#once the renovations at my place will be over and I don't have to worry about that anymore I hope to get back into it
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So we have the hostage scenario for Eclipse, which makes Sun n Moon race over to help...
But what if something similar happened to Sun and Moon? Either a hostage situation or they get supremely hurt on the job. I'm thinking like, damage they need help repairing (maybe Robin doesn't know enough to be able to help, or is also recovering, or etc etc)
Or even worse a hostage situation where the invaders feel the need to harm Sun & Moon to keep them pacified. Would they attempt to get a voice memo to Eclipse as well? Or would there be a different method they would use to get information out?
I can easily see this being resolved before Eclipse get's there/get's information about it as well. So he gets to the after-math n helps out with that instead. Maybe even speed-running a reveal if we're not at that point yet in this timeline/scenario
-G
These are more scattered thoughts rather than just one cohesive scenario like with the other ask, my apologies. (Still long af though, lmao. 2.3K words)
Anything they need help with regarding repairs, the agency definitely has covered - in First Aid, Sun/Moon insisted they can handle repairs themselves, and the agency only sent the parts, but if they were damaged to a point where they couldn't do that anymore (but are still salvageable) the agency would cover the repairs.
In cases of "technically resolved, but will need time to go back to normal" (like First Aid!) Sun/Moon do tell Eclipse - and that's a turning point in their relationship, actually. I thought about it before, and people from the server may recognize some of this ask, because it's maybe only marginally relevant to this ask but I like it and I think it's important to say actually.
Intermission regarding the repairs of First Aid specifically:
Sun and Moon did tell Eclipse. Not the day of, but the day after - after that talk with Robin, because before that they were just. preoccupied. They do almost consider sweeping it under the rug, but the hypocrisy doesn't sit well with them. So they agree to tell him, and lead with tons of disclaimers of how they're fine, the agency paid for replacements, everything vital came in quickly and it's all good, but uh, they may have been caught in an explosion
Eclipse... doesn't take it well. and he's kind of surprised, honestly. he didn't think he'd care that much (because sorry yall, he may be sad boy but he's he's also still salty af boy and has not been the friendliest either - all for good reason ofc, but at this point he's also still kinda flipping between trying to reach out and "well screw you too i don't need you"). So why does he care? Especially considering that 1) they said they're fine, and 2) he has lost more arms than his brothers have fingers. And every time he's made a point out of obviously not caring except to whine about fidgets or dropping things, while Sun/Moon roll their eyes at him and pretend they aren't more bothered than him.
So why does it bother him now, when it's them? They didn't even tell him immediately. They've been weirdly quiet for about two weeks then, and he's gotten no explanation out of them, and now he hears that they got blown up and he didn't even hear until it was resolved. He definitely feels shut out again, but the concern actually makes him ask. What's going on on their end? What's happening?
Sun and Moon, in the daze of "had extremely cathartic heart to heart with y/n, and hey, look at that! communication can be nice!" don't even hesitate and tell him.
"So the rival and the landlord we told you about may have been the same person. we found out, and before we blew up, everything else around us did metaphorically already. Sorry we've been quiet, we've just been trying to keep this from becoming an even bigger mess. We've talked, though, and we're fine. We're still waiting for a few cosmetic replacements, but we're back to fully functional"
Eclipse reads this once and relief settles in, along with that weird feeling of "huh that was much easier than expected, normally they're so cagey." Then he reads it again, and gets stuck on sentence one.
"... How is that even possible. How did no one realize. You've been talking about the same person?"
Before Sun/Moon can answer, another message follows:
"Against popular belief, I can read the room however. I'll refrain from outright making fun of you for it for the next week. After than, it's on"
The brotherly venom that follows is back in all their comfort zones, but does go on longer than usual. They go back to their previous amount of contact, with perhaps just a slight upwards trend (and a definite upwards trend once the week is up).
Eclipse does get to ruminate on his own injuries then, too - he doesn't even get full coverage by the agency anymore, because he had to be reminded of lab safety one time too many - they sat him down and told him to either do things exactly up to code, or accept partial out of pocket payment for the risk he's willingly engaging in. He chose the latter.
But if he's thinking about how he didn't even learn about it immediately, is he any better for purposefully waiting a few hours for things to settle again before letting them know? It's always a casual "ah just got home, thought id let you know" message, or before Sun/ Moon transferred he simply showed up after work and shrugged them off. Sun and Moon haven't been his emergency contacts in a while, either.
But it's lonely.
They had some straightforwardness now, some communication, and now things are improving - so his hope regrows with a vengeance (so does Sun and Moon's, especially when things with y/n also improve. Turns out the lesson "communication is important" learned in one important relationship can be generalized to your other important relationship, too!)
So that's the turning point for the brothers in canon - which translates into drastic differences in reaction pre- and post reveal in regards to a hostage situation.
(Intermission over, let's return to your actual ask)
Pre-reveal, Dusk/ Dawn may think of getting a message out to Eclipse, too - for the same tactical reasons that Eclipse thought of, too. He’s an agent, of the same agency, and it’s simply an efficient way to get information out as quickly as possible to resolve this fast. They don’t usually text him while on the job, but carry their respective phone anyway, so it’s not too much of a hassle. (But it’s already a sign for Eclipse that something is wrong, they never text him on the clock, and they very much are supposed to be working).
Same as Eclipse, they don’t expect him in the rescue party.
But - looking back to how Eclipse reacted to resolved danger, scared and upset - how is he supposed to react, hearing this? Dusk/ Dawn may not be as lighthearted as Horizon in the same situation, but they aren’t scared - so he only gets to hear his calm and collected brother, whichever is out. Dusk more snappy, Dawn more charming (in a murderous way). They get to the point quickly, and are technically more used to high stakes situations such as this, despite their limited experience as agents. They’re at least field agents. Dawn in particular knows what questions to ask, and how to ask them.
Eclipse has a harder time to argue his way into a direct transport to their location. He doesn’t think to threaten his position, but he’s just so entirely genuine in his approach - they’re his brothers, he needs to go check on them. Whether the agency helps or not - but if they send help anyway, why can’t he join? He’ll be back to work sooner, too, if they send him instead of forcing him to arrange it himself. The logic is sound, and he gets the express travel.
He doesn’t have an eclipse mode to dive back into, he is Eclipse. But the memories of the mode that made up his early life - they’re at the forefront of his mind the entire time. His brothers survived so much - but now they refuse to use that mode that let them survive so much. So he’s dealing with some misplaced guilt there, because it’s not his fault that their eclipse mode was experimental from the start, and always was a risk, he just happened to be the first (and only) consequence they ever had to deal with.
I’m… I’m going to ensure no reveal is taking place here (definitely could!) because I don’t want to take away from the brothers’ relationship. A reveal here would be rather overshadowed by “Well, I guess that might as well happen, but frankly we’re still coping with that hostage situation, so let’s just unpack that later” before they all slip into a very efficient “Alright, we’re all safe, are we? Anything we need to ensure it stays that way?” With Y/N/ Robin handling some security issues at home for their collective peace of mind, and later gets the introduction to Eclipse, too.
But we’re not doing that. I’m removing Robin from the equation - they were stuck in the same situation, perhaps, but pre-reveal they might have just taken a few reassurances from their rival to then hole up at home after pretending they’re fine. Rattled, but in the end they just invest into a bit more home security, much to the bafflement (but also relief) of their neighbor. (Who, of course, doesn’t pry.)
So Horizon gets the trip to HQ, not the duplex - but after everything is resolved, Dawn/ Dusk at least have a rather considerate supervisor, who mentions that hey, your brother requested a transport to come see you. Maybe stay in for a little while longer.
Dawn/ Dusk, baffled as the respective brother is, stays. Wakes up the other (again - depending on how dangerous the other situation got, even without the eclipse mode as an option, they prefer not being alone. Also heavily depends on where Robin was, given that Robin by that time is also a trusted work partner, even pre-reveal) and relays the information.
It’s a more subdued reunion - Eclipse isn’t as outwardly frantic, more worried if he even has any right to be concerned, and Dawn/ Dusk just feel awkward, having made him worry. They’re the big brothers, and it’s not supposed to be that way.
Once Eclipse lets slip that he was worried because they couldn’t use the eclipse mode “because of him,” that just breaks the ice. They’re quick to reassure him that everything is fine, things were handled, and they weren’t alone anyhow. Another speedrun - they make it clear that his existence is not a fault, and nothing they’re angry about, even if they mourn the safety they found in their ignorance. It always was a risk, and as far as consequences go, they’d take him any day. Something actually bad could have happened, instead of a new AI one of theirs (or both) could have been fried, maybe beyond repair, he’s the best case scenario and they are glad they found out to better not use the mode anymore through him.
The reunion swaps focus here, because oops, that’s something Eclipse can’t just hear and not ask about. The way they reacted back then -
Was stupid. They didn’t know what was going on, and took it out on him, which wasn’t fair. That’s, uh, actually something they feel rather bad about these days.
Eclipse just. folds. Sits down, surprise evident on his face, and doesn’t really know how to process that kind of revelation.
Sun/ Moon look at their brother, and after a moment they sigh, tension dropping from their shoulders. Sit down next to him, as relaxed as they allow themselves at work, and just smile at him.
“Thanks for coming, sorry we made you worry. Suppose your methods have their advantages - good thing we didn’t care about the regulations regarding confidential information.”
That gets Eclipse to laugh, too - and they can talk a little more about what exactly happened.
It’s still a short visit, all in all - a day or two at most, and Eclipse agrees to stay in a hotel room instead of the duplex - Sun/ Moon are a little blunt when they explain they simply cannot deal with their nice landlord learning about their job, too, right now - and Eclipse does note that he’d probably manage to mention something incriminating. No hard feelings - only relief, and a slightly better relationship the brothers can start fostering.
Post reveal, there are no secrets. The actual danger goes over pretty much as pre-reveal - just that Robin doesn't leave after, and helps mediate - they are too tired to deal with the brothers’ weirdness, so they’ll cut that starting awkwardness short. Similarly to the reveal scenario in this context, they would focus on improving the security at their home, but also announce they’ll be with the boys shortly. Greets Eclipse happily, exhausted as they are, and tells him not to worry too much, his brothers are too stupid to die so early.
Gets an offended “hey!” and a snort from Eclipse in return, and whatever ice there was is broken. The brothers’ relationship is already much better at this point, after talking some things out, and with the intent in all of their minds to fix things. Whatever issues remain unresolved at this point, they push them away, because they know the other side cares, and that’s all that matters right now.
They skip right into what happened, and Eclipse offers some new gadgets to keep their home safe, and some to carry on their persons to keep them safe on the job, too. More than warranted, technically, but none of them really say no to feeling a little extra safe.
(Robin of course also gets decked out. Eclipse knows how important they are to his brothers’, and even in the case of this being their first meeting, he cares about them enough already. They’re nice to him - tired, maybe, but they joked with him immediately, and the boy gets attached easily. There’s also the fact that he’d know how involved they were, and that they care about Sun/ Moon’s safety too, so it’s sort of a mutual understanding that everyone gets extra gadgets)
I. I didn’t say anything about Dusk/ Dawn being potentially harmed in this scenario - but we are at over 2K words for this already, so I’ll just declare that they’re 1) smart enough to dodge getting hurt, and 2) have some serious dumb luck, and set this out in the world <3
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As My Own
Miguel O'Hara x Daughter'sRoomate!femreader .
Don't think I have forgotten about the requests 👀.
WARNING: Fluff. A tiny squeeze of angst, Rotting tooth fluff, daily snippets of life, anxious dad.
Summary: Gabi wants a mom. And who is Miguel to deny such wish?
Requested Here. Hope you like ❤️ Feedback is highly appreciated.
Sighing for the third time in a row, Miguel looked fondly at the pictures of his daughter through the years, until she grew out to be a lovely young lady, whose talents in soccer had earned her a scholarship in college.
Despite being terrified of the idea of Gabriela spreading her wings and soar into life itself, he knew the moment would come sooner or later, more like, right now. He was unpacking some boxes into the apartment Gabi would be staying, and if he was honest, the idea of her sharing a room with someone else didn't appeal that much on his trust issues.
If it wasn't for the house renovations needed to be done ASAP, he'd make sure to get Gabi a place for her own.
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Emancipation had taken a toll on him and his mind, The once girly and colorful room filled with drawings, trophies and medals with a soccer player motifs, soccer star posters, some consoles and games, was now an empty space full of memories.
When Gabi gave him the news of her moving out completely, made his heart to shrink and break, but he knew that he had to let her go. Gabriela was 19 at the time, doing good at college, had found herself a half time job and a new roommate. The last one seemed the most preoccupying thing on the list. Was it a man? Did she eat well? Did she get along with them? Probably had gotten her a couple of fights, were they older? Was his Solecito safe?
It had been three years since she left home and pursue her superior studies and a professional soccer player career.
His mind was racing with the infinite questions and his stress gnawed at his chest, his phone buzzing interrupted his accelerating thoughts. He opened the message log and sighed in relief to see Gabriela's name on the screen.
He tapped at the message and his heart nearly melted at seeing Gabi with a goofy expression on her face, her hands making a V sign as she hovered over a small table set for two.
"Dinner time with Roomie~"
The caption read. The food looked delicious and esthetically pleasing at the eye. Nearly Michelin star awarded restaurant quality.
(Name) 's food is amazing! . Btw Im free next week, so come over, I miss you Papa.
Gabi had texted him some couple of hours later. (Name) ; at least he now knew that Gabi shared space with a woman. He didn't trust college guys at all. At least, he could sleep a bit better now. However, something had caught his attention, despite Gabi's competitive traits, she rarely loosened herself around others. And the picture only proved him right.
Gabi was unabashedly goofy and silly on the picture, with a genuine smile on her face. Whoever you were, he was grateful for making his most precious treasure comfortable and safe.
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The first time you met Gabi was quite the experience, you had just returned from work to find a lot of boxes loitering the entrance and part of the living room. Books, some baskets with soccer balls and equipment, Somw clothes and more books.
The burning smell immediately alerted you as smoke begun filling in the room. Rushing you opened the window and started to dissipate the smoke away with a towel.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The young and tall woman panicked as she came out of the bathroom, body wrapped in a towel, just like her hair. Skin still sudsy with soap.
The chaos was tamed, leaving one of your favorite collectible pots, charred and useless.
"I'm really really sorry! I'll get you a new one."
"Don't you worry. Just... be careful. Don't leave the stove on when you are away. You could've burn the place down"
Gabi nodded sheepishly and looked down, when she noticed your chef uniform, the logo of a prestigious place she could only dream to afford in a couple of months and a place where he wanted to take her Papa as a surprise, standing out in your chest.
"Im (Name), the other tenant. Nice to meet you." Your voice was firm, yet kind. The kind of kindness that could insult anyone and still sound charming.
"Gabriela O'Hara. Sorry for your pot. I'll get you a new one"
"Ah stop it. It was just a family relic passed on generation to generation that now will end up in the trash."
You couldn't help but laugh at her panicking and guilty reaction.
"I'm just messing with you, sweetie. I got Ceci on a promo back at the supermarket. Don't worry. It's just a pot. We throw at least one daily at the restaurant. What were you trying to make anyways?"
Gabi didn't know if to be shocked or be laughing at your attitude. She settled for confused.
"Cause it smelled like cheap Mac and Cheese"
Her cheeks flushed and you just chuckled knowingly.
"Freshman?" Gabi nodded and you smiled almost endearingly at her.
"Such a cutie! I remember my first semester at college. Such a mess, terrible food and a terrible roommate"
"You're graduated?"
"A long time ago, yeah, Culinary school is something else. Don't get in there if you like having perfect skin."You chuckled and rolled up your sleeve, showing a few shares of scars and burn marks.
"Anyways, let's have a couple of rules okay? If you follow them, who knows? it can take us places." You grinned.
"No boys after 10 pm on weekends, and if you do, keep it low. Thin walls. Same applies to me, but don't worry about it. Im way too tired to actually do something about bringing my libido back."
Jeesh
Gabi's cheek flushed as her stomach fluttered anxiously.
"You can use my tools for cooking with the only condition to leave them clean and back at their place. Got it?"
She nodded at every reasonable rule you gave her. You had warned her that sometimes you'd be out of town due work, and that left her on charge of the place. It was brought to her attention that despite the place being small, it was conditioned enough to make it almost fancy looking. The kitchen specially.
Of course things just grew from there. At first Gabi was shocked to find you were a couple of years younger than her Papa. And that you had been single for quite a time now. Couple of years to be exact.
But that mattered little as her growing fondness for you was borderline adorable. You had helped her through some really bad times, like getting her a part time job at your workplace after being fired from the college coffee shop, something she never had the guts to tell Miguel.
Then you of course helping her out in her cooking skills, to at least stop eating plain ramen and packaged food bags.
"You're an athlete, you must feed like one."
"But I can't... afford it-"
"Uh uh. Shh." You shook your head and taught her to buy the right sort of meals even under a tight budget. Sometimes she would even find meals prepped for her whenever she had run short on money.
You were there when she got her first college date, and also were there when the young man turned out to be a fuckboy and a prick. Wiping her tears and feeding her a freshly made creme brule. A favorite of hers. You had also Dropped her and picked her up in her soccer practices whenever time allowed you so. She seeked guidance in you
She was there for you when depression was making it's way into your head, she was also there when she helped you to recover from a hang over after another failed date, and nursed you through your terrible period cramps. Even though sometimes harmony seemed disrupted by external causes, such as stress, work and feeling particularly wistful and blue, you'd always find comfort in eachother.
You were amazed by the fact that you realized that she was like the little girl you always dreamed to have.
"How come you don't have children?" Gabi had asked carefully. Despite the trust you hsd built over the years, there was some things you still couldn't bring yourself to discuss so openly, until now.
"I..."
"Sorry if I'm overstepping"
"Nah. I think it's time I actually come clean about some stuffs."
"Are you sure?" You nodded and sighed
"I can't have them"
Surprise drawed into Gabi's eyes as she stared at you.
"Infertility?"
"Yup. But... It's fine. I've come to terms with it, so..."
You trailed and she swallowed as her hand was placed above yours.
"For all it's worth? I'm sure you could have been an amazing mother."
Could have been
" To me, you... you are."
Gabi mumbled as tears swelled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. You stared at her, heart leaping in your chest
"Like... You are like the mother I never had... My Papa is amazing, but sometimes I actually yearn for a different kind of love." She hiccuped and you frowned, holding her closer.
"Like a mom. I want... I want to go shopping and talking about boys and how stupid they are. I want... to be cheered on by someone else at my games and not only my Papa."
Your heart felt breaking bit by bit as Gabi broke before you
"Don't get me wrong, I love Papa to death but... It's hard, y'know?"
"Ah, cariño." An endearment term you had learn from her, "You are such an amazing kid. Im sure that whoever comes into your life to take that spot needs to be amazing, because you're such a special young woman. Look at you, bright future ahead, smart, so so pretty and brave"
But Gabriela didn't want a stranger as her mother figure. She wanted you.
Gabi hid her face on your chest as you held her close, consoling her as much as you could. She remained there until she looked up at you with a suspicious glare
"Maybe I can introduce you to my dad" Your cheeks flushed bright red and she gasped, a bright bulb of an idea popping in her mind, sadness remnants vanishing from her body almost instantly
"No, Gabi, cariño-"
"You can meet him this weekend!"
"That's too soon, I am not prepared! Plus I have work remember?"
"He's staying all weekend, don't worry."
You had seen her adoring Papa through pictures she had showed you. The man was attractive, and looked certainly way too out of your league but of course you never told Gabi about it. You just shrugged it off with a 'Oh, cute'. But now that her plan was on set, you couldn't say no to her.
"Besides, I think it's time for you to actually meet guys. And this time no excuses like Im busy or stuff like that."
"Okay, okay. But if things don't work out-"
"I know, I'll drop it." Gabi rolled her eyes.
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Even though the recipe for a certain disaster was cooking, you tried to be optimistic about it. A bit of positive thinking wouldn't hurt you from time to time. However, your shift turned out a bit trickier than usual, since the restaurant had been reserved for a main event for important people.
In the little chance you had, you sent Gabi a little video of how crowded it was, and apologizing cause you didn't know if you were making a double shift and wouldn't be able to meet Papa.
Gabi just sent you a picture of the both with a "Miss you! Dad just came"
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3 am. 3 am and you were finally done, no more stuck up clients pretending to love raw fish and meats, people that were just actually there for the food pictures and to be able to brag about they were there. Your feet ached, and so was your headache. The good thing was that the company allowed you to take some food home.
Keys tinkered as you grabbed them to finally turn them in the keyhole and entering home and closed the door, angry and heavy steps alerted you as the hulking figure of a man stood in the dark, as the dim lit red iris flashed at you. You had to crane your head up to meet his deep eyes.
Now you wondered where Gabi had came out so tall.
"H-Hello..." You gulped and he sighed, hard expression melting slowly.
"Sorry for... the late hour."
"No, no. Discúlpeme I mean, forgive me. Though someone had broke in, until I heard the keys a bit too late. I'm Miguel. O'Hara." He offered you his large hand that easily engulfed yours.
"Oh, so you're... Papa" you shook it gently. He was warm, and chuckled. "Im (Name). Gabi never stops talking about you." You gave him an amiable smile and put your containers on the dining table.
"Nice to meet you" you began unpacking, aligning the recipients carefully on the table.
"How's... Gabriela doing?" His deep voice snapped your focus for a moment and your eyes darted to his form. Sweatpants in grey, a white fitting shirt that snugged his form a bit too nicely for a short stare. Hair slicked back, pouty lips, thick brows and his deep... red eyes? He certainly was even more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures.
"Oh, she's amazing. Her practice in soccer has improved even more. She has a final next week."
His brow arched at how much information you knew about her.
"I apologize, she fell asleep in your room, despite me telling her that the couch would be-"
"Ah don't worry about it. My bed is big enough for two, and she isn't a kicker in her sleep. So make sure to rest properly. Oh! And welcome for the weekend. Would you like something to eat?"
Miguel shook his head and softly smiled at you. You were pretty. So so pretty that his mind was almost in shortcut when you were removing your chef robe, in the kitchen exposing a bit more of skin. Your left arm was adorned with little burn marks and cuts, you poured yourself a glass of wine when you felt his eyes on you.
"Want some?" You offered the wine and he nodded, a bit reluctant at first.
"Has Gabi acted out of place while I'm gone?" You giggled as you poured him some wine.
"If by out of place means sleeping one hour later than she is used to, yeah. She has." Your hands gave him the cup and he leaned on the table. Gabi groggily came out your room, lured away by the delicious smell of food.
"Hey" She mumbled and hugged Miguel and then hugged you, and remained with her arms around your waist. You kissed her forehead and she smiled.
Miguel entered in spectator mode.
"Hey, cupcake. Want some food?"
"Can I have it tomorrow?"
"Got you a Creme Brule." She grunted happily.
Gabi smiled and went through the bags, popping a chocolate coated strawberry on her mouth.
"Still, I'm too tired to actually eat. Got Papa and I some takeout."
"Takeout?! The good sort of thing I hope" Gabriela groaned as she made her way back to your room.
"Don't steal the fluffy sheets!"
"Yes, mom. Take a bath first, you smell like garlic." she mumbled and went to bed.
Your whole face was as red as a strawberry not because your smell, but for how she had called you, you gulped down the wine and sighed. Miguel stared at you and his chest couldn't help but constrict a little more.
" I apologize for that, Gabriela is..."
"Quite receptive to smells? Yeah."
"And she called you mom." He was more surprised about it than anything else.
"Ah hehe. Yeah, she had been calling me accidentally that a bit more often."
"Does it makes you feel uncomfortable?" He sipped his wine
"Not really. I find it cute. She eh... talked to me about growing up and how things had been for her."
"I must thank you. You have fed her, taken care of her and now even protect her."
"She's a great kid." You nodded proudly. "Couldn't find a better roomie, and a friend. You did a good job raising her, Papa."
Miguel cleared his throat and gave you a small smile.
"I hope she hasn't-"
"Relax, she's been nothing but a good kid all these years. You gotta trust her a bit more."
"It's the people around her that I don't trust"
"Ouch..."
"I mean, not that I dont... just... carajo." you giggled at his cursing as his brows knitted together
"I mean, my daughter trusts you enough to sleep in your bed, call you mom even, so... would be kinda dumb to say that you're a bad person... And I'm not making any sense right?"
You gave him a bashful smile and it was your turn to clear your throat.
"She's been busy at playing cupid. She thinks she is subtle..." You bit your lip and poured yourself a bit more of wine as Miguel rubbed his face, tiredly.
"What about, today at 7 pm?"
"At 7pm what?" He coked an eyebrow to you and Gabriela poked her head out of your room, sighing with exasperation.
"Por Dios pa, Te está invitando a salir!" (My god, Papa, she's asking you out.)
You just laughed and put the food in the fridge
"If you're up for it, that is. It's fine if you don't-"
"Make it at 8. Traffic has lowered by that hour."
"Alright." You smiled and took your chef coat with you.
"Sleep well, Papa."
He downed the remnants of his wine and smiled to himself. He had a date.
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And a second, and a third and a fourth and a fifth. You were such an enjoyable being to hang around. You shared little silly texts, learnt a bit more spanish thanks to him to slowly bring down your language barrier. Even though you understood some words here and there, you wanted to understand so you could also feel part of the secret and long conversations the two O'Haras shared when it came to you.
Miguel was the first in making a move and kissed you around the fourth date. Nervous as you were, you finally felt good enough to just allow yourself to indulge in his company and what he had to offer. Great company, laughs, delicious make out sessions you didn't thought possible at your age.
Gabi had found you both eating each other's mouth in the livingroom
"Get a room!" She'd yell as she locked herself, headphones up her ears, but a beam in her face. Her chest swelled in joy knowing her cupid stunt had paid off.
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"You sure about that?"
"Yeah, pa. Like... She's the best. She's so sweet and... makes me happy cause you are happy."
"You'd be the only child, you're aware of that right?"
Gabi nodded upon remembering your words and your condition.
"Having a little sibling at this point would be awkward anyways."
"That doesn't mean I can't try-"
"Oh my god stop..." Gabi shook her head and Miguel smirked
"Payback for not telling me you were fired." She grunted as Miguel held her tightly.
"I think it's time to try something new."
"You'll ask her to marry you?!" Gabi gasped excited with a beam on her face
"Relax, Solecito. We're still knowing each other. And we wanna make sure that things work out before thinking in something so important as that."
"If you let her go, I promise that I won't talk to you again."
"Ouch."
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Bit by bit you had small milestones in your relationship with Miguel, you visiting his home back at New York, you staying a weekend in said home, you being introduced to his friends, sharing carneada with his friends, and of course, being found by Gabriela about to have sex, none of you mentioned it during dinner.
To make things even more convenient and better, your restaurant had opened a second branch in New York. Gabi was about to graduate college and of course, you both were saddened that soon you'll part ways. The both were too enraptured enjoying your mother-daughter relationship you had created that forgot about the future.
It didn't help to her sadness when you told her about you and other crew members of your work were selected for a three months workshop in France.
Despite your own sadness, both O'Haras cheered you to go.
"Three months is gonna be torture without you, but time goes so fast. You'll be back sooner than we expect it." Gabi had spoken. And of course, after her graduation, and a kiss goodbye, you flew to France.
Communication wasn't an issue since you talked every day. And still, the gnawing feeling of not being with them made you wish time to fly. You spoke every night with Miguel, telling him how much you have missed him. Even though work had kept you both busy enough, you'd always find a way to talk or text.
And when you came back? It felt like floating in a dream.
"Mom!" Gabriela rushed to you and crushed you in her arms, sniffling and holding you tightly.
"I missed you soo much, cariño." You kissed her forehead, Miguel joined a bit later with a rose bouquet on hand. He pulled you in for a deep kiss.
"Missed you, preciosa".
What sealed the deal for him was seeing you sharing a moment with Gabi. You were brushing her hair as you caught up eith the things you learned in France and how excited you were for them both to taste them.
He asked you to move in with them. And god he loved the feeling of you being around. Gabi was happy, he was happy and you were as well.
Everything about you had captured his heart. Your personality, your way to carry on things, the subtle ways you guided Gabriela without imposing in her autonomy, How much love you seemed to have for them, the delicious feeling of your skin against his on bed.
He proposed a year after. He wouldn't let you go, no no. You were too perfect for him, and a perfect Mom for Gabriela.
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"You've been under a lot of stress, struggling to take care of yourself, which made your boyfriend worry and caused a short fallout between you"
genre - angst to fluff
pairing - bf yunho x reader
warnings- an argument between the reader and Yunho.
"Y/n, why aren't you sleeping, I thought you came over to sleep" Yunho enters the living room, yawning excessively, as it was around 11 p.m.
Your upstairs neighbours have been renovating their apartament for weeks now, not feeling a tad bit guilty for disrupting your life even during late hours, weekends. You found yourself unable to focus and sleep, leaving you stressed out. Yunho suggested you to come over and stay at his place, to get a good night's sleep and do your projects, as it was peaceful here. And now that you're here, instead of going to sleep, you shrug it off and work on your projects.
"I'm really busy, I have two days to finish this project" you sigh, looking up to meet his eyes, he's not smiling as usual, instead there's worry lingering around his face.
"You can do it tomorrow. Go to sleep. When was the last time you had a full night's sleep huh. At least 5 hours?"
"Doesn't matter, go to sleep yourself, I'll join you later" You murmur, your half hooded eyes back on the laptop screen. Sleep deprivation is catching up.
"I can't stand watching you acting this stupid Y, get a grip of yourself " Yunho raises his voice a little, feeling hopeless, unsure of what else to do to help you.
"Then don't watch, just leave" you snap at him, as his face goes blank.
"You know, I really wanted to help you, but if you don't need my help, then it's fine" he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest, disappointment in his voice is hard not to notice.
"I don't need help" you mumble, busy typing into the laptop, "leave me alone"
"Say that again" his jaw clenches, as he looks at you in disbelief, "and look me in the eyes"
You lift your eyes to face him, "c-can you stop talking please, l-leave, I-I'm busy" your voice breaks a little, as now not only your work is stressing you out, but Yunho's nagging too.
That is enough for Yunho, he gives up and goes back to his room, slamming the door shut.
'Was I too harsh?' You wonder to yourself, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. When you're under a lot of stress, the worst version of you tends to come out. You accidentally hurt people, even if you don't really mean it.
The guilt catches up with you, so you find yourself standing by the door to his bedroom. You really want to barge in and hug him, begging for forgiveness. But you can't seem to bring yourself up to knock on the door, so turn around and tippytoe back to the living room.
Yunho was really good at persuading people, as you are now closing your laptop shut and going to the bathroom, to take a shower, with a plan in mind to sleep on the couch later on.
As you're headed to the bathroom, Yunho comes out of his room, to get himself a glass of water. Your eyes meet for a second, but no words leave your mouths.
Once in the bathroom, you hang your clothes on the hook and step into the shower. In less than 30 minutes, you step out, water droplets running down all over your body. Your body feels clean, but inside you feel dirty.
As you fetch a large towel and wrap it around your body, securing it at top, you glance at the mirror, covered in fog, from the steamy shower earlier. Your head feels a little dizzy, you don't know whether it's from the lack of sleep, not eating well enough or stress. The longer you stare at yourself, the worse the dizziness gets. You take in a couple of deep breaths, but it doesn't help, once you start hearing ringing in your ears, you know you're done. And so you collapse, unable to hold yourself conscious for any longer.
When Yunho hears a loud thud coming from the bathroom, his heart stops for a moment. He abandons the glass of water and sprints to the bathroom. Swinging the door open, he sees your body laying on the tile floor. He quickly brings himself down to you, to check if you're hurt, but he doesn't see any wounds, so he slides his arms under your legs, your back and picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom. He gently lays your body down on the bed and goes back to the bathroom to take your clothes and change you into dry ones. Once he's done, he covers you with a blanket and sits beside you, patiently waiting for you to wake up.
Moments later you flutter your heavy eyelids and see Yunho holding your hand, a soft smile displayed on his face.
"I'm really sorry, I was so stressed, didn't know what I was talking about" you apologise to him, as your other hand finds its way on top of his.
"It's okay silly, I know you didn't mean it" Yunho shows his understanding, speaking in a comforting, gentle voice.
"Go sleep, I'll go brush my teeth and be back" he smiles as he brings his lips to your forehead, placing a warm and loving kiss, before disappearing for a good five minutes.
When he's back, you make some space for him, as he slides his body under the covers and wraps his hands around your waist, bringing you closer to his body. Your back pressed against his chest, as he's nuzzled into your neck, taking it the sweet vanilla aroma from your shower gel.
"I love you, let's not fight again" Yunho suggests, as you feel his lips on your neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses.
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Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (1) 🔞
In which everything he always wanted has already been there from the start. He just needs to make that final step.
Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate
Additional Chapter Warnings: blood high= a rush vampires get after consuming blood, nothing graphic though, wet dream, reader is kinda innocent ngl, sexual tension, fluff
Length: short/mid
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He doesn't know how he got into this situation, memories fizzy and unclear. But what he does know is that he's desperate.
You're squirming underneath his hands, skin a blur, but he somehow still feels it warm and soft. Maybe you're simply so beautiful his mind can't comprehend it- Brain short-circuiting at the sight of your bare body beneath his own. He's hard, dripping with precum already, embarrassingly so- desperate.
But he can't seem to push himself inside.
He's rather opting to rub his painfully hard length over your soft stomach, needy for friction as he gasps out your name under his breath. You're begging for him to do something, anything, and he wants to comply, hell, he wants to ram himself so deep into your cunt until the only thought left in your head is him, him, him.
But he can't.
"Yoongi.." you call out to him, and he wants to answer, what's to move, but nothing is helping. He's caught in the moment as if hands are holding him hostage. He wants to make love to you, fuck you stupid, something in between or both at once- but there's no control over his body present. "Yoongi.!" You say again, more urgently, and he almost sobs to himself because what is happening?
"Yoongi!"
His eyes open, and the first thing he notices is how sweaty he is, heart pounding in his chest. "Thank God you woke up, I was worried." You tell him, sitting on the floor in front of the couch he's been napping on, hands on his shoulder. "Did you have a nightmare?" You wonder, and at that he swallows, eagerly getting into a sitting position with the blanket thankfully covering his still throbbing length.
"Yeah, something like that."
You're currently living with him while your apartment is being renovated- a broken gas pipe having almost hospitalized you a week prior. It had freaked him out to the core, a new fear unlocked it seems as he feels uneasy even considering you moving back into your place.
What if they don't fix it properly? What if you go to sleep and never wake up? What if it breaks again?
"I just wanted to tell you I'll be grocery shopping now." You say, getting up to walk towards the front door, slipping into your boots. "Do you need anything?"
"No." He shakes his head. "You can take my card- it's in my wallet." He tells you, running a hand through his hair.
"No, it's fine!" You smile, zipping up your jacket. "Take it as a thank you for your hospitality." You grin, before you open the door. "I'll be back soon!" You call out, before the door closes.
And he waits.
He watches the small clockwork of his wristwatch count the seconds, one round, then another, then another.
"Fuck it." He scoffs to himself, getting up to walk into the bathroom. A cold shower won't help him, granted, he doesn't want one either. He thought living with you would be easy- you're low-maintenance, never complain, you eat almost everything, you're quiet and you work most of the day anyway.
But fuck. He did not take into account how oblivious you are.
From your shorts to wearing sports bras as acceptable tops around the house, you're seriously making his life hell on earth. It's been a week, and he's already almost ran into you half naked- bare back and glimpse of the side of your chest still clear as day in his memories. He's found your panties shamelessly thrown into the hamper with his own clothes, one pair clearly stained with clear and still glistening arousal yesterday- and he blames today's dream on that.
He wonders what had gotten you to the point of ruining your underwear like that.
As he steps into the shower, he likes to believe that it was him, yesterday when you were cooking together. He'd stood behind you, had helped you cut some vegetables with his hands over yours, looking over your shoulder. Maybe you liked how domestic it was? Maybe you were having thoughts about being bent over the kitchen counter, just like the idea is spreading into his mind right now?
Or maybe it was when you were sitting on the couch together, watching some random movie because the wifi had died, leaving you with nothing but cable TV. Thinking about it, he really could've just slipped his hands underneath your shirt. He'd seen your nipples through the soft fabric, all perked up, proving your lack of underwear.
Maybe if he had made his move yesterday he wouldn't be standing in the shower right now, one arm against the wall while the other desperately strokes his cock.
He shouldn't be doing this.
It feels awfully wrong to think about you during such a thing, and yet, he can't get himself to really stop it until he actually finishes, cum getting washed down the drain together with all of the emotions clouding his better judgement. He knows this isn't right. He needs to do something about it.
But you're so sweet- how can he know that you won't say yes to him just because you don't want to hurt his feelings?
When you return back from getting groceries, you're painfully oblivious to anything being out of the ordinary. You don't question why he showered, you don't ask if anything is wrong- you simply start cooking, before you sing quietly to yourself, swaying on the spot. "Ah, Yoongi!" You suddenly say turning around towards him. "I know what I want for my birthday now!" You say, and he raises his eyebrow.
"Your birthday was four weeks ago." He comments, and you nod.
"And you said I can have whatever I want once I figured it out!" You remind him, his exact words being exactly those. You'd struggled to tell him what he could give you as a present- and so he'd given you nothing but a promise.
"What is it then?" He wonders, hoping it might be something silly like a kiss.
"I wanna go on a trip with you!" You chirp, and he's confused. "A camping trip! You say you like those too, so I wanna go on one with you." You explain, turning around to stir what's in the pot. "Doesn't have to be now, or tomorrow- I just wanna. You know. Spend time with you.." you mumble the last past, not sparing him a glance.
And maybe that's his sign.
The only way to be sure is to wait if you reach out to him first. It's the only solution to this problem there is. And maybe, just maybe, you're holding out your hand right now for him to potentially grab onto.
"Alright, let's do it then." He nods, and you turn with bright eyes and an excited smile.
"Oh, thank you! When do you think we could go?" You ask him innocently enough, tilting your head to the side. He's seen that look on your face so many times by now, and it's still dangerous.
So Yoongi smiles a little mischievously.
"When's the earliest you can get time off of work?"
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Sasuke is a senior college student that frequents the library during his free time. He likes to stay there because 1) the temperature is perfect, 2) it's quiet, and 3) no one bothers him. He always sits at his self-proclaimed spot near the last shelf.
Finals are coming, so professors let the students study during their classes. They are still required to report for attendance but they're not required to study in the classroom. Sasuke takes this opportunity to stay at the library and pass time.
He goes to the 3rd floor and enters the room. To his dismay, his spot is not available. That whole section is under renovation. He doesn't want to share desks, so he goes to the table by the window.
He takes out a random book from his bag and pretends to study. He looks around and looks out the window eventually. He sees someone slumped on the floor outside the building across. It seems that she's also studying by the looks of the scattered books and notebooks around her. Sasuke takes out a notebook and starts drawing random things. Every once in a while he can't help but look down the window.
"It's been hours and she's still there. With that number of books and readings, she must be a pre-med student," he reckons. He checks the time and packs his things. At exactly 4 PM, he leaves the library and calls it a day.
The following days are routinary. Sasuke notices that the girl is at her "spot" everyday, too. "For three consecutive days, I never saw her eat. Not even once. And she stays there longer than my stay here at the library." Sasuke isn't sure if his conclusion is true, so he decides to observe her keenly on the 4th day.
"So, she doesn't really eat, huh. How can she even study?" he wonders.
On the 5th day, he goes to the university earlier than usual, making sure he's there earlier than her. He leaves a paper bag on her spot. He rushes to the library and looks out the window to wait for her arrival.
She comes and immediately sees the paper bag with big "To pink-haired girl" on it. She looks around but sees no one. She opens the bag and sees a disposable bento box and a note. It reads:
Hello! I noticed that you don't eat the entire time you're studying. Please have this. I swear it's not poisoned and I swear I'm not a creep. (drawing of a T-rex)
She places the bag to the side and starts studying. This frustrates Sasuke. It seems to him that she doesn't plan to eat the food. He opens his notebook and starts doodling instead. After an hour, he decides to go out and have some snacks. He glances at the window and sees the girl eating the bento meal he gave. "Damnit, how did I miss her opening the bento?" He stays and watches until she finishes the food. "I'm not sure if she liked it, but I guess she finished everything.."
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Monday comes and Sasuke prepares another bento box for her. "Why am I even doing this for a stranger," he thinks as he rolls another maki.
He goes back to the spot and leaves the bag. He notices something posted on the wall. He goes near it and reads the note on a stationery:
Dear Dino-san,
Thanks for the food, but more importantly, thanks for your concern! The beef gyudon and mushrooms were tasty. I enjoyed the fruits as well!
Please don't worry about me. I'll bring snacks for myself next time.
Thanks again! Good luck on your exams!
Pink hair (✿˶’◡˘)♡
Sasuke smiles as he pulls the paper. He quickly pens a note and leaves it in the bag.
He's at his spot, anticipating the girl's reaction.
She opens the bag and sees two notes:
1st note:
Hi, I hope you liked the 1st one. Here's your supply for today. Eat and study well! (drawing of a T-rex)
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2nd note:
It's too late! :P
Also, if you're referring to protein bars or chewing gums for snacks, don't even think about it! Let me give you food until your exams are over. It's easy to make because I also prepare food for myself.
(cuter T-rex drawing)
She smiles at the note. Her smile is so big that it's evident from where Sasuke is sitting. It makes him very happy.
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In the following days, he prepares more complicated dishes. They still exchange notes and in just few days, they become comfortable which each other, ranting about things. She says:
The food is super good but you're making me fat, Dino-san. (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)
Our exam in Cell Bio was super hard. I quit!!! (◕︿◕✿)
How come you have so much time preparing food? Don't you need to review too? └| ∵ |┘
What's your favorite dinosaur? I feel like it's not T-rex. You just draw it because it's the easiest one. 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ
On Friday, Sasuke goes to her spot as usual. He takes the note posted on the wall and reads it:
Dino-san,
Sorry I forgot to tell you that today (Thu) is my last day of exams. I don't need to review anymore. Sorry, I won't be at my spot tomorrow (Fri). ◕︵◕
—Haruno Sakura
"Sakura..," he sighs as he puts the note into his bag. He picks up the paper bag and goes on his way.
He's still thinking about the note. "Haruno Sakura.. I must research about her when I get to the library." He goes to his spot..
"Dino-san!!"
It's the pink-haired girl sitting on his spot. She extends her hand for a handshake.
He reaches for her hand. "U-Uchiha Sasuke. S-Sakura, right?" He's very nervous yet excited. She's prettier face-to-face.
Sakura nods and they sit down. She looks outside, "so, this is where you look at me.. It's unfair that I couldn't even see you! Hmm. That angle is super unflaterring. I'm sure my forehead is big from this view.."
Sasuke laughs. "Not at all!" He continues laughing. "Sakura.. How did you know where I sit? Did you ask the librarian?"
"You underestimate the Science girl in me, huh?" she says as she giggles. "I used two mirrors. One regular and one convex."
"What? When? I didn't notice."
"Of course I didn't make it obvious. I used these." She shows the small mirrors that she used. "It was quite hard to see but I guess after 3 days, I was able to figure it out."
"That's— That's ingenious.."
She giggles again. "Thanks. I should have extra marks from my prof for applying Physics in my daily life." She bursts into laughter and takes out her phone. "Then I used this to zoom in. Then I saw you.. The cute Dino-san.. Who's always looking after me. Thank you, Sasuke-kun."
"Sasuke-kun.." he repeats while smiling at the thought that she mentioned his name that way.
"You said you're also preparing food for yourself. I guess my theory is correct that you only make bento for me." She pouts while crossing her arms.
"I'm sorry for lying. I don't have enough time to make two."
"From now on, I'll prepare your bento meal. In fact, I made you one for today."
"Y-You did?"
"Yes! So, I'll be on Dino diet and you'll be on Sakura diet. I'll make you fat too!"
Sasuke laughs and stares at her.
"Thank you, Sasuke-kun. My studies became easier when I learned that someone was cheering me on. Honestly, I was stress-eating before. I feel like your meals made me healthier."
"You're welcome. I'm glad I did that. And– And you're not fat. I don't know where you get that idea but you're not. And even so, you're still.. You're still.."
"I'm still what? Cute?" she laughs it off.
"Still beautiful.."
She blushes. "Stop! I might believe you if you'll continue with that."
He smiles and nods.
"Hmm. Your finals week isn't done right? So now, let me support you too in my own little ways.. Well, if you'll let me.." Sakura offers sincerely.
"Yes, please.."
"Okay, I know you have an exam later. Give me your arm!"
He extends his arm. She sits beside him and takes his wrist. "Don't move.. You said your favorite dinosaur is stegosaurus.. I practiced drawing it.." She's so focused with her drawing. He takes this time to observe her —how her hair and her scent are so fragrant, how her hands are so warm and soft. "There! That's your good luck charm. I'm sure you'll do good with that and the food that I made in your stomach."
"Thanks, Sakura.. The drawing.. I'm not sure if that's a dino going fast with the skateboard or it's his fart." They both share a laugh.
"Silence!!!" The librarian warned.
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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 | 𝟑𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
eddie munson x gender neutral! reader
summary: you and eddie spend a some time on his trailer, reading and growing sleepy.
warning: no capital letters, mentions of a knife (metaphor?), yeah that’s it. fluff!
word count: 850
m.list | time: 5:10 p.m
a/n: my first eddie fanfic! I hope you enjoy this, I’m going to start working on my part 3 to my steve fanfic, hopefully sometime tonight. don’t forget to tell me how I did!
"when's your uncle going to be back?" a voice asks, rippling through the air like a hot knife in butter, it was soft and airy as if it was hesitant in disturbing the peace.
the wool blanket shifts in your lap, finding a good place to get comfortable before resting. a thick strand of curly hair falls into your eyes for a spilt moment before removing itself quickly. the action makes you smile. eddie sighs and reaches over you to flip the page on your book, "no clue," he mumbles, watching your fingers dance across the pale yellow pages. "sometime tonight, don't worry we have time."
a snort leaves your mouth shortly, rolling your eyes at the filth filled tone, "you know that's not what I meant eddie." he shrugs his shoulders, the movement causes you to dip in the couch and you quickly return to your original position, frowning at the loss of contact. "I wanna try to be back home before my mom notices I'm gone."
eddie groans, throwing his head back childishly. you refrain from turning around to stare. nudging him a little with your elbow, he jolts and finds himself flipping to the next page. "why don't you just stay here? there's enough room."
you turn back at him and give him a dead look, lifting the hand that was resting on your thigh, you gesture to both of you- cramped up on the small couch in the front of the trailer. then to the rest of the home, which couldn't even fit him and his uncle. there were only two rooms and a bathroom and with those stains on eddies bed, you wouldn't even dream of sleeping in there.
eddie watches your hand, looking at everything you gesture too. he sighs knowing that you were right, which you always were. "damn." he comments under his breath, lightly chewing on his bottom lip. you watch his eyebrows crease and his eyes get distant.
you twist your back and reach up to poke the frown lines on his cheeks, "whatca thinking about?"
he looks at you for a brief moment then moves on to look at the kitchen, "how much it would cost for a renovation."
"about 40k."
he looks at you once and then after a second takes a quick double take, the bewildered look almost makes you laugh out loud. He stretches his neck towards you and turns his ear so fast you were afraid he'd get whiplash. he goes to open his mouth but sputters like a asthmatic fish, "30 thousand?"
"40." you correct, nonchalantly reading the rest of the page, flipping it yourself knowing he was too much inside his head to do so. but you were wrong because he slaps your hand away to do it himself, still in his money filled haze.
he grunts and falls back on the couch rest, "huh," he says, playing with the ends of your hair, "where would I get that kind of money?"
with eyes still on the book, you point towards the many mugs that hung on the raised ceiling above, “start by getting rid of those, eddie I swear nobody has that many mugs, it’s like your own strange addiction.”
he shakes his head, “those are my uncles, it’s like he prized possession. he loves them more than he loves me- and that’s sayin’ something.”
you give him a look of disbelief and plainly state, “it’ll make you atleast 2,000.”
without missing a beat, he nods his head eagerly. pushing his mouth into a content frown, “they’ll be gone by tomorrow.”
you give a hum of acknowledgment. your eyes start to droop and the weight of your head on your shoulders makes your neck cave in, your body sways for a moment; making you feel like your flying through the air before you jolt and wake yourself up.
eddie looks at you with a teasing smirk, he leans back from where he arm was draped over your right shoulder to look at your sleep ridden face. “you good down there?”
you hum again, too exhausted to form any actual words. the feeling of him threading his fingers through your tangled hair lulls you, combined with the feeling of his warm chest, the rhythmic breathing from his lungs relaxes your body, and also your mind.
you became too tired to move, lifting a finger was even too much, you sunk deeper into eddies chest. he laughs and you could hear it through his chest cavity. deep and hollow; your body shakes with the movement.
“don’t, laugh.” you manage to mutter out, “too, tired.”
eddie smiles and leans down to kiss the crown of your head, he slips his arm between your shoulder and his chest to gently close the book in your hands and places it on the coffee table ahead. he leans down and softly whispers in your ear,
“alright, sweetheart, let’s get you home.”
#x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#stranger things x reader#gender netural reader#don’t see enough of these#fluff#Eddie munson imagine#Eddie munson fluff#Eddie munson stranger things
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Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 8 [Appleradio, Radioapple]
"Salutations, my dear beloved listeners. Isn't just wonderful to being able to wake up and see such a splendid day like the one we have today? The sky is so clear, birds are singing and everywhere you look there is a friendly face.
As long you don't look in the wrong places, that it. Like maybe inside of a rock that is clinging to the ceiling with all it's might, holding together the whole ceiling! I hope the promise of it giving away and crushing your young little heads kept you all entertained enough while staying there.
Such a pity for those who didn't listen in our past broadcast and didn't know about the community center not being available anymore.
Oh, but don't worry too much, there won't be any need for a service for them today or any other day. The workers already took care of everything so everyone who ever missed them or care about their pathetic lives can rest easy, crying in the corner on their room as they should so nobody else has to hear it. No doubt filled with all the memories of those that are never returning and regrets over everything they can't change anymore.
I almost get giddy just thinking about it.
Do you see, my friends, this is why we come together in this stations of ours. You should know by now that when we are together here, everything will be just right and the raccoons won't have to gnash their teeth into a surprised face.
If they still end up with a face, though, at least it will be after you have been properly warned. Isn't that what counts in the end?
Ah, but those deaths is not the only good news that we have for today, dear listeners! As all of you should know, for a few months the toy store that was abandoned was bought and in the process of renovation by our local toy maker.
After a lot of working, painting, rebranding and whatever else, the new toy store is finally opening it's door for the public.
Rejoice.
I… won't be going to the party inauguration.
But, Alastor, I can hear you scream with reckless desperation. This is definitely going to be news worthy! The tiny toy maker invited everyone in! There is going to be food and child appropiate drinks and even some bouncy castles!
Well, my dear listener, for as much as seeing kids potentially breaking their ankles and giving each other more than one black eye is entertaining, I am afraid I am sitting this one out. Instead I will be sending one of our production assistant Niffty to take a few notes and see how it goes.
A real gal that one! Don't ask me what she is chasing half of the time, though, I have no idea! She came with the building. I think. Or she was a homeless woman who came in from the window. One of the two!
She has been living on the attic most of the time, where we save up old records, and it's a lovely woman once you get to know her. More than one time she and I shared a nice cup of coffee as the announcements were playing.
Well, I was drinking it at least. She just stared at me with a permanent smile and didn't blink the entire time, not even when a fly landed on her eye. I don't believe she was breathing either, HA HA!
Ah, I am sure that kids will love to meet her. Although, if I can give just the tiniest bit of advice, maybe don't leave her alone with any scissors. I can't promise anything not splattery if you do that. Or do, if the party gets too boring at any point.
Which reminds me, I have to ask a certain chief officer to keep an eye on her. Just to make sure that she comes back safe, you see. If she gets a little bit too excited, don't worry, she doesn't bite.
Usually.
She might still do other things that none of us can imagine. But at least it won't be our problem.
Yes, she will be my little corresponsal at the party. Everyone please be as receptive, talkative and kind to her as you would with me. Remember that I am always listening, even if I am not there.
As to the reason why I won't be attending the party, it's obviously because I am taking care of my diet, of course! Lately I have been indulging a little bit too much on so many sweets. A very unlike me thing to do, as you all know.
I just can feel the risk of my teeth rotting inside my mouth already, thinking about all that sweet I had shoved into my mouth with too much carelessness. The sickly, disgusting, nauseating sugar that doesnt belong on my plate anyway. A plate that was made to contain meals of a red and darker variety.
Without any stupid shiny condiment on top.
Yes, that is right. I am finally giving it up.
I just can't keep pretending like that was the kind of man I am, dear listener. It will take probably a little bit of time to get back to a normal routine before the sweets invaded everything I see and think about, but! I have full trust that with a bit of willpower and concern for my health, I will manage to get that saccharine taste out of my mouth for good.
Frankly, I don't even know what I was even thinking getting involved with those kind of food in the first place.
Maybe was the golden wrapper? The blue sugar? The gentle little sounds that it made when I taste it? The way that it seemed to taste me as if it was finding something sweet too?
No, no, that couldn't be. What a delusional thought is that. My, couldn't be that I am also catching a fever? Such irrational and stupid ideas don't seem like me at all.
All the more reason to not go partying. It could be contagious for all I know. And we don't want that, don't we?
I will be fine. I managed to have a perfectly decent life without any sweets before. I had not a single complaint. Waking up at the same hour, preparing for work, come here and share with all of you whatever was worth knowing about our beautiful small town was all I could ever ask for. Why would you ever attempt to mess with perfection such as that?
Without any tiny feet coming down the hallway or a hand reaching for my shoulder while the coffe is brewing. Without anyone pulling on my leg to show me their new piece of art or my arm to show me their latest idea. Always pulling. My feet somehow moving along with it.
My house was fine without all of that extra noise.
I don't need sugar and cream, dear listener.
I don't need it. I never did.
In fact, I will probably do even better than before. Just getting back on the old savoury goodness that I have come to know will put me good as new in no time.
So! That is my resolution from now on and I am sure that my teeth will appreciate it just as much as my stomach. Other people might find it disagreeable, but I have made up my mind to this.
I was never meant to taste that sweetness anyway. It wasn't made for this tongue.
I am still hungry, unfortunately. I might never stop being hungry. But now I at least know that my food is elsewhere.
Now, the weather…"
#radioapple#appleradio#duckiedeer#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer x alastor#hazbin hotel AU#hazbin hotel nifty
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Tarn and Prowl being Sparkmates means neither set of Ride or Dies can just thrash the offending partner. The DJD has it worse than the Structies in that regard since Prowl is a gestalt member. Hurting the Constructicons means hurting Prowl which means hurting Tarn. Which Tarn does not apreciate.
There is definitely a rotating group of mechs that folow Prowl around to catch him if he glitches.
Prowl and Tarn once they hit the nesting phase really start driving everyone bananas especially Prowl. Everything is being made Sparkling safe. Everything. The Constructicons and the DJD have to do massive renovations and expansions to their base and ship. Tarn orders all tables bolted to the floor out of spite for having to hide his collections in a biolocked storage room. Apparently the First Editions "Weren't sparkling appropriate decor." The Constructicons are very sympathetic. They miss being able to encorperate corpses and even living mechs into the archertecture.
Dumb Thought:
Praxians are Seekerkin, right? Seekers trine. What if Pharma is the third and final fail-husband? It's finally been long enough that the connection to his Ex-Conjux has faded enough for his writing to appear. Or having both in the same place overcame the inertia of his broken connection to Ratchet.
He's flying out to check out what the ruckes is, or Tarn sent him a ping to deliver the T-cogs. He lands looks at the two cariers arguing with the each other over architectural features as Helix and Tess are atempting to mediate. Well Tess is atempting to mediate, Helix is being a snarky advocate for Unicron and space heater so the carrying mechs dont get too cold. The Constructicons are just going, we can make this happen to every seguestion.
Pharma, to shocked to self censor, screeches "Prowl what are you doing here?! What fresh hell is this Tarn?!" Then he feels two sets of writing apear on his arm one after the other. "Oh, my Pharma, I don't have to give you up after all!" Folowed by, "Pharma of Vos what exactly is your relationship with the DJD?!" Pharma falls to his knees and screams in dispair. The two mech he hates most in the universe are his sparkmates. Scavenger pats Pharma on the shoulder, "Don't worry, you get used to it."
Oh yes the Ride or Dies
Right yep yep! The Constructicons have (somewhat) of a literal connection to Tarn through Prowl
They will and it will drive Prowl up the wall
sdfg ohh. Why do I get the vibe these renovations and expansions are driving them nuts?
I had not even considered the idea of them also being petty towards each other with them, because of course they are. Tarn, something tells me that even if the tables/desks are bolted down Prowl's habit of flipping them will remain (and if it doesn't hey you've found a solution for less furniture repairs)
The DJD and Constructicons can bond over their Ride or Dies being menaces while carrying
Oh no
Oh no
Pharma
Oh no
You'd think that Nickel banned Tarn from having anymore T-cog replacements while carrying tbh
Pharma I am so sorry babygirl but welcome to the chaos
Tesarus and Helex are trying but Helex is a menace and busy being a menace. We've already designated Prowl and Tarn menaces.
Why did I imagine Pharma just carrying a bunch of t-cogs in a energon stained cardboard box? That's probably not what's going on but it is a hilarious image.
of course structies of course.
Oh Pharma, sweetheart, babygirl. Welcome to the failhusbands, both of your sparkmates got each other sparked up and you are stuck with them now. I get the vibe that Pharma and Prowl would have so many interesting interactions, ohh.
I Am Still Trying To Ascertain when in the timeline this is so that we know what version of Pharma we're getting and when all of this is going down
Scavenger that is not helping him
#maccadam#transformers#oh pharma#mtmte pharma#tarnma#tarnprowl#rare pair#what have we done#tarnprowl soulmate au#constructicons#decepticon justice division
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I'm back as promised with fluffy post-canon Armand & Louis headcanons because I need them, so you're going to get them whether you need them or not. 🖤
In RoA and BC, it's pretty much implied that Armand only comes to court to be closer to Louis and keep an eye on Lestat since there's always something going on. I imagine post-canon things are a lot more settled and he retreats back to Trinity Gate as much as he can, which means Louis goes back and forth a lot when he needs a break from the château.
They don't have a strict visitation schedule per se, but Louis knows it's time when they're on the phone and Armand quietly says something like, "We went to the opera today; you would have loved it." And it's very clear that what he wants to say is, "I would have loved it if you had been there with me." But he's not going to be demanding, that's not who he is with Louis.
Trinity Gate as a coven house is rather busy most of the time, very different when it was just Armand, Louis, and B & S; neither Louis nor Armand prefer to be in the spotlight like Lestat. And as much as Louis needs a reprieve from court life and being Lestat's emotional support animal, Armand also needs a break from being the ever-on-alert guardian and caregiver at Trinity Gate. It's necessary for both of them to have that time away and decompress with someone who can relate to what they're going through (worrying over Lestat; having so much of their identity wrapped up in who they are to other people).
Shortly after the events of BC, Armand purchased a beautiful old renovated Victorian property by Sleepy Hollow, New York (Louis surprisingly never gets tired of making a deadpan Headless Horseman joke whenever it comes up, beating Lestat to the punch). It's exactly an hour's drive from Trinity Gate, so it's easy for Armand to meet Louis when he arrives via Armand's private jet and they head off for a few days.
The Sleepy Hollow house is their special place together. In some ways, this is the first time they can authentically recreate the early days of their relationship under much better circumstances—their "gentle intimacy"—without the ever-present distraction of fledglings coming and going and the earlier threats of Burnings in the 2000s.
They both have an inclination to want to retreat from the world at times, so for Armand being away from the overstimulation that is millions of minds in NYC and for Louis having a complete lack of privacy as royal consort at court, a little house miles anyway from anyone else is a much needed sensory reset. A lot less opulent than Trinity Gate and an actual castle, it's truly a smaller, comfortable, and cozy nest that reflects both their combined tastes.
Armand will typically silently opt to don Louis's old sweaters that he's hoarded and now keeps there, and Louis will very intentionally make it a point to wear nothing but clothes Armand's bought for him in years past. It's his way of saying, "This is our time right now."
Away from everyone, it's where Armand feels the freedom to be more vulnerable and passionate and confess how much he misses Louis, how tired he sometimes feels (remember: he's 500 years old and he has yet to go into the earth once, he must be exhausted). The sentiment is mutual—they were a constant in each others' lives for over a combined 10 decades. 
Oftentimes they take mortal naps together, curled up on the sofa in front of Romeo + Juliet with Claire Danes and Leonardo DiCaprio (a movie Louis is said to have watched in TVA) and the artificial candles flickering. Armand's head on Louis's chest and Louis's "long and delicate fingers" tangled in Armand's curls, a green wool blanket that costs more than my rent draped over them both (Armand enjoys being cocooned and he likes to think Louis does too... and he does). ♥️
#never underestimate how much i love them okay 🤧#this muddles between post-canon meta and actual cute stuff but it's where i'm at rn#headcanons#you didn't ask and yet here i am#armand/louis#armand#louis de pointe du lac#vc
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I still wonder if there isn't some ambiguity about which Eclipse, exactly, betrayed Bloodmoon today--if only because when Cool Eclipse was asked by Bloodmoon why he would help them, he told them to think of it as repayment for getting rid of Sun and Moon. But we know Cool Eclipse does actually like Sun and Moon and wants to help them return, in addition to that extracted promise from Bloodmoon not to hurt them once Bloodmoon is free. Additionally, Ruin Eclipse doesn't tend to like being called by his original name...
On the other hand, the word "betrayal" does imply that there was some trust or alliance happening to begin with, but Bloodmoon never had that sort of relationship with this Eclipse the way they do with Ruin. So unless this is a preemptive betrayal by Cool Eclipse, then the episode title makes no sense.
Either way, considering how unhinged Ruin is, I kind of get the feeling that he won't really... care that Bloodmoon turned on him. Minor annoyance, maybe, but I don't think he will take it personally? Like. He didn't even take it personally either time Moon trapped him--even going so far as to tell Moon he still liked him after being tricked in the arcade.
Oh, and speaking of the arcade... this kind of makes me mad at Freddy again for letting him out way back when, considering the daycare wouldn't have exploded if he'd just kept him in there. Like, sure, it was thanks to that exchange that he was able to figure out Eclipse had put that spell in place to change everyone's opinions on Sun and Moon... but he did nothing to act on that. He didn't offer help or try to explain to anyone else what was going on. And even when he was talking to Foxy about the recent explosion, he showed not one iota of worry about Sun or Moon even though he did express a lot of worry about Monty. Which, again, leaves an extremely bitter taste in my mouth, especially since he has gone to Moon for help before. ...And I'm not actually sure he knows about Moon's amnesia, either.
Maybe once Sun and Moon return, they will just take the explosion and wreckage of the daycare as their sign to move out again. I can't imagine the portal or science equipment is easily fixable considering it was ground zero, so they could just let Earth and Lunar take over as far as renovating and redecorating go and then just have Sun commute to work every day. ...And Moon too if he actually still does any daycare work and hasn't just handed his role off to Earth and Lunar.
The others clearly don't miss them at all, and Monty and Foxy could just as easily go visit them at whatever home they ultimately move to. That might even be preferable as a way to keep FC from wandering around and wrecking things by climbing and/or jumping off them.
And Monty might like getting to hang out with Earth more without fear of getting punched in the face by Moon as easily.
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Out on a Limb
Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him.
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Chapter 7: Rumors
"Well.." Alastor turned away from Venus. He began hobbling off down a dirt road.
Venus ran after him, summoning her broom to her hand as she went. "Well, what? What do you mean? That's it? Come on."
"You've got good form, girl. But your spells are repetitive and predictable. You're quick and agile, but you take too many chances. Had that been a real fight, you would've been snatched up." Alastor kept his eyes forward. He barely glanced at Venus with his magic eye.
"You can't hardly expect me to be perfect, can you?" Venus kept pace beside Alastor. She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with hope. "Show me."
"Show you what? How not to get kidnapped? Easy. Constant. Vigilance." Alastor kept moving, nearly leaving Venus behind. Even despite his injury, he kept a quick pace.
"No." Venus stamped her foot on the ground.
Alastor paused and turned to look at Venus over his shoulder, slowly. The girl - no. The young woman stared him down. She held her broom in one hand and wand in the other. Her eyes held a sense of determination Alastor hadn't seen since his school years.
"Show me how. Teach me how to do better."
Alastor stared in disbelief. For once, his expression softened. He gave Venus a wink. "Meet me back here. Tomorrow." Alastor turned away, disappearing into a cloud of gray dust.
Venus felt an excitement course through her veins. Her hands waved in front of her chest in fists. A soft squeal escaped from behind her teeth. Her feet stamped on the ground in a mismatched pattern. She took her broom and her wand, apparating away herself. The cloud of black, grey smoke flitted back and forth across the sky. She landed back at home, no longer alone on the small property. She looked up to the woman standing at the door. Her eyes creased with her wide smile.
"Molly!" Venus ran towards the woman, her arms outstretched.
Molly met Venus in the middle. She gave the younger girl a smile. The two held each other in a warm embrace as Molly patted Venus on the back. "Oh, it's good to see you again, dear. I've missed you."
"I've missed you as well, Molly. Tell me, how are the kids? How is Arthur? I haven't seen him st the ministry recently." Venus pulled away from Molly. She held Molly's shoulders firmly to keep the woman close to her.
"They're doing wonderfully. I came by to tell you some news. I meant to do so sooner, but Arthur has been so busy with raids, and someone has to take care of the kids."
"Oh my. Let's step inside. We can have some tea." Venus stepped up to the door. She unlocked the door with her keys and immediately began cleaning the place up.
Unspoken spells moved furniture and trash out of the way. All glass, tile, and relatively any signs of renovation were removed from the living room. A teapot in the kitchen was filled with water and placed on the lit stove.
"There. That's better. I apologize for that. I never.. fully moved in. I'm fixing the place up." Venus pulled a sheet off a few chairs and a table. She folded them up and put them down elsewhere for the two to sit.
"Don't worry, dear. I'm just happy to see you in one piece. Arthur says there's been quite a few rumors about 'The green eyed apprentice working with Mad Eye Moody'." Molly smirked to herself as she sat down.
Venus took a seat across from Molly, her eyebrows raised in question. "Mad Eye? Is that what they're calling Alastor now? Thats.. odd."
Venus looked to the floor, then Molly. "Wait. Rumors? What kind? If they're about.. other things.. you know, as well as i do, there is nothing going on."
"Mhm. I'm aware. But that's not what the public thinks." Molly crossed her legs, her hands placing over her knees. She kept her eyes lower to the ground.
"Molly. Nothing happened. I mean- you know me. I- I really shouldn't involve myself in human men. Its.. It's unnatural. I'm not - If i decide to go back, it would be awful on any family i decide to create. I mean, I've done so much. I've been on land so long, but i haven't forgotten.." Molly nodded in response to Venus's pleading. The two shared a sigh and brief silence.
"Do you want to tell me what happened, Venus?" Molly lifted her eyes. She watched Venus do the same. Hesitance struck the young girl in front of her. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it quickly. Venus diverted her eyes to the floor. She took a deep breath and began to recall the past week.
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Author Note
Whoopsies. I'm gonna try and catch up this weekend, but i can't make any guarantees. Hope you enjoy this little bit here. Some banter and drama all in one chapter. That should feed you guys.
#alastor moody#alastor moody x oc#alastor my beloved#novel#fanfic#oc insert#angst with a happy ending#angst#molly weasley#arthur weasley#ron weasley#george weasley#fred weasley#ginny weasley#percy weasley#bill weasley#pining#Harry Potter#romance#tension#mermaid oc#main character#mutual pining#strangers to lovers
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Garbage Farm (#48)
2024-03-25, session #48 of Garbage Farm! Spanning Winter 3 through Winter 9 of Year 4!
cast:
me (@mothmute)
E.B. (@blueherin)
Kimi (@2kimi2furious)
Highlights include, but are not limited to the following:
pre-game:
it's been a while, but Garbage is back, woohoo!
—oh. logistical difficulties. welp, it was bound to happen.
“so, uh, what'd you have for dinner?”
I did my Garbage Homework and I came prepared with a to-do list and everything! But nobody knows what we're doing.
(the song from titanic plays softly in the distance)
Possum is gonna be so so glad to see us, he might do a li'l hop and everything, maybe get all flat
Winter 3:
LET GARBAGE BE JOINED
oh god I've got clown shoes on and they jingle now, let's see how long before they notice
(spoilers: they don't)
I visit Marnie. Lewis assures me he is there strictly for business reasons.
Cringefail, one (1) more duck.
felled tree remains mysteriously appear in the graveyard??
Kimi finds a mystery door......
Clint caught me digging in the trash, who cares
Special order for Taro Root!
Alex is wearing his special shorts, but Kimi's are more special (hint: they are purple)
Winter 4:
Mr. Qi flies by on an airplane. Mystery boxes can now be found.
The Wizard Catalog is amazing.
I try to renovate my house, but all my stuff is in the way!
Made another shed big, though.
E.B. finds a mystery box. “what's inside?” “mystery, duh”
Honestly, a lot of the day is spent mindlessly wandering.
Big chests!! I'll miss the stone ones' aesthetics, but big chests!!
We all went to bed early
Winter 5:
Bookseller is in town???
Cool pig had an Elliott Portrait, that's not weird at all
(apparently had an Alex portrait, too)
I go ahead and max out the ducks
then I go consume all the books at once
Kimi finds powdermelon seeds??
Winter 6:
After moving all my furniture, I get a bunch of renovations to my house. To be honest, I have no idea what to do with all this space, my place was already a little sparse.
Kimi dies in the volcano because she didn't bring food!
(Somewhere in here, I suggest EB take the lead on the Taro Root quest)
Wind in the night...
Winter 7:
The big tree! Noooo! —eh, it was only there a few days.
A little hardwood turns it into a cute little house, though
Turns out, I'm the only one of us cool enough to explore the mystery cave 😎
It's wine night, and I drastically underestimate just how many kegs I have
Winter 8:
There's always so much to do! —and yet I can recall almost none of it!
Ice fest??
Kimi is running late to ice fest, but no worries. ... okay, maybe some worries, I am anxious-typed.
Hey, whole bunch of new dialog!
Evelyn is worried it might be the last time she make a snowman with Alex. That's so sad!! (It's okay, nobody dies here)
Harvey froze his face
Clint is completely useless at making snowmen
KIMI CAUGHT DOPING IN THE CONTEST AND STEALS 1ST PLACE
(it's okay)
I call out how nobody noticed my literal clownshoes and then realized, “shit, I sound like Clint,” 100% clown behavior
Winter 9?:
non-canon day!!
possum gives us a snail
MAYO CHUG hang on let's try and get a picture
Kimi tries and fails to count down
I suggest using a bomb as a timer; when the bomb goes off, drink!
we are so bad at this
over 12 in-game hours and no mayo chug picture, truly phenomenal
TO-DO:
crystalariums for coffee project and so many stairs
💀💀💀
I've been putting off kegs, preserves jars, and some tree-tap improvements for so many sessions, now
friendship!!
walnut room......
long-term projects, shopping lists
OPERATION MAGIC HAT (strictly confidential)
Keep exploring 1.6 content!!
Gotta defeat the ocean. The whole ocean.
... do we want extra garbage cottages?
oh right, darts
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A short session, but it's good to be back, and I'm looking forward to exploring more 1.6 content with my friends
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T | 809 | m/nb? human/the thing haunting his house | prequel to 'haunted'
Ed has been flat-hunting for the past two weeks daily. His brain was slowly becoming a blur of doors, walls, and smiling realtors. Every day he would see at least one place but none of them met his requirements, and if it did, it always had some hidden payments or repairs he couldn't afford.
So when he was looking at another one on Friday - a one-story house in an old suburb neighbourhood - he didn’t have much hope of moving out of his mother’s flat. It was small, but still too big for his budget. Especially, when the realtor told him it had a huge cellar beneath, great for storing wine or preserves, as they said.
He stepped in prepared to find water damage, leaky pipes, and drafty windows. When he found none, he asked about the price and looked twice at the paperwork. The realtor, a tired young man, waited patiently in an armchair as he searched over and over again for hidden expenses.
“What’s wrong with this house?” he asked eventually, but as the man opened his mouth to answer, he raised his hand to stop him. "And don’t say nothing, there must be a reason why a place this cheap hasn't been rented yet.”
The man sighs.
"Honestly? I don't know. It’s in good condition, all vital repairs have been done, and yet, the price keeps falling. People say they don't like ‘the vibe’,” he scowled, quotation marks in the air.
Ed looks around once again, at the fairly inconspicuous walls and necessities.
"I don't feel any ’vibes’ here.”
The man shrugs.
"Me neither. Are you interested?"
Tentatively, Ed nodded.
"I think so? But I'm worried about… the vibes."
"Tell you what,” the man reaches into his pockets. "I’ll give you the keys, you can spend the night here, look around more, find whatever is wrong with the place. I'll be back in the afternoon, maybe you’ll have an answer for me then," he says, offering him the keys.
Ed took them, stunned.
“Really?”
“Yeah, just don’t tell my supervisors,” he winked. “Lock the doors when you leave and don’t break anything.”
“Of course,” he nods, watching the man stand up and put on his jacket.
“See you tomorrow then?” he extends his hand.
“I’ll have your answer,” he promises, shaking on it.
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He made multiple trips that day. First, he grabbed his son to give him a tour. He didn't get any bad vibes from the house either, and his kid’s approval was important in a decision that big. Then he drove him back to his grandmother, grabbing a sleeping bag to spend the night. Maybe whatever was creeping potential tenants out, was coming out after dark.
The neighborhood didn’t look any different than any other when the sun set. The trees loomed over the road, but not unwelcomingly. They wrapped around the fence like a dark green embrace.
The house was quiet and his steps echoed through the empty walls. Still normal.
He put his makeshift camp upstairs, where his bedroom would be, on an empty bed frame. After settling there, he took his flashlight and toured the house once again, shining light in every smallest nook and cranny, looking for anything that might have scared off potential tenants.
His last step was the cellar, which held the laundry room and wine shelves. There was also an old couch, which was probably too much of a hassle to carry up the stairs during renovations. He trails his light across the walls, layered with stones. In the corner hung a motion-operated light - now off, since the power was shut until a new person moves in. The ceiling was low, but due to the amount of open space, it didn’t feel constricting.
He sat down on the couch, surprisingly bouncy despite its age, and imagined a low table for card games, maybe a crate of beers next to the wine shelves. It would make a nice hang-out spot.
His flashlight flickered, so he hit it against his palm a couple of times. The light steadied for a second, before completely going out.
“Fuck", he muttered to no one but the darkness. He now had to climb his way up guided by touch alone. He sighed, falling against the couch before the inevitable trip up the stairs.
Somebody sat down next to him.
He knew it wasn’t possible, but that's what his brain was telling him, his sixth sense on high alert. He looked to the side, but still saw nothing but the dark. He reached out.
Just air.
But despite feeling and seeing nothing, his brain kept screaming at him that he had company. He stood up abruptly, determined to leave as fast as the lack of visibility would allow.
Something, unmistakable despite its absurdity, grabbed his ass. He ran up the stairs, trippin on the steps.
#monsterlovetober2023#monster romance#monster lover#human/monster romance#monsterfucker#fantasy romance#spooktober#monster kink#monster under the bed
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The Store
Junior: See, ladies? I told you it was awesome. Just look at that view of the creek. Imagine waking up to that every day.
Belle: As soon as you told me about it, I knew it was going to be awesome.
Junior: I knew you'd like it. I mean, you already live above a shop, so it's kind of a natural fit, isn't it? Wait till you see the inside.
Hope: The view is beautiful, but the inside had better be worth it too. My parents think I'm at knitting club, and if I lied to them and missed my group meeting for some crumbling old wreck, I'm going to be really mad.
Junior: It's not a crumbling wreck. Sure, town council wants to tear it down, but that's only because it's been vacant for so long. My dad says he thinks it’s structurally sound, and he said he's going to come here with one of his engineer friends to check it out for us.
Hope: You sound like we've already agreed to rent it.
Junior: Buy it. The owners said they have to sell it, 'cause they're not interested in doing the renovations it needs.
Belle: I'm on board with this plan. I'd totally want to buy it.
Hope: You don't even know what it looks like inside.
Belle: Yeah, but I can envision the potential.
Junior: Me too. It's gonna be great!
Hope: Can we think about this like adults for a second, please? First of all, do Winter and Min-Jae know anything about this? I presume they're going to be included in this scheme of yours.
Junior: It's not a scheme, and yeah, they know. They couldn't come because Winter is working and Min-Jae is sick. Min-Jae texted me earlier and said he wasn't feeling up to it. I'm going by his place after this to see him, if you want to come with me.
Hope: Okay, but even with Winter and Min-Jae, have you thought about how we’d possibly be able to afford this?
Junior: We all have jobs, and besides, we don't have to pay for it all at once. That's what mortgages are for. Personally, I'm gonna hit Dylan up for some cash. The way I see it, that's the least he can do for me.
Belle: I'm sure all our parents will contribute something toward the down payment, if we all agree we want to do this. My dads probably won’t like the idea of me moving out, though.
Hope: My parents definitely won’t. I’m sure Daddy thinks he and Mom need to take care of me forever. He worries about everything.
Junior: That explains where you inherited your overactive worry reflex from.
Hope: *signs* Idiot.
Junior: Belle, what did she say? Did she just give me sass in sign language?
Hope: Just because I’m signing, it doesn’t mean I can’t still hear you, dumbass.
Belle: She said you’re cute, Junior.
Hope: Cute, but dumb.
Junior: Sounds like true love to me.
Hope: …
Belle: Let’s look inside. We’ll have time to figure everything out. I mean, obviously people aren’t lining up to buy the place, so I think we should wait until everybody sees it before we decide on anything. And we should talk to our parents.
Junior: My dad already knows the general plan.
Belle: My dads only know I’m thinking about moving out. I want to make sure they understand everything. And Hope needs to come clean to her parents.
Hope: Maybe I can write them an email.
Belle: You and Chance should just sit them down together and explain the whole thing honestly. It’ll be fine.
Hope: Easy for you to say.
Junior: Be a glass-half-full person for a change, Hope. Otherwise, we’re gonna have to start calling you ‘Hopeless’.
Hope: Ugh. Can I get new friends?
Junior: You could, but nobody else in the world would understand you the way we do. Besides, we need you. Without you, we’d be The Five Pack, and that just sounds lame.
Belle: I promise it’ll be okay, Hope. If you’re really too nervous about talking to your parents, even with Chance there, I can come over and talk to them with you. If my dads are okay with all of us moving in together, it might be easier for your parents to accept it, too.
Hope: Yes, please. That might work.
Junior: Ready to go in?
Belle: I've been ready since we got here.
Hope: Okay, let's do this. I need to see the reason my parents are going to lose their minds.
#ts4#sims 4#eagames#willow creek#the store#the six pack#thesixpack#Junior Omar#Belle Blanchet#Hope Greene#stargazersims
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Dear Desmond,
Hi. I know this is probably awkward, I usually don't send letters like this. Or any letters for that matter, nowadays. But, since I was able to greet all the other new villagers, and you're my new coworker, it only seems fair.
So, welcome to Maple Leaf! I'm Cy, the Resident Representative, pleased to meet your acquaintance. My job is to essentially ensure life on this island is as comfortable as it can be for everyone living here. Meaning I focus on helping out villagers and renovating the island to make it more habitable overall.
I must confess, I'm a newbie to my job. I was given it because I was the only one qualified at the time, and, according to some, I've made good decisions so far. I managed to move in all the citizens you see now, and introduced the store, town hall, and museum to the island. The last two are your reason for being here, as far as I understand, so, I look forward to working together!
It may seem like a lot at first, but, we have a good community behind us and everyone is working together to make this the best experience we can. So if you need anything, or if your housing isn't to your liking, just please let me know. Don't forget to take the time to relax once in a while, this really is a lovely place.
Sincerely, Cy.
Dear coworker,
Don't concern yourself with this supposed "awkwardness". I've never felt more welcome than I did moving here. I appreciate you addressing me directly. I've heard great things about you and, if I'm being honest, I was a little nervous to meet you. This lessens the blow.
I'm Desmond, as you already know. My job will be to oversee the more technical side of things. But, to make a long story short, I'll be dealing with all your paperwork from now on. I admire what you're all doing here, and I'm certain this island's successes are in no small part thanks to you.
I must confess, I'm one as well! That is to say, while I have worked in this line of work in the past, I've never done it on such a large scale. There's no need to list off your accomplishments, I've already read about them, and been told the stories by many of the staff here. You're a local celebrity of sorts, you should be proud.
I don't doubt that, and I look forward to working with everyone. Please, feel free to come to me as well with any help you need. We're coworkers now, we should look out for each other. And don't worry, I certainly will.
Love, Desmond
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Desmond pulled away his paws from the typewriter, bringing them up to rest his chin. His tail swirled behind him as he considered...all of this. He was sitting at his desk in a wooden though mostly unfurnished room. Boxes lined the walls, yet to be unpacked, let alone touched. He didn't have much, but still. When one traveled so much over the years some items just stuck.
It was so much pressure, to put on one animal. Keeping others happy, his many jobs in service had taught him that wasn't as simple as one thought. Especially when it came to something as personal as someone's hometown, island in this case. Others were quick to turn and become defensive in those cases.
They felt their very homes and livelihoods were under attack. He could only imagine attempting to run a whole society of sorts encouraged that more. It wasn't as if the people here could pack up and leave so easily.
He adjusted his glasses with the wiggle of his nose. Yet, no one so far had given him that impression. When he mentioned the name Cy, there were no eye rolls, no stuck up snouts, nor subtle comments with hidden mesnings. He looked out the window, pastel blue curtains shifting in the wind as its doors lay open. The early morning sunlight was shining through and, outside, as far as the eye could see were trees. He tilted his head and let his ears fall to the side as he inspected the sunspot on the floor with narrowed eyes.
He was a long way from the city.
He carefully took the paper off the typewriter and starting folding it up. He had an envelope prepared just to the side. It had been sitting there for a while now, Cy's address fully written out. He kept it in the opposite corner of where he sat his coffee always, just in case. He could smell the rich, brewed beans from here. A gift from his father as a moving in present. It was the best he'd ever gotten and he took that as a sign.
To think he'd really been all that frightened of someone who clearly just got in over their head... that'd be him soon too.
Well, he though as he let out a huff, blowing past his whiskers, at least it will be something to talk about with him. He finished, ensuring the paper's folds were neat before finishing. We're set out to be good friends already. We have so much in common, after all.
With a sigh and a slight smile, he put the folded paper in the envelope. So it begins.
#my oc no touchies thank you#love desmond (reply)#little does he know he's going to marry him in a couple of years#poor little meow meow Desmond
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How To Plan A Kitchen Remodel
Planning a kitchen renovation can be overwhelming. But don't worry - we've got you covered! In this article, we'll walk through everything from choosing a contractor to selecting materials.
Kitchen renovations can be expensive, so before you start planning, consider these questions: Do I need a new kitchen? Will my budget allow for a major project? Are there any other factors that will affect my decision?
Choose a Contractor
Before planning your kitchen remodeling project, choose a contractor with experience with kitchens. You should also ask them how much they charge per square foot. This will help you determine whether the cost of the project is reasonable.
Determine Scope of Work
Once you've chosen a contractor, you need to decide what kind of work you want to be done. Do you just want new cabinets installed? Or do you want an entire kitchen remodeled? If you're not sure, start by asking yourself these questions: What's my budget? What's my timeline? What features am I looking for?
Select Materials
You should also consider how much space you have available in your kitchen. Is there enough room for a large island? Are there any appliances that will need to remain in place? Will you need to move electrical outlets? These decisions will help determine what type of material you choose.
Decide on Finishes
Once you decide on the size and layout of your new kitchen, you'll need to select finishes. This includes the color of the cabinets, countertops, flooring, lighting fixtures, and more. If you're looking at granite countertops, you'll probably want to go with white or light gray. If you're considering stainless steel appliances, you might want to go with black or dark gray.
Set Up an Estimate
You should also set up an estimate before starting any work. This will help you plan out how much money you expect to spend and what type of budget you'll need to stay within. It's also helpful to write down what you'd like to see in your finished space.
These tips will help you get rolling on a new kitchen remodel. This is a great home improvement that will have lasting benefits.
Author bio:
Keelie Reason blogs at Cavalier Builders Inc. about landscaping services and specifically focuses on kitchen remodel. She is passionate about writing and helping others learn more about landscaping services. When she's not writing, she can be found spending time with her family over dinner.
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