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Leaving Morals Behind: Kent x fem!reader SMUT

Warnings: NSFW, smut (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!reader, p in v sex, rough sex, oral sex (male receiving), masturbation, choking (the good kind 😏) , the ol' cheatin' with the babysitter trope, dom!Kent, sub!reader, degrading, infidelity (duh), swearing, slow burn, mentions of PTSD, reader tries so hard to be a good person lol, there are some feeling in this, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 7724 Words

A/N: Okay, I know, infidelity is wrong, cheating is wrong, I wouldn't cheat on my partner, and I'd hope to God he wouldn't cheat on me, my mama always said married men are off limits...but y'all are lying if you said you wouldn't become a homewrecking whore for this man. I'd happily be this man's fucktoy if Jodi ain't givin' it up lol. Please leave all morals at the "read more" line, you will be able to pick them back up at the end of the fic. Keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times, and away we go!

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You always thought you were a good person, or at least you always tried to be. You liked to be liked, giving and getting respect and rewards. Always wanting to be friends with a strong moral compass you never strayed from. So when you had inherited your grandfather's old farm and had to move to Stardew Valley, you were none the wiser that it was going to be a test of your good nature.

A test you were going to fail at.

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Stardew Valley was beautiful, at least you thought so. Sure it wasn't as big and bustling as the city you were used to, but you didn't mind. No, the only problem you had was money.

The farm was a fixer upper, that was for sure. You knew you would have to get some seeds and maybe some animals to make money, but all you were concerned with was making the home look like a home.

And food. You needed food.

Whelp, looks like it was job hunting time for you.

Unfortunately you didn't even know where to start.

"Wow, so mom was right," the sound of a male voice causes you to turn. Behind you was a man about your age with blonde hair. "Someone did move into the old man's place."

Of course, that's where you would start. Being nice as you always were.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Uh, this was apparently my grandpa's farm," you hold your hand out for him to shake. He takes it, but looks at you weird.

"You didn't know?"

"Uh, well no. I wasn't very close with him. I think I only knew him when I was a toddler," you truly didn't remember, then again your family was never close with their own. "So, you gotta name?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I'm Sam."

Well, so far so good.

"Well, Sam, you wouldn't happen to know if anyone here has a help wanted sign or something. Kind of, uh...need to get this place fixed up."

He thinks for a moment.

"Eh, not sure. But hey, why don't I show you around? I'm sure you'll find something!"

With that, you followed Sam around, even getting to know him a bit more. You found him relatively likable, but you didn't really support his dislike for authority. Of course, you felt disappointment bubbling within you due to small towns typically meaning little opportunities. At the sight of your defeated face, Sam sighs.

"Look...there's someplace that is hiring, but it kinda sucks."

"Psh, I just need enough money for food and get the farm looking like, well, an actual farm."

"Yeah, it really does look like a shithole," at that, you punch his shoulder. "Ow! Okay, sorry. Look, I work at Jojamart, it's this big business that moved in recently, and they're always looking for workers. I don't like it, but if you can put up with it, then I'll take you there."

To make a long story short, you told Sam to lead you there.

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You tried to get by on such a humble paycheck, but operation "fix up your new farm" was going slower than you'd like. On the bright side, at least your friendship with Sam was going well. You viewed him as the brother you never had, and he viewed you as the sister he never had. Not to mention he had introduced you to his friends Sebastian and Abigail, although the latter was more agreeable and welcoming to your kindness.

About a month or two of you living in Pelican Town had passed, Sam had asked if you wanted to go out drinking with him. He even added that it was his treat since you said you didn't want to spend your paycheck on anything that wasn't a necessity. He clearly had something he wanted to talk to you about and you alone, considering Sebastian and Abigail weren't present like usual.

"So...any reason you wanted to drag me out for a drink?" swirling your glass and watching the drink that moved within.

"First of all, you need it. You've been working for six months straight."

"I have not! And for your information, I can handle the responsibilities of a job. You can't even bear working for an hour." you quipped.

"Not true. I can't handle working two hours, thank you very much."

"Heh, okay okay," you prepared to take a sip of your drink. "So, what's the second thing?"

"How good are you with kids?"

You nearly choke on your drink and let out a laugh of disbelief.

"Wha-What kinda question is that?" your laugh makes Sam let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, that does sound weird, huh?"

"You don't say."

He clears his throat, before explaining himself.

"Look, my mom's been stressed. Especially since my dad's been deployed. I gotta kid brother that she always worries about, and leave yours truly to babysit. Besides, you said you've been looking for a second job, anyways."

It's true. With the humble paycheck Joja was giving you, it was hard to get the farm fixed up, hence why you never went out drinking with Sam and his friends.

"It won't be much, but my mom really needs the break. Even if it's just for a day," the blonde looks at you pleadingly.

"Any little bit helps," you nod. "You sure your mom would be okay with a total stranger watching her kid?"

"Believe me, you're not a stranger to her. I've talked about so much that she thinks we're dating," he jokes.

"Ew!" you did a fake shudder at that, even making a goofy grossed out face.

"I know!" he lets out his own playful noise of disgust, before collecting himself. "So, uh, what do you say? Think you can put up with my little brother."

"Of course I can. I've babysat more kids than I can count before moving here. You have got yourself a deal, Samson." you held your hand out to shake on it.

Sam gave you an annoyed look that made you laugh. He hated being called by his full name, which you reveled in. Still, he shook your hand, sealing the deal.

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You told Sam that you would show up at his place the following Saturday. Upon meeting his mother Jodi and his little brother Vincent, you liked them just as quickly as you liked him. Jodi did look as exhausted as her eldest son described, and was trying to turn you away from babysitting her youngest. Not because she didn't trust you, but because she felt she didn't have the money you deserved for taking time out of your day to watch the little boy that was eagerly asking you all sorts of questions.

You just told her what you told Sam, any little bit helped no matter how small. Besides, you were quickly taking a liking to Vincent. In fact, you would say that he was one of the cutest kids you'd ever babysat.

And so, after standing your ground, the woman caved, and asked her youngest son if he would like you to watch over him.

The answer was a resounding "yes".

So she left, leaving the two of you alone in the home.

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"What are you doing?" Vincent asked, watching you tidy up the living room of the home.

"Just cleaning the room up a bit. Wanna help me? you had decided to indulge the child's love for insects, making sure he didn't get too dirty. At least, to the best of your abilities. He still needed to wash his hands afterwards. As such, you decided to assist Jodi even more by picking the house up a bit.

"I thought only mom cleaned?" he cocked his head to the side.

"Everyone cleans, kiddo. A nice home means a nice life," you moved to the kitchen to do some dishes.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"Mmhm, it is. Come on, you can help me dry dishes."

"But isn't that boring?" he still followed you into the kitchen despite his question.

"It doesn't have to be. How about I tell you a story while we work? Sound good?" you knelt down to be at eye level with the kid.

"Okay...but only if you let me have gummies afterwards."

"Whatever you say kiddo. Just don't tell your mother about the "gummy" part, kay?" you ruffled his hair and moved a chair closer to the sink for him to stand on.

He pulled himself onto the chair, and you began to tell a story you remembered from your childhood.

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You were coming up on a year of living in Stardew Valley, and your farm didn't look like it's former self at all. Now, you had crops of your own, as well as a couple of hens. As such, you quit your job at Jojamart, now selling your wares, but you still babysat Vincent at least once a week.

You loved the kid just as you loved Sam: as another brother you never had. Jodi was still apologetic with the small amount of money she paid you, but you no longer cared. You weren't babysitting her younger son for money anymore, now you were doing it because you wanted to. Besides, you enjoyed helping the overworked woman out with cleaning up the house a bit.

As such, it allowed her to repay you by joining her family for dinner. It was nice eating with what you now would consider a surrogate family, now that you were so far away from your own. In fact, both Jodi and Vincent had finally stopped calling you and Sam a couple, which was nice.

Yes, your good nature and morals was certainly still shining through, and rewarding you in the end.

That was until he showed up.

You were eating some of Jodi's lentil soup for supper that night. While Vincent complained about it, you told him that if you could eat it, he could eat it. So he sucked it up.

Meanwhile, Sam was discussing a song he was writing with Sebastian asking for your ideas. The ideas you gave ranged from serious to jokey.

It was all going so well, until the front door opened.

You all turned your heads to look at who it was. Though you never met him, you knew just who you were looking at. Sam, Vincent, and Jodi all told you about Kent. You knew he was in the military, and how his family had worried about him. He was loved, and everyone's words made you want to meet him when he got back from his deployment.

Now though, you felt small as his eyes fell upon you. He was analyzing you, a stranger in his home, despite clearly being on good terms with his family.

You wanted to excuse yourself early, now no longer hungry as you were intruding on what should have been a nice moment of a family reuniting.

Of course, after Kent found out you were both Sam's best friend and Vincent's babysitter, he stopped staring daggers at you like you had just burnt his most valued possessions. He even offered you his hand to shake, which you noticed was rough and large compared to yours.

After being properly introduced to him, you voiced that you were going to leave, coming up with the excuse that your crops needed tending to.

As you walked home, you decide to stay away from Sam's place for a bit, wanting him and his family to have a proper reunion with the patriarch of the house.

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It had been a few days since that dinner, and you were still following your decision. You still hung out with Sam, and Jodi and Vincent always said "hi" to you when you passed by them in town square, but you still didn't want to intrude.

So you spent these past days walking around Pelican Town, after tending to your crops and hens. You loved taking in the scenery and waving hello to any of the villagers that you'd greet. You also just love getting lost in your thoughts.

"Hey, uh, Y/N!"

You jump at the sound of a rough, male voice calling your name. You turn around and see Kent walking towards you. He doesn't seem as cold as he was when you first met him. As such, you got a better look at the older man now that you weren't frozen under his gaze.

He looked like an older, more handsome and rugged version of Sam. Also more muscular too, at least from what you could tell despite the clothes.

"H-Hi," you still can't help but be shy around him.

"Look...I'm sorry about our first meeting. I noticed you were kinda shaken up after it," he rubs the back of his neck, clearly feeling a bit guilty about it.

"It's okay. You didn't know me. You just wanted to eat and sleep I imagine, right?"

"Yeah," he nods and sighs. "Still, why don't we start over, clean slate."

He holds his large hand out for you to shake once more. You smile sheepishly, and take it.

"Clean slate," you agreed.

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Clean slate was right. After that day, everything in your world went back to normal. You got to babysit Vincent again, and you felt welcomed to hang out and eat supper at Sam's place too.

However, you quickly noticed that things were a bit rocky in his world. He would talk about how he was happy to have his dad back, but noticed that he seemed so standoffish, Vincent would even complain that he didn't play with him anymore. Jodi never spoke on the matter, but you assumed that she understood the seriousness on the matter. You certainly did.

Before moving to Stardew Valley, you had a huge interest in psychology, taking classes in both high school and college. You even had plans of becoming a psychologist. Funny how those plans changed.

The point is, you had an idea what Kent was going through. Being a soldier certainly wasn't easy. You had no doubts in your mind that he had seen and done things most couldn't even bear.

Whenever you would walk around town, you'd notice that he would stand under trees a lot, all by himself and deep in thought. Sure, he'd smile and wave at you when you'd pass by, but you knew that there was a disturbance inside his head. You wondered if he wanted someone to talk to. Then again, you didn't want to be pushy. Besides, you were just a family friend that he was only starting to get to know. There was only one way to find out.

Asking him.

You timed your walk perfectly with Kent heading out to stand under the tree just North of his home. He was a bit suspicious, considering you would usually take your walk later, but maybe you just felt like taking it sooner.

"Afternoon, Y/N," he greeted and continued on his way.

"Hey, Kent," you chirped.

"You're taking your walk early."

"Yeah, I didn't have much to do today. Why sit inside waiting for the clock to strike when you can just do it now, right?"

"I guess," he tenses up a bit when he notices you aren't breaking away from him like usual. Maybe you were just in a friendly mood. "So, uh, how's the farm coming?"

"Oh, it's going great! You should've seen it before I cleaned it up. You wouldn't even recognize it.

"Maybe...this town hasn't changed much since I left."

His jaw is tight and he clearly is starting to get lost in thought. Now was your chance.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"I'm fine," he says quickly.

Alright, that didn't give you much to work with.

"Do you...do you want me to leave you alone?" you clearly aren't buying his words.

Kent sighs, deeply.

"Y/N, listen, don't you have something better to do than waste time following me around?"

Resistance, that was to be expected. Still, you would try one more time. If he continued to push you away, then that would be it. You would leave him alone.

"I know you're not fine, Kent. I can't imagine what you're going through, but I just want you to know that I'll listen to you if you need me to. But if you want me to leave you alone, then I will."

He stares at you intensely. He's both analyzing your words, and deciding if he wants to talk. You continue to look up at him, patience evident on your face. Eventually, he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

"You like listening to other people's problems?"

"I like being there for people if they want me to, however they want me to. So, if you want me to leave, I will."

"Heh, a farmer, a babysitter, and a shrink. Is there anything else you can do that I don't know about?" he really doesn't want to give you a straightforward answer. Unfortunately for him, you were more stubborn than you let on. At your lack of backing down, he just looks away from you.

"It just doesn't feel right....Like I can't go back to normal no matter how hard I try. I'm happy to be home...but I hate that I can't just go back to who I was before...," he trails off.

Well that's shocking. You were really expecting him to tell you to "fuck off". Still, you'll take it.

"Have you tried talking to someone about this? Jodi?" you push a bit, seeing how responsive he'll be. Luckily, he replies to your question.

"No one here gets it, so why should I? Besides, Jodi just wants to pretend that everything is still great, so why should I ruin that? Hell, why am I even telling you this, anyways?" he runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident at the matter.

"Only you know the answer to that, Kent. I'm not gonna tell you what you should and shouldn't do, or how you should feel," you hesitantly hold your hand up to touch his arm." I'm just here if you want someone to just listen to you."

You're both silent now. Neither of you know what you want to say. Still, your hand is resting reassuringly on his arm, which he doesn't shove off. Finally, the older man sighs.

"Look, just...," he thinks about what he wants to say. "Just know that you don't have to waste your time listening to me, okay."

You give him a sympathetic smile.

"It's not wasting my time, if I'm just doing what I wanna do," you squeeze his arm gently before letting it go. "I just want to be there for you, Kent. Just like with Sam, and Jodi, and Vincent....And I'll do it however you all want me to."

He glances at you, before giving you a shadow of a smile.

"You're too nice of a person. You know that, Y/N?"

"So I've been told," you giggle.

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'You were just being nice,' you thought. It seems like those five words had become your mantra ever since that day.

You were just being nice while you listened to Kent open up about whatever he felt comfortable with telling you.

You were just being nice when you would reassuringly touch his arm and speak so sweetly to him.

You were just being nice when you would give him gifts he loved, while the rest of his family would only get gifts that they liked.

And it was just a coincidence that you started wearing more dresses now, because he would always compliment you when you wore them.

Everything even got to the point where Kent would visit you at your farm to help move things that were too heavy for you, when you had complained about whatever you were having trouble with. You didn't want him to strain himself, but he insisted. He said it was because he was repaying you for always being there for his family.

So yes, you were just being nice when you would watch him move objects around, always wearing a white tank top that showed off his arms, or even forfeiting the shirt entirely.

You were just being nice, because you were just making sure he didn't pass out from heat stroke, hence why you gave him towels, ice cold lemonade, or even offered your shower to him.

This wasn't because you desired the older man. No, of course not. How could you? He was not only married with a family, but you were friends with his family. Sure he was attractive, and sure he cared about you, but you'd never pursue anything with him. You weren't a homewrecker.

You weren't. Even when your brain would betray you and make you dream about Kent in situations that ranged from wholesome, with him kissing you while standing under one of the many trees he stood under, to down right pornographic with him pinning you down to any surface and fucking your brains out. Nope, you couldn't be into him. Even when you would wake up from those dreams with butterflies in your stomach or damp panties.

No. You couldn't. After all, would you really be into him if a cold shower washed those thoughts away? Would you really be into him if you still hung out with him and his family? Of course not.

You were just being nice.

Well, that was until one wet dream you had one night.

'You were babysitting Vincent like always. You were helping him study for a science test he had that Friday. You supposed you could add tutor to that list of farmer, babysitter, and shrink.

Suddenly, both Jodi and Kent entered the home. The boy at your side got up from your spot on the floor and ran into his mother's arms. She said that he had a doctor's appointment, which was odd because you could've sworn Vincent's doctor's appointment had passed. Still, they both left, leaving you and the older man alone in the home.

He walked into the dinning room, and called for you to follow him. You did what you were told, only to have his hand wrapped around your throat. You could still breathe, but it didn't stop you from jumping.

Kent now had you pinned up against the dining room table, calling you a "dirty homewrecker" and a "filthy whore", and with his hand under the skirt of your dress.

The next thing you knew, you were bent over the table, your skirt flipped up and your panties ripped off, all while the older man behind you used your body like you were nothing but a sex doll.

Fuck, it felt amazing. You had never had your body used like that before, but you were already addicted to it. Especially as you felt your orgasm coming closer...and closer...and....'

You woke up, panties completely soaked and your pussy craving attention. It was at that moment in your lust filled mind that you thought one thing: fuck it.

No cold shower was gonna take care of this, and you decided that you were done lying to yourself. You were done with being nice all the time. You wanted Kent, and you didn't give a fuck about his wife and sons.

So, you slipped your hand down your body and underneath the waistband of your pajama shorts and panties.

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Little did you know that Kent wasn't exactly having the most platonic thoughts about you, either. Though it did take him a bit longer than you for him to have his own "fuck it" moment.

You were so beautiful, attentive, sweet, almost innocent in his eyes. And as such, he also just assumed that all of the actions you had done for him, was just you being nice.

That's why he would go over to your farm to help you. He was just repaying your kindness. He was just being nice.

He didn't want you. No, how could he? He loved his wife, he had a family. And you? Innocent, sweet little you? You couldn't have wanted him. You were a good girl, not a homewrecker. No, he didn't desire you at all.

Even when his brain betrayed him by playing dreams of you as his little wife instead. Coming home to you, loving you, taking you out on dates. Nope, that longing feeling he felt after waking up from these dreams was something else.

After all, would he really be into you if a cold shower washed those thoughts away, or if he could still look you or his family in the eye. Of course not.

You were just being nice.

That was until he had his own wet dream about you.

'He was sitting in a field with you, which was odd considering how open fields make him uncomfortable, but you looking at him so lovingly seemed to make him forget that.

Something he noticed was that you were wearing a dress, as you seem to be wearing dresses a lot nowadays, except this one left little to the imagination. The skirt hardly covered your ass, and the top put your cleavage on full display. You, however, seemed completely unaware of your revealing outfit.

The next thing Kent knew, your dress was off, and apparently you weren't wearing a bra or panties underneath. He was also hovering above you, with his hand wrapped around your throat. Despite this, you were looking up at him, completely blissed out. As if this dream couldn't get any better, you let out the most adorable moans while he fucked you.

What started off with what could've been interpreted at "love making" quickly transformed into something more primal. And he loved it. Especially as his orgasm got closer...and closer...and....'

He woke up, except unlike you, he woke up in the middle of the night, with his wife peacefully sleeping beside him. He couldn't take a cold shower, and he couldn't go back to sleep now that he was almost painfully hard. There was only one thing he could do.

'Fuck it,' he thought, before getting up to head to the bathroom, after making sure everyone in the house was asleep.

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Neither of you made a move. How could you? You didn't know if Kent desired you, and he didn't know if you desired him. Besides, there was the whole, oh, you know, married with a family issue. Still, that didn't stop you from wanting to be a bit subtle on the matter, now wearing dresses that had shorter skirts or emphasized your cleavage, and touching him a bit more.

Everything didn't come to a halt though, until you had asked him to come over whenever he could to help move something heavy. Apparently, that meant Kent coming over on what felt like the hottest day of the summer. As such, you decided to set up your sprinkler in case he needed to cool down while he worked. Oh yeah, and so you had an excuse to run around in your bathing suit in front of him.

When he saw you, he was taken aback by seeing more of you than he was used to, even looking away to focus on the task at hand. That clearly didn't last long, as you felt his eyes back on you while you bent over a bit to splash the cool water from the sprinkler onto your face.

"Alright, move over. I need to cool down more than you," the older man jests.

You look up at him and smirk, moving aside.

"Go ahead."

Kent stands and sighs, as droplets of water fall unto him. While he's distracted, you grab the sprinkler and hold it towards him, causing him to get hit in the face with a rush of water. You place it back down and laugh at his startled reaction. Unfortunately, this gave him enough time to replicate what you did to him.

"Eek! Kent, stop!" you squeal out, trying to shield your body from the sprinkler's cold blasts.

"Nope! Not until you say you're sorry," he playfully sneers.

"Ah! Okay! Okay, I'm sorry!" at that, he puts the sprinkler back onto the grass. "Truce?"

You hold out your hand, which he shakes.

"Truce."

"I'm sorry about making you come out here. Especially on the hottest day of the summer," you do feel a bit guilty about the whole thing, despite flaunting your body in your bathing suit.

"You know I don't mind. I'm always happy to help you out."

"I know...," you begin, deciding to make a move now. You make your way closer to Kent before giving him your best "bedroom eyes". "I just wish there was something I could do to repay you."

You drag your fingertips up his arm, which causes him to tense up. His eyes widen at your actions, and he backs up from you.

'Oh, shit.'

You quickly drop your hand to your side. Your face begins to heat up with embarrassment and shame. You try to get out an apology, but all that comes out are stuttered phrases.

"...I see," Kent grabs his jacket and walks out of your backyard. All you can do is just stand there, humiliated.

You raise your hands up to your face and take a deep breath, ashamed of yourself.

'Oh, Yoba, what have I done?"

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After that event, you couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror. What was wrong with you? How could you do that? You tried to seduce a married man. A man who you were close with, and had a family you were close with. And now he knew just what a horrible person you were. Hell, it felt like everyone in Pelican Town knew, despite them not treating you any differently. In fact, Jodi and Vincent still would greet you anytime they passed you, and Sam still would invite you out to drink with him and his friends. And every time, you had to put on a mask like you were still a good person, like you didn't try to destroy their family.

You also never saw Kent after that day, but you were purposely trying to ignore him. How could you face him? He seemed pretty pissed off at your actions, not wanting to associate with someone like you.

You were actually considering moving back home. What was once someplace you felt welcomed in, now felt suffocating. Everyone knew, they had to.

It was evening now, and you were doing everything you could to ignore your thoughts and how much of a miserable human being you were.

The sound of your phone ringing rips you from your task, and you almost feel like just letting the caller on the other end give up trying to reach you. Guilt pulls you to answer it though, because if you are going to try and feel less miserable about yourself, why ignore someone who may have needed you. So you answer, lifting the device up to your ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Y/N," the voice on the other end greets. You feel your blood run cold as you recognize who it is.

"Kent...wh-what can I do for you?" you swallow, nervously.

"Sorry that this seems short notice. I was gonna take Jodi out for drinks and Sam's off with his buddies somewhere. Do you mind watching Vincent for a bit?" he doesn't sound pissed off or tense, like you expected. That does melt your nerves a bit.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Um, I'll be over there in a bit."

"Good."

And just like that, the line goes dead. You take a deep breath. You were just going to watch Vincent, that was all. Maybe this was your road to redemption. Maybe your little stunt that hot day was going to become water under the bridge. So after composing yourself, you head on over to the home you had been avoiding.

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It seems like the distance between your farm and Sam's place had gotten shorter during your trek. You actually just stare at his front door wondering if you should just turn around and head back. No, you had to try and reconstruct your shattered, good nature. Flaking on people who needed you was not going to help. So you knock on the door just as you used to.

Unfortunately, Kent greets you when the front door opens, though you didn't know if greeting Jodi would've been any better.

"Come in," he says, shortly.

You walk in and the older man closes the door behind you. You wait for Vincent to come greet you like he always does when you babysit, but you can't hear the sound of his footsteps getting rapidly closer, nor do you hear his voice. In fact, the whole house was quiet.

"Kent, where is everyone?" you ask, feeling nervous.

"Gone," he says, before walking into his kitchen.

"Wha-gone? What do you mean 'gone'?" you hesitantly follow him. He is leaning up against one of the counters, thinking.

"Jodi took the boys out for a little vacation. I stayed behind," he still doesn't look at you.

"I-I...why?" everything is beginning to feel weirdly dreamlike.

"Because we need to talk," his eyes finally fell on you. "And you haven't been giving me much of an opportunity."

"Sorry...," your voice is small, and you look down at your feet. As much as you don't want to face this talk, you know that getting it out of the way may make things better.

"'Sorry' is right. You pull that little stunt all those days ago, and then avoid me," wait what?

You look up and notice that Kent is much closer to you now. You freeze up a bit, but feel confused that he doesn't look angry with you.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he leans a bit closer to you. "Do you normally fool around with married men?"

The question takes you by surprise and your cheeks heat up.

"I-I...no," it's the only thing that comes to your mind, which now feels empty.

"Clearly," he holds your face so you are forced to look at him. "You have a bad habit of working me up, where people could see or hear us. Do you want everyone to know that we're fooling around, hm?"

You don't speak, still frozen and tense. Kent sighs, letting your face go and moving away from you.

"Of course...you don't want that anymore, do you?" he turns his back to you. "If you don't want to, then you're free to go."

"W-wait...y-you...?" you let out a frustrated sigh, trying to compose yourself and ask what you wanted to ask. "You mean...you weren't mad at me."

"Of course not. I was just surprised and needed to think," he glances over his shoulder." Now, answer my question, Y/N: do you want this or not?"

Well, here you were. A crossroad. You could either try to rebuild your moral compass, or you damage it permanently. And you know what? The fog in your brain and the dampness that was forming in your panties was going to keep you from walking out that door. This was going to end in two ways: just getting a taste of what you've been dreaming about so you could move on, or becoming addicted to it entirely.

Kent's back is still to you, and a smirk forms on your face. You begin to remove your clothes as quietly as you could. You regret not not wearing a dress as it would've made this so much easier, but your guilty mind had sworn to not wear them anymore. Funny how that was going to change.

"You know what?" you drawl, waiting for the older man to turn back and look at you. He does, and a smirk forms on his own face as his eyes fall upon you, now only clothed in your bra and panties. "I don't think I'd mind fooling around a bit."

"Clearly," he makes his way back towards you, but this time he wraps one of his hands around your throat, squeezing it lightly. "Heh...and here I thought you were a good girl. Looks like I was wrong though, huh?"

You shamelessly whine at the feeling of him mildly choking you, reminding you of one of your many impure dreams about the older man.

"Yeah, you aren't a good girl at all," Kent's other hand wanders to your back, pulling you closer to him and undoing your bra. "You're just a filthy whore, right?"

You bite your lip, a nice quip for his comment forming in your mind.

"I'm your filthy whore," you correct, which causes the older man to chuckle darkly.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, which causes you to nod. "We'll see about that."

He suddenly lifts you up, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You are carried to his bedroom. As if the situation couldn't get any more taboo, he was now going to fuck you on the same bed he shared with his wife.

Kent closes the door behind him out of habit. Not that he had to worry about anyone bursting into the room. In fact, he was surprised how natural he was with this considering he and Jodi have hardly fucked since he got back.

There was no time to think about that though. Especially as you sat down on the edge of his bed in only your panties now, your eyes full of curiosity at what he was going to do to you.

"The fuck you think you're doing," he growls, which both startles and turns you on. "You think I'm just gonna let a whore like you get comfortable, just like that?"

"N-No sir," you whimper.

Kent's eyes don't move from you, his gaze as hard as it was the night he first met you. Even as he slowly begins to undress, his glare is still unmoving. As soon as his torso is bare, your eyes wander, taking in all of his muscle and scars.

"Come here."

"Hm? Wha-?"

"I said 'come here'. Don't make me have to fucking repeat myself," he crosses his arms across his chest.

You waste no time making your way over to him, only to be shoved to your knees. You look up at the older man and your mouth waters at what'll happen next.

Kent's hands move to his belt, undoing it and pulling his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes widen at his size, wondering if he'll even fit inside your pussy. Oh well, now's not the time to think about that, especially since you had a job to do.

"I take it I don't have to tell you what to do?" he asks.

You nod, taking his dick in your hands and jerking him off. You then begin to swirl your tongue around the tip, getting a feel for his length. Once you feel ready, you take the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, taking him as far as your gag reflexes would allow you.

Kent moves his hand to the back of your head, gripping your hair harshly. He tries to be nice and let you suck him off at your own pace, but impatience begins to consume him.

Eventually, he forces your head all the way down his dick, causing you to gag and for tears to form in the corners of your eyes. You ball your hands into fists and try to relax your throat, allowing the older man to fuck your mouth however he'd like.

And that's just what he does. He continues to use your mouth at a harsh pace, groaning with pleasure at such. Your panties are soaked, and you move one of your hands underneath the waistband to stroke your clit. Your moans add to the older man's satisfaction, and he looks down at you.

He loves what he sees. You with teary, half-lidded eyes, some saliva seeping from the corners of your mouth, and your hand touching yourself.

Suddenly, Kent pulls you off of his cock. While you're happy to have a breather and give your jaw a bit of a rest, you still feel disappointed that you aren't gonna feel him cum down your throat. As such, you remove your hand from your panties and look up at him confused.

"Don't let me stop you, sweetheart. In fact...," he pulls you up from the floor and moves you to the bed. Your panties are then ripped from your body, and the older man removes the rest of his clothes as well. "There... now why don't you continue playing with that pretty, little pussy of yours."

His words make you shiver and your wet hole to clench around nothing. You spread your legs and move your hand back to your cunt. You soak your fingers in your slick and go back to rubbing your clit. You tilt your head back , and breathy moans drip from your lips.

Kent takes in the sight of you. Despite wanting to fuck you right then and there, he still wanted to enjoy a bit of a show, especially as your moans grew louder. While you are distracted, he moves to his bedside table and rummages for a condom in the drawer. It's nice that they are finally going to get some use, now.

He moves back to you and grabs your hand, halting your motion. You whine in frustration, as you were on the verge of your release, but get cut off as you are flipped onto your stomach.

"On all fours. Now," he growls.

You waste no time getting onto your hands and knees, and feel the bed dip behind you. Kent gets into position, before ripping open the condom's packaging and rolling it onto his dick. He then lines himself up with your pussy, before pushing into you.

You cry out at the feeling of being stretched out and drop onto your forearms. The older man barely gives you time to adjust to his size before setting a harsh pace. You had never felt such an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure in your life. Needy, high pitched moans leave your mouth at his cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Yeah? You like that, huh? You like getting fucked by married men?" he growls into your ear after leaning down so that his chest was to your back, still not halting his pace.

You try to respond, but it feels like the tip of his dick is hitting your cervix, which scrambles your sentences into sobs of pleasure.

"Of course-fuck! Of course, a dirty, little homewrecker like you does," he moans, while wrapping his hand around your neck once more.

Despite his degrading words, Kent is enjoying this as well. As horrible as it sounds, he does love the feeling of your tighter, younger pussy when comparing it to his wife's. Scratch that, he just preferred everything about you when compared to Jodi.

You listened to him, you were there for him, instead of just pretending that everything was okay. It could've helped that you never knew him before his deployment, or it could've been that you tackled things that were wrong instead of ignoring it.

At the moment though, he doesn't care. He'll think about it later, right now he has a job to do. Right now, your pretty, little cunt was tightening around him and your moans were now screams. You were going to cum, and he would let you, but not that easily.

Kent slows his pace and his thrusts become shallow. The sudden change causes you to whine in a combination of confusion and frustration.

"Aw, what? Did you really think I'd let a whore like you cum?" he chuckles cruelly at your desperate whimpers.

"K-Kent...please," you even try to push your hips back, but he tightens his hold on your neck, stopping you.

"Tell me, sweetheart. Why should I let you cum, hm?" he didn't expect you to give him a good answer. In fact, he didn't even care what you told him. He just wanted to hear you beg.

"P-Please, I-I'll do anything! Please!" you feel tears beginning to flow down your cheeks. After keeping you from cumming once, you didn't want him to deny you a second time.

"Aw, you're that desperate to cum, huh?" his faux sympathy makes you nod. "Hm, alright...I guess I'll be nice."

His pace changes to the harsh speed it was before, pulling a surprised moan from you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and you cum harder than you have ever had.

The feeling around his cock, makes Kent spill his own release into the condom. He wishes he didn't have to use it, but he knew the consequences if he didn't, and you both were already doing something that would have serious consequences if found out.

He pulls out of you, and your body goes limp. You are blissed out of your mind, and the bed underneath you feels comfortable. The older man decides to take the time to dispose of the condom, as well as look for any other potential evidence of his affair that would need to be taken care of.

He then returns back to the bedroom, lays down next to you, and starts petting your hair. It's gentle, which seems odd after he roughly fucked you, but you certainly weren't going to complain. You move to face him, and give him a dazed smile.

Kent smirks at your reaction, shifting his hand from your hair to your cheek, thinking while he stroked it.

"You need anything?" he breaks the pleasant silence. You just shake your head, and pull him closer.

You could stay the night. Jodi and the boys weren't going to be back until tomorrow night, which was fine by the both of you.

Unfortunately for you and Kent, this wasn't going to be a one time thing. You both were addicted to each other now, which meant that this could get dangerous. Not that either of you cared though. You both were going to enjoy each other no matter how this fucked up fairy tale ended.

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv kent #sdv kent x fem!reader #sdv kent x reader #x reader #rita writes

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not-goldy · 2 months

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At the risk of sounding delusional, my take is they're together but it's not a "good" relationship. because honestly jimin deserves someone much much better. It's one thing to be playful and it's one thing to be indifferent. Jk doesn't have (or has regressed back to) a very immature personality and esp since I'm the same age as him, I would venture to say that he's become too much taken-for-granted of Jimin. Forget that, even from a friendship perspective, jimin deserves someone who puts in the same energy as him (eg : jimin concerned about jk's cold and jk being unbothered by jimin's health). I enjoy their banter and physical affection but that all means nothing if the emotional connection is missing and one party is constantly giving.

Fuck it I'll take it.

The question of the quality of their relationship can be debated back and forth forever but at the end of the day it's their relationship. You can choose to acknowledge it respect it while also disagreeing with it or not supporting it.

There are plenty of real life couples and friendships I don't support. Recently vmin is one such friendship I no longer support. You don't gotta support everything especially if it goes against your values and morals but what we won't do is impose those morals and values on others. Like just mind your damn business their life is their life live yours.

For me I don't think their relationship is fake- I would literally cast a sleeping spell on Jimin to get him away from Jungkook if I felt for a second what they have between them wasn't genuine.

But they are human and their laundry gets dirty and they are going to wash em air them every now and then and that's totally cool.

Misunderstandings would arise conflicts will arise jealousy will arise- relationships are arenas where all our insecurities come out to play.

We don't always treat our partners right we may inadvertently neglect them over look their needs dump our issues on them

What's important is the comeback the self awareness the self reflection accountability respecting them enough to apologize and make amends while striving to do better by working on ourselves

When I look at Jungkook that's what I see- someone who tries to do better each time. He's shown more self awareness and growth than most people give him credit for.

Besides Jikook made us no promises

They are real and they keep it real.

They fight they tease eachother make eachother sweat a little they bite they appease they break they amend

It's their dynamic may not be for everyone but again we gotta respect them and their personal choices

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kairiscorner · 1 year

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Can I request Gwen and Miles with a reader whose insanely good at skateboarding?

hi anon !! sure sure :DD HOPING YOU LIKE THIS >:DDD

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

gwen stacy and miles morales with a skater reader (headcanons and short fics!)

i like to think that miles and gwen would have been really stoked to be your friend when they witnessed those cool stunts you pulled with your skateboard, LIKEEEEE THEY WERE STARSTRUCK WHEN THEY WATCHED YOU SKATE AND ALL

they'd try hard to look cool in front of you when your gaze went their way, and they'd freak out a little before they try getting themselves together :')

"miles, MILES, THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY" gwen said as she grabbed miles by the collar of his hoodie, as he looked your way and noticed your very confused gaze. miles' eyes widened as he grabbed gwen by the arms and shook her. "THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY?" "YES, THEY'RE LOOKING THIS WAY, NOW CALM DOWN" "I AM CALM"

then when you walk over close to them they lean against a railing and try to look cool, with miles almost falling down and losing his balance, but he catches himself and looks at you and goes, "hey" (LOOK AT MILES RIZZ MORALES GO)

when you ask them why they're looking at you, they try to cover it up when you just look them down until they admit that yes, they were staring...... BUT THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE SO COOL OK, THEY WANNA BE TAUGHT BY YOU

"that's no problem, just follow me down here," you tell them as you kick up your skateboard and skate downward a slope. they look at each other and back at you, then back at each other and high five each other. "we got them to teach us, THIS IS AMAZING"

you try teaching them all the kinds of moves you knew were easy, and they were really good at them tbh, though they cheated a bit with their spider powers bc ykyk, gotta show off to the great skateboarding legend they've been idolizing for weeks now :>

when gwen tries to freestyle a little, miles competes with her and tries to one up her in a battle of impressing you--it's a friendly competition for the most part, with them chuckling and play fighting while they try to keep your attention on them.

they both do mess up at the end and slightly hurt themselves, but you tend to them and ensure that they're both okay :')

"wow, you two... are so good yet so goofy." you point out with a soft chuckle as they lay there on the ground, chuckling and groaning slightly as you help them both up. "yeah, well, at least we got a laugh out of the legendary skateboarder." miles said as he looked at you with a smirk. gwen lightly punched him as she looked up at you with a grin. "just wanted to show you we did more than just learn from you, are we... official part of your cool squad now?" she asked as she looked at you a little nervously. you smiled as you got off your skateboard and shook both their hands. "you two were always part of my... 'cool squad', you two basically formed it now since... i want to be friends with you two." you admitted a little bashfully as they looked at each other when you said that and grabbed each others' shoulders.

"WE BECAME FRIENDS WITH THEM OH MY GOD"

and from then on, you two became a trio--skating to and from school as much as you could, hanging out at each others' places for a sleepover or a friends' night, and finding all sorts of cool, undiscovered places where you three could skate for a little and perform new stunts.

you three were there for each others' newest scars and scrapes from skating and to film each others' newest stunts. of course, you were always the one carrying the med kits in case anyone got hurt and always had their phone charged and a map in hand if you got lost and/or needed medical assistance or someone to pick you guys up.

and honestly, this is the sweetest friendship you have ever experienced in a long while--with miles and gwen adoring you and admiring all your awesome tricks and stunts, and with you getting prouder and prouder of them the better they got 🫶🫶🫶

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @solecitoszn

#miles morales #gwen stacy #earth 1610 miles morales #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy x reader #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse imagines

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turkey-sandwich · 5 months

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I cooked some shuffle units

Murder mystery

Okay, this one is the one that prompted all this. Please this would be the fucking funniest thing ever (I think I already did this exact lineup somewhere)

Just. Consider Shu's beef against Eichi, then you got Eichi's beef against tomoya. All the while there's whatever himeru and tattsun got going on. Also meru's detective thingy

Steampunk

I just want mayoi on a big ass ship again serving cunt. Also mayoi and nii-chan interactions. Rei is there because of course he is (we ignore that they were both in la mort). Everybody in this shuffle at some point has to clown on sena because it's morally correct to clown on izumi sena

Fairytale

Very obviously not inspired by dragons flying over a nowhere forest by ao3 user 21397942794 (lie) (you should read it btw it's really good it has a dragon and midoyuzu)

Also naru is a princess and midoyuzu shenanigans. Also yuzuara. And sora going "I know what you are" to Midori. Nagisa is there because I need to further my "Midori having weird but wholesome friendships with everyone in Eden" agenda. But also the bridal march tour gave me brainworms for yuzuru and nagi friendship

Circus themed

It's actually just me making an excuse to put torikasa in a unit. And jun going "haha mini ohii-san" to Tori. Torikasa being insufferable to each other that Kanata looks at them and then plays clown music because they're fucking idiots (affectionate). Mika just vibes. Also momo and sumomo returns

Megane

That's it. That's the whole shuffle unit. Just the guys with glasses. And chiaki. He gets a new glasses card. This fanservice for the megane fans (me, I am the megane fans)

Also one of them loses their glasses at one point and they have to stumble around to look for it like Velma does (it's either keito or mugi)

Futuristic

Madaleo.

They also probably use the VR thing again. And the closest thing we'll ever get to DF comeback. Mao and yuta are there because I think it's funny if they got to witness the insane chaos in the front row while kohaku's like "first time?"

Vibing at the zoo

Peachy and Thunder returns and is featured in a card that's higher than 3✩. Please HappyEle bring back the frogs....

Also wawa's birds are here, and Leon. Subaru would be here, but that would mean 3/4(?) of ANIMALS are in this unit. And I need hiiro vibing with kuro. Maybe a sparring session between them

Beach day

BEACH DAY!! Kaoru teaches mitsuru to surf and Niki grills food on the beach. Everyone is having fun. Subaru and mitsuru race with daikichi on the beach. Life is good

Obligatory someone gets hit by a volleyball in the head (it's kaoru)

Survival-esque horror

Halloween I think? Think zombie apocalypse and these are the main characters tying to survive

And also because literally any interaction with rinne is fucking funny as hell. Also remember in the main story when the bees were causing trouble? Yeah. The whole fiasco with tricking Akatsuki, kicking koga off the stage, the ryuseitai being called fake heroes incident (and rinne and niki running off on a motorcycle only for Kanata and chiaki to catch up with them and tie them up to bring them back to es). Yeah. Rinne gotta deal with that. Interesting things. And rinne gets to make fun of aira about hiiro's marriage proposal in matrix

#im not tagging everyone #just some of them #shu itsuki #mayoi ayase #yuzuru fushimi #kanata shinkai #keito hasumi #leo tsukinaga #wataru hibiki #kaoru hakaze #rinne amagi #enstars

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thebrainrotsreal · 3 months

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I’m interested in the idea of Mark and Kate interacting. With how the story focus on Mark’s journey it’s easy to forget he’s not the only punching bag character in the series. They’re both people who have been beaten down by life, who have fought against opponents stronger than them and lost spectacularly but somehow move forward and try to do good despite the odds being against them. Kate also seems to be dealing with some family drama too if the S1 imprisoned supervillain with duplication powers shares any association with her. I just like the idea of Mark talking to other superheroes his own age besides Eve.

OH SAME! They're such an underrated, if not like non-existent dynamic that would be so good, like hello????

Agreeing with every little thing you said, anon!!! They're both determined as fuck to do the right thing and keep moving forward, and if they both have family drama, that'd be perfect because they know exactly how the other feels! It's perfect scenario for bonding!!! Another shoulder to lean on! Considering there's drama with Eve & Rex, I'd image they'd be a breath of fresh air to each other! Plus, I always pondered how Mark, who often gets beat to the verge of death and keeps living anyway, (which hello high pain tolerance? or forced to have a high tolerance???) AND Kate, who feels every single clone death in agonizing scrutiny (which DAMN GIRL, SAME QUESTION BUT ALSO HOLY SHIT), can ALSO bond over those kind of death-like experiences. They can pop right back up, yeah, but that kind of agony has gotta fuck with you severely.

Kate especially whose been a hero longer than Mark has, and as probably felt herself die so many times and still has to fight anyway, just feeling yourself being ripped apart mid-battle is insane. WHICH IS TO SAY: MARK AND KATE DYNAMICS, PLEASE. Like unlike Rex whose shown to be dismissive of Kate's clones, Mark, in the very little 0.8 seconds of interaction, is polite! He doesn't dismiss them, and just outright asks who to face to be respectful! Granted he never gets his question answered, but still. Their dynamic could have bloomed.

Every day I wish they could talk. Kate get away from The Immortal, please, I promise there are better people to lean on, holy shit. Not to mention that so far her only intimate, or just more than friend/coworker dynamics are either the Immortal, which, man you are like over 100 grandpa, GROSS, or REX who used her to cheat on Eve. She needs a relationship that isn't romantic/sexual outright, which is not to dissuade shippers, but like holy shit she needs some friends. And so does Mark! They just feel like both incredibly isolated characters!

Basically their friendship would make so much sense! And it would do them both some good! Kate gets someone to lean on who can actually understand and empathize with the struggles, in family drama, in agonizing deaths, in pushing forward anyway because she wants to do the right thing, and Mark the same!

Plus, with s2 finale's leaving Mark fresh off the morality crisis of taking a life, and yet Future!Eve tasked him with confessing to Eve like he doesn't have other shit to process makes talking to Eve a fuck ton of pressure. The timing is almost comedic istg.

This scene will never not be utterly insane and hilarious to me. Like side step the fact you almost stayed stranded out here for years, ignore the fact there is a version out here who survived and became someone you "wouldn't like", ignore the fact you just killed someone exactly like how your dad nearly killed you, confess to me, Mark. LIKE GIRL. HELLO?

They just feel like perfect, potential friends! Like come on, please? Please. Let them interact for more than 0.05 nanoseconds. Fanfic writers where are you. Please. WE WERE ROBBED I TELL YOU! FUCKING ROBBED!

Ty again for the ask, invincible anon! :DDD

#invincible rotating in my mind #mark grayson #duplikate #asks #yap yap yap #TY ANON AGAIN #i love yapping about this show #i love the idea of them hanging out so badly and just kinda talking and being teenagers for once #kate giving mark tips about fighting since she's actually experienced and doesn't have like super strength #maybe even tips about hero costumes to get out blood stains #going shopping and hanging out on roof tops and all the chill spots within the GDA #mark being able to lend a listening ear to her and relating to like Fucked Up Family #Mark flying around to show her cool shops or just bringing back random assortment of international snacks they try together #just joking and teasing around and being okay for once #invincible show

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excuse me, how's creepy castle's lore so batshit, that it isn't well-documented in the wiki?.

(In regards to this post)

Creepy Castle's the sort of game that doesn't sound terribly batshit on paper (especially not compared to some of the other stuff I blog about, e.g. Sam & Max), but playing it blind socked me in the guts emotionally.

It's been a good five years since I played this game but let me see if I can sum up the weird yet effective genre drifting it does.

Creepy Castle is initially straightforward. Moth, a plucky young knight, hears that an evil king is planning to steal all the capacity for love from the world using a device called The Heartbreaker. Moth sets out to stop him.

Chapter 1 is your standard quirky indie RPG. Earthbound-inspired enemies, a lot of silly notes, medieval dungeon crawling… just generally silly nonsense.

While traversing the castle, Moth is repeatedly challenged by other weirdo adventurers who all believe only they have the ability to take down the king. One of them is an asexual aromantic archer, who - even though he has no interest in love himself - is repulsed that Darking would want to rob people's agency.

I bring this up for a couple of reasons, but in the short run I just need you to know his name is Arrow Ace.

Fucking lol. You have no idea how happy this made me.

The most relevant rival is Ant Queen, who - four hours into epic fantasy adventure - suddenly reveals she's an alien from another universe. That Heartbreaker Darking made to steal everyone's emotions? Yeah it's not magic, it's powered by a part of her spaceship that broke off when she crash landed in the castle. And she needs it back.

...Sure! Moving on.

Moth confronts Darking in the throne room and fights to save the world, until Darking starts having a wee bit of a breakdown. No, he doesn't want to destroy the concept of love. He wants to destroy emotion, period. Darking knows his people are suffering, and wants to guarantee that nobody will ever suffer heartbreak ever again.

And if the only way to do that is by stealing every emotion, good or bad? Well, so be it.

Moth is fairly young and naive, the sort of hero who was raised on a very black-and-white approach to morality. Having to beat up someone with good intent to save the world? Knowing that he can't stab societal problems?

...It gradually takes a toll.

Darking is eventually knocked out, and Ant Queen assures Moth he did the right thing.

But again, the world's not that simple.

Destroying the Heartbreaker has prevented people from being permanently locked into apathy, but has not fixed anything else. Darking is right - Dopterra's people are still suffering en masse, and by failing to eliminate negative emotions the gods themselves realise the planet is fated to collapse into despair and tear itself apart.

So, in response to Darking's defeat, the gods send down a demon known as the Possessor to save everyone some time and destroy it early. Minimise suffering, as it were, by going scorched earth.

The demon kills Darking and possesses his corpse, much to Moth's terror. Ant Queen is forced to step in, using the power of friendship and this gun she found.

Incidentally the gun doesn't shoot bullets, demons are immune to those. She shoots and kills the guy by opening a space/time rift right through his stomach.

Sorry you had to see that Moth but you gotta admit that's a sick way to go out.

Later, the same demon tries his shit again and gets beat up by a transgender butterfly. Long story. I'll put it in the footnotes.

Finally the Possessor goes fuck this shit, decides to stop possessing people, and possesses a meteor and hurls it at planet Dopterra.

Ant Queen takes over the role of protagonist, and sets off across the universe in her spaceship to stop Moth's planet from getting nuked to shit. Creepy Castle: where the castle is optional.

Ant Queen's got a three step plan:

Find out who the Possessor is, and that he was a weapon made by the gods. (See above.)

Figure out where the gods live while avoiding Pinky, Ant Queen's abusive mother figure. (Another long story, but Pinky is a mad scientist type who bioengineers sentient creatures with free will - specifically so she can have fun enslaving them. Ant Queen is one of her creations, but she got too strong and ran away.)

Show up at the gods' doorstep, call them a bitch, and make them call Possessor off.

Unfortunately the gods aren't home and their doorman is incapable of intervening. Ant Queen has the horrible realisation that this might all be futile.

With only a few hours left before the Possessor's meteor is set to destroy the planet, everyone starts getting desperate. I can't find footage of it but I could've sworn Ant Queen blackmails the leader of the space mafia into getting as many people off Dopterra as possible before the meteor hits.

There's another part where Ant Queen's crew discuss getting Pinky to help - even if it means all the people she'd "rescue" from the planet would be converted into slaves. I don't think they go through with it, but the fact it was on the table made for one of the most harrowing conversations I've seen in a family friendly video game.

Ant Queen rolls up her nonexistent sleeves and decides to go down to the meteor and beat the elder death deity up her own fucking self.

She succeeds, saving the planet from death by giant rock. But in the end, she doesn't fault the Possessor for what he was trying to do.

At the end of the day, he was screwed over by his parents even more than she was. At least she had free will, and a chance to make friends.

My memories get pretty hazy after that. I think it's implied the gods are dead, and the world trucks on towards its prophesied doom, and it's unknown if anything can be done about it. Particularly as the squad just killed the only tools the gods left behind. iirc it was a bit of a setup to a second "season", but five years down the track and nothing has materialised.

Regardless, there you have it. That's how a tiny little game about a Moth knight seeking out an evil king turns into elder gods, free will, nature vs. nurture, and a sprinkling of moth depression.

Speaking of that last one, I had to leave a lot of character arcs out of the above explanation for the sake of flow, but here's some stuff worth mentioning:

Moth is traumatised from his fight with Darking (not to mention causing his double-death AND being told by Possessor that he triggered a slow apocalypse in the process), and quits being a hero for a while. He disappears into the depths of the castle and I think gets possessed for a bit? Until the aformentioned transgender Butterfly shows up to rescue him and help him through it all. I don't remember this chapter terribly well because it was three in the morning when I played it. Somebody please clue me in, all I remember is the fleshy hell hallway.

There's an optional chapter where Butterfly's grandparent does an archeological expedition to discover lore about the Architects (gods). I never finished this one, but I did find the corpse of one Architect in a jail cell several miles below ground. I would love to know what the fuck that's about.

Darking's head knight is called Monsoon. He's initially portrayed as a standard loyal evil knight, but after Darking's defeat he's firmly on the side of the heroes. He's such a dorky old man and I love him. He cannot work skype to save his life

Northernlion is a playable character for some reason and will die in one hit

One of the first boss fights in Ant Queen's chapter is against a bat who attacks you... by turning the combat interface into choose your own adventure text prompts. If you get his questions wrong he writes fanfiction about how annoyed AQ is at the situation. It's great

#inbox #creepy castle blogging

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in2thenewworld · 5 months

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matchup for @qlassicc

hey hey!! this was such an easy decision, thank you for being so sweet and also thank you for letting my write for dmc, im always a bit biased to dmc requests my faves <3

alright, let’s get to it, this party’s getting crazy!

…ପ( •̤ᴗ•̤ )੭ु⁾⁾.｡.:✽・ﾟ＋

your match is…

DANTE!

* the main boy, the best boy, the devil that may cry himself!

* dante is all charisma and jokes but god, this man needs loving asap. you may worry that your clinginess is coming off as too much, but with dante that’s simply not at all the case. he’s exactly the same as you, in fact. it’s super difficult to pull you guys away from each other when dante isn’t out on a mission. suddenly nero and kyrie don’t look so cheesy… 😭

* please spoil him with your reassuring words and love, he needs it. he’s not the type of guy that will drain you mentally at all, he just needs someone to feel safe around and will give you the same in return.

* you never have to worry about dante turning his back or taking you for granted, that’s simply not in his moral code.

* you don’t like housework- neither does he… 😭 lady will scold you guys for leaving the office in clutter, but she can’t argue that it makes you all the more a perfect match.

* a bit of aggression and edge is a plus when dating someone as hunted down as dante. the devil hunter is into his fair share of conflicts; it’s a bit of weight off his back to not have to worry as much about you, but he’ll still be here to defend until his last breath.

* everyone in dmc besides nico is very tall so the height difference is amusing to say the least. dante is basically scary dog privileges now.

* PIZZA DATE! couch, blanket, pizza, video games and/or movies. you got it made. and dante is like a heater too so he’s perfect to cozy up to on a cold night. ^-^

* neither of y’all know money management that well but that’s okay 💀

* dante is a tease- a total wind up. he’ll probably come and pester you a lot, but only out of love. sometimes someone’s gotta give him a nudge and a “leave her alone dante” if you’re too busy but he means zero harm.

* humour is very important when it comes to dating dante so it’s a massive plus that you’ve got it! he’s the best company, but he can’t do much around someone that’s boring- there’s no conversation to work with!

* dante will 100% provide retail therapy, even if the lights are shut off in the office 😭 you’re gonna be spoiled hardcore, trust in that.

* on the other hand, you’ll have formed some friendships with the people in dante’s circle by now, and trish makes the PERFECT shopping partner! 🫶

#matchups #stella does matchups 💐#devil may cry #dmc matchups

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Alight - 1.1

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader x Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia

Word Count: 2,678

Rating: M? There’s some language and mentions of sex. The plot features a scary situation and some blood/violence, but it’s canon-typical for the Triple Frontier guys.

Summary: Waking up in the middle of the night to sounds from downstairs, Frankie realizes he needs to protect the things he cares about most.

Author’s note:

This is set in the Caught On universe (after the main storyline) but it can be read as a standalone, too - just with the knowledge that there’s more to this Frankie/Reader/Pope situation than friendship.

I had this vision while I was putting lights on my tree last week and couldn’t stop thinking about it, so here we are. It’s dumb and kind of pointless but I couldn’t stop thinking about a very specific visual.

Part 2 (Reader’s POV) coming tomorrow.

“Hey.” He spoke quietly into your ear, his entire body on alert. “Wake up.” You moved beneath him, back arching as you stretched. Under normal circumstances, Frankie would have taken a few seconds to appreciate the way the soft parts of your body felt as they pressed against him, but he didn’t do it that night. Because this isn’t a normal circumstance. “You’ve gotta -”

“Frankie?” You inhaled and then tried again, voice thick with sleep. “Frankie, w-” He cut you off with a hand over your mouth and you froze beneath him, Frankie swearing to himself. Shit, don’t scare her.

“Everything’s alright but I you’ve gotta be quiet and listen to me. Do you understand?” His voice was barely more than a whisper, lips directly over your ear. “I need you to nod if you do.”

Your head moved up and down three times and Frankie pulled his hand away from your mouth, shifting so that his body was atop yours, the man looking down and directly into your eyes. He saw fear there, the moonlight shining in through the cracks in the curtains illuminating an expression that he usually did everything to keep from your face, and the man winced, taking a breath.

“Someone’s in the house. Heard a crash downstairs a minute ago. I need you to put some clothes on and get ready to call 911.”

“What?” You were whispering, too. “Someone’s in -” It was his turn to nod, Frankie pressing his lips together as he shifted off of you and toward the side of the bed where the floor didn’t creak, climbing off of it and standing. “‘Frankie, don’t -”

“Stay quiet.” He murmured the words, still leaning over you. “Might just be Pope or one of the guys, but I don’t know yet.” And if it’s not, the last thing I want is whoever it is to find you like this.

You’d fallen asleep a few hours earlier wearing nothing, your exhausted body curled around his, and even though he loved waking up to the sight of your bare skin, that night, he wished you’d put something on. “Pope’s not coming tonight.” You sat up, frowning. “It’s too late for -”

“We’ll see.” His eyes darted to the dresser, where he kept a handgun, and then back to you. “Call them as soon as I leave the room. And no matter what you hear, stay up here. Lock yourself in the bathroom.”

You both heard it then - a quiet thunk from downstairs, the sound loud enough to be heard through the partially opened door - followed by complete silence. It’s not one of the guys. They would have turned a light on. “Frankie, you....” He saw that you were still scared and knew he needed to act, Frankie straightening up and running his thumb over your lips. “Please be careful.”

It was little more than a breath but he heard you nonetheless, and by the time he’d crept to the doorway, opening it slowly and giving you one final look over his shoulder, Frankie was back on high alert.

You’d listen to him - at least he hoped you would, and so he took a deep breath and crouched down, making his way to the stairs. His first instinct upon hearing the noise was to call out, but another, quieter one immediately afterward had kept him from doing so, Frankie’s second instinct to cover your body and wake you up - which he’d done immediately.

As he crept down the steps, still in almost complete darkness, Frankie kept close to the wall, eyes wide open and adrenaline pumping, both hands already curled into loose fists.

Carrying the gun would have been the easier option, but if Colombia had taught Frankie anything, it was that he was sometimes too quick on the trigger. And if I fuckin’ shoot one of my friends because I couldn’t wait, I wouldn’t forgive myself.

The sounds got louder the closer he got to the main floor - someone was clearly rummaging through things in the living room. For one brief moment, Frankie wondered if his past was finally catching up to him, and then even before the thought was fully formed, he’d dismissed it. No, they wouldn’t waste time looking through shelves if that’s why they were here.

His bare feet hit the hardwood floor, and Frankie crept forward, eyes narrowed as he peeked into the living room, a hunched over figure in front of the TV stand. Fucking figures.

There’d been a string of break-ins in the area over the previous few weeks, the holiday season making people desperate, and it seemed that that night, someone had chosen your place to target. Wrong decision.

He wasn’t afraid for himself, or that the person that had broken in would get past him and to you now that he was downstairs, because that wasn’t even an option.

Instead, he was afraid that his reaction would go past the point of necessity - that when he confronted the person, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself before he took things too far. Only if I have to. And more than that, he was worried of what you’d think about him handling the situation if it resulted in bodily injury. We’ll see what happens.

After a half minute of observation, he only saw one person in the room. Even though Frankie didn’t know if anyone else was lurking outside on your porch to keep watch, he decided it didn’t matter, the recurring thought of you upstairs and vulnerable kicking him back into action.

He took a breath, closing his eyes, and then Frankie stood up straight, staring into the room that the other man was in, the space somewhat brighter than the hall thanks to streetlights outside.

He had multiple advantages - his combat experience, the fact that he was running on pure adrenaline, the desire to protect you and his home helping him focus - but Frankie forced himself to wait, flattening himself against the wall and keeping in the shadows, though he didn’t look away from the person in the living room.

Subduing the man was the goal. Finding a way to keep him immobilized until the police arrived was all Frankie needed to do - and so he acted, waiting until the stranger was fully turned away to enter the room, his feet carrying him quickly around the end of the couch so that he was directly behind the intruder.

Frankie’s arm shot out before the other man even had a chance to react, winding around the man’s neck and dragging him backwards. He heard a shout, the sound throttled at the end, and as he flexed his arm, tightening his hold, Frankie pressed his other hand against the side of the other man’s head, keeping him from turning it. “Wrong fuckin’ house, asshole.”

He hissed the words out, the man struggling in his hold, fingers clawing at Frankie’s bare arms, and then without warning, Frankie felt a heavy, booted foot come down on one of his, the pain making him see stars. Shit. He roared in agony, but his momentary lapse in focus meant that the intruder was able to rear his head back into Frankie’s face and slip free, turning around and reaching for his waistband. Fuck.

He reacted right away, lashing out with a closed fist and clocking the man in the jaw, and Frankie was pleased to see him stumble - but he didn’t go down.

His foot was throbbing, and even though it was painful, he managed to dodge the man’s return swing, reaching with his right hand and punching the thief directly in the stomach. He stumbled backwards again, but before he could fall, Frankie grabbed for him, hauling the man to the side and then shoving him down, one leg sweeping out on instinct to kick the second man’s feet from beneath him and force him onto his back in the open space by the couch. Not the fucking tree.

They crashed to the floor in a heap, Frankie climbing on top of the other man and pinning him, upper lip curled into a snarl beneath his mustache. “Like I said, you picked the wrong house tonight, asshole.”

The man’s nose was already bleeding, but Frankie didn’t care, rearing back and punching him again, knuckles connecting with a sickening crack that he barely heard. But when the man went limp beneath him, Frankie finally took a breath, closing his eyes. I got him.

The whole fight had taken less than a minute but he was breathing hard, Frankie’s adrenaline pumping, and he knew that once that had worn off, he’d really feel the pain of his foot getting stomped on and the hit he’d taken to the face. But I’m alright now, and I need to … Looking around, Frankie searched for something to restrain the intruder with.

Zip ties would have been his first choice, but there weren’t any in the room, and the idea of getting up and leaving the unconscious man for long enough to get them from the kitchen made his skin crawl. Find something else.

He released a deep breath, looking down - and then saw one of the unused strands of lights beneath the tree where you’d left it before heading to bed. “That’ll work.”

Leaning forward, he grabbed for the end of it and then scooted backwards, rolling the man onto his stomach before winding the cord around his wrists and twisting it tight. Only needs to last a couple minutes like this. Tucking the end of the strand to secure it, Frankie pulled his hands back, flexing his fingers - and realized that they were bloody, thanks to the steady stream leaking from the man’s likely broken nose. Shit. That’s gonna get everywhere.

He hoped that you’d called the police already, and just as he opened his mouth to yell up to you, he heard you say his name from the entryway to the living room, Frankie’s head whipping in your direction. Fuck. “I told you to stay upstairs.”

“Yeah, well.” You stepped into the room, features illuminated by the streetlights. “I called the police and told them someone was breaking in, and that I heard you fighting with them. Gave them the address and then hung up.” You shrugged. “Figured that it might make someone come faster if we weren’t still on the phone. Smart.

“How much of that did you see?” He swallowed hard, eyes still on you, one hand pressing down on the center of the man beneath him’s back. “How long have you been down here?”

You rounded the couch but didn’t move any closer, and Frankie was surprised to see that you were wearing only a long t shirt and pair of shorts, your phone held tightly in one hand as you crossed your arms over his chest. You knew about his past - knew the things he’d done both in the service and after, but that didn’t mean that he liked you seeing what he was capable of.

“I saw you grab him, so the whole thing.” Your eyes moved between Frankie and the man on the ground. “Did he step on your foot?

“Yeah.” Frankie waved it off. “I’ll be fine, though.” He sniffed, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand and wincing as he hit the bridge of his nose with the heel of it. Ow. “You should go back upstairs. If he wakes up, I don’t want you down here.”

“I’ll be fine. You’re right there.” You stepped away from him and toward the wall, bending down. “But hang on a sec, it’s too dark in here.”

Moments later Frankie blinked at the brightness of the multicolored lights you’d just plugged in, half of the string wound around the man’s arms and wrists, the other half stretched out beneath the tree. “What the…”

His gaze rose to meet yours and at the look on your face, Frankie couldn’t help the shocked laugh that escaped him, yours joining only a few seconds later as you dropped own onto the couch, covering your face with both hands.

He watched your shoulders shake, and immediately knew that your reaction was due to the fact that you hadn’t really started to process what was happening. And as his laugh got louder, Frankie realized that the same was true for him. It’ll happen though.

“Might as well make things festive while we wait, right?” You murmured the words, turning your head to look at him. “Good thing we left those lights out.” Yeah, it is. Your phone vibrated in your hand then, and Frankie watched as you flipped it over so that you could read the screen, a tiny smile on your face at whatever you saw. “Pope’s coming in.” What?

Seconds later, the door burst completely open and the dark-haired man entered the room, immediately moving toward where you sat. “You doin’ alright, ‘Fish?”

“I am.” He nodded, the tightness in his chest loosening a little. “But how’d you -”

“She texted me. Said unless it was me sneaking in that someone was in the house and you were taking care of it, so I got in my car and here I am.” Pope sat on the couch next to you, the man putting himself between you and where Frankie was, and at the sight of an additional barrier between you and potential danger, he felt more tension leave his body, despite the fact that he was kneeling above an unconscious, tied up man on your living room floor. “He’s out cold, Cat. How hard you hit him?”

“Hard enough.” He straightened up, eyes on the way that Pope reached for you with one hand, the man’s fingers twining with yours, watching as you inched closer on the couch and leaned your head against Santiago’s shoulder without looking away from him. “He’ll be fine, but he won’t -”

Frankie stopped speaking as he heard the sound of sirens growing louder, your attention going to the wide open front door along with his. That was fast. “Hey. Before they get in here…” Pope cleared his throat, saying your name and then Frankie’s. “I love what you’ve done with the Christmas lights this year.”

It broke the tension further, and Frankie didn’t even try to stop the laugh that erupted from his throat, the sounds of your amusement and Pope’s audible moments later, too. “I’m really glad you’re here, Pope.”

“Where else would I be?” He coughed, clearing his throat. “I’m here as long as you guys need me.” Good. Frankie nodded once, eyes moving from his friend to you, the corners of his mouth lifting briefly - and then back to Pope, a single nod the only other acknowledgement he made.

Trying to steady his breaths, Frankie closed his eyes and lowered his shoulders, settling back onto his legs and removing both hands from the intruder’s body. She’s safe. I’m safe. It could have been much worse.

If it had been anyone else but Pope that showed up, Frankie’s reaction would have been different - annoyance instead of relief, anger that someone thought he couldn’t handle the situation on his own. But Pope just needed to know that she … that we were alright.

Reaching forward, Frankie slipped a finger beneath the strand of lights and tugged, ensuring that it was tight - and then he finally stood, turning to where the two of you sat. “Hey.” He cleared his throat. “Are you -”

You lept to your feet, Pope dropping your hand immediately, and when Frankie felt your arms go around him, cheek pressed flush to his bare shoulder and his hands tightening against your back, he relaxed completely. “I’m fine. Thank you for keeping us safe.”

He barely heard your whispered words, but that didn’t stop him from replying, his mouth moving against the top of your head. “You act like I’d ever let anything happen to you.”

“She knows you wouldn’t, ‘Fish.” Pope leaned back against the cushions of the couch, Frankie locking eyes with him as he continued to hold you tightly. “Everyone does.”

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Taglist reblog coming soon!

#frankie morales x reader #frankie x female reader #frankie morales #francisco morales x reader #frankie x reader x pope #caught on #alight #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x reader x santiago #tw: home invasion #tw: robbery #santiago 'pope' garcia #reader x frankie #reader x pope #pedro pascal character #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #triple frontier au

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unknown-lifeform · 9 months

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tseng and sephiroth for the character ask :)

Tseng

Sexuality Headcanon: probably some flavor of aromantic going on, like I do think he might feel romantically attracted to people from time to time but mainly he doesn't really notice

Gender Headcanon: I like him as the stealthiest trans man ever. Gender is an exercise in burying information and he is winning this

A ship I have with said character: I like to think that the Turks are all kind of lowkey involved in a general vague something that no one really wants to acknowledge or think too much about it. So I'm gonna go ahead and say all the other Turks

A BROTP I have with said character: Honestly I loved the hints we had of him interacting with Zack in Crisis Core, it felt like the least messy relationship Tseng got to have in the Compilation - with the Turks, he's the boss, with Rufus, he's a subordinate, with Aerith it's complicated at best, but it really felt he just liked Zack as a person. Maybe Rebirth will give us more of it, who knows

A NOTP I have with said character: I don't really like Tseng/Aerith, gotta say. I get the like basis behind it and why people ship it, but I prefer it as some kind of complex messy sorta friendship with a lot of difficult history

A random headcanon: I think it's funny if Tseng was the most well-rested person in Shinra. Like you see everyone there working overtime - whether it's actually working like Reeve, who honestly looks like he needs to sleep for 20 hours straight, or if it's their personal after hours fun like whatever Scarlet and Hojo are up to all the time. And Tseng does make a perfect candidate for overworked and exhausted to the bone with all the messes Turks without doubts need to deal with, right? But what if he wasn't. What if he gets his nice 8 hours of sleep every day and full meals and is just at peak physical performance all the time. People don't think he should be able to, that he should have way too much work for it, they always see him at the office, but Tseng is just magic like that. It's time to go to bed and he will go to bed

General Opinion over said character: he's a pretty enjoyable character overall, I like that since og we've had these hints that he's way more complex and caring than he lets on, I'm very into this whole morally grey villain thing he has. I never actually end up writing him or anything tho, I just find it hard to get a good grasp on him. Like he's enjoyable but at the same time he doesn't give me the same kind of serotonin supply other characters do, and he's just hard to work with on some level

Sephiroth

Sexuality Headcanon: gay but he himself almost doesn't notice. He's not interested in dating or sex for the sake of it and more often than not he himself doesn't notice what's going on, it's more like he just occasionally stumbles across someone he likes and he wouldn't quite call himself gay because for all he knows it might just be coincidence he ends up being into men

Gender Headcanon: tbh Sephiroth can be literally any gender imaginable, he has the range

A ship I have with said character: welcome to the Sefikura blog with the novel length Sefikura fic lmao. But also all of ASGZC is good

A BROTP I have with said character: in settings where I have only Sefikura as a ship going on, then I love friendship with Angeal, Genesis, or Zack. I also like Sephiroth and Aerith being besties but Sephiroth never admitting he may actually like being around her

A NOTP I have with said character: I'm fairly flexible when it comes to Sephiroth ships. I will say I tend not to read Sephiroth/Vincent because I'm a dad Vincent fan and that kind of informs my whole reading of their relationship, but since it's also just a theory I don't like overall care a lot

A random headcanon: thanks to his alien dna mix Sephiroth actually has ended up having a mild allergic reaction to some specific types of plants that normal human beings have 0 reaction to. I don't know what type of plant exactly, just that they're not common in Midgar and from time to time Sephiroth will come back from a mission with a mild rash on the exposed part of his chest and think it was just the leather chafing in a weird way. The Science Department could probably figure it out but Hojo is in too much denial to admit Sephiroth may have a puny human weakness like allergies

General Opinion over said character: before snapping he was a wonderfully complex character who was beaten over and over by the world around him and really just deserved a hug. After he went murder happy he became very entertaining and also extremely villain hot. 10/10 character he has it all

#ask #anon #ff7 #thanks for the ask!

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wigglebox · 2 years

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awelfjawelkfawe

okay here’s what i wrote for IMDB’s rating, but i’m putting it here because BOY DID I LOVE THAT EPISODE [this doesn’t get very meta-y just me gushing on the episode[

I loved this episode a lot, like a whole lot. Not that I didn't love the other ones, but this one hit something different.

Even if you just boil down the episode to the asthetics, The lighting, the color palette, the setting of Carrie's room which felt straight out of a 1980s horror film, and the monsters lair. I loved it all so much. It did feel like the 70s, and I am admiring any show that attempts to pull off 1972, especially on network television (though, let's be real, streaming platforms also sometimes don't get this correct either).

*Noting for the Tumblr post - i did catch one lens flare! On John’s flashlight in the room. I think there were others but I def. caught that one.

I loved the story as well, the meaning behind the monster and how to defeat it, and I absolutely loved that with the monster, we got to peek into Latika's life a little bit. I can't wait for more of her story to be revealed. Honestly the whole episode I wanted to give her a hug, she seemed emotionally heavy with something.

Ada and Carlos is a team up I want more often because that was fantastic as well. Ada to me feels like Rowena, where she seems one step below ruthless, but she knows her shit and can come across perhaps morally gray in the future. Not as a villain, but as someone who is going to do what she's gotta do to get the job done. She seemingly has so many tricks up her sleeve and trapping that demon in that bonsai tree even after it confessed was *chef's kiss*. Also, I had to laugh at the demon smacking Carlos down to the ground and Carlos kinda smiling going "You wanna go???"

I loved this almost like - three way love ... well it's not really a triangle but this love.... issue happening. You got John who likes Mary to whatever extent, we learn that he DID PROPOSE to a former beau of his, Betty, which really pulled at my heart strings. And then you can clearly tell that Latika has a little bit of a crush on him as well.

The heartbreak is that Betty is a good option for him and there were clearly still feelings there, unresolved ones, I feel like even at the end of the episode (I gasped when she took that ring out), and that John and Latika are honestly adorable to think about together.

The saddest thing is just knowing that John and Mary will be smooshed together at some point, but right now I'm loving their strong friendship. John's insistence that he needs her and his scramble to save her out of the monster's lair was really wonderful and emotional. And the whole talk in order to get her out of there actually made me tear up a little bit.

I think two of the biggest shocks to me was that Deanna and Samuel had been separated for a bit of time. Rocky marriage? Wasn't aware of that! I was wondering in the last two episodes where she's been so I'm happy the show addressed it this episode.

Also, Mary going to see a movie alone after passing up to see it with John, and then meeting some stranger there and agreeing to see it with him. Though, in my brain I'm like "Mary it's 1972, don't go with stranger young adult men. They wind up serial killers!"

So it'll be interesting to see if we get Betty back or see where Mary's temporary love interests go. I would love to see Betty again. Usually I roll my eyes at the ex showing up because usually it's ust to cause trouble but given the fact that this show is in part a love story, I don't find it to be forced whatsoever. And! She's a cop. She can be an asset in their monster club.

The ending with the DJ Rockin' Roxy and the spider-monster (the Akrida? I think that's them right?) perked me up. She's seemingly the woman in the cloak from the end of episode 2 and I have to wonder what she's up to. Though, when the monster first crawled out of the woods I screamed again because I hate things that crawl in the dark, but then nope! It's like a little retriever dog!

But I enjoyed how Mary is already questioning why there is a North Indian folklore monster and a Colombian folklore monster back to back. Something's up!

The last two episodes one of my main kinda sticking points was the expository dialogue but that was minimal if not completely not there for me this week. Nothing really felt stiff and said just for us the audience. I understand the first few episodes of a show may have to do that so usually I give it a pass. But this episode felt smoother! I don't know if it's because we're acclimating to the characters, but I really loved this episode. And I can't wait for next week!

#the winchesters #spnwin #go rate on imdb if you haven't!

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ecstly2 · 9 months

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hey it's len! (again). hopefully things go better this time around LOL. anyway... links:

about

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plots

like this to plot, and my old tldr under the cut for a quicker read

— bio

easton cho, born in canada and lived in his korean-canadian household pretty much right until starting uni. in his last year of compsci – thank god, because studying is so damn boring.

had the most amazing & supportive father, which almost made up for missing a mother. almost. neither parents had an anomaly, so after he was born his anti-anomaly mother couldn’t cope with trying to care for a baby she couldn’t see and dipped. it’s okay though, he doesn’t remember and doesn’t feel like he needs to.

grew up in a small port town, locals didn’t hate him but they didn’t love him. he had trouble learning about his anomaly at first. so they teased him by calling him a ‘ghost’ because of certain aspects of his invisibility that people could catch on to. like the faint shadows, footsteps, his form getting caught on camera.

but that didn’t bother him. he caught on from a young age that keeping his cool kept his visibility in check, too. he grew up to be pretty apathetic. not because he’d learned how to forgive and let go and all that peaceful stuff, but he realized it was just too hard to care for so many things all the time.

there was one thing he cared about though.

video games. why else would he pick a tedious, awful major like compsci. east was pretty chill most of the time but when he played video games he was a different person.

his favorite was league of legends. make of that what you will. bro gets tilted. it’s honestly refreshing to see him show some emotions when that happens.

later on his father suggested sua and east couldn’t find it in himself to argue or look for another promising school.

so off he went 👻

— personality

he is so chill. too chill. like when you get mad at someone because they just seem like they don’t care about anything– that’s east. be careful. if you missed your exit on the highway he wouldn’t tell you.

things just seem so easy for him because he doesn’t take anything too seriously. got a test tomorrow? no worries. he studied for 80 hours already and can lend you his flashcards if you need them. he just does what he’s gotta do. because if he doesn’t finish that first he can’t play video games. and his goal is to play the games.

90% of the time he’s like this. just living life. but there is the 10% where so much has built up he just explodes. in a good way or a bad way. nothing can hide forever, and emotions are no exception.

so… he grew up in a male-only household. yeah. he doesn’t really know how to talk to girls. not in a misogynistic way you know but he’s pretty damn awkward at first. in fact, he’s probably awkward as hell to most guys too. he spent most of his social development years screaming at his teammates on league.

please try not to cry in front of him. he really doesn’t know how to make you feel better. a pat on the back? or like… offering you a tissue? he’s pretty apathetic, which doesn’t bode well for most of his past friendships, but he can’t help it. this doesn’t mean he’s ill-willed though. he does have morals. and tries to be a good person. but he’s probably not the best you’ll ever know.

— ability

he is kinda like a ghost sometimes.

sometimes he’ll stand really still and try to make the couch disappear with his intense focus. this has never happened though. but he won’t give up.

switches in and out of invisibility pretty often as it’s gotten easy for him. and will probably forget which one he is if he doesn’t look down to check.

but honestly he feels most comfortable when no one can see him. probably something to do with his pretty lonely past.

sometimes he’ll photobomb normal human’s photos for fun. it is especially effective when they happen to believe in ghosts.

i’m not gonna lie invisibility is pretty self explanatory and simple. so to recap things that are different about his invisibility: only visual. can still be sensed with touch, smell, hearing. still emits body heat. still casts faint shadows in light. can be captured by cameras, infrared, etc. heighten perception can detect his presence too.

— plots

well of course gamers. someone who finds out just how tilted east can get.

study partner

maybe someone is in trouble and east holds their hand and now boom no one is there to be in trouble

east being a little creep & watching someone but they happen to have higher perception so they’re like wtf???

someone causing the 10%. east has never felt so many emotions in his life but your muse just pushed him over the edge

a ~romantic interest~ east is bi. but it would be interesting if he is in denial about the men part of it. not homophobic but maybe more self sabotaging.

#nm:intro #ec.ooc

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prismaticpichu · 2 years

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Thank you so much @altocat for including me!!! Plz plz go drop your dinner and check out her blog! There is SO much effort and heart poured into everything she writes—stories or asks. They’re really gems!

Now, let’s see how these questions fare against my stunningly metaphysical intellect *plops laptop in water to see if it floats*

Three (Friend)Ships

Soooo I actually don’t dabble with romance *dives behind a couch.* It’s never been my jam. My jelly tho? That would be the interactions between characters and exploring how deep their bonds go! The words “best friend” send me to another world <3

1 ~ Zack Fair & Sephiroth (FF7) If you know me, even just the most microscopic tad, then you prolly know these two have organized the Louisiana Purchase on my heart. They are BEANS! I love them SO MUCH!!!! Adorable polarity aside, I’m just absolutely infatuated with the story these two share. I will always imagine their mutual tie to Angeal being what draws them together, able to empathize with each other’s grief in a way nobody else can. They need each other: Zack needs someone to look after him, protecting his enthusiasm, and Seph needs someone to mend his trust… and make him smile <3 <3 They become inseparable, all that bitterness Banora and Modeoheim stirred faded into nothingness. Come Nibelheim, and those books and mumsy have nothing on these two. Sephiroth already has too much to cherish to throw it all away <3 Poor mumsy. Can’t brainwash someone who’s gotta pupper who loves him more than you :3c

2 ~ Hiccup & Toothless (HTTYD) There is NO animal-human friendship that beats this one. Nope, nope! Sorry! Vetoing that thought (pssst your opinions are wonderful and valid). I think what makes these two SO powerful to me is that Toothless is never treated as a pet; he is Hiccup’s bestest friend and they are equals. They love each other to death and would do anything to protect the other <3 Seeing their bond evolve and the parallels unfolding between them is magical. I don’t think there will ever be a scene that tops Hiccup and Toothless walking towards the door, Toothless with his prosthetic tail and Hiccup mirroring that with his leg. It is godly <3 (I’m also always using these two as springboards for my writing. Small details like Zack always referring to Seph as “bud” are plucked right from here!)

3 ~ Mikey & Leatherhead (TMNT) Their friendship begins with Mikey spoon-feeding soup to the adorable, scaly bean, who’s plopped right on his bottom. The frequency of the SQUEAL I made. This is just one of the healthiest, most wholesome friendships to ever exist and I will love them forever!!! Mikey has unwavering trust in him from the moment they meet, helps him gain control of his rage, and offers his teddy bear for emotional support <3 Nothing but not judging a book by its cover and earning a true blue buddy as a result.

First (friend)ship: Hmmm… ig any two smash bros characters I visualized having a movie night lmao! l got my hands on a controller when I was 4. The first character dynamic I fell in love with tho was prolly Ash & Pikachu!

Last song: Hailee Steinfeld/DNCE, Rock Bottom

Last movie: Malignant & Ferdinand (watched back to back for some genius reason. The shift in tone was like being slapped with a trout)

Currently reading: The Catcher in the Rye

Currently watching: Inside Job (I’m verrry slow and hardy watch anything shdhdh. I suck)

Currently consuming: Nada! Already brushed my teeth and that’s my personal moral

Currently craving: Anything because I brushed my teeth and I’m hungry. Maybe like a mozzarella stick or something

Passing along to @zimithrus1 @polaris-talks-fandom @aerislei! I knowwww that’s not 9- I passed kindergarten by a hair- but most of my mutuals have already done this lmao! For those who did fall into my lasso, no pressure at all, and plz only hop in if you’re comfortable! I know how annoying tags can be if you’re not into them.

Plz tho, if you see this and want to join in, you are welcomed to with open arms! Share your wonderful, weird and beautiful tastes with the world!

#thingy #tags #the ship of friendship #sephiroth #zack fair #toothless #hiccup #leatherhead #mikey tmnt #my beans

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ghostofaboy · 1 year

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Rock Bottom - The Devil Is In The Details

Summary: Frankie is spiraling after Tom’s death. Drugs lead to some unhealthy friendships, and too ashamed to reach out to his former teammates for help, Frankie is drawn into a world he’s afraid he can’t get out of.

Frankie gives Tilly's offer some consideration.

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morale/Original Male Characters Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2617 Chapter: 15/?

Warnings: implied/referenced drug use, drug addiction, self-esteem issues, angst, Frankie not coping, dubious consent

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. This is a fic with gay and bi characters. Please make sure you read the tags/warnings. Header by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Part 14 / Part 1 / Masterpost

By the time Frankie was dropped off back at the workshop and had driven home, the sky was beginning to get dark. Evening was setting in, and as Frankie slumped down on his worn sofa and glanced at his watch, it was almost 8. Kicking off his shoes, Frankie let his head fall back as he let out a long heavy sigh.

“Fuck.” He breathed out softly.

That had not been what he had expected from an encounter with the infamous Garth Tilly. Reaching into his pocket, Frankie could feel the slip of paper Tilly had handed him. His offer. Frankie wasn’t sure if he wanted to look at it or not.

Looking at it meant acknowledging that offer, considering it even. If the number on that slip of paper was ridiculously or insultingly low, then the choice was clear. But what if it wasn’t? What if the number was a good one? Would that mean he was going to seriously consider being Tilly’s on-call prostitute?

Frankie thought for a moment about calling Tyler. But what would he say? How would he explain this situation? Pinching his eyes shut, Frankie knew Gavin was the first person he needed to call. Fucking little shit was the reason he was in this mess, but he was also just a kid in over his head.

Hauling himself up off the sofa, Frankie grabbed one of the many frozen leftovers Tyler had made for him and shoved it into the microwave. Then he pulled out his phone and called Gavin.

“Frank!” Gavin picked up after one ring. “Dude! Are you ok?”

“I’m good, Gav.” Frankie sighed. “Are you ok? Did, did they hurt you?”

“No.” Gavin sounded relieved. “That guy brought me straight home and told me to stay put. He said Tilly will be in touch about a job. Fuck, dude. The guy is fuckin’ sat outside my house in a car just watchin’ me.”

“Just stay put then.” Frankie pulled his cap off, tossing it onto the table. “If they wanted to hurt you, they would have. Just don’t do anything stupid, ok?”

“Ok.” Gavin agreed. “Are you ok? What happened after I left?”

“Tilly wanted to… talk,” Frankie answered slowly, trying to figure out how much to tell Gavin. “He wants me to help fix up his classic car collection.”

“The fuck?”

“I know.” Frankie gave a small laugh. It did sound stupid and weird. “Made me an offer, but I haven’t looked at it yet.”

Gavin was quiet for a few moments before speaking again. He sounded calmer. “Well, it might be a good job. I mean, the guy is loaded, so, yeah. Might be a good deal.”

“Maybe.” Frankie hummed. “Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt, or you know…”

“Yeah.” Frankie could hear someone talking to Gavin in the background. “I gotta go. My mom wants help with something. But Frank… thanks for callin’ dude.”

“No problem Gav.”

“And Frank!” Gavin interrupted before Frankie could end the call.

“Yeah?”

“I’m so fucking sorry, dude.”

“I know.” Frankie sighed. “Take care, Gav. See you tomorrow at work, ok?”

Ending the call, Frankie put his phone on the table and pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket. The neatly folded paper looked small and meaningless, but Frankie couldn’t bring himself to open it. Finally, after a few seconds of starting at it, Frankie took a long deep breath. It was like pulling a bandaid off; he just needed to do it. The paper tremored in his shaking hands as Frankie slowly unfolded it.

$4,050.

There it was, the offer, and then a cellphone number, probably Tilly’s.

The number looked so innocuous, but Frankie’s heart sped up slightly. It was a bit less that he was making a month working for Malcolm but not so much that it would make a meaningful impact on his life. Damn it! This is what he had been afraid of. The offer was a serious one, not insulting, but one actually worth thinking about from a financial point of view.

Frankie knew he needed to talk to someone about this. He needed an objective point of view, and Pope was the first person who sprung to mind. That wasn’t an option, though. Even if he had Pope’s number, which he didn’t, it would have meant revealing what Tilly wanted him to do. And that was the crux of the issue. Was Frankie prepared to sell his body?

Gavin had already been doing that. He was technically already a prostitute, but it had been out of his control. It was easy to blame it all on Gavin, but if he went down this road with Tilly, this would be his choice. There would be no getting around that. It would be all on him.

Frankie’s alarm jolted him awake the following morning. The sun was already up, and the sounds of traffic drifted through his partially open window. Groaning, Frankie reached over to shut it off and grabbed his phone. He had one message; it was from Tyler.

[Hey. How did it go with your friends? Miss you ♥️]

Sitting up, Frankie winced as his back cracked. He had meant to call or message Tyler on Monday but got distracted by Gavin and Tilly. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Frankie quickly typed his response.

[Sorry, meant to message. Things went great. It was good to see them. Will call later. Something has come up with Gav and his bullshit. I’ll fill you in once I get more details.]

By the time Frankie had showered and dressed, Tyler had replied.

[Ok. Keep me in the loop. Just wanted to make sure you were good ♥️]

Forcing himself to eat, Frankie stared into his cereal bowl. Withdrawal was hitting him full force now, smacking him with the double whammy of nightmares and fatigue. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

He knew he wasn’t concentrating well. His thoughts felt slow, all of which was adding to the anxiety about Tilly’s offer. By the time he had finished his bowl, Frankie had a plan. He’d call Tilly on his lunch to arrange another meeting, but this time somewhere he chose. That way, he could get more details and make a better decision.

Gavin wasn’t in the shop all that morning, sending Frankie into panic mode as his anxiety and cocaine withdrawal-induced paranoia collided. Every time the door opened, Frankie’s head shot up to check if it was the young blond and each time, his hopes were dashed. Malcolm seemed furious, Carl had briefly asked Frankie where Gavin was, and Frankie wasn’t sure if the older man believed him when he said he had no idea.

Finally, just before lunch Gavin arrived, visibly high, and was promptly torn a new one by his uncle. Frankie could only watch as Gavin left the shop, head hung with obvious tears in his eyes after clearing out his locker. Frankie didn’t know why Gavin would do something so stupid, like getting fired, but he suspected it had something to do with Tilly.

Grabbing his things for lunch, Frankie headed over to his truck before taking several deep calming breaths. It was time to get this over with. Keying in the number on the paper, Frankie heard the ringing before the call was answered.

“Hello? Garth Tilly, who is this?” Tilly’s voice on the other end sent a shiver up Frankie’s spine.

“It’s Frankie Morales.” Frankie hoped his voice sounded calmer than he felt.

“Oh.” Tilly’s voice immediately became more cheerful. “Thanks for calling. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I wanted to get more details about the job offer you made me.” Frankie started to play nervously with the hem of his shirt. “The offer is good, but I’d like to know more about what would be expected of me.”

“Of course, of course.” Frankie could hear Tilly shifting something about. “Shall I send a car to pick you up? Or would it be more convenient for me to come to you this time?”

Frankie paused for a moment to consider his options before answering. “We can meet here at the shop where I work. There are some sheds out the back, so we can speak privately.”

“Perfect.” Tilly sounded pleased. Frankie wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. “You finished at 5, yes? I’ll be waiting for you when you're done.”

As the call ended, Frankie sat in silence. That felt too easy. Or was he overthinking it? Or was Tilly playing him? His thoughts shifted and contracted each other as he began to eat his lunch.

Sure enough, as 5 rolled around and the rest of the guys at the garage started to gather their things, Frankie found Tilly already waiting outside one of the storage sheds. He greeted Frankie with a wide grin, dressed casually in jeans and a worn-looking band t-shirt. A far cry from his usual image of the sharply dressed businessman.

“Hey there.” Tilly beamed, waiting patiently for Frankie to open the door before following him inside. “How's your day been?”

“Busy.” Frankie pulled two crates out to the center of the room, sitting on one of them. His whole body ached, and his stomach rolled uncomfortably. He just wanted to get this over with. “Did you have something to do with Gavin today?”

“Ah, young Mr. Ross.” Tilly took a seat on the crate next to Frankie’s. “I asked him to either quit or get fired from his job here. He’s going to be working for me for a while. Why, what did he do? Which did he choose?”

“Fired.” Frankie frowned. “Came in high.”

“Not what I would have done.” Tilly scowled, shaking his head. “He really is an idiot. Oh well, hopefully, he’ll be better behaved for me. Anyway, enough about Gavin. What did you want to talk to me about? Have you thought about the job?”

“Well,” Frankie swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth was. Looking down at his hands, Frankie tried to gather his thoughts. “First of all, let me say thank you for the offer. It’s very generous, but it’s slightly less than I make per month now at the shop and-”

“Per month?” Tilly gave a short soft laugh. “No. No, that would be weekly.”

“Weekly?” Frankie’s head shot up. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” Tilly nodded, giving Frankie a small smile. “Look, I need a private mechanic. I wasn’t bullshitting about that. I have some fucking expensive and unique cars, and I need someone who knows what they are doing and is going to give a shit. But then the other side of the job, well… that requires discretion. And discretion costs money.”

Frankie nodded thoughtfully. Everything Tilly was saying made a certain sense. Tilly paused for a moment before continuing.

“Do you know why I had Gavin drug you?”

Frankie shook his head. “Figured you just liked me like that.”

“Not really.” Tilly frowned, shaking his head slowly. “I’m not a big fan of drugs. The real reason is simple. I’m not out. I have a few people who know in my inner circle, but to the rest of the world, I’m just another straight businessman. In my world, there are people who would use being gay against me, so I keep it under wraps. When I knew I wanted to keep seeing you, I had to figure out a way to keep my secret. Gavin was easy to deal with. I can scare him.” Tilly laughed. “But you, you were a different matter. An ex-Delta Force operator. Wow. Drug addict or not, you are not a guy to be messed with, so I knew I couldn’t bully you into keeping quiet.”

Tilly stood up and sighed. Frankie just watched as it began to pace, running his hand through his hair.

“All of this is before I got to know you, you understand.” Tilly turned, offering Frankie an apologetic look. “I needed to keep my secret, and you were already taking whatever Gavin gave you, so it seemed like a good solution.”

“It’s fucked up.” Frankie growled.

“It is. It was. It was a really fucked up thing for me to do.” Tilly stopped pacing and nodded. Turning to face Frankie once more, his shoulders dropped as Tilly swallowed hard. “You don’t remember anything from our time together, and I know you only have my word, but we never did anything you didn’t want to do.”

“Yeah, right.” Frankie scoffed.

“Honestly.” Tilly placed his right hand over his heart. “Whenever you didn’t like something, you told me so, and we would stop. Some nights, we didn’t even fuck; we just chatted, or sometimes we just cuddled. You told me about your time in the Army, your squad, the things you saw when serving, and how that’s why you started using coke. To stop the memories.”

Frankie looked up at Tilly. The other man was stood off to the side of the room, arms folded across his chest, looking over at Frankie with what felt like genuine fondness.

“What else did I say?” Frankie asked cautiously. If he’d been out of it, he could have said anything. Fuck! What if Tilly knew about Tom?

“You never liked talking about it, so I never pushed.” Tilly shrugged. “But I know what you like and don’t like in bed. I know you like singing along to Fleetwood Mac, how much you like getting your hands dirty fixing things, and that your favorite movie is Return of the Jedi because of the Ewoks. I also know how much you miss your daughter and regret everything that happened with her mom.”

Tilly had his eyes locked with Frankie’s, but Frankie couldn’t help but duck his head down to hide his face with the brim of his baseball cap. Tears stung his eyes as he thought about his baby girl and how he must have laid naked with Tilly talking about her. When Frankie looked up, Tilly was crouched in front of him.

“Frankie,” Tilly said softly, “I know this isn’t how you planned everything to go, but I can offer you a good job and a chance to get back on your feet.”

“As your whore.”

“I wouldn’t use that word.” Tilly frowned. “I’d prefer to think of you as my companion. But technically speaking, yes, on top of your mechanic duties, you would also serve as a private escort. The pay reflects that. But to the outside world and on the books, you are my private mechanic. That’s what you can tell people because, well, it’s the truth.”

“If I agree to do this, there needs to be some rules.” Frankie sighed, wiping his eyes and staring up at Tilly. “Hard lines, got it?”

“I agree.” Tilly nodded, moving to sit next to Frankie. “Why don’t we take some time and put together some rules for each of us? Then next time we meet, we can go through them.”

“You make this sound like a business negotiation.” Frankie laughed mirthlessly.

“Well, in many ways, it is.” Tilly shrugged. “We each need to know what the other is bringing to the table, where the lines are, as you said, and then we can put together contracts. One to cover your employment with the cars and a private one for your other services. It would be informal and not legally binding but still important.”

“All right.” Frankie pushed off of his knees to stand up, feeling his joints creak as he did. “Tomorrow?”

“Just tell me when and where?” Tilly nodded, smiling once more.

#frankie morales #frankie 'catfish' morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales x original male character(s)#francisco morales x original male character(s)#triple frontier #m/m fiction #rock bottom fic

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