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flmer · 9 months

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★ oh no! it's the baby apocalypse! (2) ┊ wc:

content: talks of baby stuff, crackfic?

pairings: idia & malleus x gn!reader. (seperated)

note! I finally did the part 2! although the last part would be Kalim and Jamil.. This was stuck in my drafts and I just noticed now. part 1

idia.

idia is the type of dad to spoil his child since he doesn't really know what else to do, he isn't used to saying affectionate words but he does make it up by spending time with the child and spoiling them.

I believe that idia has some experience in handling kids because of ortho so he wouldn't technically be completely clueless about fatherhood. (also there's a chance that he watched those family animes)

when he first saw his child, he froze. he froze like an ice statue because he's in shock like wow?? is that really his baby?? (the baby literally has his fire hair.)

he's awestruck because of how adorable the baby looks and not to mention how cute it is... idia promises that he'd do anything to make his child smile

he spends his free time bonding with his child by watching numerous animes and playing games that's child friendly of course, even though the child could barely talk... but it is quite endearing to hear the nonsensical babble of your child and idia nodding along with whatever they just said as id he understands them.

“I probably won't be able to buy that much merch anymore... unless I make my child enjoy gaming and anime >:) ”

malleus.

he would isolate his child without knowing he's isolating his child inside his castle. it was how he was raised but his child won't be completely isolated just protected. malleus wants his child to not have the same childhood like the one he had.

malleus would be king by the time he had a child but that doesn't mean his child would rarely see him, no. malleus grew up without experiencing his mother and father’s presence in his childhood that's why he makes sure his child always sees him. malleus's child would practically be in the throne room playing with toys and malleus's tail and also talking gibberish nonsense with the guards that's stationed in the throne room mostly silver and sebek. the scenario goes like this: malleus on his throne listening to silver and sebek's reports while his eyes sometimes stray to his child and his mouth would twitch and turn upwards- the reason was because his child is now currently munching on silver's long cloak while their hand was occupied with grasping sebek's pants. it was an eandering sight.

the first time he saw his child, he cried. the fearsome dragon fae king was shedding tears like a newborn baby and it was because of the mere sight of his child. when the child first opened their eyes- malleus saw his own striking electric green eyes staring right back at him and that was what made him have a wide smile on his face as his child reaches for his horns with their small closed fists.

lilia sometimes makes sure to visit just so he could spend some time with his precious grandchild, yes, his bangs got burned again by a similar green fire that came out of the mouth of the baby he's holding. malleus saw this happen and his reaction was to chuckle while sebek fretted over lilia's now smoking bangs but lilia only waved him off saying that he's used to it by now, and silver is just standing there with a soft smile on his face.

malleus takes you and his child out every night to walk with him in a forest that malleus used to go to back when he was a child whenever he feels overwhelmed with his feelings. the forest is a beauty with it's thorned vines that seems to wrap around trees, there were also some glowing fairies lingering and lighting the beautiful forest. the forest was the meaning of peace and beauty.

malleus hums a familiar lullaby that he used to sing for you back when you both were still at nrc, his hands caressing you and your child's hair as he wraps his arms around the both of you protectively as if the both of you would disappear out of his arms.

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hanasnx · 23 days

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vertigo flowers.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | fem reader | unestablished relationship | sexual content | premature ejaculation | praise | handjob.

"That's a cool shirt, by the way."

The compliment draws your gaze down to glance at the graphic on your top, cut-up and worn Fist Pump merch. "Thanks." you respond, voice raised over the natural din of the party. The guy who's been talking you up—said his name is MORDECAI—stands awkwardly tall alongside you, long ringed fingers messing with the rim of his red solo cup. There's an obligation to keep the conversation going, and you're not actually interested, but you ask anyway, "Who do you know here?"

His brows peak in question, and when you sigh with a roll of your eyes he's taken aback by how you don't walk away, instead you lean in. Tentatively, he mirrors you, afraid to make the wrong move as you incline towards his ear, and he lends it to you.

"Who do you know here?" you repeat, and your breath washes over the sheen of sweat on his neck, weighing down the black hair at his nape. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he would've audibly swallowed if not for the loud music. Your body heat radiates onto him, he can feel the sensation of your presence inches away from him, and you're hot—not just in the temperature sense. His jeans hurt.

"Uh," He scans the party until he comes across the unmistakable spotlight of his coworker, shirtless and lassoing said shirt above his head. "Muscle Man." he replies, glancing back at you before realizing how close you are still. His eyes widen and he straightens abruptly, smoothing a hand over his dyed blue hair, and a curl forms to your lips. To avert his eyes, he refocuses on the cocky display of his peer in the center of a circle of partygoers. Muscle Man knows how to entertain a crowd. "D'you know him?"

"Yeah, I'd say so." you reply in a way that pushes Mordecai out of his own mind for a second. Muscle Man also has game.

"Why'd you say it like that? Did you date him or something?" he jokes, scoffing at first. As if Rigby were right next to him, he's expecting some form of banter, momentarily slipping his mind he's in the company of a pretty girl. His lips part, snapping his neck in your direction, anticipating your twisted expression of confusion. Instead, it's the first time your countenance melts into an easy smile, hitting him softly on the arm.

"Shut up, I did not." you tell him, and relief washes over him at his stroke of good luck.

His disbelief at that good luck only grows when later on you lead him to some dark corner of the party by his skinny black tie. Somehow, he'd stumbled his way onto charming you, and he thanks whatever god is smiling down at him for sending him a hot girl that's not afraid to make a move.

"I like your voice." you tell him through heated kisses, using the collar of his white button-up to tug him to you. "Keep talking to me." the command in your sweet voice makes his eyes flutter as he draws his snake bites through his teeth, letting you slot yourself between his neck and shoulder to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses down.

"What should I say?" he asks, clutching onto your waist to ground himself as your teeth scrape against his pulse point.

"Anything you want." you goad, your nose grazing his sensitive skin. You suck on him, tonguing the reddening spot in your mouth as he goes limp under your touch, head lulling back.

The panic in his chest to get this right urges him to think of something, but his blank mind betrays him. Kneading your flesh in his hands, he presses you to his crotch incidentally, and a deep moan reverberates from low in his throat at the contact. You hum against him, kissing on the tender area you created by your ministrations and he sucks in a breath. "You're hot. You're so hot, I can't believe you're talking to me." he rambles, and he feels you chuckle on him squished this close together. He uses the wall behind you, easing you against it as his hand treads to your hip, dragging your skirt down an inch. The exposed skin against the heel of his palm sets it on fire, and he hopes you can't feel him sweat. Between the heat of this party and bodies melting together, he's still embarrassed. He occupies that nervous energy doing as he's told. "You're way out of my league, no one's gonna believe me when I tell 'em what I'm doing right now."

His pathetic babblings make you grin, and you overlay your hands on his, directing them for him. The strings of your thong lay high over your hipbones, cresting underneath your Fist Pump top. So you show him, curling those long fingers under the strings and his breath hitches in his throat. Standing on your toes, you roll your abdomen to grind on him, demonstrating what you want. Loud guitars grate your ears as you move against him, and his fist forms around the waistline of your panties as if to ground himself again. He's too excited, hard in his pants which you can feel through your clothes, and it encourages you.

A thump sounds next to you, and you glance up at the source. His forehead is stamped against the space next to your head, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he humps you. Lips near your ear keep talking to you, "Kinda wanna fuck you right now." A thrill shoots through you, but you let him run his mouth. "I don't care it's a party, I don't care if someone sees. Couldn't care less about finding a bathroom, I wanna fuck you right now."

You bite down onto your lower lip, craning your neck to keep yourself afloat above his shoulder. He's so much taller than you, but you're able to reach down, wedging between your impossibly close bodies to fiddle with his jeans. He retract his pelvis, letting you do it, and when you palm him another one of your favorite noises pours right out of him. Hyper-sensitive and completely pliant, he lets you feel him up, massaging him through his plaid boxers. "Oh, my God." he exhales, raising his arm to bang his fist against the wall. You jump from the noise, and your eyes follow the lean muscle of his bicep and the corded veins and tendons of his forearm.

Unconsciously, you squeeze, and he whimpers, rutting into your hand as you cup him. Fucking himself using your hand as he speaks nothing but incoherent grateful praises, mixed with desperate "Just like that"s. He's swollen as he can be, and he doesn't realize it before he's pushed himself over the edge, full body contractions pass through him as his dick twitches in your grip, painting the inside of his boxers with his cum. A string of curses leave his lips, humiliated that he'd do such a thing, but you give him your number for another chance.

#[🃏]#indy: drabbles #ch: human!mordecai #mordecai drabble #mordecai smut #mordecai x reader #mordecai x fem reader #mordecai x you #mordecai x y/n #mordecai imagine #mordecai fic #mordecai fanfic #mordecai fanfiction #regular show mordecai #mordecai regular show #regular show x reader #regular show #mordecai #reader insert

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thefallennightmare · 6 months

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Miracle-five

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: now we're getting somewhere.

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It was just after one in the morning and after the long night of the show, everyone had crawled into bed as soon as we got back to the house. It's been a few hours since then but I stayed outside in the backyard of the house as long as I could, enjoying the quiet night air. The show went off without a hitch; the energy from the crowd was intoxicating. Since the merch booth was located away from the stage, I only watched a few minutes of the guys set.

They left the venue before I did since I took my time tearing down and to help the rest of the crew tear everything down. I wanted to avoid coming back to the house as long as I could because my mind was clouded with too many thoughts. Between my mom, money, and Noah I couldn't think straight.

I ended up wearing Noah's shirt but haven't seen him since he left me in my room earlier today. There was this nagging voice in my mind that begged me to ask him how he knew I still had the shirt. He obviously remembered giving it to me.

The shirt I was still wearing, not bothering to change when I got back to the house. As soon as my feet crossed the threshold, I grabbed a blanket and a random book from the stocked bookshelf and parked my ass outside on a large chair swing. The time at the venue did nothing to clear my mind, so this was my last option. I desperately needed a shower but knowing that Noah was asleep on the couch right outside my room gave me some reserve. It wasn't like he knew I would shower so why did the thought of having him watch me turn me on so much? The way my core tightened made me close by the book with a sigh.

When I watched their set for a few minutes tonight, I got so turned on by Noah seeing and hearing how beautiful he sounded. And those growls? Fuck, who'd be so turned on by someone growling like that?

Me.

I probably would have came by the breeze that's how wound up I was right now.

"I'm so horny like a god damn teenager," I grumbled while standing up from the chair.

I spun on my heels, ready to go inside, but froze when I saw Noah leaning against the sliding door frame, hair tousled from sleep. My breath caught in my throat as I worried if he heard what I said.

"When did you get back?" Noah asked.

Even his sleep riddled voice sounded sexy and he was only wearing a pair of grey sweat shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide the imprint of his cock. The tattoo's that covered every inch of his chest, arms, and neck almost glinted in the moonlight. I forced my gaze to stay locked on his face, not wanting to deter any farther.

I licked my suddenly dry lips and tried to find my own voice. "Not that long ago."

He pushed himself off the doorway so he could stand straight up.

"Why did you stay so late?"

"Some of the other members of the crew needed help tearing down, so I figured I would help," I shrugged.

Noah hummed while taking a small step towards me. "You didn't have to do that."

"I know," I nodded.

Silence fell between us for a few beats, him watching me with such an intense gaze I almost folded right in front of him. His eyes took in every inch of me from my reddened cheeks to the rise and fall of my chest then to the way my thighs clenched together. Noah moved past me to sit on the outdoor couch with his legs spread wide. I bit my lip at the sight, almost forgetting that he was watching me.

"Do you need help with something?" He asked, breaking the silence.

My eyes snapped away from his lap to his eyes. "What?"

Noah reached for my hand and pulled me down to his lap, situating me so my legs were hovering over his thick thigh. The coil in my stomach tightened even tighter while I held my breath at our proximity. We'd been close to each other before but nothing like this; his large hands held tightly on my hips as he leaned his head back against the couch. Brown eyes stared up at me under long lashes and my hands rested on each side of his head to keep myself upright, not wanting to fall into him.

"Relax, angel. I want to help you," he breathed.

I shook my head. "I don't need-."

Noah hushed my words when he forced my hips to move along his thigh, the sensation immediately sending a shock wave throughout my entire existence. My eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan fell from my lips when he shifted his position so his thigh was pressed up against my aching clit. I let my head fall forward onto Noah's bare shoulder, his skin on fire.

"Such a good girl riding my thigh like this," he groaned into my ear.

I should push him away for my own self respect since he's been an asshole to me lately but my body outweighed my morals. It needed this so fucking bad; needed this release.

Just this once.

I couldn't speak, the sensation of how good this felt took away my breath, so I did my best to nod against him. I was so wound up that my orgasm was cresting higher and higher to a crescendo and I rutted harder against Noah.

A noise sounded from inside the house that made my head whirl up and my hips halted. Noah, however, kept his grip on me, not allowing me to stop for more than a few seconds and started moving me against him once more.

"Fuck," I bit out when I saw Folio rummaging around the kitchen for something to drink.

"Who is it?" Noah asked into the crook of my neck.

"Folio."

His grip on me turned bruising, and I seethed in pleasure. I knew Noah was jealous about my friendship with Folio but that's all it was. Folio and I didn't think of each other that way, not when Noah was the only one I thought about.

"Did you want him here instead?" Noah bit down onto the skin between my shoulder and neck.

I cried out in pleasure, quiet enough that only the two of us could hear.

"No," I panted out, my orgasm so fucking close to plowing through me.

The white haze brushed along my vision as I shook in Noah's embrace, his strong arms now wrapping around me to bring himself closer to me. The heat that radiated off of his bare chest was enough to make my breath hitch as the coil snapped deep in my belly, orgasm finally releasing in such a way that I collapsed deeper into him.

I came hard on his thigh, his name falling from my lips in a quiet whine. Noah brushed away the strands of hair from my face as he forced me to look into his eyes; pupils dark with his own desire. I could feel the press of his hard cock against my thigh.

"Is he still there?"

Through fogged vision, I peered past his shoulder to the house and noticed that the kitchen was empty so I shook my head.

Noah didn't say anything as he hand brushed against the skin of my stomach underneath my shirt; his shirt. I shivered under his rough palm, wanting more but knowing I should push him away.

"You should get some sleep, angel."

Before I knew what happened, Noah had lifted me off of him and set me to my feet. When he rose to his, he went to walk past me but I grasped his hand to stop him.

"What just happened," I nodded towards the couch. "Was a onetime thing. Understand?"

Noah let out a low noise from his throat before running a hand through his hair. With a quick cast downward, I noticed how effected he was by what happened. His cock was hard as it pressed against his shorts, almost begging for its own release. But I didn't let the mouthwatering sight change my mind.

"I mean it," I stuttered out.

Noah's fingers brushed over the tattoo that I had on the inside of my arm. It was a simple design of a Cosmo flower; the birth flower for October. I got it earlier this year for my mom, since both of our birthdays were in October.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

With that, Noah left me standing in a heap of my arousal soaking my panties.

NOAH

Fuck.

I didn't expect that to happen. I had no intention of making Y/N ride my thigh when I saw her outside. I only wanted to check in to see why she came back to the house so late. But hearing that she was horny made my dick twitch. It's something that always happened around her, I couldn't stop it.

I didn't want too.

Ever since the first day she came to work for Bad Omens, my cock throbbed with need. She crept her way into my everyday thoughts even though I tried to stop it. I told myself that I would never get involved with someone that worked for us because if it ended sour, it would make things awkward for everyone. But there was something different about Y/N that made me throw that rule right out the window. The way her eyes sparkled as she watched us on stage, or the way her infectious laugh made my heart flutter in my chest. It was that typical romantic bullshit you read about in books but it was true.

Y/N had her claws dug deep into my heart and I wanted her; in so many ways.

But ever since that night in Chicago, I had a thick wall around my heart.

She had gotten drunk, which was fine. That didn't bother me but the reason she did bothered me still to this day. Some asshole was flirting with her all night who ended up being married. When the wife found out, she said some hurtful things to Y/N which dulled the light that I became infatuated with. As I walked out of the venue that night, I saw that asshole trying to get her into his car. I didn't stop to think; I acted instantly and rushed over to them to remove her from his arms. She didn't even protest, only mumbled drunken words under her breath as she snaked herself against me.

He fumed saying that they had plans to hang out after the show. Furry filled me she would stoop so low to hook up with a married guy when there was someone willing to give her everything right in front of her. Not only that, but this piece of shit was going to take advantage of her in her drunk state.

But of course, I was too stubborn to tell her how I felt. I also never told her about me knowing that she had plans with that guy so instead, I became an asshole to her hoping it would stop my feelings for it. Except, it made it worse because when I tried not to want her it made me want her more.

The fire behind her whenever she stood toe to toe with me made something ignite inside of me and I wanted it more and more.

My eyes darted over to her small form as she came upstairs, our gaze locked for a few beats before she slipped inside her room letting the door shut behind her. My cock ached in my short, begging for its own release and I groaned while palming myself hoping it eased the pain. I couldn't take care of myself out here in case someone walked out of their rooms.

At that thought, I remember Folio walking into the kitchen when Y/N was riding my thigh and for a moment, jealousy raged through me. I knew nothing was going on between them, Folio told me they were friends but it did nothing to ease the ache in my chest. It was bad enough her and Davis were close, now her and Folio. I wanted to be that with her, someone she can confide in.

I heard her phone conversation earlier and knew something was going on her with mom but was unsure what. When I brought it up to Folio and Davis, neither of them knew.

"Whatever it is, let her be the one to tell you." Folio had said.

My eyes glanced over to the closed door of her room as I wondered what she was doing right now. Was she sleeping? Browsing on her phone? Laying in bed?

The thought of her laying there naked did nothing to help the deep ache in my balls and I snatched my phone before trekking over to the bathroom downstairs. With the door locked, I pulled up the Only Fans website and browsed through the collections of profiles. I had a fake account, not being stupid enough to use my real name, and my finger hovered over one specific profile. It was a new one, only being created within the last week, and deciding for something new I clicked on it. My dick throbbed at the profile picture of a girl kneeling on a bed, arm covering her bare chest. She was wearing a pair of deep red lace panties and you couldn't see her face. But what I did see on the inside of her left arm gave me pause.

A tattoo of a Cosmo flower; the same design Y/N had in the exact spot.

"No fucking way," I said.

She created an Only Fan's page, just a few days ago. For what?

Obviously, it was none of my business but that still didn't stop me from subscribing to her page. This was wrong, it had to be. I was about to watch her videos and cum to it.

It can't be so bad considering what happened outside.

With that thought, I clicked on the video of Y/N laying spread open, a light blue vibrator pressed to her clit, and let her moans fill the small bathroom as I pulled my dripping cock out from my shorts.

READER

The laughter carried all the way from outside to up to me as I descended the stairs, donning my bathing suit and towel draped over my shoulder. It was well into the early afternoon and knowing I couldn't sleep anymore cause Matt wanted to do this team bonding bullshit; I forced myself out of bed.

Noah and you did plenty of team bonding last night.

My cheeks reddened at the reminder of what we did as I stepped through the doors, the warm afternoon air sticky with humidity. The guys were either in the pool or at the grill making lunch.

"There she is!" Davis raised a beer at me. "We were taking bets on how long you'd sleep for."

I gave him the finger while tossing my towel on the spot where I came on Noah's thigh last night. Knowing what we did last night while the others didn't made my heart thump loudly in my chest.

"I didn't back till late and since it's my day off, I slept in," I said.

My eyes dared a glance over to the pool where Noah and Jolly were leaning against the wall. Noah wore a pair of black sunglasses as he peered over his shoulder to me. Now in the sunlight, I saw some dark stubble graze his chin and upper lip. As I took him in, Noah did the same; drinking in the sight of me in my black bikini. He gave me a knowing smirk before returning to his conversation with Jolly.

Folio brought me a plate of food and motioned for us to sit at the table. I followed and took the plate from him with gratitude until I remembered he was in the kitchen last night and could have seen what Noah and I were doing. But Folio gave nothing away if he knew so I breathed easier.

"Noah mentioned you hung back late last night," Folio said after taking a sip of his beer.

"Is that all he told you?" I wondered while moving my food around with the fork.

"Just that he saw you get in after one in the morning and go to bed."

I nodded. "Yep, that's it."

He raised a quizzical brow at me. "Did something else happen?"

"Nope," I said popping the 'p' loudly.

Folio hummed then we talked for the next while. The ease and flow of our conversation made me forget all the bad in my life for the moment and for the first time in a long time, I let myself relax. I enjoyed the afternoon, smiling and laughing with everyone.

A large shadow blocked the sun from my vision and when I looked up, I saw Noah towering over me. Water dripped from his hair down to the tattoo's on his chest

"Need something?" I asked.

Without a word, Noah lifted me from the chair and tossed me over his shoulder. I fought against his grasp when he began walking towards teh pool.

"Noah, no! I don't want to get wet," I protested while thrashing against him.

A large hand came down on my ass, the smack echoing outside, and immediately I froze as a moan bit out of my lips.

"We both know you love getting wet, angel."

Those were Noah's parting words before he tossed me off of his shoulder directly into the pool.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian reader insert #noah sebastian smut #forced proximity #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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froggibus · 1 year

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hello! i love your ow content! may i ask for some lucio beach day fluff? im in desperate need for some frog boi 😤

Beach Day Headcanons (ft. Lucio, Baptiste, Cassidy, Genji & Hanzo)

Genre: fluff!

Summary: how these Overwatch boys would be at the beach

CW: mentions of burning, mentions of cancer (Baps), lots of dorky jokes, alcohol

ahh ty!! that is so sweet! i decided to turn this one into HCS cause i thought it fit better! but i am open to writing a full fic about it too tbh...also kinda wanna do a pt 2 with like Kiriko, Ashe, JQ, Mercy etc so if we want that LMK! enjoy <3

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Lucio

he is so excited to go to the beach

this man LOVES to swim and play beach volleyball and you can’t change my mind

you end up being the driver while he plays his ‘perfect beach’ playlist

you don’t mind because the way he hums and taps his hands on the dash is adorable

definitely packs a speaker and blasts music all day

1000% wears his own merch and probably has cute little green board shorts he wears

sets up an umbrella for you to lay under and put all your drinks

he’s in the ocean more than he is on land��

probably brought some pool floaties or something to play with in the water

if you don’t get in he will totally throw you into the water

and starts an all out water war

if you don’t like the water though he respects that

buys ice cream for the two of you

and spends twenty minutes trialling every flavour first

doesn’t wear sunscreen himself but will apply it to you as often as he can

“I don’t want you to burn! My healing only does so much”

if you’re tired at the end of the day he’ll drive you home so you can sleep in the car

and if you get burnt he’ll apply some aloe vera extra gently for you

Baptiste

honestly a bit of a miracle in itself that you could drag him away from his work

but once you actually get to the beach he’s super excited

definitely brings a book or something to read while you’re there

also has a cooler with lots of snacks and drinks, and at least five water bottles

shows up in khakis and a Hawaiian shirt but has cute patterned swim shorts underneath

probably with like little palm trees or something

doesn’t play in the water too much and mostly goes in to cool off

splashes you at every chance he gets though

is an absolute sucker for those fruit drinks that they serve in the fruit

probably has one in his hand constantly even when its literally not possible

“you’re swimming how did you even get that”

“a pirate never reveals his secrets”

???

will let you wear his hawaiian shirt as a cover up

it looks super cute on you anyway

is super careful to make sure you both reapply sunscreen

“but we put some on two hours ago.”

“skin cancer doesn’t care.”

overbearing but you love him

Cassidy

LIFEGUARD CASS RIGHTS!!!

real shit though this man would not be a lifeguard

he would just want to relax and have some drinks and some fun with his S/O and friends

totally unprepared

like he just brings his board shorts and a t-shirt with a towel and maybe his wallet

relies on everyone else for everything

drinks ALL your water

not really a swimmer and more of a sit on a pool float and have drinks person

speaking of pool floats he definitely has a super dorky looking horse themed one that he brings everywhere

named it after Reyes too

if you don’t go into the water he will make you go into the water

be prepared to be thrown in against your will

its okay though because all you need to do is pretend you’re drowning/can’t swim

and he’ll come running tail between his legs

forgets to wear sunscreen and BURNS

and then complains that he got burnt for the next week

asks you to rub aloe vera on him

and who are you to deny?

Genji

he used to love the beach

he is no longer a big fan

even though his cybernetics are advanced enough to survive getting wet, the salt water SUCKS

and the sand?? it gets stuck in his joints

if he does agree to go to the beach he is definitely not playing any beach sports or swimming

but he DOES bring squirt guns to annoy you with

he pulls them out of literally nowhere to douse you in water

it doesn’t matter if you take it away, he’ll just pull out another one

if you try to retaliate, its all: “babe no the salt water is bad for my armour”

“im literally shooting your actual skin”

he is a BLESSING to have when its really hot though

cause he can control his body temperature, he is like a portable air conditioner

you just lay on him whenever you get too hot

he accepts it because he just wants to be close to you

Hanzo

makes a bunch of food and drinks for the beach

including lots of tea sandwiches and juice boxes

brings it all in this ginormous cooler that he can barely see over

also brings himself a book to read

he’s not very interested in going in the water but he’ll play beach games with you

or just lay on the towel and read

but if he’s reading you’re more than welcome to lay on him

make sure he applies sunscreen!!

he has delicate skin and burns easily and WILL be grumpy if he gets burnt

he’ll go in the water if you ask him nicely

but don’t splash him or else

when you’re swimming he would definitely let you wrap your arms around his shoulders while he swims around and just tow you

he is probably a god at beach volleyball tbh

and shuffleboard but we don’t talk about that

makes sure you stay hydrated the whole time and is constantly pushing you to try the food he made

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l0serloki · 1 year

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You and I

Peter Maximoff x Reader

CW : GN!Reader, kissy kissy moment & Peter teasing, nothing more

A/N : is there still xmen fans? probably not but I will singlehandedly write for Peter till I die. I originally had this posted and tumblr hates me.. D:

Masterlist

Peter was driving you mad. More than usual, that is. It had been a while since the two of you had become friends and it was building up to be something.. more.

“Y/N! I got you a drink!” Peter moved over your shoulder, settling said drink into your hand. The breezes of him running in didn’t scare you anymore, getting used to the sudden intrusions - and secretly enjoying them. You hummed as the boy settled next to you. His legs bounced in sync with how your pounding heart felt.

“Thanks, Pete.” You graced him with a smile, meeting his chestnut hues for a few seconds. You swore he grew more and more handsome every time you looked at him.

“Yeah, anytime. Whatcha workin on?”

Your hands skimmed through the work, noticing a missing page.

“Well, I was working on homework. I assume you already know that though.. Considering our science pages are missing.”

The only response you got was a short laugh and slap on the knee. Your eyes wandered to Peter’s formidable hands. You were violently aware of the small touches that he would leave across your flesh. He had to have been doing it on purpose - there was no other reason for the close contact.

You shook your head, diverting any dirty thoughts away as you continued to work on the paper. It had only been about two minutes before Peter sighed and jumped up.

“Y/N, we gotta do something. I’m gonna rot if we spend more time just staring at the wall.”

You had to agree that the silence and tension would eventually kill you both. You dropped your pencil on the table and looked over at the man.

“What do you suggest we do then, Pete?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Wait - You want to stop working? That was easier than I thought. Maybe we could.. Go listen to music? I got some new records.”

You stretched your tense limbs waving for Peter to lead the way. The two of you dodged the younger kids on the trek to get to his room. You had never been inside his room and were nervous. What if he was a mess like Scott or a clean freak like Jean? You were only mere moments from finding out..

—

“Come on in, Y/N.”

You eyed the postered walls and shelves of merch. The room smelled faintly of candy and laundry detergent. You couldn’t exactly place the feeling but it just fit Peter precisely. His warm eyes creased as he smiled.

“It’s nothing special but I tried to add my own spin.” He pulled a record out of the shelf, opening the player.

“No - it’s perfect. It suits you.” You sat down against the messy bed and closed your eyes. His scent enveloped and soothed you from the stresses of the day. Music drifted as the bed dipped and Peter sat dangerously close. You could recognize the song from the first few lyrics, the romantic notion making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You and I by Queen?” You questioned and felt his breath puff against your ear. You were suddenly aware of every flaw and shake you made as he hummed.

“Yeah. I’m surprised you know it! You like this kinda music?”

You turned to peek at his face, noses brushing together. It felt as if you were going to die if he didn’t kiss you in that moment. This had to be the final string that broke the tension between the two of you. He seemed content on staring at you which annoyed you even more. You had to say something to push him.

“Yes, I like the music. Reminds me of a guy I like.” Your eyes darted away from him, hands jittering with embarrassment.

Peter’s hand rubbed against your cheek, bringing your eyes back to him. You saw the rose tint that dusted his cheeks and cracked a smile. Maybe it wasn’t so embarrassing if you got to see him like this.

“What kinda guy is he? Any cool powers?” Peter couldn’t stop himself from laughing at his own sentence, awaiting your response. You acted as if you were deep in thought and left him to sit in silence for a moment. That would teach him for the teasing he has put you through for days on end.

“He’s cool but doesn’t know when to take hints. For having super speed he’s pretty slow..” You trailed off and he gasped.

“SLOW!? I’ll have you know he sounds like a very lovely gentleman.”

“If he was, he would kiss me already.”

Peter finally broke the wall between you two, warm lips meeting yours in an embrace. His tongue grazed your mouth as your palm traced against his firm chest. You gave him entrance and the kiss got more passionate with every growing second.

Peter’s hair tickled your face as he separated from you. He pulled you flush against him, head resting against his rapid heart.

“That was awesome. We should do that again.”

“As long as I’m yours you can do that as much as you like.”

“I thought that much was obvious. You’re stuck with me now.”

You snorted as your hands gripped at the cloth of his shirt.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Pete.”

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abiiors · 7 months

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by the fireplace 🍷 // ross macdonald x reader

promptober '23 - day 6

a/n: it won't be an abiiors fic without a cosy bookstore somewhere in there cw: alcohol consumption (wine) wc: 800

“fifty quid, ross,” her finger hovers up in the air, pointing threateningly at her boyfriend who looks mildly amused at the whole thing. “fifty quid and no more, okay? it’s your responsibility.”

“what!?” ross throws his hands up in the air, exasperation thick in his voice, “how is it my responsibility? what am i supposed to do—say no to you?”

he’s cheeky, she likes that about him, but he also gets on her last nerve sometimes. like right now, for example. they are in this huge, old bookshop they found in the city on one of their walks. it’s beautiful and cosy, decked with autumn decorations; of course, she couldn’t resist dragging him inside and for all his grumbling, he is simply happy to watch her get excited over all the shiny new hardcovers, the worn secondhand paperback, the bookish merch and whatever else that might catch her eye.

she rolls her eyes and gives him a hard stare. “absolutely not the time to be cute here, ross. focus! i’m serious!”

ross clears his throat, still looking very much like he wants to laugh, and nods his head. “right, fifty quid. even a penny more and i’ll drag you out of here kicking and screaming. happy?”

“and you better stick to it…” she threatens again, this time in a much weaker voice.

her resolve is weakening. in his heart, he knows how this is going to go. like a greedy kid, she will grab a whole stack of books handing them to him absentmindedly while she runs for the next section (he’s already holding one book—and oh, there, she’s handed him another one). then she will turn to him and pout and mumble something about making it sixty quid instead of fifty.

she moves from shelf to shelf, picking up books, reading blurbs, and getting lost in the pages. he follows her, dutifully carrying the growing stack of books in his arms. by the time they reach the till, it’s almost too heavy to carry.

it’s not really a surprise to either of them when the total comes up to £55. ross turns to her and quirks an eyebrow.

“so who’s getting the axe?”

her face falls, mouth curving into a pout that he’s seen on her so often and ross almost caves. it’s not like 5 quid would make a huge difference…

but she sighs, coming to the conclusion on her own. “i guess this one can go.”

quickly, he glances at the book, a small collection of essays that she picked out fom the second or third section. quickly, he makes a note of the title.

the house is chilly when they get home. that’s how unpredictable october is, cosy and warm in the afternoon, but freezing by night. and ross knows her all too well… he knows that she’s going to make a beeline to the fireplace.

as if on cue, she shivers, rubbing her hands over her arms. “i’m lighting the fire,” she announces, then turns to him. “there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge if you feel like it?”

“mm-hmm, i’ll go get it!”

a wine and a cuddle in front of the fire does sound absolutely delightful. besides, he’s missed the intimacy. so he grabs the bottle from the fridge and two glasses and makes his way back to the now-cosy living room.

she’s bathed in the warm glow of the fire, just setting up some blankets on the settee for them to use. ross pours them both a glass and settles onto the sofa to watch her excitedly dig a book from her new purchases. her face is a mask of pure concentration—comparing and contrasting each blurb, each cover review with a hawk's eye before she settles on a cover that’s bright yellow. then she walks up to ross who opens his arms happily.

“had fun today?” he asks when she snuggles into him, opening her book to page one. ross knows once she gets into it, he will be inviting death by talking to her repeatedly. for now though, she seems content, sipping on her wine and letting him nuzzle his face into her neck.

“loads,” she hums happily. “did you?”

“mm-hmm. still thinking about that book you left behind though, aren’t you?”

at that she scrunches her nose. guilty as charged. the light of the fire dances on her skin, golden and incandescent and he almost wonders if it’s possible to fall in love with someone all over again every single day.

“don’t worry about it,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “i already placed an order for it.”

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 8 months

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Do you think you could do headcanons for the Papas and a reader who has their own band?

Aaaaa this gave me memories of when I used to write band fics 10 years ago and I felt such a wonderful sense of nostalgia bc of it so tysm for this request!!!

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

Primo loves that you also have a band!!

Even though he's retired now, he likes to have little writing sessions with you where you both write song lyrics

He attends as many shows as he can

Unfortunately with his age and his body being a little more frail than he'd like he can't attend every single show

Sometimes he'll sit in on your band's practice sessions and will simply watch and listen

He doesn't give any opinions or feedback unless you ask him to as he doesn't want to overstep

If you ever dedicate a song to him during a performance, get ready for a very emotional Primo afterwards

He buys all your albums, both on CD and vinyl, as well as t-shirts and merch for the siblings at the abbey so that they can support you too

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

There's a little bit of playful rivalry between the two of you

This was especially prevalent when he was Papa

It was never a serious rivalry. It was a silly but fun one that pushed the two of you to be the best you could be

Now that he's no longer Papa, Secondo will frequently attend your shows

Absolutely will pay extra to buy VIP tickets so that he can meet you backstage rather than using his influence to get what he wants

Wants to feature on one of your songs but he also doesn't want you to feel like he's trying to insert himself in your professional life

Anyone who tries to say that your band is only successful because of your association with Ghost will live to regret those words

Incredibly proud of you and everything you do. He's even got a few framed posters of your band in his room (though he'll never admit that to anyone other than you)

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

Probably met you and your band at an awards ceremony

Definitely became one of your biggest fans after he looked up your music and videos of your performances and live shows

Frequently wears your brand's merch around the abbey when he doesn't have to be dressed all smart and formal

Offers for Special to go on the road with you to act as like a spokesperson for your band like he was for Ghost before Terzo got removed from his position as Papa

You should probably expect to find him waiting for you in your hotel room after shows he attends because he always wants to congratulate you in person as himself, not with the makeup and the costumes and the persona he puts on for everyone else

Now that he's no longer Papa, he has more time to attend any awards shows with you or events you get invited to e.g. movie premieres

And let me tell you, the cameras and the paparazzi eat the two of you up every time you attend an event together

However, Terzo makes it very clear to anyone and everyone who'll listen that your success and fame is all because of the hard work you and your band put in and nothing to do with him or Ghost

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

You know how we're all simps for Copia and would die for him? (Work with me here if you don't feel this way)

Well that's Copia with you and your band

He doesn't write fics or make fan art because honestly he doesn't have the confidence in himself or his skills to do it

But he loves to see all the fan art that people post online of your band

Will send you links to some of his favourites because as Papa he knows how much that can boost your confidence and reassure you that your fans love you, no matter what pissy little haters hiding behind their keyboards may say

Will hum or quietly sing your band's songs while he works, even if you're in the room with him

Puts you in touch with the costume designers and stylists for the band any time your band has photoshoots or big events

Like Terzo, he will attend events with you but he prefers to let you have the spotlight. He already gets so much attention as Papa, he wants you to have your moment to shine and bask in your achievements

𝐍𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥

I'll be honest, he gets a little jealous at first

Things didn't work out when he was the frontman of Ghost so of course he becomes envious of you and your band's success

This manifests itself a little as him being kinda snarky at first

But after a while the jealousy stops and he turns his shit around to become more supportive of you

Now he's a big supporter!!

Admires how your band have been able to be so successful where he failed in his youth

Doesn't attend shows due to his age, but he will meet you backstage at the ones closest to him to wish you luck and congratulate you before and after shows

Has vinyls of your albums in his office to listen to when he's alone

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untilthenextencore · 9 months

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Nights To Remember Pt. 1: Of Gods & Goddesses & Magick & Memories~...

Backstory: Summer 1973~. Jimmy & Dahlia had gotten married in the past year~. Some of the more territorial newer wannabe groupies are having a hard time coping with not just her continual presence on tour, but now Dahlia's new status as THE Mrs. Page~. Her & Robert's displaying their close friendship doesn't help~.

Their subsequent finding a friendly way to deal with their boredom amongst the goings on that the hangers on & wannabe groupies live for by escaping certainly doesn't help~.

Robert offers the escape~. He's always been a little in awe of Pagey's choice of girl both in general in the early days, but also in the form of his chosen one, Dahlia~. She is so familiar yet foreign to him it makes his head spin~. So worldly, yet down to earth~. A mix of city yet downhome that he might've chosen for himself if he had the chance~. But as far as he's known her she's been Pagey's~. Solidly, decidedly, faithfully Pagey's~.

Suffice to say, even in his happiest moments in the friendship he's conflicted~. Even though they're not cheating or going behind Pagey's back~.

But when he finds himself even moreso conflicted about the cloak & dagger aspect of their innocent little excursion, that he himself offered initially, he then finds the idea of Pagey finding out also somehow doesn't appeal to him~.

Ho hum. Another day. Another dollar. Another concert. Another party. Another night to remember. Until they forget it all in the morning. Or lose track of which night in the sea of "nights to remember" held the goings on their shattered minds remembered only fractures of at tour's end. Glittered & goggle eyed groupies frantically flipped over themselves to catch the eye of anyone who was anyone in King Robert's court. Or so it seemed.

True. Robert was holding court like he was king. One of four at least. But being in the middle of yet another tour - an American one at that - only meant one thing. Like the others he was left without a queen. Only one of their roundtable could however not lay claim to such a misfortune. The luckiest one among them. The wizard in his stars & moon suit himself. James Patrick Page.

No. Because as ever Jimmy had brought along his lady. Lady Dahlia-Maria Dominguez Page. The Lady who was a natural creative herself it seemed. She & her camera, while remaining discreet & unobtrusive, furnished some of the most intimate portraits of the band allowed. A few Peter even sold at the merch table, netting her a tidy sum of her own aside from being married to he of the led wallet and house of Tower.

Though she only released a few here and there. She too liked to maintain her own brand of privacy. Despite the wingding that was their wedding in Hampton Court Palace - of all bleeding places - in the past year, she really preferred a smaller do generally. Friends & family & neighborhood kin & no more. As was borne out by the smaller dos held in Mexico at her family's small yet palatial feeling compound in Jalisco that was something of an early childhood home for her & Pagey's place in England for family that could not swing airfare for a trip to the palace.

Which begged the question.

What the hell was she doin here?!

Not that he begrudged her presence itself. Not at all. Robert & Dahlia always seemed to get on rather well. Down home types lost in the Wonderland that was the entertainment business. Though even with her downhome partial Mexican upbringing Dahlia was decidedly still more of a city girl to this country boy.

Being an LA local, Dahlia knew it like the back of her prettily manicured hand. A hand she also often used in keeping much of the frivolity at arm's length. Even when in the middle of it all. She seemingly always sat apart. That was what Robert didn't understand about her presence in such madness.

Clearly the groupies agreed. Equally manicured hands being verily filed into a point, eager to tear at a tawny-skinned throat as their owner's gripped. "What is SHE doing here?!" Calling her everything but a child of God or what her father's own book termed their culture, "Children of the Sun".

No matter.

She seemingly stayed unaffected.

Toying with her engagement & wedding rings just so. Arranging the gold bangle bracelets or matching pendant. Her only flashes of vanity or pride being her only answer. Letting both that & her presence along with the 5000 other ways she was the "chosen one" of the Mr. James Patrick Page do the talking for her. Knowing her, if she were feeling cheeky she might whip out her instant camera & take a pic of the offending party, leaving some hanger on to deliver it & with it the picture proof / photo evidence of their bitterness as she & her beloved husband tangled fingers & held hands. They can have a pic. She had the real thing.

Guinevere was not giving up her throne.

Unbothered by the petty strife clawing at the door, begging to enter her beloved Camelot.

Rather, she looked bored, really.

Jimmy had disappeared with Bonzo. Off to take a powder likely. She had been chatting with Jonesy about books & things to get his girls & Mo back home, but now he too was off somewhere. Hangers on knew better than to try to ingratiate themselves with her. She had iced them out before. Now they well knew. There was no way in to the Page / Zeppelin inner sanctum with her.

As further proof, both of her seeming boredom & inaccessibility by groupie or hanger on, Robert saw her pull a small book out of her purse. That was Dahlia. Forever a bookworm. Sodom & Gomorrah at her feet. Head in the clouds. Nose in a book.

Before he knew it, Robert felt himself propelled towards her, stumbling a few times when a glittered & bejeweled fan flung & slung herself over him. Extricating himself deftly every time he uttered a soft, "Not this time, darlin'." "Maybe another night, doll." Or even "What will me missus, think?" Laughing his way out of harm's way as he bid them good night & left them to join the party. He caught more curses & sotto-voce snipes when they saw in what direction he was heading. But no matter. His course was set. Off he traveled to the "land of the people of the sun".

It was then that he allowed his six foot sun-people seeking self to cast a shadow over her in the midst of her reading. This had the intended effect of having the dim light she had been reading under all but disappear as he blocked it out. She whirled around to regard him with sharp eyes that were cut to him in momentary disgust. Her lips pursed as a similarly sharp tongue went about finding the right barb to fling before suddenly dropping its weapon. Her eyes widened before her gaze then softened in mirth as she lifted her arm in modified Roman salute, hand tilted upwards slightly. "Hail, Apollo. What brings the Sun God to these darkened shores?"

Sun God? He quite liked the sound of that. So he decided to play along, wracking his brain for his schoolboy Mythology.

"Hail, Aphrodite. I come in peace." He said, mimicking her salute with the hand that was not holding his beloved ale. "Or should it be Persephone, luv? By the way... Where is our beloved Hades?" Robert craved his neck around, looking for the dark-haired lord of the underworld that always seemed to be lurking around every corner when she was involved. "My stars." He gasped, putting a hand to his bared chest for affect. "I see no star suited one for miles. How is that possible?"

"I think he's off with your fellow northern friend right now. The one who plays either Dionysus or Ares if the bacchanalia goes too far." Dahlia quipped, her lips quirking into a wry grin as she pointed to Jonesy at the bar. "Hermes just left himself as well."

"Foolish ones they are." He tsked, shaking his head. "Leaving one so fair alone in the midst of such bacchanalia indeed."

Looking down he saw that where the glittered ones would have blushed or fluttered their eyelashes & twirled a curl of hair into a coil in flirtation, that was decidedly not Dahlia's - nor Aphrodite or Persephone's - way. Instead, she stayed looking up at him with the same wry grin & mirthful if still piercing stare along with a soft incredulous shake of the head. Her lips said nothing. But those eyes? Those eyes said EVERYTHING.

Clearing his throat & lubricating himself & his suddenly dry mouth with more ale, he jutted his chin at her book. "Whatcha readin' there, luv?"

"A mini collection of Harlem Renaissance poetry. Some classics. The usual." She marked her page & closed it to show him the cover art. Brown bodies arced & curved in exultation.

"Classics indeed. Your usual. A nice addition to your other usual Agatha Christies." He grinned. "What for?"

"Just because." She shrugged as she pocketed the book. "And because I figure if I'm to live in the aftermath of the Swinging Sixties... The Roaring Seventies some have termed... I better brush up on how the times used to Roar back in the day. Better brush up on my Cotton Club classic bacchanalia... Although..." She cast a suddenly weary look across all the goings on around them. Glittering, giggling, sharpened nails & tongues of hardened decidedly un flowerchild GTO like groupies & grubby fingered, coke jittery, tipsy-drunk, outstretched-handed hangers on included & heated a sigh. "Forgive me for saying but this pales in comparison to my childhood dreams of the Cotton Club."

"Indeed." He nodded with another sip of his ale. So she saw what he did that night. What he felt. She felt it too.

"I mean, not to be ungrateful or anything. Knowing how you like it & all. "Prince of Peace" that you are." There was that quirk of her lips again as she drawled the last part out.

Try as he might not to, he winced at the memory of those words leaving his lips unironically. Ah, so she had heard that story too. Of course she had. Was nothing a secret in this God forsaken place?!

His momentary embarrassment was compounded at the same time he was delightfully distracted by the sound of her sweet giggle. "I know how much fun you have typically. And I get how you dig the scene generally speaking. It just doesn't... It doesn't... It doesn't really do it for me... Not much... I mean all these people... They'd probably not spit on me if I were on fire if I wasn't with you guys. If I wasn't Mrs. Page. Hell, half of them would likely be the ones holding the match. Some of them still would now!" She cut her eyes in half dismissal half bemusement at the nail-filing bile-spitting groupies.

Naturally, she saw that too. Nothing escapes a goddess's eyes. A queen misses nothing.

"To clink glasses & break bread with them feels so false & disingenuous. Knowing all that, I mean. That's another reason I have this book." She tapped the book with a finger before closing her purse around it. "That way, I don't have to."

"Suffice to say, grateful though I am to be invited to these things, considering some of the company that find their way in... This ain't exactly my kinda party, Planty." She took her champagne glass from the table, clinking it with his bottle. "Cheers." Before downing the swallow or two that remained.

A moment passed in silent agreement. Robert having nodded at everything she said. The falsehoods of their lifestyle that were apparently hitting him hard that night, she had always seen. Hence her keeping it all at arm's length. Alice falling down a rabbit hole but landing on her own two feet. Dorothy traveling through Oz in a bubble of her own design. Pagey or not, his girl had her own magick. This he had always known. So had Pagey, he surmised, as evident by the rock on her finger as much as anything else.

"What is your type of party, luv? Missing Hampton Court?" He teased, though he knew her well enough to know better.

"No indeed." She laughed, nodding as he refilled her glass. "Thank you, kind sir." Then after a sip, she continued. "Even I know that night was a one in a million. A once in a lifetime event. Though that indeed was a night to remember as you well know."

There went that phrase again. At least this time it was worth it. That night truly was one to remember for all involved. Mariachis and Led Zeppelin acoustic jam at Hampton Court. Would wonders never cease? That had to be a first for all involved!

"But, c'mon blondie!" She nudged him, shaking him out of his reverie.

A reverie of her in her wedding whites with glittering mantilla veil coming down the aisle towards at the altar, seated next to Pagey, dancing with Pagey... And the dances he was able to share with her himself. Cor, was she a vision then. A lovelier bride he had hardly ever known.

Shaking out a wince at the thought of even thinking thar when he had his own missus at home... One who had a decidedly less ritzy do when her own turn came years earlier... He again silenced these demons with another swig of ale & turned his eyes back to the dusky goddess queen vision at hand.

"You know what it is. What my kind of party is. You know it about as well as Jimmy. Think about it."

"Jalisco?" Robert asked.

"Well, yeah." She nodded. "Yes, of course. But what about stateside? You remember. Though it's been awhile."

Robert instantly got hit with another blast from the past and he rattled off the vignettes as they came flashing back to him. "East LA. Whittier Boulevard. The Chuco." A quaint little chill hangout spot for local Chicano youth that played a mix of oldies, early rock'n'roll, Chicano groups, Latin jazz & Mexican or Latin music of all kinds.

Dahlia snapped her fingers & pointed at him. "Bingo. That's it. That's it exactly, Robert. That's my kind of party. All of it."

"Why don't we go back tonight then?" Robert offered with yet another swig from his bottle.

Dahlia paused mid thought. Mid answer. Her mouth falling open in a silent gasp & lack of immediate response. Try as she might, she couldn't really think of a reason not to. Maybe it was selfish of her, but she also really wanted to. Really wanted to. But still, she had to ask.

"Right now?" She whispered conspiratorially.

"Why not?" He shrugged. "S'gotta be better than this lot, yeah?"

Dahlia gave a quick look around & then went back to regarding Robert with a bemused smirk. "Don't you think they might miss you, your highness? I mean, how could they not miss their beloved Prince of Peace?"

He winced again at the little rib. (Dahlia was one of the rare very few whose barbs both landed & made him laugh.) But he did his best to play it off with a laugh & a wry grin of his own as he mused. "We'll be back."

Dahlia cast her eyes back over the bacchanalia, mulling things over. Another moment passed before she shot to her feet, tossing a soft voiced request over her shoulder. "Wait right here."

She then left the table & crossed over the room to Peter sitting at the bar with his ever present cigar, tapping him on the shoulder. She whispered something in his ear which had the cigar chomping bear of a man nearly dropping his cigar in shock as his jaw nearly slackened. He muttered something back, motioning to the goings on to which she shook her head, explaining further. She motioned across the room, lifting her hands in a quizzical shrug before pointing to the door, which was guarded shut. Then folding her hands together, she evidently pleads her case. And surprise surprise, wizened, hard negotiator Peter folds. He relents.

Peter motions to Magnet - of all people - pointing to her & motioning to a back entrance & hence exit. Dahlia squealed, leaping into Peter's arms & giving him a grateful squeeze. Peter grinned, hugging her back & patting her on the back with a meaty hand, making sure to keep his lit cigar away from her & keeping her safe from the ashes.

Upon breaking the hug, Dahlia turned to motion to Robert himself & tell Peter something else that nearly made him drop his cigar again. Peter's eyes widened & then narrowed. Clearly telling Peter that Robert too would be making his exit & taking his leave just then.

Peter's gaze sharpened... Not with malice... But with knowledge... He knew Robert... His types... His wonts... Or wants...

Robert knew this well...

And so it was that as Robert sidled up to both Magnet & Dahlia, he heard something above the whines & curses of the groupies. A few gruff words grunted in Cole's direction by his behemoth of a manager that cut through the din. "Get Pagey..."

Hustling himself along with her & Magnet out the door, Robert did his best to avoid Peter's gaze from then on out. Helping her into her jacket, which was really one of Pagey's more subtle, casual & less spangled boleros, Robert couldn't help but ask. "What was that about, luv?"

"Oh nothing..." She shrugged before thanking him & Magnet for opening her door & helping her into the car respectively. "Thank you. Such gentlemen." The tension Robert felt was broken by a shared giggle between the three before she continued. "I just told Peter I wanted to leave & hit up East LA for awhile before we head back to the Hyatt. He asked if Pagey was coming & I said he disappeared with Bonz for a bit & I couldn't find him. Besides, he was having fun last I knew, so I didn't want to pull him away from him being able to relax."

"I see..." He trotted over to his side of the car, slipping inside himself with Magnet shielding him from view of any lurking groupies as best as he could. "And the motioning to me & the party at hand, luv?"

"Simple." Dahlia explained, punctuating her words with the click of her belt. "I told him to tell Jimmy where I was, that I'd be back soon & not to worry. That not only would Magnet be with me but so would you & that you were leaving to tag along with me too. That you'd be there to protect me as well."

Robert felt a slight quickening of his pulse despite the innocence of it all. The innocence of her explanation. Of the situation. Yet the cloak & dagger feel of it all gave him a little heart flutter & frisson at once. He didn't quite know why. He couldn't quite put a finger on it.

Why was he so unnerved?...

It was his idea, after all...

They weren't doing anything wrong anyway...

It was then that Magnet got onto the road & pulled off. Now Robert knew... There was no turning back...

Though turn back he did...

Robert couldn't help it...

And so it was that as he craved his neck to glance back at the traffic behind him, Robert swore he saw a hint of a familiar tall, willowy, smoking, silver accented, black-haired figure hustling into the back seat of a car that roared to life & took off a few car's length behind them.

Only one word came to mind to describe the situation Robert found himself shoe-horning himself into now & his current state of mind.

"Shit..."

Hope you guys enjoy~!

As ever this is forever under construction~!

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esotheria-sims · 11 months

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Sims Tag

Got tagged by the fabulous @deedee-sims - thank you! 🤗 Throwing in a random in-game pic because I can.

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

Hum, tough one. I guess being struck by lighting is pretty cool, not that I get to see it that often. Also being hit by a satellite, but I’ve literally never seen it happen in my game unless I cheat.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Alpha, obviously. Although I prefer to call my style ‘semi-realistic’.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

I used to, but now I’m like, nah. Let those sims have some meat on their bones!

4. Do you use move objects?

All the time, bruh.

5. Favorite mod?

If I only had to pick one, then Gunmod’s radiance lighting. Picked based on the fact that it’s always the first mod I get whenever I have to reinstall.

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

I think it was Nightlife? But my PC from back then was so weak that I couldn’t get the EP to work at all, save for a couple outfits that were randomly showing up in CAS.

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

Been pronouncing it ‘aLive mode’ ever since I started simming. I never even knew there was a debate about it until I saw a post on simblr some years ago.

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

What, just one? D: I have a bunch of faves, and you can probably tell who they are by the fact that they crop up in every new iteration of my game.

9. Have you made a simself?

Never, nor do I plan to! Having a sim version of myself in the game would just feel weird.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

I don’t know them all by heart and I’m too lazy to google 'em, so pass. xD

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

I wouldn’t say that I necessarily have a favorite, but I noticed a lot of my sims tend to have black hair.

12. Favorite EA hair?

Imma go with hairshortcombed solely based on the fact that I don’t have a burning urge to replace it the second I see it in my game.

13. Favorite life stage?

Adults, duh. And teens. They’re pretty fun too.

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I do a bit of everything, but I definitely lean more towards gameplay, especially since starting my BaCC.

15. Are you a CC creator?

Yep! Got my own cc tag and everything! 🙂

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

I want to think so! ^^

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

Sims 2 all the way, babey!

18. Do you have any sims merch?

Nah

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Nah

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I think it’s gotten more consistent? I’ve been trying to find a balance between realistic and cartoony cc to maintain that elusive ‘semi-realistic’ look that I’m so fond of, and I like to think that I have a pretty good grasp on it now, after so many years of simming.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

Never had one, lol.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

One favorite cc creator? BRUH. I have a 10GB downloads folder, and you better believe every creator whose cc is in there is my favorite! 🤣

23. How long have you had a simblr?

11 years! Golly, has it really been that long?

24. How do you edit your pictures?

By offering a blood sacrifice on a full moon. Nah, kidding. No blood is spilled during my editing process, though it does feel that way sometimes, considering how effin' long it takes me to iron out all the small kinks that annoy me about my screenshots. I kinda hoped having a dedicated photoshop action would help, but it only speeds up the process so much, unfortunately. :(

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

For Sims 2? Dunno man. Maybe a higher-res remake with all existing EPs/SPs and all known issues ironed out. Which is probably never gonna happen, but a girl can dream, right?

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

I’m partial to Apartment Life because it introduced witches, one of my favorite supernatural life states!

I’m tagging: @blackswan-sims @eleysims @episims @rudhira @ho3sferatu @analog-mothman @nervosims @frauhupfner @mrs-mquve-cc and @gphoenixsims! But feel free to ignore! ^^

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Hi, I hope it's okay that I do another request, could you please write something about the reader having a bad day somewhere new. Like it was her first day and it didn't go as she had hoped. (I had a bad day in a new environment and it didn't go as I had hoped so... yeah?) Anyway, could you please do something fluffy with Jonathan Byers comforting the reader after they come home from wherever and it's all comforting and fluffy. Please and thank you? I hope you're doing okay and your operation went okay and post-op isn't too bad

Finally fulfilling this request because I think it would genuinely help my soul to write and I hope this helps someone else too.

My body is just about to give out by the time my back hits the mattress, my pounding head making my eyes water as I listen to my fan spin on a constant loop.

College was supposed to be fun, a new experience where I learn how to find myself and really dig deep into who I am. But the day started off with me a minute late to my first intro to literature class and the professor slammed the door in my face and made the deliberate effort to lock the door, telling me silently that I wouldn't be welcome in class.

After that, a TA spilled coffee on me as she turned the corner, the scalding drink making a mess of the new sweater I bought just for today. I cried while buying some school merch from the school store, not having enough time between classes to go home and change.

The rest of the events of my day were small enough for me not to remember, other than missing my bus and being forced to walk home a mile and a half in the rain.

I was so excited to move out of Hawkins and to the amazing city of Los Angeles, to attend the school of my dreams and start over. I wanted to get a breath after the years of trauma that Hawkins inflicted upon me and my dearest friends.

And my boyfriend.

My phone ringing beside me snaps me out of my grumpy haze, my eyes tiredly opening to look over at my lit up phone, a smile taking over my expression at the sight of Jonathan's name across the screen. I'm quick to snatch it off of my pillow and answer it without hesitation.

"Hi honey." He hums and my eyes flutter to picture him laying in a similar way that I am, back against his headboard, a fond, excited smile sprawled out across his lips at the sound of my quiet breathing through the phone line.

It's been difficult to get used to the long distance but with Jonathan and I both being very independent people, we've only flourished and our relationship has only gotten stronger. But I'd be lying if I said that, after a day like this, I didn't miss his arms around me.

"Hey, babe. How are you?" I ask, kicking my feet up on the bed and kicking my uncomfortable shoes off at the same time, letting out a breath of relief.

"Good, good. Hopper just left, came over to help Will with some essay." Jonathan chuckles, a small chuckle leaving him as a smirk spreads across my lips.

"Oh, he came just for Will? Not for your mom." I snort, pulling a groaned laugh from my boyfriend as the line breaks up for a moment as he moves.

"Shut up. How was your day?" He asks and suddenly my laughter and happiness is sucked from me at the slight recollection of everything that's happened to me today and shame fills me at the thought of having to tell him how poorly it went. "It was your first day of classes right?" He quizzes with a small sniffle.

"Yeah..." I trail off with a small sigh, shaking my head as my eyes flutter shut. "Would it be already just to say that it was the worst day ever but that I really don't wanna talk about it?" I whisper, my voice trembling a bit and my stomach swirling anxiously.

"Yeah, uh, are you sure you're okay?" He asks, his own anxiety lacing his voice at the thought of me feeling such weighted emotions without him being here to pluck them away, one by one.

"I'm okay now that we're talking. Just tell me something to cheer me up." I laugh, reaching up to bat away any stray tears that have escaped me without permission, my eyes burning.

"Hmm." He hums, clicking his tongue. "I could tell you how much I love you?" He offers and I giggle, rolling over onto my stomach at his cheesiness. "I could tell you how much I missed you today and since you've been gone-"

"Yeah I like this plan." I cheer, a huge grin taking over my flushed, tear stained cheeks.

"Oh yeah?" He laughs, the image of his eyes burning into my mind. "Alright, then stop interrupting and let me make you feel better."

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providencepeakrp · 23 days

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SPRING EXTRAVAGANZA VENDORS

Frederick’s Farm - Frederick has always been a household name in Bighorn Hills and his farm? Even more so. Ever so generous and kind, Frederick will have a petting zoo set up all week long and while he always accepts charitable donations, meeting and greeting with the animals is free of charge! Feel free to stop by, say hello, and meet some cute farm animals! Lucky Joe's - From subpar coffee to the best dang bagels you'll likely ever have the pleasure of putting in your mouth, Lucky Joe's will be offering free tastes and bagels and coffee for purchase each day of the spring market. Stop by and check them out and, if you're lucky, you might even score a meet and greet with Lucky Joe's son himself! Humming Bee - Join Thalia Clark for sunrise yoga each morning in the park at the center of the market. Regulars or first timers are always welcome with Humming Bee! Remember to catch the puppy yoga session at Barks and Recreation's adoption event this week as well! Fine Arts Club - Taking the art from their gallery to the streets of Providence Peak, take a walk through the park and find yourself in the middle of the Fine Arts Club's latest outdoor art installment. Allow yourself to become immersed in the local artists of Providence Peak and the amazing work they can do! Good Pets - The extravaganza isn’t just for humans! Good Pets has the chance for your furry friends to enjoy the season as well. From bandanas, to treats, to catnip blankets, they have it available all week long at their downtown vendor space. They’ll also be partnering with Barks and Recreation and showcasing some of the rescues adoptable dogs and cats each day of the festival! The Vinyl Countdown - Recently, the store has found itself overflowing with used and gently pre-owned vintage records. To make some space in their backroom, they’ll be set up during the festival with boxes of records for the city to choose from for just $5 a piece. 96.8 The Peak - The Keola & Mya in the Morning will have their coverage van strolling around downtown and at each of the daily events, reporting the ongoings to their viewers who are listening to the station. They will also be offering an opportunity to spin their wheel for a chance to win some free merch like t-shirts, drink tumblers, pens, and even a few $50 gift cards from local businesses such as Blooming Dale’s, The Burger Joint, and Room Service. Seek them out and test your luck to win something fun! The Grape Escape - Who doesn’t love free wine? The Grape Escape will have a tent set up during the extravaganza downtown with free wine tastings (with ID of course) with the goal to sell their new spring flavor of housemade wine. The tastings allow one sample per flavor per day. Below Zero - Whether your favorite flavor is chocolate, vanilla, or rhubarb, Below Zero has your back. The ice cream shop will have a stand set up in the midst of the festival so they can offer the event-goers a free scoop of ice cream as a cool way to welcome in the spring season. Providence Peak Memorial - Be sure to stop by the first aid tent the local nurses and EMTs have set up downtown during the festival for a free first aid kit and a quick lesson on emergency bandaging technics - just in case! Claret Public Library - The library, who’s main hub is in the neighborhood of Claret Park, will have a lending library set up downtown. Come and pick out some books to take home, bring some books to donate, or do both! While you’re at it, feel free to sign up for a library card with the local librarians hosting the booth. Wonderwell - The science museum will have a booth set up with interactive science experiments and one big presentation per hour to display the many topics citizens of Providence Peak can learn about in their exhibits. They encourage both kids and adults alike to mess around their their hands-on experiments and learn to have fun with science!

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shmoo92 · 10 months

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Kokomi locks the hatch of the courrier pod and sends it off with a wave. Handhold of the parcel firmly in hand, she pushes out of the docking bay. She propels herself through the few corridors of her home, the deep space frontier outpost Time and Wind, until she reaches the copula she’s claimed as her main room.

A hundred trillion stars greet her as she enters. Once upon a time she’d hung valences—soft pinks, shimmering purples, dusty blues—around the perimeter of the window, but it took away from the starscape so instead, they cover the walls like geometric splotches of paint. She’d bolted her pillow topper and sleeping bag to the wall facing the window and there it remains but she ignores it for now, instead twisting herself around so she bonks gently against the window. There, surrounded by her beloved friends—a toy goldfish with a sparkly tail, four dolls (one in white with blonde hair, another in purple with dark hair, and the third in blue with red hair, and a fourth with green hair and a mask), a pink fox, a plush tengu, and a squishy box with cat ears—she boots up her comm and places a call.

The line connects almost immediately, as if the recipient had a tracking number for her newly delivered parcel.

“Good morning, Commander,” greets Kaeya.

“Good morning, Captain.” Kokomi peels the tape off the box. “I received a courrier with this morning’s post.”

“Oh? Anything of note?”

Kokomi pops thé lid—

A cheerful narwhal smiles up at her.

“You sent me your boyfriend’s merch?”

“I sent you *our* boyfriend’s limited edition merch.”

Kokomi pulls out the packing paper—

Kaeya croons, “Theres thé good smile.”

Kokomi huffs as she lifts her new friend from their cradle—Almost immediately, Ayakat throws herself at the box.

Kokomi looks her new friend over: fabric, of course, put together with patches in a variety of sizes. Mostly blues other than the side of their head: instead, a handful of overlapping reds and oranges. A goofy smile, button eyes, a soft, stubby horn, blanket stitching throughout, and—

She smiles, feeling like she herself is full of warm stuffing.

—under their fin, an off palette blue/grey patch and a violet.

“And there’s the /best smile.”

Kokomi hugs them close and presses her face to theirs. “They’re /perfect.”

Kaeya’s is a breathless sort of laugh. “I am /very glad to hear it.”

Kokomi drags her face up from the plush and tucks them under her chin. “Any word on when Her Majesty’s Vanguard’s shipping out?”

“A couple weeks, last I heard.” Kaeya’s grin takes on a mischievous glint. “They may even be charting a deep space course.”

Kokomi pouts. “Then why didn’t Tartaglia deliver his merch himself?”

“And leave me without such an easy gift idea? Perish the thought! Besides, maybe his personal item allowance had no room for his own merch.”

Kokomi smiles into the plush. “What stories are thé gossips milling?”

“Well, Tartaglia and the Traveller looked at each other for a whole half second yesterday so the net is on /fire about them.”

“It’s incredible that no one’s found us out.”

“It helps that one of us is a dashing starship captain in a different sector and the other is a beautiful princess on sabbatical at a deep space observatory.” Kaeya leans back. “We are, shall I say, not active in the same news reels. Or—“ His eye twinkles. “—any news reels, for some of us.”

“On the subject of news reels, what’ve you been up to? You seem like you’ve been busy.”

“I don’t look that tired, do I?”

Kokomi hums non committally.

“I’ll have you know I was in the middle of getting ready for bed when you called.”

“Don’t stop on my account!”

Kaeya chuckles but adjusts the comm and then leaves the frame. Kokomi can still see him in the washroom mirror though. “I haven’t been up to anything too exciting. A few dramatic fights against pirates in well-covered sectors—“

Kokomi watches his deft fingers loosen the laces of his corset. “But mostly just toodling around Mondstadt’s systems. Heh, I’ve also taken to parking /Pavo juuuuuust inside scanner range of some rando Fatui ships, maxing out the shields, running a power cycle on the weapons system, and just—“ He shimmies free, and as he puts it away, “—sitting there for a little bit.” He leans into the frame, eye glinting mischievously. “I hope I’m making them squirm as much as I imagine I am.”

“Has Tartaglia promised comeuppance yet?”

“Not that I’ve heard!” He pulls off his shirt. “Which means nothing. I expect he has quite the punishment for me whenever we meet next.”

Kokomi drinks in the lines of his back: from his toned shoulders to his trim waist, along the path of his spine. As she traces the angles of the scar that stretches from shoulder to hip, she asks, “Hands over head?”

Kaeya steps back into sight (blocking her view of the mirror), raising—he yanks his arms down to his sides. “Oh no you don’t!”

Kokomi huffs, then, “How is it that in all the galaxy I’m somehow dating /two people who can’t lift both arms straight up at the same time.”

As he unfastens his trousers, he replies (with a grin), “You sure know how to pick them, princess.” He tosses his trousers into the hamper. “At least I have a janky prosthetic. What’s Tartaglia’s excuse? A birth defect?” He scoffs—Kokomi giggles—and returns to his closet. “Besides, since when is anything about me straight?”

“What about you? How’s the sky doing?”

“You’re a starship captain, Kaeya.” She clicks her comm into place and hugs her narwhal close … while also attempting to get Ayakat into a leg hold so she’ll stop nipping at Kokomi’s socks.

“Sure,” Kaeya replies, likewise putting himself to bed. “But they’re not your stars.”

As he locks his comm into the dock by his pillow, he also /casually shows off that he too has a new narwhal plush. He knows exactly what he’s doing, smiling smugly at the delight in her eyes.

Kokomi squashes the impulse to /cut, to hide that vulnerability; she lets it stay and even /flourish, telling Kaeya all about the Carmen Dei binary star as he drifts to sleep.

(When Ayakat wiggles from her sleeping bag and takes off to freedom by leaping from Kokomi’s face, Kokomi manages to only squeak softly.)

Kaeya’s breathing slowly and softly by the time she’s run out of fun facts and figures (but only on the subject of Carmen and Dei).

She sets her comm to retroactively record the call and then just.

watches him sleep.

watches him breathe.

watches him be /alive.

just for a little bit.

#Genshin impact #kokokae #kokochaeya #Tartaglia #sangonomiya kokomi #kaeya alberich #chaeya

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omegasmileyface · 7 months

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The Forest, the Trees, the Fire I: CATALYST

Chapter 7

chapter 6 was also posted earlier, so go check that one out if you missed it! Authors: @attackradish, @ectolemonades, me. Artist: @/crunchysart

For the full characters list, word count, content warning, and a directory to all the currently available chapters and related content, see the Table of Contents!

full summary: The world outside of Amity Park has learned about the existence of ghosts, and the time for first impressions has arrived. The delicate public consciousness could be disrupted by the slightest ripple. Danny Fenton is being ripped apart from all sides, and when he finally breaks, the ripples will be very big indeed.

warnings: references to racism and classism

words: 2467

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January 16, 2007

Jazz was trying very hard to focus on her dinner and not the growing anxiety around her new syllabi when her phone chimed. She had tried to set a boundary that she would never check her phone during meals and take that important rest period away from herself, but it was the first time it had gone off since Christmas. She couldn't resist!

Tucker Foley: (17:20) dannys missing. havent heard frm him since th 5th

Well. That certainly ruined the mood.

You: (17:20) Crap. R we sure that he's not just busy? 11 days is a lot but he's weird like that from time 2 time

Tucker Foley: (17:22) c thats the thing. hes been MIA a lot recently. several days at a time. but im more worried this time bcuz the portals gone

Oh. Oh, shit, that was new.

You: (17:22) The portal is GONE? How do u kno? What happened?

Tucker Foley: (17:23) whole ectomap is diff. not sure. phone call? i can get us some better communication

Jazz was shaking in her dining hall seat. Danny was gone, with no reliable way of getting between realms? Mom and Dad were alone, in the middle of an anti-ghost government incursion, and with their life's work inactive for whatever reason?

Maybe everything added together in the ways she feared, maybe it didn't. Either way, something terrible was either happening or about to happen. She could already feel the guilt weighing on her for not thinking to go back home before now.

You: (17:25) Maybe. I'm coming over tho.

Jazz managed to clean up her dinner and start heading back to her dorm before Tucker called.

"You're coming, for real?"

"Yeah. Clearly stuff's going on in Amity, and I need to be there for it."

"Yeah, but, like, don't you have classes that you can't miss?"

Jazz double-checked that her roommate wasn't in before continuing. "Tucker, my baby brother is missing, while my parents are working with the group that's getting his existence criminalized across the whole country. Why would that not be worth pushing my degree back a bit?"

"Just feels like a waste of loan money, is all."

Jazz shrugged. "I'll just loot Vlad's house and sell all his Packers merch."

"I imagine the feds already beat you to that. Good luck, though."

At least five outfits and two pairs of pajamas, check. Toiletries, check. "What'd they do with all his money, anyway? Maybe it's still out there and you could wire me some of it."

"Why do you think I can do that? I'm not a comic book character, Jazz, I'm a teen with a piracy hobby."

Jazz hesitated for a moment before packing Bearbert Einstein. "Worth a shot. So, what's been up with you?"

"What's been up with me? Oh, you're chatting. We're chatting. You really must not have any friends of your own."

"Tucker!"

"Sorry, just an observation. I'm sorry. Well. I made a little system people in town can use to plan pro-ghost protests and stuff, but otherwise I've been trying to stay out of it, even though it's been a little lonely."

Jazz hummed. She'd better pack a towel. For all she knew, the extras back home had been sewn into some kind of ectophobic parachute.

"Lola got in trouble at school for defending Phantom in front of the vice principal. Like, she had to stay after school while he checked with the GIW to make sure they didn't have to write her up or anything. Fuck that guy, honestly. So my parents have been on edge, and they don't want me drawing any attention. Lola's eight years old, and pretty fuckin' cute too! If she gets in that kinda trouble, imagine what'll happen if they think me or my parents are pro-ghost."

Jazz cringed. "That really sucks."

"Yeah. I know."

She gave the room another quick once-over to be sure she didn’t miss anything she'd need for the next month or two. "How's Sam?"

"Couldn't tell ya. Her parents were pissed when they found out she was leading all those protests, and they moved away."

"Oh. Haven't you been talking?"

"Not really. What would we talk about, anyway? She's still mad because I wouldn't join her on the front lines. She doesn't get it. If she gets arrested protesting, she gets an embarrassing picture in the newspaper and her parents pay a fine and life goes on. If the same thing happened to me, my future would be ruined, forget that I'm not eighteen yet. Nobody employs a Black kid who has a criminal record before graduating."

"I'm really sorry that's something you have to worry about."

"Whatever. It's Sam! I'm sure she'll figure it out in a couple months and immediately pivot to doing the exact opposite. She never turns down self-sacrifice when it makes her look good."

Jazz gathered up her backpack and duffel by the door. "Wow, sounds like you really haven't been getting along at all lately."

Tucker sighed on the other end of the phone. "Honestly, we never would have been friends if Danny wasn't there. He made it make sense somehow. Not that I don't like hanging out with Sam! She manages to keep up with our humor and stuff. But it's hard when there's nobody there to buffer her. …Or me. Probably shocking to hear this from Too Fine himself, but I know I can be kind of a hassle when I lose my impulse control."

"That's a really intelligent thought, Tucker. Maybe it'll help you build new friendships, if you want."

He scoffed. "You really therapy-talking me at seven PM? You must miss Danny bad."

"Could you give me a sec? I need to write something."

"She's deflecting now!" The line went quiet.

Jazz gathered up her roommate's sticky notes and pen. Sorry, Lin. I'm gonna be gone for a while, at least a week. Family emergency. Not sure when I'll be back, but if you see a ghost who looks like me and she asks for my stuff, let her take it. Thanks!

"'Kay. Anything else to say?"

"Not really. I honestly wasn't expecting a conversation. I guess, um… how have you been?"

"Eh. College. Hey, I'll be back in Amity by… midnight. Make sure it's not up in flames by the time I get there?"

"You're driving now? I knew you got your dad's bad road habits! Please don't fall asleep at the wheel, okay? I'll do my best to keep everything un-up-flamed until you get here."

Jazz clipped the seatbelts over her bags, just to be extra sure they wouldn't fly around. "Of course! I've got my soundtrack. Later, Tucker." She shut off her phone and stuck in her favorite hip-hop CD she kept hidden under the passenger seat. Time for a very reasonable amount of speeding.

===

"Huntress!"

Valerie looked down from her latest capture to see the Doctors Fenton, waving their hands like little kids to get her attention. She went down to meet them.

"Yes?"

"We've always been really impressed with your efficiency at dealing with ghosts," said Maddie.

Val thought back to all the times the Fentons had shown up to a ghost sighting already yelling, plotting their every move out loud. Sure, she had better tech nowadays, but she was pretty sure her greatest weapon against ghosts was common sense. "Thank you." Still, not bad to kiss up when it came to making connections. "That means a lot, from professional hunters such as yourselves."

"You may know that we've been working with the Garrison Irving Walker Commission recently," said Jack.

She didn't, but it didn't particularly surprise her.

"Well, we've been wanting to have you come in so we can talk business!"

"And by we," chimed in Maddie, "he means the Commission."

Mentally, Valerie prepped a fake signal to go off on her suit so she had an excuse to leave if she needed. She knew the GIW weren't after her, but she had been sort of avoiding them recently. Just in case. "Business?"

"We're all wondering how you make it look so easy!"

"And how you made that flashy suit!"

"It's not an interrogation or anything, we just want you to share some tricks of the trade if you've got time."

Valerie wasn't sold, so she used a technique she'd picked up when applying for jobs. "I'll have to make some time. Could I contact you later with a schedule?"

"Sure! The FentonWorks phone number—"

"Maybe a GIW number would work better? Since it's set up with them."

"For sure!" Maddie grabbed a business card from her utility belt. "If you just press 0 a bunch, you'll get to the receptionist eventually."

"We look forward to hearing from you!"

===

"What would they do if you said no?" Damon Gray asked. He handed Valerie another soapy plate.

She let the water finish running over the plate before she spoke. "I almost don't want to think about it. I mean, I want to think that they'll just respect my privacy as a fellow ghost fighter, but they didn't really have a lot of reason to look into Mr. Masters, did they? If they're that paranoid, won't they look into me too?"

"Well, let's think about it this way." Damon hung the dishcloth back on the faucet. Nice, sub-ten-minutes dishes! "What's the worst outcome if they do look into you?"

"Well, they find my secret identity."

"And then?"

"And then… they get mad at me for doing vigilante stuff. They arrest me for the property damage I've done in fights, and take my suit away because I'm a kid."

"Is that it? Could be worse. I'm sure the people will be on your side because of how much you've helped the cities before. Will they look into your suit at all?"

"Ooh, yeah, if they can. It's sort of bonded to me right now."

Damon frowned but didn't interrupt.

"They might find out that I'm using tech that came from ghosts. I bet they wouldn't like that."

"They all use ecto-technology stuff too, right? I'm sure they wouldn't mind too much, since you're human."

Valerie didn't respond.

"…Well," said Damon, "I'm gonna go get the mail. Let me kn—"

"What if I wasn't?"

"Sorry?"

"I mean— not that I'm not human! And I'm definitely not a ghost. But what if there were some ghostly things about me?"

"Sweetie, what aren't you telling me?"

Valerie turned away. "…Weird ghostly stuff has been happening to me for a few months and I think it's because of my suit."

"Valerie Gloria Gray!"

"It's not that bad! Like, y'know, sometimes when I'm embarrassed I'll get kinda see-through for a sec. O-or when I want my suit to do something, it does it before I tell it to."

"No, as a matter of fact, I do not know!" Damon sighed. "But I'm glad you're okay."

Valerie nodded.

"I'm going to want to talk about this later, but right now I'm getting the mail. I'll just say this before I go; the GIW is supposed to be protecting humans, right? If they're any good at their job, they won't do anything drastic because you're so human."

"Okay. Yeah."

"Love you."

"Thanks, Dad."

Still… better safe than sorry. Valerie was going to find a phone booth tomorrow and schedule the meeting for Saturday.

===

Danny hated the basement of the Keep. He hated it, even more than he hated the rest of the place. Even when it was updated with shiny black and white stone and glass like the rest of the building, it still felt old and foreboding.

When people called the building a "keep", they usually meant it more metaphorically, or they just didn't know that keeps were short-term military hideouts. Most of the structure was more like a palace, enduring and luxe. The basement, though, was the site of a permanent last stand. It had morphed out of the old throne room and kept all the miasma from before, without most of the deathtraps. It was the heart of the palace, in the way that a fear response starts in the heart and radiates outward.

And here Danny was, trying to open up old wounds.

The Fright Knight's resting place was exactly where it had been before, dutifully beside his old king, even if they were both cursed to sleep forever. It was sort of romantic, almost. Like poetry. If you squinted.

But when Danny took the sword out of the pumpkin, the Fright Knight only had to look around for a few seconds before he kneeled, seemingly having figured out the whole… situation. Not that he had expected any serious loyalty out of the knight after his previous escapades, but that was sort of sad.

It didn't seem like the knight was going to stand up unless Danny said something.

"Um… hey. Hi. You can stand."

He stood.

"You have a lot of military leadership experience, right?"

"Yes, my King."

"Alright. Have you ever dealt with passive defense? Like, not going out and fighting so much as preparing to only defend if necessary?"

"Of course. While it is not a responsibility I've had particularly often, it is something I've studied and practiced."

"Okay. I think the entirety of the Infinite Realms are going to be attacked soon."

The Fright Knight valiantly concealed a look of skepticism.

"Honestly! There are humans with a lot of technology, a lot of brainpower, and an unthinkable amount of hatred. I'm going to be doing all I can to prevent things from getting that bad on the diplomatic side, but... I don't want to ignore any possibilities."

"That's very intelligent, my King. Would you like me to suggest strategies on defense?"

"Yeah! I'd like to talk through any thoughts you have on defense and anything else, if that's okay. You have way more experience than me."

"Understood. Would it be possible to bring me something on which to write? I believe it would make the explanation easier."

"Of course. We can do whatever makes you most comfortable. I'm not planning on putting you back in there any time soon— I mean, unless you do something terrible— so you may as well get cozy."

The pair moved into the library and before too long, talk of a general ghost defense movement turned into full lectures on the possible ways to handle the humans' anti-ghost shift. Tactic after tactic came back to one thing.

"We will only have negotiating power if you tell the humans that you are prepared to destroy them and mean it."

Danny weighed that thought in his mind for a bit. He turned the idea around, considering its taste. He didn't like it.

"And will you mean it, Phantom?"

"Mm… I think I will."

#my writing #danny phantom #invisobang 2023 #ftf catalyst #the forest the trees the fire

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romanceisdeadbutimnot · 2 years

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Sweet Like Summer Candy

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Midoriya Izuku x Reader

(Pro Hero Deku x Reader)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: reader curses, aged up characters

Reader is written with a female in mind but I hardly if ever use pronouns to describe them and they’re referred to as partner

Summary:

You visited your grandparents in Japan for 3 summers when you were younger, becoming close friends with the quirkless boy next door. Unfortunately you lost touch during middle school. Not to worry though, you’re here in Japan to stay and ready to rekindle your friendship, or something more. And you’re in for a surprise when you realize what he does for a living.

Or reader has no idea that Izuku is the no 1 pro hero.

Link to ao3 here

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4,

Chapter 5: Sweet Summer Love

You decided eventually to just wait for Izuku to return home after working. It turned out to be a longer wait than you expected. You had finished the manuscript for the latest chapter, snooped around his house a little bit, found what would be considered an ungodly amount of All-Might merch tucked away into the office space. Although you were curious you stayed away from his bedroom. Eventually you settled yourself in front of his TV and turned on a movie. You were nearly dozing off around 11pm when the crackle of electricity woke you. You groggily stared up at none other than Izuku covered in the effects of his quirk, his eyes a startling turquoise.

“Oh you’re back.” You smile at him. The glow in his eyes dies down.

“How did you get in? The doors locked-“ he pauses, then figures it out all on his own. “Your quirk, you can phase through walls.” He explains for himself and you nod groggily.

“You said talk later, and you never fully addressed how you got a quirk,” you explain, shifting to sit, rather than lounge across his couch. Before you can do so he’s leaning over you. You freeze looking into his eyes. He just stares at you, and you shift nervously.

“Let me shower, and I’ll tell you everything you want.” He settles on, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing into his room. You touch the offending skin, which feels feverish. Soon enough you hear the sound of water running.

You wondered if Izuku was taking a long shower on purpose. After 15 minutes of waiting you feel yourself begin to drift off again, the events of the week catching up to you. His voice startled you out of your daze.

“Don’t fall asleep if you want to hear my story.” You turn to his voice but find him standing between the bathroom and his bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. His green locks dripped water onto his shoulders which trailed down his chest. You looked away going red.

“Hurry up and put clothes on!” You call back to him. You can hear him laugh and the sound of a door opening.

“I thought you liked my shirt off,” he teases, his voice getting closer.

“I never said that,” you roll your eyes. “I said you were muscular.” Izuku approaches you. You thank the heavens that he had decided to wear some clothes. Dying by cardiac arrest wasn’t on your to do list for the night, though you were considering putting Izuku on it. Instead he was wearing a tank top and some shorts. They were certainly hero themed, or atleast a hero’s car themed, by the engines decorating the pants and metal coloration.

“Izuku,” you warn him as he gets closer. He smiles at you innocently, but you knew from first hand experience there was nothing innocent hiding behind those green orbs.

“Do you not want to sit with me?” He asks, like a kicked puppy. You were weak, and he was taking advantage of it.

“Fine, but-“ you don’t get to finish your condition before he’s scooped you up from your place on the couch and sitting where you once were. You take a moment to orient yourself, splayed across his lap. He hums beneath you content, arms wrapped around your torso.

“If you’re trying to distract me from asking you questions it’s not going to work.” You narrow your eyes. You certainly were weak, but you were getting to the bottom of this. You’d suffered too much embarrassment not to.

“I’m not. If it’s you, i'll tell you anything you want to know. I’d trust you with my life. I’m just so happy that you’re officially mine now,” he tells you. From the corner of your eyes you can see him go pink. It wasn’t fair how he could be confident and bashful at the same time.

“How do you have a quirk?” You ask. You should’ve prepared yourself for a monologue because that’s exactly what you got. Izuku told you all about meeting All MIght and becoming his predecessor. He told you about eating his hair in order to gain a quirk. You judged him for that in your heart, but you wouldn’t dare say it aloud. You weren’t sure if you would trust a walking emoji enough to eat his hair without knowing that it’d work. You gave him some slack though, he was a kid and desperate to be a hero, to have a quirk. He told you all about getting into UA and breaking his bones as he learned to use his quirk properly. You nearly choked at that. This time you didn;t hold back your disapproval, for his blatant disregard for his own self preservation. You couldn’t help but trace your hands over his scars, a newfound understanding of them settling across your fingertips. You listened intently as he described nearly his whole life story, how he became a hero. He told you about the friendships he made, the horror he witnessed.

You were proud of him, of everything he’d accomplished, despite everything he’d been through. You tried to tell him as much. That’s when he started crying. You’d laugh if you weren’t so busy stroking his head, shushing him gently. Izuku was still the crybaby you remembered. He clutched you tighter burying his face into the crook of your neck. His tears wet the collar of your shirt, it was uncomfortably rubbing against your neck, but you wouldn’t move for the world.

You hoped, as you maneuvered yourself off his lap and into the corner of his couch, pulling him into your embrace, that you were the comfort he needed. You hoped he knew that you had never expected him to be the strong one. You didn’t expect whatever hero facade he was clearly used to putting up.

As his breathes calm, and you feel his heartbeat slow you realize that however exhausting your day must’ve been, his must’ve been worse. Regretfully you realize that you didn’t exactly help by breaking into his hero compound, and demanding him to explain the obvious. You think there must’ve been backlash that he was facing for the civilian that smacked a villian in his presence then took off with him in tow. A backlash that you, yourself had seen nothing of, oblivious to the truth in front of you.

So when you realize that he has dozed off, his entire body weight crushing down on you, you try not to wake him. Instead you trace light lines across his broad shoulders, and down his back. You stare at the wall and wonder how exactly you had missed all the obvious signs. He didn’t have a quirk though. You couldn’t blame yourself for not realizing, when you hadn’t known such a crucial detail. The detail that brought all the pieces together. Your foot begins to fall asleep.

Eventually you remember that you could move him without waking him up using your quirk. You concentrate and his body grows lighter, becoming misty above you. You shudder slightly sitting up, through his torso and standing. You turn to grab his shoulder, ready to pull him into his bed and your hand goes completely through him. You pause for a second, before realizing your mistake. You solidify the part of his shoulder you plan on grabbing. This time when you reach for him you land, and begin tugging his sleeping form toward his room.

Your quirk was useful in many ways, but only when used correctly. Although you yourself have some immunity to its drawbacks, everything around you did not. For example increasing an object's density makes it much heavier, as more matter fills its form. You were somewhat able to mitigate the effects of the added pounds so your movement was less hindered. Though depending on the weight you were significantly slowed. Those around you were not so lucky, often struggling to move fingers, let alone their whole arm. The same was true for becoming less dense. Although you could move fairly well as an airy vapor, everything else was more or less stuck floating in the air in the same position they started in. You weren’t sure whether or not your immunity was an innate control of your quirk that allowed you more mobility. What if you moved better as a mist because you were subconsciously shifting the densities of everything around you, pushing yourself forward. Something you didn’t do for everything else. Regardless of the reasons you found yourself much easier to manipulate, with objects coming into second and other people in last place.

For this reason moving Izuku onto his bed was harder than you first anticipated. You had to be careful to concentrate on keeping him less dense or you’d drop him. You made it into his room with relative ease. He had floated up slightly from the height he was laying on the couch but it wasn’t near high enough to place him on the bed. You carefully move his shoulder up, pulling the rest of his body along with it. You were careful to pull him up, until he was slightly above the mattress. You didn’t want to re-materialize him while he was inside the bed. You learned pretty quickly that the manipulated material was the one that went through damage more often than not. You could liquidity things and trap people in them without harming the people once you re-solidified the material. But you could severely harm people if you suddenly stopped manipulating their density mid walk through a wall. You had broken a couple bones that way, and you’d seen your enemies come out worse. Poorly severed hands were the best of it. When you’re sure he’s completely above the blankets, but close enough he won’t feel too much of a fall, you release your hold. When he lands safely on his bed you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You make your way towards his guest bedroom, pausing only to plug in your laptop. It seemed like you were sleeping here a lot, not that you minded. It was nice, it felt like home.

The next day you are sitting in front of a matcha latte looking at a flabbergasted Oso. She looks between you, and the murmuring dork beside you, as if both of you would disappear as soon as you blinked. You patted his arm affectionately, as he slows his rant realizing he had gone off on a tangent. You normally would never interrupt him, without something of your own to say along with his analysis, but Oso looked like she was seconds from keeling over. Though she figured out your boyfriend was a pro before you did, she was handling it much worse. That was a lie, you were pretty sure breaking into his agency then bursting out crying was worse, but she wasn’t handling it well.

“He’s- you- you’re actually- he’s actually, a pro. (Y/N) how are you so calm!” She grips your other arm. In your defense, you had brought into her small cafe the most famous person in all of japan, hell, maybe this whole side of the globe.

“He’s just Izuku to me,” you shrug. After all, the only difference was that you now knew what he did for a living. His personality was very much the same and he was always hero oriented. Next to you Izuku is beet red. You weren’t sure how he could turn such a color for something so simple but he definitely did. You definitely liked it.

“You- you’re the densest woman alive!” She cries to you, hands going to her hair. All in all the meeting was going pretty well. It was only fair that Izuku got to meet your friends after you met his.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Izuku had officially started dating. You’d had some close encounters with the press, and declined a number of interviews about the incident. Izuku told you that his PR team was handling it and they’d set you up with something, but only if it was absolutely necessary. Turns out it wasn’t. You just finished the process of moving all your things into Izuku’s house. Maybe it was a little soon, you thought to yourself, but you had begun sleeping in his guest bedroom more than you slept in your own. Besides, being next to him felt right.

You had gotten used to pro-heros popping in and out of your day, whenever his classmates spotted you actually. There were several occasions when pro’s you didn’t recognize would come up to you. You secretly believed that Izuku had somehow convinced them to check on you whenever you were in their patrol area. It had startled Oso the first few times it had happened, but at this point you’d be more surprised if you went a day without some hero on patrol accidentally bumping into you.

Dating the number one hero had its drawbacks as well. Although you were lucky enough that most people didn’t automatically recognize you, dates with him were impossible. He was either dressed in so many coverings that neither of you really enjoyed it, or you risked being caught by the press. There were a handful of trusted restaurants that gave you privacy, and rooftops were always an option, but your dreams of cute picnic dates were all but completely demolished. Still, it was a small price to pay in your mind, for having Izuku as your boyfriend.

So to show your appreciation, you were planning a one month since you realized Izuku was a hero celebration. Or what you privately called the one month anniversary since you kissed your childhood best friend. You had spent the day gathering the supplies while he was at work. You bought cupcakes, and groceries for the dinner you were going to make.

After your day of supply shopping you make it back to the apartment in time to start dinner. You hardly have time to start your prep work when the door opens. To your surprise, he’s home early, way early. You abandon the stove rushing to the front room to try and stall him. He seems just as shocked to see you home, as you were to see him.

“You’re home, but Osono said you were with her,” he tilts his head at you, shifting something behind his back. You furrow your brows in confusion at him. Oso definitely knew you were throwing him an anniversary surprise.

“Well, I’m not,” you pause. “Should I be?”

“No! No. Well…. It's just awkward now, because I came home to set up a date for us. I asked Osono to help me pick these out.” He pulls out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back, cheeks tinted red. You gape at him before laughing. Quietly you grab his hand and tug him into the main room. He looks around, realizing settling across his features.

“I was setting up a date for us to,” you say feeling warm. He places the flowers on the table, before drawing you close to him. His gaze was intense, like he was picking you apart. You knew you’d let him. His green eyes regard you with utter adoration. His lips capture yours in a short sweet kiss. Warmth envelopes you. He deepens the kiss, grabbing the underside of your thighs and hosting you into the air. You wrap your legs around him, fingers curling into locks of green. You knew that as long as you were by him all would be right in the world. He was sweet, and warm like the summers of your childhood. He was nostalgic, he felt like belonging.

(There’s a whole 6th chapter of extra scenes left out of the work on ao3. I won’t be posting them on tumblr, so you’ll have to check here if you want to read them!)

#pro hero izuku #izuku x reader #mha x y/n #mha reader insert #izuku x y/n #pro hero deku x reader #pro hero deku #reader instert #fluff #misunderstanding #fanfic #this is the end it was a long journey but we’re done

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Lost Property - 26

(masterpost)

Previous - Next

CW: dehumanisation, pet whump

The minute Colton stared up at the path ahead, his legs felt like they were going to give out. He couldn’t, surely he couldn’t walk all that way?

Lydia noticed his poorly-hidden anxiety and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder. “Once you find your rhythm, hiking is really fun. It’s calming, and satisfying when you reach the top. Look how nice and quiet it is today, too. Hardly anyone around to bother us.”

That was nice, he had to admit. Lydia’s belief in him seemed to strengthen his legs once more. He nodded, once, and replied, “I’ll do my best, Ma’am, and try not to hold you up.”

Lydia had opted for an easy, gently rising path that meandered lazily along the edge of the mountain. Spring was just beginning, some trees were reaching their still-naked branches towards the blue sky, while others sported their very first green leaves. The wind carried scents of wet earth and greenery.

“Look, Colton!” Delightedly, Lydia pointed out a fat bumblebee flying in low circles. “It must be a queen! She’s been sleeping though the winter, and now she’s looking for a good place to build her nest.”

The pet looked at the insect with interest. For once, he seemed more curious than scared.

He was being good. Lydia was pleased with him. She wasn’t walking very fast, stopping now and then to admire a plant or the view. The breeze had a bite to it, but the sun was warm. No one that he knew from… from before could reach him in this foreign place. But wasn’t this too much of a human enjoyment, going on a walking trip, talking together? Well, mostly Lydia talked, but he did hum his agreement and offered a word or two from time to time. Wasn’t this a thing that people did? Still, she had said that she had planned to take Coriander. And dogs went on walks too, didn’t they?

Lydia looked so serene, taking in the world around her at her own pace. Colton felt something in his chest, alongside his never-ending anxieties. He wished he could experience this the way she was.

He couldn’t. Pets and humans were too different. Lydia was his superior, she was free, she was her own master. Wanting to be like her was so foolish only a silly pet’s brain could have come up with it.

“Here Col, have some water.” Lydia unfolded a red, rubbery cup printed with the conference logotype and handed it to the young man. Then she unfolded a blue cup for herself. “Finally some useful merch.”

Spring water cascaded from a metal pipe set into the rock down into a stone basin and disappearing under the ground again. Green moss and feathery fern fronds surrounded the spring. Lydia put down the cup on top of her rucksack and reached out to wash her face and hands underneath the cool flow. When she filled her cup and drank, the water tasted fresh and wild.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Colton copying her actions almost exactly, washing his face and hands and then drinking deeply from the cup. He was eying her nervously, but when she smiled and nodded approvingly, he gave her a tentative, shy nod in reply.

“That’s good, right?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Here, have a sandwich too.”

He hummed, like he wanted to protest, but stopped himself. He was letting her be kind to him.

Lydia sat down and leaned against the big rock flanking the path, the reddish stone sun-warmed against her back. Amid the trees in front of her she could catch glimpses of the view. A river meandering through the valley and catching the sunlight in crystalline sparks. There were strands and streaks of forest, a few houses, scattered fields that were still bare, some darker brown where the soil had been overturned, some lighter brown where the soil had not been touched.

After eating her cheese sandwich, Lydia leaned back against the stone, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth and the sunlight. She let herself doze off for a moment, when some small noise suddenly alerted her.

She opened her eyes. Col was standing up, every muscle taut, staring fixedly into the forest. A moment later, she heard it too. Something was moving. Her breath caught. For a panicked moment, she remembered the man from yesterday. Had he followed them? An icy hand closed around her heart.

Colton leaned forward subtly, trying to see further through the trees. His hands tightened into fists.

A moment later, with a rustle, a pair of startled deer threw themselves over the path. Lydia caught a glimpse of dark eyes, russet fur and slender limbs. Then, they were already past. Their white tails bobbing away in the undergrowth.

Lydia let out a breath she didn’t know that she’d been holding. Meeting Col’s green eyes she laughed with relief.

“They gave me quite a fright, too. But all is well.”

. . .

The hike had continued at its drowsy pace. Col’s legs occasionally wobbled, Lydia noticed, and she made sure to casually suggest another quick stop every time. She was hardly surprised- Cory didn’t get out much, either. It was something she was hoping to gradually improve on.

Slanting, reddish rays of afternoon sun warmed the pink wall of the café, reflecting warmth on Lydia and Col sitting in patio chairs. Lydia was enjoying a fresh, slightly tart lemon sorbet. Colton had just stared in bewilderment at the array of colourful flavours when she’d asked him what he would like, so she had made the hopefully safe choice of strawberry and chocolate ice cream for him.

“So,” she said, “What do you think of today, Colton?”

The pet swallowed a spoon of sweet ice cream and met her smiling brown eyes with shy hesitation. When she smiled, her eyes squinted into crow’s feet at the corners. It made her look genuine. She was genuine, he was pretty sure.

“It was… it was a nice day, Ma’am.” He was surprised to discover that it was true. It had been a busy day with some very stressful moments, but on the whole, he had enjoyed it. Were pets even supposed to enjoy things? It was a strange feeling, but one the time with his Master had made him more accustomed to. “I am very grateful for it.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” She pushed a wayward lock of brown hair behind her ear. “I liked it too, I’m glad you wanted to come with me.” Lydia smiled. “And tomorrow, we’re going home.”

Fun facts:

Bumblebees early in the spring are always queens, since they are the only ones to hibernate over the winter. They have already mated in the autumn, so in the spring they are ready to start to lay eggs that hatches into worker bees.

Bumblebees can fly in colder temperatures than other bees , as their fur keeps them warm. (Bumblebees look round, but underneath the fur they look similar to other bees.)

They are very important pollinators and bumblebees are used commercially to pollinate crops like raspberries and tomatoes. Unfortunately, this causes some problems by risking the spread of diseases to wild bumblebees and that nonnative species can become invasive. Scientists in Switzerland have discovered that bumblebees can make flowers start to bloom faster by biting them: https://www.livescience.com/bumblebee-bites-make-flowers-bloom-early.html

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#fluff! fluff #lydia and linden #lost property #pet whump

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