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longing-for-the-past-times · 7 months

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Roommate!Simon who wakes up in the middle of the night, his chaotic sleeping schedule getting the best of him. Struggling to make as little noise as possible, he exits his bedroom and heads to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea

Roommate!Simon who stops dead in his tracks when he realises that you must have left the TV on, the blue faint glow of the screen projecting shadows on the wooden floor. He strides towards the coffee table to grab the remote control, when you rise from the blanket you'd been wrapped in, scaring the sh*t out of him

Roommate!Simon who instinctively reaches for the Ka-Bar knife he always keeps in his boot, only to realize that there is no way he could conceal such a weapon in the fluffy slippers he's currently wearing. He rolls his eyes in defeat and throws you a questioning look, the frown on his face deepening even more upon seeing what you were looking at- a Disney Pixar movie.

Roommate!Simon who pretends to be annoyed and keeps grumbling to himself as he heads into the kitchen, but ends up preparing two cups of tea and empties a bag of popcorn into a big plastic bowl

Roommate!Simon who just lays the tea on the coffee table and places the popcorn on the couch, lunging for the blanket that is still wrapped around your figure. You roll your eyes at his fake cold demeanour and lift a corner of the blanket as a silent invitation for him to join you

Roommate!Simon who ends up taking three-quarters of the blanket and eats all of the popcorn while his eyes are glued to the screen. Fighting for the last quarter of the blanket, you can't help but openly stare at his maskless figure, greedily taking in every detail that you can perceive in the faint light emitted by the TV

Roommate!Simon who ends up throwing an arm across the couch, pulling your body closer to his and wrapping the blanket around both so that your head is pressed against his chest. The tea's gone cold on the small coffee table, but it doesn't stop Ghost's eyes from getting heavy, his tired mind relishing in the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat

Roommate!Simon who falls asleep on the couch, holding you fast in his embrace and gently resting his head atop yours as the Disney movie keeps playing in the background. He won't tell anyone, but he hasn't slept that well in a long time.

part one part two part four masterlist

#amy writes #5 am thoughts #cod ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #call of duty imagine #ghost fluff #task force 141 #roommate ghost #roommate simon #roommate au #mw2 ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine

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aestherin · 1 year

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DAPAT REALTALK KASI real yung standard hindi fake kagaya ng plastic flowers

MAY PINAGHUHUGUTAN KA BA

#asks #w/ cal #INAANO KA NG PLASTIC FLOWERS #PERO AGREE!!#real flowers >>> plastic ones #plastic flowers arent romantic </3

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leadertelugunews · 2 years

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విశాఖలో ప్లాస్టిక్ నిషేధంపై అవగాహన

విశాఖ జిల్లాకు చెందిన భారత్ స్కౌట్స్ అండ్ గైడ్స్ కేంద్రీయ విద్యాలయం, ఇతర పాఠశాలల విద్యార్థులతో కలిసి ప్లాస్టిక్ నిషేధంపై అవగాహన కార్యక్రమం చేపట్టారు. దీనిలో భాగంగా మానవహారం నిర్వహించారు. తాటిచెట్లపాలెం జంక్షన్ నుండి రైల్వే స్టేషన్ రోడ్ జంక్షన్ వరకు ర్యాలీ తీశారు. సింగిల్ యూజ్ ప్లాస్టిక్ నిషేధ సందేశాన్ని ప్రచారం చేసే క్రమంలో ఆజాదీ కా అమృత్ మహోత్సవ్ ను కొనసాగించారు.

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#aajadi ka amurut mahotsav #kendriya vidyalayam #plastic ban #scouts and guide #visakha

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beloved-blaiddyd · 7 days

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just a few scribbles of Cafe Owner!Reader x Yandere Dog!Gallagher. Honestly kinda wanna steal her away from Gallagher she's such a calming presence in my mind wijdjwks

Quick fluff-ish brainrots for an upcoming "WhoDrankIt?" (tentative title) coffee shop comic au utc. (cw: slight mentions of animal cruelty)

And no I'm not spoiling why cafe owner!reader went missing or any other major plotlines in these brainrots lmao

Kakavasha and Reader are very close friends ever since they heard each other complain about how hard getting a visa is lmao. The two of them admire each other's love for their family.

In this au, Kakavasha's family lives and he's happily venturing out to work for his parents' more smooth sailing retirement like his older sister. (Y/n), meanwhile, works abroad so she could be the breadwinner of her impoverished family. In a sense, they're very similar.

The two corporate slaves coworkers, Kakavasha and Jelena (Topaz) are regulars in (Y/n)'s cafe. Professor Veritas would sometimes drop by, not too often, to drink some herbal tea. Often claiming his visits are in moderation compared to Jelena, but when looking at the records in his bank account...

The three of them rarely pay by cash. Thankfully buying a card reader was a worthy investment...

(Y/n) just takes Gallagher to the cafe so he doesn't get too lonely at home.

And it's not a bad move. Gallagher is incredibly friendly, often mistaken as an actual cafe staff. He claims he is, but (Y/n) would correct people pronto. When Gallagher first met Firefly and Caelus, he immediately introduced himself as the cafe's security personnel... Which later earned him a proper taxi back home.

No matter how eager he is, (Y/n) really doesn't want people to think she's forcing her dog to work... Especially such an older looking one...

When getting pissed, (Y/n) would sometimes go to the backdoor just to heartily scream obscenities in a foreign language before coming back with a customer service smile. Gallagher thinks it's incredibly hilarious whenever she screams "HAYOP KA!" (you animal!) at the garbage bin.

Most of (Y/n)'s anger comes from her interactions with Sunday.

Won't go into detail to that yet but if their life was a fanfic, Jelena would tag it as "coffee shop au" and "enemies to ???"

Whenever (Y/n) gets too upset, it's Gallagher that brews something for her. 80% of the time, it goes on the menu. The other 20% are drinks Gallagher refuses to have anyone else taste but (Y/n). The recipes are also gatekept from her so she wouldn't try to tell it. Not that she would, anyways.

(Y/n) takes a very gentle approach to Gallagher. To her, he's no different than a roommate. Back home, it's common for poor families to neglect their pets- and that never sat right with her.

She still feels guilty about the time she had to watch her father abandon newborn kittens in a plastic bag because their family could no longer sustain them.

(Y/n) doesn't like recalling those memories. It's an era they couldn't help, given the economic decline. It's a period in her life where she's forced to mostly eat pure salt and boiled bananas due to their convenience rather than nutrition. Money was out of reach.

... She doesn't want any other creature to go through all that again.

#I think I'll just refer to Penacony as USA in the comics ejsjiwidjajw #I cant help but make a hamilton reference forgive me lmao #There's something comfy about php!reader and romani coded aventurine being pals idk what to tell you tbh is that controversial to say😭 /gen #yandere gallagher #yandere gallagher x reader #$ whodrankit #gallagher x reader #$ monthly reader's beloved

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mmwiddc · 3 months

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Ghar...

(poora padhna yaar warna bilkul mat padhna)

Purane Lucknow ke chawk se phle chaupatiya hote hue dubagga wali sadak par jaana

Uspar kuch dur chlne par baye haanth par ek sadak mudti hai uske saath mud jaana

Kuch dur chalne par teesri gali me

Chautha makan milega

Khaali pada makaan

Us makaan ke bahar ek bujurg 13 saalon se

Phool bechrhe hain

Usse 2 dhai saal phle se wo makaan kaali pada hai

Beetey kuch saalon ke sawan ne us makaan ka rang dhul diye hai

Ab koi us makaan ko dekhta hai toh usko sirf wo budhi deewaren Nazar aati hain

Samne hi neem ki lakdi se bana ek darwaza hai

Jiska deemak aaj tk kuch naa bigaad paayi hai

Uspar kareegar ne kya khoob nakkashi ki hai

Us darwaze pr bada saa taala laga hua hai

Us taale ki chabhi wo bujurg apne gale me kisi taavez ki tarah taang kar rakhte hain

Har Diwali aur Eid ko us ghar ka darwaza khol kr usme diye jala dete hain aur namaz padh lete hain

Mere bahot kehne par mujhe us ghar ki chaabi dehi di unhone

Maine tala kholkr jb darwaze ko dhakka mara toh

Esa laga waqt ruk sa gaya hai

Fir maine phla kadam rakkha us ghar ke andar

Phla kadam rakhte hi esa laga maano waqt me peeche jaarha hun

Itne peeche ke Jahan se wapas aana shayad mumkin nhi

Wo darwaza ek patle se galeeche me khulta hai

Main aage badha toh maine bheeni si mitti ki khushboo mehsus ki

Diwaron pr seelan lagi hui thi

Wo seelan un deewaron ki umr bakhoobi bayan kar rhi thi

Thoda saa andar chala toh wo galeecha aangan me khul Raha tha

Ek aangan jiske chaaron taraf keyaari bani Hui thi

Aur usme Lage hue they alag alag paudhe

Unme se ek thaa gulab jiski ek Kali bas chatki hi thi

Main us Kali ko dekh kar soch me pad Gaya yeh sab jinda kaise hain

Maine us Kali ko aankh bharke dekha

Par jaise hi nazar hati seedha Jaa padi aangan ke beechon beech lage Tulsi ke ped par

Maine haanth jode aur aandar ki taraf chaldiya

Samne hi tha baramda jaise hi maine baramde me kadam rakha meri nazar padi baye taraf lagi kuch tasveeron par

Un tasveeron me ek chota baccha dikhrha tha jo us Tulsi ke aas paas khelraha tha

Kuch bujurg the jo shayad ab is duniya me nhi honge

Aur ek tasveer me kursi par baithe they us makan ke Malik aur unki khawateen unke dahine taraf chai ka cup pakde hue khadi thi

Meri nazar jaise hi un tasveeron par se hati seedha us kursi par Jaa padi

Jo tasveer me thi

Gerua rang se rangi Hui saafed plastic se buni hui kursi

Maine Bina kuch soche samjhe jeb se rumaal nikala aur us kursi ko saaf karne laga

Aur saaf karke baithgaya

Baith kar maine aakhen baad ki toh us seelan ke beech se jagah banati thodi us Kali ki aur thodi Tulsi ki khushboo mujhme samane lagi

Main aakhen band karke sochne laga ke ye makaan abhi bhi jinda hai

Sochte sochte mere Dil me yeh bhi khayal aane laga chlo andar chlete hain

Main us kursi par se uth khada hua

Maine apne kadkon ko andar ki taraf badhaya toh aamne samne 2 kamre dikhai pade

Unme se ek pr tala laga tha

Apni shirt ki aasteen se maine us kamre ki khidki ka sheesha saaf Kiya aur andar dekha toh samne ek bed tha jiske upar bistar laga hua tha jo thoda astwyast tha

Maano wo aakhir baar istemal kiya ho aur fir sahi naa kiya Gaya ho

Us bistar ke bagal me ek table thi jispar kuch kitaben bikhri Hui thi aur un kitaabon ke paas ek chashma rakha hua tha waqt ke saath jiska kaanch peela padgya tha

Bistar ke dusri taraf ek palna tha lakdi ka bana hua

Ek taraf deewar pr almaari thi jisme kuch saman rakha hua tha kuch kitaabein thi kuch tasveerein thi

Maine peeche mud kar dusre kamre ka darwaza khola toh usme lakdi ka sofa pada hua tha bilkul us buni hui kursi ki tarah uske samne ek lakdi aur kaanch se bani Hui table padi thi us table ke upar ek guldasta rakha hua tha aur uske bagal me thi ek ashtray jisme ek aadhi bujhi Hui cigerette thi

Sofe ke ekdam peeche thi almari

Jisme bahot saari trophiyan rakhi Hui thi

Kuch tasveeron ke saath

Maine kamre se bahar nikla aur seedha bahar chala gaya

Jaakar tala daala, chabhi wapas dedi

Aur seedha aapne ghar aagya

Main ghar toh aagya lekin wo khusboo mujhme rehgayi

Wo makan mujhme rehgaya

Maine shayad jindagi me dusri baar waqt ko rukte hue dekha tha

Us makan ka sukoon mujhme ghar kargaya

Pata hai maine phli baar waqt ko rukte hue kab dekha tha?

Jis din college ka phla din tha aur main jaise hi class ke andar ghusa tha meri Nazar seedha tumpar padi thi

Us makaan ko main ghar hi kahun toh accha kyonki wo ghar tum ho

Uski khushboo tumhari khusboo hai

Uski seelan lagi deewaron ko main khud apne haanthon se sajana chahata hun

Tumhe andaza bhi hai kitni khoobsurat ho tum

Un tasveeron me tumne qaid karrkha hai ek choti si bacchi ko jo kabhi kabhi bahar aati hai

Kuch bujurgon ko jo badi badi baatein kar jaati hai

Aur shayad mujhe bhi

Maine tumme jeena chahata hun

Us gulab ke paudhe ki tarah us Tulsi ki tarah tumhe mehkana chahata

Wo waqt se purani meri mohabbat tumhari hifazat karti hai

Har Roz tumhare dar pe aakar sajda kartib

Ise esa karne ki ijazat dogi kya??

Mujhe khudme jeene ki ijazat dogi kya??

~ Sehr

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marsosims · 5 months

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hi, hello! hope you have a wonderful day and lots of fun with the new pack! i was wondering how to decorate/build in the new world to make it realistic bc i want to lean into the whole SEA flair without making too sterotypical i hope you know what i mean lol so some help from someone who's filipino like yourself would mean lots for me!!

Before I answer this question, I'd just like to preface that I am NOT an expert and I'm just sharing my personal thoughts and ideas :)

marsosims' tips to decorating tomarang builds

Use references. I think this is probably the most important tip that I can tell you. Use references, you won't regret it! Whether it's from google earth, Pinterest, or even drawings - you have a TON of reference materials!

Here are some illustrations: Top image is a still from the movie, "Hayop Ka!", Bottom left from Arlo Jhan Bayot, Right from Albert Tan

Here are some pictures - these ones are more or less middle class, but some shared characteristics between most of them are bright walls (usually cement, wood, and the occasional fake brick wall), fenced in yards (if you could call them that), wrought iron, and most importantly, plants.

PLANTS. GO CRAZY. SEA countries are located in the tropics, which means that they have very diverse foliage... SO like go wild if you want to (especially if building in the more rural part of Tomarang). People will also have a lot of potted plants, like:

(Bougainvilleas are usually a favorite - idk if the sims has any like it?)

OPEN LAYOUT FLOORPLANS. Most houses are open concept, and hallways for residential buildings are pretty rare in my opinion.

Another thing to note are dirty kitchens, which are basically outside kitchens that you do all of your cooking so that the smell doesn't stick to your things (this is important because as I said - most houses are open concept). Cooking inside is also pretty unpleasant because SEA COUNTRIES ARE HOTTTT.

Use tiles. With interiors, I'd say that it usually varies but a staple in most homes are tiled floors, because they are cool (not in a fashion way and more a literal way) and are resistant to floods.

I almost never see people have wooden floors unless the house was an ancestral house or the house is on the cheaper side (but even then, I usually see cement or tiled floors). If you do see some wooden floors, my bet is that they're one of those cheap linoleum / vinyl ones (idk what they are exactly)

I also never see people use carpets or rugs - probably a bit too much of a hassle to deal with (but they do exist!).

As for walls, they're usually just left as cement or wood. Wallpapers weren't all that popular until recently during the pandemic when people got bored and started putting up wallpapers ksdhbfsd

Use wooden furniture where possible! Plus points if you use glass somehow. Most things are wooden, and usually do not match with each other. It actually drives me crazy at home because none of the wood tones match, but it's comforting in a way. You can see an example of this on the image above. If things weren't made of wood, they were usually plastic :)

Display those trophies / certificates! Filipinos are VERY proud of their achievements. Feel free to display those trophies, certificates, etc. front and center of your homes, where guests can see them.

These are all the things I can think of! I'm sorry it's a little rambly kscfksdfh I tried my best o7

If you have any questions, feel free to shoot them my way. ALSOO I'd just like to reiterate that these are just based on my personal experiences and thoughts and not everything I say may not necessarily be true for every SEA person (or even Filipino). OK BYE

#marso #a #asks #building tips?#decorating tips?#idk

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five-rivers · 7 months

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Dreadful Calm Chapter 1

Tags from AO3: Major character death, freezing solid, Vomiting, gagging, suffocation, Hypothermia, most of those things don't REALLY happen, but it's close enough those tags should do it, Body Horror, ectoberhaunt 2023 day 11: dread vs calm

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Danny was glad the 'Fenton Family Vacation-slash-Road-Trip-slash-Ghost-Hunting-Extravaganza' was over and they were finally on their way back to Amity Park. The trip had been as long and tedious as its name, and Danny hadn’t wanted to go in the first place. They’d be crossing the city limits soon, and it'd only take another fifteen minutes to get home.

For Danny, it couldn’t come soon enough. He loved his parents. He really did. But being around them constantly for days had been taxing, and would have been even if he hadn’t been a half-ghost who had to watch himself for ghostly slip ups.

That wasn’t even touching on the stress of being away from Amity Park, which was the source of most of said slip ups. Heck, about halfway through the trip, he’d woken up from a nightmare in a panic, convinced something terrible had happened, and only calls from Sam and Tucker telling him that everything was fine had kept him from flying all the way back home to fight the perceived threat.

Although… Now that he thought about it, he wondered… how did they know to call him in the first place?

The GAV ka-thumped over a pothole - not one Danny had made by being thrown into the asphalt at high speeds, incidentally, he remembered those - and the thought was thrown from his head in favor of grumbling. Grumbling, and a faint sense of unease.

He leaned to the side so he could look out the windshield at the skyline, and couldn’t help the thought that something was different, something was wrong. Nothing he could see. All the buildings seemed to be there, and he would know.

The ‘Welcome to Amity Park’ sign flicked by the window, unreadable at the speeds Jack was driving at, and–

And Danny slammed his right hand over his mouth, unlatched his seatbelt with his left, and dove for the tiny bathroom in the back of the GAV. He got the door closed and locked behind him, and immediately fell into the tiny cubicle shower, dropping to his hands and knees.

His ghost sense dripped and oozed off the tip of his tongue and past his lips, heavy and almost liquid, despite still being insubstantial mist. It fell in wispy curls and silky folds, dispersing along the floor and leaving behind feathery patterns of frost. He retched, trying to clear his airway, and managed to draw in a single gasp of fresh air before his ghost sense reasserted dominance.

Well. Danny was assuming this was his ghost sense. It lacked the usual sense of accompanying hostility, and while his ghost sense might make him gasp, it had never made him gag.

“... motion sickness?” called Maddie from the front.

“Y-yeah!” rasped out Danny. He winced at the sound of his voice, then shivered once, violently.

“Don’t worry, son! We’ll be home in no time! And motionless! With fudge!”

Bluish mist pooled in the bottom of the shower well, and spilled over the shallow plastic lip, into the rest of the bathroom. Danny was glad that his mother had insisted on the bathroom door having a plastic seal and a separate ventilation system after one too many ‘incidents,’ otherwise the mist would be leaking out into the main cabin of the GAV.

He shivered again, and a hum from his core turned into a croon in his throat. To it, the cold felt like a comforting welcome, even though it was the one producing it.

But what was making it produce cold like this? Even Pariah Dark hadn’t felt like this. Going into the Ghost Zone for the first time hadn’t felt like this. Nothing felt like this, like being suddenly supercharged in the worst way, to the point of losing control, but also feeling paradoxically good, power dragging fingers up his spine, wrapping around him like a blanket.

He got in another breath, then lost it, giggling as a delicious chill spread from his core all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.

What he should do, what he wanted to do was go ghost and fly away somewhere he could release all this energy safely. But his parents had upgraded the GAV before they’d left on the trip, and had spent the last several days explaining all the new features in detail.

There were a lot of weapons. A lot of weapons.

There were detectors, too, ones that would be able to see Danny if he was in ghost form.

Possibly more importantly, the walls were painted with Fenton Paint, and Danny couldn’t phase past that.

Another wave of cold bloomed from his core, and he exhaled more frigid fog. He could feel ice on his wrists and hands, and he snatched them up, off the floor, blinking tears out of his eyes. Those tears fell to the floor with tiny clinks.

Afraid of what he’d find, he pressed his tongue against the back of his lower lip. His tongue was slow, heavy, it didn’t want to move. Tiny spears of frost crunched against one another, then were bound together by another plume of mist. He could feel more frost forming around his back teeth, locking his jaw open. Danny crooned again, and the sound was oddly content for how terrified Danny was.

Sudden, sharp pain radiating from around his core forced him to double over the rest of the way into a fetal position, trapping his arms between his legs and his chest. There was ice forming around his core. He knew this with a terrifying certainty. There was ice forming around his core, in his chest, in his organs. He could feel it creeping across the outsides of his lungs, freezing them in place even as he choked in a final breath past the mist still curling past his lips. He could feel his heart slow then stop as his blood turns to slush, then freezes solid.

Despite this, despite the pain, part of him still found this comfortable, pleasureable. The cold was good. The power was good. Whatever was doing this, it felt like home and safety and welcome back. He knew, he knew he could use this, once he got it under control, to help and protect people, his people, his city, his family, his friends, better than ever. Ice clattered against ice as more tears fell from his eyes. His core purred happily, and all the ice crystals around it reverberated with the tone.

It hurt. It hurt so much to have all those crystals inside him chime, vibrating enough to feel them inside his flesh, inside his bone, but it also soothed him in ways he couldn’t explain.

He could still transform, could still go ghost. But the GAV’s defenses were still there, still active. He’d be trapped again, just in a different way, and for all he knew, this could get worse if he went ghost. Right now, his out-of-control powers were only freezing him, but they could very easily freeze other people. People who didn’t have built-in resistance to being frozen solid.

(The humming purr of his core stuttered momentarily, as if that had finally gotten through to it, but the moment didn’t last.)

And either way… his parents would know.

No. He wouldn’t transform.

He blinked tears out of his eyes again, but this time he could not open them. His eyelids had frozen shut. He tried to shift, to bring up a hand to break away the ice, but the cold had made his joints and muscles stiff, immovable.

He was stuck. Trapped. The only parts of him still mobile were the fog pouring out of his mouth and nose, the growing ice, and his core, humming away without a care in the world. Everything else was frozen to stillness.

Trapped, and he wasn’t even trapped alone, somewhere he would have time to figure this out and get it under control. Any moment, they would arrive home, and his parents would want to know why he wasn’t coming out, and when he didn’t answer, they’d barge in, because they’d worry, they would, and they’d see him like this, and know he couldn’t be anything but dead.

Ice crept up and down his spine, filling in the gaps between his bones. It touched the base of his skull, and spread slowly along his scalp, like a hand carding through his hair. The feeling sank deeper, into his skin, his muscle, his bone. Someone approved. Someone was proud of him. Someone cared. Someone was thanking him. Someone wanted him. Someone loved him.

Each and every part of him sang with the song of his core. He was frozen solid, coated with ice inside and out.

Danny stayed that way for what felt like hours, his feelings churning between the externally-induced happiness of his core and the very real dread of his parents finding him like this. But for all that he was, nominally, in human form, the parts of him that were human were asleep in the ice.

The calm won out.

The calm… Out the window, Amity Park had seemed remarkably calm.

The thought slithered away from the numb, chilled fingers of Danny’s mind, and he let it. He’d been distracted by a new sensation. An unbearable lightness. It filled him up as thoroughly as the ice, with his core as the kernel. It felt like his soul was straining against the upper surfaces of his body. It felt like he was having a fight with gravity that was far more personal than usual. It felt like peace and contentment, just out of his reach.

Below him, there was a resounding crack as he lifted up off the floor to float mid-air. His core-song grew louder, without the damping effects of touching something that wasn’t in tune.

He didn’t know how long he hung there, floating, in the air, his thoughts becoming progressively sleepier and more abstract, drawn out into slow, simple cycles by the lack of anything to think about. His usual methods of time keeping were out of reach. No light, not action, no breath or heartbeat, and for all that the ice and the song and the floating made him tired, they barely put a dent in his energy.

But then, past the layer of ice over his ears, he felt-heard the door open, and people came in. He couldn’t see them, of course, but he felt their warmth/energy/emotion, and they looked on him kindly, lovingly, with gentle affection and concern. They touched him with warm-cool hands, and he let them direct him, effortlessly, first out the bathroom door, then out the GAV, and from there into his home.

Weightless cold pulsed through him again as they crossed that threshold, the power even greater here than outside. The hands withdrew, then, for the first time since they’d found him, and his core-song turned plaintive, the notes making his notes ache bitterly. But the hands returned, their journey not yet done.

They continued, into the kitchen, through the lab door, down the stairs, and–

Danny couldn’t help it. His song turned sad, mournful. This was where he had died the first time, for all that it was also where the power coursing through him was the strongest. Those with him wept as well, feeling the same, he could tell. But they didn’t stop. They pushed him steadily deeper into the lab, steadily further and further into power, into pain.

Into the portal.

He passed into the Ghost Zone, and whatever was feeding him power simply went away, as if it had never existed. Danny’s ghost sense stopped streaming from his mouth. The sublime weightlessness receded into the regular weightlessness enjoyed by most things in the Zone. The things that were keeping Danny awake, stopped.

He slept.

#ectoberhaunt #23 day 11 #23 prompt dread #23 calendar science #eh23 #reblogs #23 prompt calm #23 calendar magic #danny phantom

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mojowitchcraft · 6 months

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🎃 STEDDIEWEEN RECS👻

Part 2! See Part 1 Here

If You Want Blood (You’ve Got It) - acestyx @cholvoq Rated T | Words: 2k | Chapters: 1 | Complete

Eddie’s craving blood badly, so Steve offers himself as an “emergency donor.” Both enjoy the experience much more than they expected to. Or, Eddie can hear Steve’s heartbeat, and it is quite the tattletale.

🧛Such a great vampire Eddie series!

If Only For Today, I Am Unafraid @sharpbutsoft Rated G | Words: 3k | Chapters: 1 | Complete

“Hey!” Robin exclaims. “You, Edward Munson, are an absolute catch. Steve would be lucky to be with someone like you.” “You know what I mean, Robs. He’s like, King of the Heterosexuals. Maybe he wouldn’t literally murder me-“ “He would never,” Robin interrupts. “I know, I know, but it’s still different when it’s a guy. What if he finds out I have a thing for him and starts acting weird?”

🎃Sweet getting together fic

lead the way by Adure @toburnup Rated T | Words: 3k | Chapters: 1 | Complete

"You ran?" Eddie says, "God, Harrington, you're worse than me." "He scared me!" Steve says, breathing hard. "That's kind of the point." Eddie says, unhelpfully. He nods his head to the next turn in the dark hallway, doesn't hide his teasing tone. "We gotta keep going though, you gonna be able to make it?" "Yeah, just- give me a second." Steve says, pulls himself up. The scare got under his skin and he looks around, flinching when a cobweb brushes his shoulder. This is so stupid. "Here." Eddie holds out his arm and Steve might be more spooked than he realized because he doesn't hesitate before he takes it.

👻Steve & Eddie in a haunted house

we go together by @wearing-tearing Rated T | Words: 1k | Chapters: 1 | Complete

“Do you want to hang out here instead?” Eddie finds himself asking. “I was going to leave some candy for the kids.” Steve’s eyebrows furrow. “The kids?”

🪦Steve meets Eddie in a cemetary and helps with his annual tradition

Fright Night by thistledome @amyinthebelljar Rated M | Words: 8k | Chapters: 1 | Complete

Eddie is already leaning against the front counter toward him and looks like he might leap over it at Steve. He puts one elbow on the cracked plastic laminate surface near the till and then reaches up with his other hand and pulls the bandana down from his face. His mouth is a twisted smirk, a giant, gaping hole in his head full of too many razor-sharp, yellowing teeth. His eyes flash bloody in the light, and Steve can see pointed ears through his hair. This isn’t Eddie. Steve doesn’t know what it is, but it’s not Eddie Munson. Eddie comes back from the dead and goes after Steve. Steve barricades himself in the break room at Family Video. It's a very long night.

🩸If you want genuinely creepy and unsettling Kas Eddie read this, it's so fucking good

You Could Use a Good Kiss by @lostinadmiration Rated M | Words: 10 | Chapters: 1 | Complete

“You didn’t lock the door?” Steve glares daggers at Eddie. Eddie’s eyes rove over the door, around the frame from top to bottom thoughtfully, dart over to Dustin, then finally land back to Steve. “Guess not.” Eddie’s lips twist as he fails to fight back a wry grin. It’s nearly impossible to think right now with his mind swimming in liquor, but Dustin slowly fits the puzzle pieces together. The hands, the closeness, bruised lips, the breathlessness, the blushing caught out faces. Dustin reels, hears a sound leave his mouth that’s a mix of shock and outrage. “It’s not what it looks like—” Steve starts, but Dustin interrupts his feeble attempt to cover up their tryst. “Really? ‘Cause it looks like y’r playing tonsil hockey with my DUNGEON MASTER!” Dustin can feel himself shouting, feel his words slurring together ever so slightly, sluggish on their way out of his mouth.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨Halloween costumes and getting together, so cute and Drunk Dustin is hysterical

#STEDDIEWEEN #mojowitchcraft fic recs #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fic rec

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fruitcoops · 6 months

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Slowburn

Fic O'Ween Day 12: Goosebumps, with part five of the firefighter/ EMT AU! Coops, Leo, and Layla belong to @lumosinlove, fest header belong to @noots-fic-fests!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

TW extremely brief mention of bodily fluids (one sentence at the beginning)

Five hours and forty-four minutes. He had been bled on, puked on, grabbed, yelled at, and nearly toppled. His only spare pair of pants was now bound up in a plastic bag. Miracle of miracles, Sirius’ shirt was the only thing that hadn’t been damaged in the miserable afternoon. It made a great undershirt. It would also need to be washed at least four times before he could even dream of returning it.

Layla stared at a spot above his shoulder in the opposite jumpseat. One side of her eyeliner had been completely smudged away; the other, smeared sideways to her temple in a smoky trail.

“Nice job today.”

“Thanks.”

“That was a lot.” Layla nodded mutely. His heart pulled for her, a little bit. Even if their cases had been run-of-the-mill, nearly six hours of back-to-back calls would wear anyone down. He nudged the tip of her shoe with his own. “You’re learning fast. I saw some good work out there.”

“I’m…” She blinked slowly, then shook her head. “Wow, I think I fell asleep sitting up for a minute.”

“It happens.” In time, she’d learn to sleep wherever she could catch it. “When does your shift end?”

“Seven.”

“Almost done, then.”

“Mmm.”

The ambulance went over a bump, rattling the near-empty shelves and bashing Remus’ tailbone against the back ledge. “Sorry!” Leo called through the small window to the cab.

He had mostly given up hope that he’d see Sirius in the next twelve hours. His shift wasn’t over until midnight, and Sirius’ started at six the next morning. If he made time between his dentist appointment and calling his parents, he might be able to stop by in the afternoon, but it would be a stretch if he wanted to get any laundry done. And, Christ, that was a chore he couldn’t delay for another week. He liked those pants. More importantly, he now knew just how much Sirius liked them.

Something stirred in his belly at the thought. Warm hands cupping his ass and sliding over his flanks with astonishing care. Sirius had felt him up enough that he could probably make a Model Magic version of Remus’ body on touch alone—and wasn’t that a thing to picture. Somewhere between rounds two and three, Remus remembered kissing the backs of Sirius’ thighs. Pale skin and dark hair above the bare, sensitive bend of his knees. They slotted so well in his palms. Sirius had looked like glory itself when he peeked over his shoulder to look.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Remus jumped. “What? Nothing. Sorry, nothing, why?”

“You’re all frowny.”

Thank god for that. “Just…the day.”

A vague and reliable excuse. Layla snorted. “Tell me about it.”

There will never be a day when I tell you about this. Remus hoped his laugh didn’t come out too strained. “Seriously.”

They took the next turn a little wider, sending their final two ointment boxes sliding out of place. He fixed them blindly while the city center rolled past through the back windows. Did Sirius still have scratch marks on his upper thighs?

Another bump knocked the thought from his head. “We’re home,” Leo singsonged from the driver’s seat. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the showers, wondering why I chose this life path.”

“Mood,” Layla mumbled.

“I’m also Grubhubbing a sundae, and you can’t stop me.”

One of the last functioning neurons in Remus’ head lit up. “Get me one.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Get your own.”

“I’m your boss.”

“You make more money than me.”

“Yes, let me flaunt my extra fifty cents an hour,” he countered dryly. “Every night, I rub my quarters together, just to flex on you. That beautiful sound of a handful of nickels.”

“…I’ll see what they have.”

“Good rookie.”

He didn’t wait for the ambulance to stop before opening the doors. The familiar ka-chunk of the lock coming free was music to his ears—a sweet, sweet anthem of freedom, the promise of a lukewarm cup of coffee and a maybe-stale donut from the break room.

And Sirius.

Sirius, sitting on one of his packed and labeled inventory bins.

Remus stared.

“Remus?”

“Go ahead,” he said absently. “I’ll catch up.”

Layla hopped out with a groan. Six hours was a long time to be up and down. Remus was sure his feet would ache the same when he stood. If he stood. Sirius’ hair stuck up at the back, like he’d been running his hands through it.

Remus loved when he did that.

He just. He really did like him, quite a lot.

Keep me.

What had he been thinking? Six hours was a long time to wait. He had told Sirius he’d be right back. It was his day off; why hadn’t he left after it was clear Remus wouldn’t return?

He supposed he could ask the same question about that morning. God, could it really only have been a few hours since he felt Sirius’ bare chest against his own? They had practically been spooning with how tight they were tangled in each other when he woke. Remus hardly remembered falling asleep, only aware of the pleasant ache in his muscles and the humming pleasure in his belly. Pure satisfaction. Pure comfort, at having Sirius hold him like more than a friend.

He watched Leo wander off. Sirius didn’t seem to have noticed. He didn’t so much as flinch when Remus stumbled off the rig and beelined for him, not until Remus stopped in front of him, unsure what to say. I want you I like you I’m sorry please kiss me again, I still get goosebumps thinking about the way your mouth tastes with adrenaline.

Sirius blinked up at him, full lips and glossy lashes. His bone structure was fucking criminal. “You’re back,” he said, so soft and sweet and genuinely happy that Remus’ stomach flopped over itself. Sirius stood, tucking his phone into his pocket without a second glance at it. He was just—big. And tall. And gorgeous. Remus now knew precisely how solid his chest was, and how nice it was to kiss. “Did you have a good day?”

Remus stepped forward and planted his face directly into that chest.

“Oh,” Sirius laughed. It vibrated against his forehead; he closed his eyes. Arms came up around him, hands settling at his nape and the small of his back. He knew he smelled awful. Sirius didn’t seem to care as a tentative kiss nestled on the top of his head and melted Remus’ insides out his throbbing feet.

He sighed. Sirius smelled all warm and spicy. Detergent, cologne, or simply the way he was? Remus couldn’t wait to find out. “This is nice.”

“Yeah.” The delight was back. Sirius pushed the breath from his lungs on a squeeze. “Yeah, it is. I like this.”

“I’m gonna kiss you,” Remus mumbled. “Gonna kiss you so good. Just…two seconds.”

“You can kiss me whenever you want.”

“Two seconds.” It was so dark in his new haven. Sirius’ lungs moved calmly, steadily. His heart rate was a little fast, but nothing to worry about. Remus let his ears go foggy and pressed closer, nuzzling into the space between his collarbones.

Sirius kissed the top of his head again, less hesitant this time, before resting his chin there. “Long day?” he asked after several seconds. Remus hummed. “Sounded like you guys didn’t get much of a break.”

“Mhmm.” He turned his head to the side and rubbed his cheek over Sirius’ sternum. He couldn’t count the number of times they had sat together on the couch or at the table or in the window seat, legs intertwined while they worked through their days. Separate snacks at first, then a single bowl to share once they knew each other’s favorites. It had been nice, to have someone there. Someone to talk to, someone to listen, someone who understood.

But this…this was so much better.

Sirius’ thumb stroked a short path along his spine. It zinged all the way into the base of Remus’ skull. “I sweated through your shirt,” he muttered, pushing his head further beneath Sirius’ chin. “After I stole it from you by accident. Sorry. I’ll wash it.”

He felt Sirius’ smile on his temple. “Keep it. Looks better on you.”

“Think I left mine at your place.”

“Guess you’ll just have to come back and get it,” Sirius whispered playfully. Remus couldn’t help a grin, raising his head despite the pounding drowsiness behind his eye—he had barely opened his mouth to retort when there were lips brushing his own, a wordless request. He granted it easily.

This was different than the rushed promise on the ambulance. Different than last night’s smoky, need-fueled passion. He let Sirius lead, tender and questioning, then pushed into it a little more. Have it, he tried to say. Take it all, it’s been yours for a while. The words may not work, but he was willing to bet Sirius would understand anyway. His lower lip was chapped on one side when Remus ran his tongue along the seam, giddy and dizzy with the kiss-buzz of chasteness.

“Hmm.”

That was good. It was all good, if Sirius would keep making noises like that. He brought his hands up to rest on narrow hips (marked with a tiny scar just above his thigh, which Remus was so fucking glad he knew now) and gave a little more, pushed a little harder. Sirius’ hand cupped his jaw and the right side of Remus’ brain powered down.

“Hm—wait, wait.”

His attempt to lick forward into Sirius’ mouth was stymied by sudden distance between them. Not far—he could still pick out each fleck of quicksilver in Sirius’ unfocused eyes—but far enough to be frustrating for the part of him that was enjoying turning his thoughts off. Remus went up on his toes for more, but Sirius pulled away. “What?” he whispered, though they were alone. “Did you—are you mad at me?”

“No,” Sirius said hurriedly. His hands soothed down Remus’ sides in a long drag that sent tingles through each cell. “God, no, I’m trying to—” His cheeks went a touch pink as he glanced around them and coughed lightly. “Uh, I’m trying to calm down.”

“Oh. Oh.”

Remus hadn’t even thought about that. He was pretty sure he was too tired for his body to consider arousal, aside from the inevitable spike of desire for a soft place to land for two to eight hours. Sirius’ mouth was so nice, his body so warm, that it was all too tempting to get lost in it.

Sirius’ tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. Well. Remus supposed he might be able to feel something other than pure exhaustion, if he tried. “What time do you get off?”

“Whenever you want me to,” Remus answered immediately, then felt himself redden at the arch of Sirius’ brows. “Fuck—sorry. Midnight. My shift’s done at midnight.”

The fingertips on his back had become an extraordinary distraction. Sirius looked almost shy, so at odds with the animated boy he knew against this backdrop that Remus wanted to memorize every inch of it. “Can I…” Sirius began, then trailed off as his blush darkened. His thumbs hooked around Remus’ hipbones and paused there, lingering on bare skin. “Can I maybe take you to dinner? Or a diner?”

“At midnight?”

“I know a couple places.”

Remus frowned. “You have work tomorrow.”

Sirius gave a sheepish half-shrug. “We could nap together. Today, I mean. If you want.”

“I smell horrible.”

“You smell fine.”

“I’m soaked in dry sweat.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I—” That was it for excuses. That was all he had. Every defense against Sirius was dust in the wind. He smiled, and stood on his toes again to kiss one scruffy cheek. “Yeah, sounds good. Let me wash my face and grab some water. I’ll meet you in the bunks.”

Sirius’ eyes crinkled, and Remus fell for him all over again. “I’ll be waiting.”

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #leo knut #layla #sweater weather #vaincre #coast to coast #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #firefighter/ emt au #fic o’ween 2023 #fluff

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