did they know you were returning? Natasha would be greeting you if she'd seen the mission success, but then again, data had been patchy on the field, and you weren't even sure it had been sent.

And Jeff would be barrelling in to greet you if he'd heard the door shut.

It seemed, for once, you had the element of surprise upon your return.

As quietly as you could manage, you shed your outer layer of clothes and hung them up to dry. Jeff would always be excited to see you, but you doubted Natasha’s enthusiasm if you traipsed dripping garments through the house.

Through the pattering rain, you made out the faint noises of the TV, soft voices that guided your search to the living room.

You’d missed home. Even a perfectly created mission left an absent feeling, a creeping loneliness you struggled to put your finger on. But it was this; missing the small captures of life: a scene too spontaneous to be planned and small enough to oft be overlooked.

A dazzling fort of cushions and blankets adorned your sofa. You wouldn’t be surprised if Tony Stark himself had built it; it was a feat of engineering. However, the actual creators hadn’t strayed far. In the middle of it all lay your two loves; Natasha dozed with her arms loosely wrapped around Jeff. The pair of them held Blahaj tight against Jeff’s stomach.

They still faced the TV, but from the look of the channel, sleep had taken hold of them far before you arrived. Orange chickens flooded the screen, seeming to be the focus of the program – Jeff’s worst nightmare. The land shark had been much more cautious around them since his encounter with Susan, the farm chicken who looked identical to those on TV. Jeff couldn’t have slept knowing his feathered foes were just a screen away.

You switched it off; just in time. Another wave of thunder rumbled, and you saw Natasha tremble in her sleep, her grip on Jeff and Blahaj tightening. Tight enough to wake the land shark.

Jeff awoke slowly; he sought comfort and warmth in Natasha’s arms while he blinked his way into full awareness. The moment he saw you was clear; his eyes and mouth widened, and his tail thumped up and down repeatedly. That is…until he remembered his situation. Very quickly, Jeff stilled, then moved a finger to his lips.

“You don’t want me to wake her?” you whispered, an estimated translation of his actions. It took a few more signs from Jeff for you to understand.

“Mother. Didn’t sleep. Tired. And scared.”

"And you're not scared?" you signed back.

"Jeff brave."

"You’re the bravest, Jeff.” As you spoke, the thunder rumbled once again. Jeff’s fingers dug into his stuffed toy, with a slight whimper escaping that you pretended you didn’t notice. “Thank you for looking after Nat for me; you’ve done it so well.”

“Now… is there room for three in that fort? I think it’s time we napped.”

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flohamilton · 2 years

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hi there! so this is kinda related to your “a confession” imagine so if you don’t wanna do this request i totally understand!! but i was wondering if you would be down to write a hurt/comfort imagine with eddie? the reader has a fear of intimacy and vulnerability due to past trauma of being used by people. so when the reader and eddie are having a very soft and romantic moment, reader just kinda crumbles in front of him bc omg ???? someone is actually being gentle and loving with them and reader just can’t handle it, but eddie is super loving and patient with them, reminding the reader that they are safe with him and helps to ground the reader. just overall fluff at the end with caring eddie :)) thank you so much <3

dear anon!!! thank you sm for this request, i truly love writing soft eddie so this was a pleasure to write. soft eddie heals my heart, so i hope you enjoy

premise: when Eddie surprises the reader with a romantic stargazing date, reader can't help but to get overwhelmed at the intimate gesture

paring: Eddie Munson x reader warnings: subtle mentions of rape and abusive relationships, panic attack, smoking, drinking (wine) (for the purpose of this, they are 21 +), some cursing, kissing category: hurt/comfort, angst and fluff word count: 3k I decided to take the route of reader being in an abusive/non-consensual relationship so just wanted to give an extra tw for that. It’s not explicitly mentioned, but eluded to

trust and stargazing - eddie munson x reader

“Eddie can you please tell me where we’re going?” You begged from where you were sat in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van.

“No, I can’t. It wouldn’t be a surprise if you knew, now would it sweatheart?”

“Okay fine but is the blindfold necessary?” You asked, adjusting the makeshift blindfold tied snug around your head, which was actually Eddie’s black bandana. You couldn’t quite make out the terrain but the smooth road had turned to gravel, that you were sure of.

“Yes, completely necessary,” Eddie said, you couldn’t see him, but you knew he had a wide grin on his face just from the tone of his voice. You felt his hand reach over and grasp yours. “Just trust me babe.”

After a few more minutes you felt the van come to a stop as Eddie shifted into park. He opened his door and quickly made his way to your side, opening the door and grabbing your hand to help lead you out of the van.

“Okay, just keep holding my hand,” Eddie said as he led you away from the van. With your sight prohibited, you were overly aware of your other senses. You could feel a cool breeze, sending a shiver up your spine. You also heard a faint rustling sound - almost likle water. You guessed you were at some sort of body of water. The quarry? Maybe Lover’s Lake?

Eddie slowly came to a stop and went behind you to remove your blindfold. You could feel his gentle fingers, delicately undoing the knot. The sensation of his fingers in your hair sent another shiver up your spine. You hoped he didn’t notice.

“And here we are,” Eddie said, a non-egotistical pride in his voice as he stepped back beside you now.

You gasped, taking in the scene before you. You were right, you were at Lover’s Lake. A blanket was laid flat on the ground just off the shoreline. A few pillows from Eddie’s bed and his large blanket were strewn about, along with a bottle of wine, two glasses, a box from your favorite bakery from downtown, and a bouquet of pink roses mixed with baby’s breath, wrapped in an iridescent cellophane.

“Eddie you didn’t have to do all this,” you said, feeling your eyes begin to prick with tears.

Eddie knew you were having a rough week. You chalked it up to having a rough few days at work. Rude customers was all. But Eddie wasn’t so sure that was it. He didn’t want to push you or badger you. He wanted to plan a little date, something to cheer you up, to try and help you take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

You and Eddie had been dating for just over a month. The relationship was fun and new and exciting. But also scary. You were still very shy around Eddie, straying away from his touches, tearing you eyes away from him if contact prolonged more than five seconds. Eddie assumed you were just shy and reserved, a common trait for anyone in a new relationship. However you knew the real reason, but you chose to push those nagging thoughts aside as you focused your attention back to your thoughtful boyfriend.

“I know,” Eddie said moving closer to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. “But you deserve it. I know you’ve had a tough week and I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”

You could have broken down with that sentence alone. No one had gone out of their way to so something to thoughtful like this for you before you.“Thank you Eddie, really,” you said as you picked up the bouquet to admire its beauty, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen. “This is so sweet.”

“C’mon, let’s sit down. We can drink this wine and eat these cookies and then we can stargaze. I may or may not have stolen Henderson’s telescope and it may or may not be in the back of my van right now.”

You let out a hearty laugh, plopping down next to Eddie as he poured the wine carefully into your glass. “He’s going to kill you when he realizes his telescope is missing.”

“Oh I know,” Eddie said, pouring his own glass of wine and taking a small sip.

You settled into a comfortable silence, listening as the soft waves of the lake crashed to the shore. It was a light and calming sound, one that comforted you as you tried to slow your heart. You told yourself it was just jitters, being on this romantic date with Eddie. It was jitters, nervous and excited and happy jitters.

“Hey, you okay, sweetheart?”

“Oh yeah, fine. Just listening to the lake.”

“It’s nice, huh?”

“Yeah real nice.”

Eddie knew you were distracted. He couldn’t be sure but he had a hunch that whatever was bothering you this week was still plaguing your mind now. He was still relatively new to this relationship thing. He wanted to be there but he didn’t exactly know how.

“C’mon, let’s look at the stars,” Eddie offered leaning back onto his elbows, encouraging you to lay next to him.

You were hesitant but also so eager to get closer to Eddie. You wanted nothing more than to feel his soft touches, his hands rest in yours, cool and calloused from years of playing guitar. You wanted to feel his heart beat against yours. You wanted to be closer to him but yet you hesitated. You wanted that more than anything but your mind would not afford you peace. Thoughts lingered in the back of your head. Bad thoughts. Thoughts of doubt. Doubt that you could trust Eddie. Doubt that he would take advantage of you. Doubt that he was just using you, buttering you up with wine and your favorite cookies and flowers just to get something more. To use and discard you, just like someone before.

But you knew that Eddie was not him, not your ex. You knew he was a soft and gentle soul who longed to take care of you. Eddie had been nothing but loving and supportive toward you since beginning your relationship. You trusted Eddie. Trusted him with your life, but there were parts of your brain. Deep and dark. Ugly and twisted and damaged parts of your brain that made you think otherwise.

But you ignored them as you immersed yourself into his presence, taking a small bit out of the sugar cookie. You ignored the way your gut lurched as you laid down and you rested your head on Eddie’s chest, as his hand wrapped across your shoulder, gently rubbing up and down your arm. This isn’t your ex. This is Eddie. You are safe.

“So how was your day Eds?” You asked, forcing your mind to distract itself. You wanted to submerge yourself in Eddie. He was so good for you. You knew all of your fears and anxieties would melt away if you just talked to him. Being around him made you better.

You were settled into him now. Resting you head on his chest, taking in his scent of cedar and stale cigarettes. And maybe something more. It was a scent that brought you immense comfort. Like home. Eddie wrapped his arm protectively around your shoulder now, rubbing up and down your arm.

“It was good,” He sighed in contentment. “I wrote a new song, I can’t wait to play it for you.”

“I can’t wait to hear it,” you beamed, over at him, for a moment before returning your gaze to the night sky. It was the perfect night to stargaze. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, and your were far away enough from town that the street lights didn’t outshine the stars.

“I missed you today. I hate being away from you.”

“I know,” you said. “I hate it too, babe. Thank you for this,” you said gesturing to the set up Eddie had organized.

“Of course, anything for my girl. Any chance I get to be with you makes me the happiest. Ever.”

Your eyes connected with Eddie's for a moment before his lips met yours softly. He was so gentle with you. He pulled you closer to him but with such precise care, as if you were made of glass and would break it he applied too much pressure. You could tase the wine on his lips and the faint reminisce of a cigarette he must have smoked before coming to pick you up. His tongue ran across your lips gently and you hummed at the sensation as your parted you lips, deepening the kiss. His hand had moved to your cheek now, grasping your face and rubbing your cheekbone softly with his thumb, occasionally brushing against your eyelashes. After another moment Eddie pulled away and you both sighed, slightly breathless.

He looked at you, his big brown doe eyes, filled with so much love and sincerity. He began by peppering your nose with a small peck, then moved down to your cheek and then your forehead, causing you to giggle as he left a trail of tiny kisses on your face.

“I love you, y/n,” he said, sounding somewhat breathless, you could feel his heart beating against you.

You felt yourself begin to crack. You really didn’t want to cry in front of Eddie. Not after he planned this entire date, not after he kissed you like that, with so much passion yet so gently and lovingly. Not after he has just said “I love you” for the first time. Yet you couldn’t stop yourself when your eyes filled with tears and you let out a small sob.

“Woah, h-hey, I’m sorry!” Eddie said, sitting you both up gently and putting some distance between you. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Shit I didn’t mean to freak you out by saying that so soon, its just -”

You cut Eddie off with another sob, “No, I love you too,” you said, voice taught with emotion.

Eddie looked horrified now. He wasn’t sure how you sobbing and saying “I love you” for the first time correlated, but he pushed those thoughts aside and scooted closer to you know. He wrapped a protective arm around you shoulder, rubbing your upper back softly.

“Why are you crying? Are you sure I didn’t hurt you or something?”

“No, no never.” You paused, taking a deep unsteady breath, trying to gather yourself. “Its just that - no one has ever been so gentle with me.” You cried, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your head on them. “I’m not used to it,” you said, voice meek and barely audible, making Eddie’s heart feel like a piece was breaking off, crumbing to the bottom of his stomach.

“Honey please talk to me,” He said, large hand rubbing up and down you back now, “What’s got you saying that?”

Your upper lip trembled as you continued to bury you head into your knees. You gathered yourself, taking a deep breath, knowing that you were about to open up and tell Eddie the hard stuff.

“I dated a guy,” you said, looked up, pausing to wipe the stray tears that had made their way down to you chin.

“It was a while ago, like a year, year and a half,” you said wincing, not wanting to hurt Eddie by taking about your past relationship. “He uh … he wasn’t like you. He didn’t treat me the way you do.”

Eddies eyes widened as he listened to you, a park of his eyes growing dark as he spoke. “Did he hurt you, baby?” Eddie could almost feel his own eyes filling with tears at the sight of your distress.

You could only nod you head, unable to speak for a moment as more tears rushed from your eyes. “N-not physically. I mean sorta. He crossed some physical boundaries I had. He knew I wasn’t ready but he forced me-”

Now Eddie was the one cutting you off, “It’s okay, you don’t have to say it. I know, I get it.”

“Yeah,” it was all you could say. Letting out a harsh sob as Eddie pulled you tight into his chest.

“I”m so sorry,” he cooed, holding your head protectively against his chest as you cried. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

You cried, it was all you could do. You cried for the pain your ex had caused you. You cried for the way he made you fear being intimate and vulnerable. You cried because no one had ever been so caring as the way Eddie was caring for you right now. Holding you in his lap, slightly swaying back and forth, whispering softly into your ear, “I won’t hurt you, I won’t let that happen to you. You are so strong, y/n. So damn strong.”

You began to feel your breathing slipping from your control, your chest rising and falling rapidly from the sobs that were wracking your body. Fearing you had revealed too much, that you would scare Eddie away.

“Woah, hey breath, y/n. Just breathe, sweetheart.” Eddie took you hand and placed it on his chest. “Feel my heart. Try to follow my breathing, baby.” He inhaled a slow and deep breath and you tried your best to mimic it, but your lungs felt like they were on fire.

“I can’t,” You cried, chest heaving more rapidly now.

“Yes, yes you can, breathe. Just breathe,” Eddie said in an extraordinarily calming and even tone, still clasping your hand against his heart, his eyes looking deep into your soul.

You followed along as Eddie took another large inhale, this time you were able to follow him as he exhaled. You repeated the process a few times, gradually gaining your breath.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, finally getting your breathing a back to normal.

“What, why would you have anything to be sorry for?”

“For all the times I’ve been emotionally blocked off. And all the times I have avoided being close with you - intimate with you,” you sputtered out, cheeks heating up with embarrassment.“It wasn’t you and it wasn’t because I don’t want to. Believe me. It was just the memories from him. My mind would take me back to a dark place and that scared me.”

“Sweetheart don’t apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for, truly.”

“No I do, Eddie. I’m sorry for freaking out, I didn’t want that to happen but… But in my mind that could have gone very differently just now. But you were so gentle and soft with me. And, and I’m just not used to it. I’m damaged.”

“Hey. Stop that. None of that,” Eddie said, taking your face in both of his hands. “You are not damaged. None of this if your fault. It was that asshole, not you. Please believe that,” he spoke with sincerity, causing you to tear up again.

“I want you to know that you’re safe with me,” Eddie continued, still holding you. “Always. You don’t have to be sorry … about the intimacy. If you don’t want to then I don’t want to okay? I would never ever make you do something you don’t feel good about, alright? I always want you to feel comfortable around me. I’m sorry if bringing you here implied I wanted something more. I know Lover’s Lake has that reputation but I just wanted to take you somewhere nice quiet so we could just be with each other.”

“Okay,” you sighed, feeling as if invisible cinder blocks had been lifted from your shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, really. This is basic human decency, y/n. You deserve to be treated better than that. You deserve to be treated like a queen. Please, please trust me when I say that. That that’s how I want to treat you. I don’t want you for your body, I want you for your soul. That’s where the real connection is. Not that you’re not the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, but you get my point.”

You nodded into his chest, hands going into the back of his long hair. You were running your hands through his curls, cheeks flushing, heart absolutely melting at the statement “I don’t deserve you,” You felt like you could cry again.

“No, don’t say that. I think we’re very deserving of each other.”

You only nodded, feeling at a loss for words.

“Hey why don’t we lay back down, the night is still young, we can stargaze,” Eddie suggested. “Unless you’d rather just go home, I wouldn’t blame you at all.”

“No I don’t want to go, I want to be here with you.”

“Okay, c’mere then,” Eddie said with a grin as he laid back down on the blanket, the pillows cradling his head as he pulled you close to him once more, draping the other larger, fluffier blanket on top of the two of you. You settled back into his chest, entangling your legs together, Eddie’s hand resting on the small of your back.

“This is what has been bothering this week, Eds,” You said, not wanting to rehash your emotions but just needing to get one last thing off your chest. “When I said I was having a hard week, it wasn’t because of work, it was because of my ex. I saw him. From a distance at the grocery store. He didn’t see me, but it brought back a lot of negative feelings. I sorta caved in on myself I guess. I just wanted to tell you.”

Eddie paused, thinking over your words for a moment before speaking. “I want to you know that if you ever need to talk, if anything is ever bothering you, I’m here. And I’m ready to listen. Or I’m ready to just sit in complete silence with you. I just want you to know that I'm here and that I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Eddie. Thank you for this, for everything."

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cosmic-kaden · 20 days

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{ Clear skies and mudpies? }

Ship: Jude x Kaden

Words: 1,980 (You know, I'm not even sorry now <3)

cw: NONE!

Summary: A day at the beach led to something new and exciting

Note: revealing the new boyo via fic OR if anyone was nosey over the last four days you would have seen him on my carrd already oho! ;)

If you aren't a self-shipper plz dni. I have anxiety.

Warmth, clear skies, and sunshine. Today was the perfect day, a day where you didn't want to sit inside, a day where you wanted to be out in the world even if you didn't have a single thing to do that day. That was the day that Kaden was having. It was a beautiful day and Kaden was feeling particularly creative. So what better way to spend the afternoon than to go down to the beach, plop down at a picnic table and sketch.

Kaden always had an affinity for drawing nature or cityscapes more so than drawing actual people. It was calming and mixed with a beautiful day such as this, it truly made Kaden feel at peace. The wind was warm, the sunshine was bright, birds were chirping their songs and the sound of waves along the beach side was soothing.

All felt peaceful and right in the moment, that was until a small boy trailed up to them, he was holding a green bucket. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He held the bucket up to them and smiled. Kaden peered into the bucket to see nothing but water and sand, no doubt a clumpy clay-like mess at the bottom.

"Ya got some mud there?" Kaden chuckled a little awkwardly. Who was this kid?

The kid set the bucket down and grabbed a big glob full of wet sand. "Mudpie" He said looking between the sand and Kaden.

"Ah, just don't actually eat it 'kay?" Kaden whispered with a small laugh.

That happy expression soon turned to one of instant defeat when the child shlopped the so-called 'mudpie' directly onto their sketchbook and Kaden let out a small whine of horror. Kaden frowned, grabbing the corner of their book and lifting it, the page was completely ruined. Kaden was slowly chipping away at this beach scene for a while now.

"There you are!" A voice called and both Kaden and the little boys' attention turned towards the voice. Kaden was still in shock, eyes, wide. They knew the little boy meant nothing by it, he didn't understand."Sorry abou---" The man looked between Kaden on the bench and the completely destroyed notebook that they had held up in front of them. "Oh….Shit." He looked down at his son, swooping him into his arms.

"Did you do that?" He asked, pointing towards Kaden, Kaden was honestly sitting there dumbfounded. The little boy nodded, now knowing he may have done something wrong. He looked at Kaden shyly and let out a little "sorryyy"

Kaden snapped out of their shock and placed the book down. "I-It's fine…only been slowly working on that for the past….two weeks" The last part came out more like a small whine than anything.

"I'm so, so sorry about that, I turned for a second and he was out of my sight is there any way we can make it up to you?" The father asked, looking down at them.

Kaden looked at the table in front of them, sandy, wet mud splattered everywhere, their pens were covered, their bag was muddy, and their drink was knocked over as the liquid dripped through the slits of the picnic table and onto the concrete below.

"I dunno… It's… It's fine" Kaden breathed out, they were upset clearly but they also knew that it was just a little kid doing what kids do. It was an honest mistake so Kaden couldn't really be angry. They stood to their feet grabbing their bag and grimaced when they noticed not only the muddy sand but also the drink they had also managed to get on it a bit.

"No, it's not fine. Are you an artist?" He asked and Kaden chuckled, shaking their head.

"I do it as a hobby but I don't classify myself as an artist..but it is one of the greater joys I have."

"Then we need to make it up to you. I'm Jude" He spoke softly, placing his son down onto his feet before extending his hand out towards Kaden.

"Kaden. Nice? Nice to meet you?" Kaden chuckled softly, taking his hand and shaking it gently before letting it go. "These circumstances aren't the greatest but yeah, nice to meet you."

Jude chuckled softly. "If you're okay with it, we'd like to take you to whatever the nearest art supply store is. So we can replace whatever got ruined." Jude smiled sweetly.

Jude really did feel bad that he not only let his son out of his sight but that in that small period, his son had managed to ruin someone's belongings and he was determined to make it up to them.

"You really don't have to do that." Kaden chuckled nervously. They were never really the greatest when it came to others wanting to get them things even if it was only to replace what was ruined, hell Kaden had a hard time accepting gifts from friends and family half the time.

"I insist." Jude frowned. "Please… Let us." He offered them a small smile and Kaden smiled in return and shook their head.

"O-Okay…okay, sure." Kaden shrugged their shoulders.

Jude smiled sweetly. He emptied out the sandy bucket and crammed it into the large backpack he was wearing, no doubt full of toys and the like. He scooped his son back into his arms and started to walk alongside Kaden.

"You're gonna have to lead the way okay? I have no idea where any shops like that are." He chuckled softly.

"Okay.." Kaden mumbled. Ah, it felt a little awkward, Kaden never really knew how to talk to people, and it was even worse when Kaden found them attractive and to Kaden, Jude was an exceptionally handsome man. They hated how their mind always went blank on things to say. They were never the greatest at small talk.

"So aside from drawing, what else do you do?" Jude asked.

Thank the gods, he was leading the conversations because Kaden was horrid at it. "Oh, nothing super interesting… I'm a materials handler- basically, I get lists of stuff and I go pluck it out of boxes in a warehouse. Nothing too special" Kaden chuckled awkwardly. "What about you?"

"I'm an engineer" He too chuckled softly.

"Wow, I'm so glad I said mine first." Kaden chuckled softly. "Mine seems boring in comparison"

"Trust me, mine isn't as fun either. I'd take glorified grocery shopping over my job any day" he grinned

Kaden let out a snort of laughter "Glorified grocery shopping, I need to remember that."

They made their way to a small little art store nestled away in a small corner off one of the main roads, tucked away in the heart of the borough. As they walked they talked pretty much the whole way there, what they did, what they liked, the weather, you name it and Kaden was slowly starting to feel less awkward by the second.

The art store had a weathered sign that swung lazily in the breeze. Inside, shelves overflow with colourful paints, brushes of all sizes, and sketchpads waiting to create the next masterpiece. The scent of linseed oil lingered in the air.

Kaden walked in and looked around the shop, the employee there asked if they needed any help and Kaden asked where the sketchbooks were. Jude was soon following after.

"Down~?" Jude's son asked and Jude shook his head "Absolutely not, you caused mass destruction with a bucket of sand, I don't want to see what you can do with paint" He chuckled which earned a smile from Kaden who was browsing the sketchbooks in front of him.

"you can get whatever one you want by the way." Jude hummed softly.

Kaden raised a brow. "Well I'm going to get the cheapest one because I'm not into making strangers spend a lot of money on me" they grinned, squatting down to grab a small little sketch book off the shelf it was about notebook sized and the book was wrapped in leather. "This one will do." Kaden hummed, standing to their feet and handing it over to Jude.

"Did anything else get ruined? I think I seen you tossing out some pens." Jude tilted his head a little quizzically as he held the book.

"book~!" His son cooed, trying to grab it to which Jude switched hands, holding the book down and away from his son. "Not your book~" Jude drew his attention to his son and cooed at him playfully.

"Those were just dollar store-bought pens, not a big deal. I can easily get more." Kaden nodded their head.

"Your canvas bag?" Jude smirked and Kaden shook their head.

"That can be washed~! I'm definitely not having someone I hardly know buy a brand-new bag for me, I'd die on the inside. Plus I would have to make it up to you because they're expensive! Especially here- So you making it up to me would actually make me want to make it up to you and that's confusing!" Kaden laughed softly.

Despite Kaden saying that it was okay, that he didn't need to do anything else for them he smirked and trailed over to the bags that hung on the wall. He looked between Kaden's bag and the ones on the shelf.

"Really it's fine!" Kaden protested, a small laugh leaving them.

"mhhm.." He hummed, plucking a bag from the shelf that was nearly identical to the one Kaden was wearing just less muddy and worn out.

Jude trailed up to the cashier and Kaden huffed in defeat. "Seriously?" Kaden pouted, He was stubborn! They were of course appreciative that he was willing to help them out but Kaden thought it was too much to be spending on someone he didn't even know. Kaden fiddled with the price tags on a random shelf as he paid for the purchases.

He looked over to Kaden and was soon trailing out of the store, Kaden soon following after. Once they got outside he handed their new bag to them and Kaden sighed. "You really didn't have to but…" Kaden's eyes flicked up to his and they smiled sweetly. "Thank-you"

"No problem~ It was the least I could do. I put your sketchbook in your bag for you. We got to head out now but it was really nice meeting you despite all the mud and sand and…yeah" Jude laughed softly.

"Nice to meet you too."

"See ya~" Jude smiled and turned on his heel, walking away with his son still in his arms.

Kaden sighed, looking down at their new bag before putting it on. They flipped the top flap open and unzipped the bag, their hand reaching in to grab their new sketchpad. They were going to have to do some rearranging Kaden took everything out of their old bag and placed it in the new one, making sure not to mess up the newly acquired bag before heading home.

Once Kaden got home they kicked their shoes off and set their bag down on the kitchen table before taking a seat. They stared at the bag and the events that unfolded that day, they couldn't help but think of Jude, he was rather cute and very sweet. Kaden reached for their bag and grabbed their newly bought sketchbook. They opened it up to see a message inside, they tilted their head as they read it.

'Sorry about your stuff! you said if I got the bag you'd want to make it up so…if you ever want to make it up, here's my number: (718) 555-6789. Happy sketching - Jude'

Kaden's eyes went wide as they blinked down at the page, they were shocked and yet a wave of excitement washed over them, they could feel a small blush creep up to their face and a small smile tugged to their lips. What an exciting day…

Tag List: I WILL apologize for tagging ya'll because I literally prefer writing over doing actual art now ngl LMFAO SO SORRY this all you get outta me now AHHHHHHHHHHH \O/

@ama-ships || @heatobrienswife || @kylars-princess || @lysandreslittlechatot || @dragonsmooch

#It's the new boyo~ <3 #Who has been here for roughly four days already! I DID GOOD KEEPING MY LIP ZIPPED LMFAO but I can't contain myself anymore lkflsdf #[cries] P-Protective dad Jude we love him T_T #Jude 💞#ok 2 rb #I think I'm fallin'

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Devlog #9: Play and Testing

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, which is the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!). You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!!

Anyway, this month's devlog is gonna be about playtesting!

LET’S GET TO IT

Playtesting!!! Has finally started!!!

So a few weeks ago, I gave a code to the game to a few dozen friends, and they’re all slowly playing through it and giving me their feedback. Finally, a small sample of people (that are not me or QA) get to play Da Game…

To elaborate a bit more on QA vs Playtesting (at least for this game??? I don’t know if that’s how it is for other games???), my publisher Armor Games has a QA team whose job it is to play through the game and check for bugs! As a QA team member from Armor Games puts it, QA is about

1. Making sure the main path functions correctly (aka no soft/hard locks, no blockers, etc),

2. Attempting to check every interaction in every possible situation, and,

3. Confirming previously known issues that are stated as fixed are actually fixed, and that no new issues resulted from the fix!

What I’ve been doing for the past few months is wait patiently for the team to tell me “Adrienne, this thing happened and we’re not sure if it’s intended or a bug” and I go “it’s a bug” and I fix it and then the game is better. Know that their work is irreplaceable and SORELY needed. Thank you QA team, and thank you to QA teams everywhere.

Playtesting is (again, for this game) me giving the beta to some trusted friends and telling them “what do you think? Is it good? Do you GET IT? Also you’re a Normal Gamer ™ and play like a Normal Gamer ™ and not like me (the dev, I made the game, I know the game so I won’t do anything “”weird””) or the QA team (who are trying to break the game so it can be fixed, so they play in very specific ways) so your experience is valuable please tell me everything you’re thinking plz”.

Having some people playtesting the game is very, very fun. I told them right away “If i had my way i would want to stand behind you really close and look into your brain to hear every single thought you have, but once every so often is fine <3” so I’ve gotten a lot of very excited livetweeting my way, which is. The Best Thing Ever. For me, the most important part of playtesting was figuring out if the story was good! Beyond “does the story make sense?”, I asked a few times “so, what are your theories Right Now”, to see if my crumbs of foreshadowing were leading them where I wanted to, or if it led them in completely the wrong direction (which is also fun teehee). Also yes I did get a lot of screaming already. Love it when my friends yell at me that the story made them feel something <3

Having Normal Gamers ™ play the game means I also got some valuable feedback on some other important stuff, like: Does the game feel good to play? Are the battles too easy, too hard? Is there anything I can do to make the game better? Do you get what’s going on, or are you completely lost as to what you should do next? Thanks to them, I figured out where the game needed more explanations or tutorials, so hopefully this should make for a smoother experience!

Having a bunch of different eyes on the game was also VERY useful for typos and various writing mistakes. Did you know “discretely” and “discreetly” are two different words??? I learned that this week!!! Wow!!! And also did you know that I am bad at remembering the difference between East and West? I messed it up three times in the script!!! Oops!!! I’m bad at directions!!!

Of course, with feedback comes not-positive feedback as well! I did get some feedback on a potentially upsetting scene- I didn’t warn for it enough, and a friend thought it was too sudden and shocking, and would’ve appreciated some warning. I left the scene in, but I made sure to warn for its contents before it happens, so players can avoid it entirely if they’d rather not see it! In Stars and Time deals with some heavy subjects, but I want to make sure players can skip some of it if they know it would upset them. As a note, we don’t have the content warnings written down yet, but we definitely will before the game comes out! They’ll be pretty similar to START AGAIN: a prologue’s.

Overall, I’m very glad I got over my apprehension and showed the game off a bit. I’m getting some extremely valuable feedback (negative AND positive!) that I wouldn’t have gotten elsewhere. Anyway, this just turned into a “hey if you’re making a game you should have people play it BEFORE it comes out. I know it’s scary. I know you’re afraid of showing people something you made. I know you’re afraid of The Feedback. But also it’s better to have The Feedback now from people you love and trust, rather than all at once from strangers. Please make people playtest your game” manifesto for small indie devs. This is also addressed to past me. I didn’t ask enough people to playtest my previous game before it came out and I missed some obvious bugs. PLEASE ASK YOUR FRIENDS TO PLAY YOUR GAME THEY’RE YOUR FRIENDS AND WANT TO PLAY YOUR FUN GAME

(In other non-playtesting news, I had an interview with Pocket Tactics if you wanna read it! It's good!!!)

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

#devlog #in stars and time #start again start again start again #'wow its playtesting time which means the game will be out any second now huh?!?' hahahahahahahahaha! no.#still many things to do still lmao... thank you for your patience!!!!

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