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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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I'm suddenly imagining Steve’s parents as James Marsters and Charisma Carpenter.

"Have you ever played the Floor is Lava game?" Eddie asked Steve.

They were lounging at Steve's house, watching TV when Eddie suggested the game. They had flipped through the channels, but they found nothing they wanted to watch at the moment.

"No," Steve scoffed. "What's that?"

"Oh, right. You're an only child with boring parents. My mom used to play it with me when I was little. The concept of the game is that you have to avoid touching the floor because it's made of Lava," Eddie grinned. "You wanna play?"

"Sure."

An hour later, pillows were rearranged on the floor as well as the furniture. They had been hopping around on them for a while now, Eddie telling an outlandish tale of Lava Pirates. Steve had made it safely to the couch, but Eddie was still on the coffee table. The pillows in between them had been knocked aside, and now Eddie had to make it from the coffee table to the couch. There was a huge gap.

"I don't think I'm going to make it. Tell everyone that I love them," Eddie said dramatically. "Go on without me!"

"Oh, for fu - just jump, Eddie!" Steve exclaimed.

Eddie jumped, his feet barely making it to the edge of the couch, and he almost stumbled into the Lava if it hadn't been for Steve grabbing the front of his shirt. Steve pulled him onto the couch and into his arms, wrapping one arm around his waist to stable him.

"My hero!" Eddie said, batting his eyelashes.

Eddie pressed his hands to Steve’s chest, breathing heavily as he stared into his eyes. They were both breathing heavily. Steve pulled him closer until their bodies were pressed together. He took the opportunity to kiss Eddie, pressing his lips gently against his. He smiled when he felt Eddie kiss him back. It was brief, though, because Eddie was suddenly pulling back.

"I'm sorry," Eddie said quickly. "I'm not like that. I mean, it's okay if you are, but I'm not - I'm not like that."

"Okay," Steve said, his voice filled with emotion, and he tried not to look at Eddie, his face red from embarrassment.

Eddie stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do as he watched his friend's eyes fill up with tears. He jumped down from the couch and started putting on his shoes.

"I'm going to go now," Eddie said, but Steve didn't say anything. "Uh, see you later."

Eddie started walking towards the door, and as he left, the last thing he heard was the sound of a sob coming from Steve. He hated that sound. Eddie's chest fluttered with this heavy weight, and he found it hard to breathe. He wasn't like that, was he? Shit, he needed to call Ronnie.

A couple of days later. . .

Steve thought he had been hiding his emotions all day at work, but apparently, he was wrong.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Robin asked as soon as they sat down for their break.

"What are you talking about?" Steve asked with a sigh.

"I mean. You've been in a mood all day. You were even rude to the customers," Robin said. "So, rude that they gave you looks, they made complaints to me. You even snapped at me earlier."

"I did?" Steve asked in surprise.

"What's going on?" Robin asked softly.

"I, uh, kissed Eddie," Steve revealed, fiddling with his lunch.

"Okay, so it didn't go well. What happened?" She asked.

He told her all about the game they played and how Steve had saved him. He trailed off near the end.

"We were wrong about him, Robin," he said.

"What?"

"He's not like us," Steve said, shrugging. "He told me. I just need some time to move on, get over him, and then we can go back to being friends. I just want him to be a part of my life, and I'll take whatever he can give me."

"No! No! He is like us! There's no way my radar is off about this," Robin frowned.

"It's okay, Robin. I'll be okay," Steve said.

"Are you sure he didn't kiss you back?" Robin asked.

"I didn't say that he didn't," he said.

"So, he did kiss you?" She asked.

"Yeah, but I'm sure it was like a reflex," Steve said.

"Okay. What did he say exactly after that?" Robin asked.

"He said that he wasn't like that, but it was okay if I was, but he just wasn't like that," Steve replied.

"Wait, so he said it twice?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, why?"

Robin frowned thoughtfully as she tapped her chin. She placed her hands on the table in front of him.

"Okay, I don't want to give you false hope, but maybe it was us who's the problem. We kind of assumed that Eddie's the kind of guy who always knew about himself like we did," Robin said. "But maybe that's not the case."

"Are you saying that I awakened something in him?" Steve said.

"It's a possibility," Robin said softly. "Maybe he just needs time."

Steve smiled, feeling a little more hopeful than he had in days. Yeah, he could give Eddie all of the time in the world.

A few days later. . .

Steve was sitting on the couch, pouting as he stared at the blank TV screen. Every so often, he would glance at the direction of the kitchen, where the phone was, and hoped it would ring. Maggie Harrington plopped onto the coffee table in front of her son and placed his feet in her lap.

"Whatcha doing, Bebie?" Maggie asked.

"Wishing that the phone would ring," Steve said.

"Well, you know what they say about a watched pot," Maggie chuckled, but Steve didn't laugh. "Honey, you have to give him more time than this. Not everyone is like us."

"I know," Steve frowned. "I just don't want to lose him."

"No matter what happens, he'd be an idiot not to be a part of your life," Maggie said.

Thunder clapped loudly outside, and suddenly, there came the sound of hard rain beating against the roof. Steve jumped, and Maggie squeezed his feet to calm him down. A few moments later, the front door opened and closed.

"Mags, do you know anything about this wet metalhead loitering about outside? I don't think he belongs to anyone. I don't see any tags. Do you think Steve might like him?" John asked.

He and Eddie appeared in the door, a wide grin on his face. Meanwhile, Eddie's eyes were wide as he looked at Steve, his hair dripping wet.

"Dad!" Steve exclaimed, blushing.

Eddie pulled crushed, wet flowers out of his vest and held them out for Steve.

"These are for you," Eddie said, and Steve took them with a smile.

"Aw, he got him flowers," Maggie said, cooing.

"Mom, Dad, can you give us a minute?" Steve asked.

"You're right, Steve, he is cute," Maggie said, flipping up her thumbs at him.

"Mom!" Steve yelled.

"Come on, Mags," John said, pulling her out of the room.

"I'm sorry about that. I didn't even think about if your parents even know about you," Eddie blushed.

"Oh, we know, and we were so proud of Bebie when he came out to us!" Maggie yelled from the hallway. "Besides, we're both lavender married. I'm a lesbian and John's gay!"

"Mom!"

"Sorry, son, she got away from me!" John called. "Slippery little witch."

"Bebie?" Eddie asked in amusement.

"When I was little, I had this lisp, and I would pronounce my name like Stebe," Steve rolled his eyes. "Then mom kind of ran with the name."

"And it was the cutest little lisp," Maggie said, popping her head in. "You should have seen him when he was little. He was such a mama's boy. You know, I have a picture of him, trying to walk around in my heels. It's so - "

"Mom! Please!" Steve yelled, torn between laughing and crying.

"Mrs. Harrington - " Eddie started to say.

"Maggie," she corrected with a grin.

"Maggie, you know, if you wanted to talk about how cute Steve is, then we can have lunch, and you can tell me all the embarrassing stories about him then?" Eddie asked with a grin. "Okay?"

"Okay!" Maggie exclaimed and left the room.

"Sorry about them," Steve said, shaking his head.

"So, if they're, uh, lavender married, how did - " Eddie started to say.

"I'm adopted," Steve said.

"Ah," Eddie said, and suddenly, he pulled a rock out of his pocket. "I also found this because it reminded me of your eyes."

"Thanks," Steve said, grinning, clutching it to his chest.

"Look, when I said I wasn't like that, I thought that I wasn't like that, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I really am like that. It wasn't just because so many people assume that about me. I always scoffed at them because I'm a freak, so that must mean I must be like that too, right? You came into my life and woke me up. I've always been like that, I just didn't want to recognize it because I'm already different enough, even though I know that there's nothing wrong with being different," Eddie said. "I want to be with you, but I'm still sort of figuring things out."

"We can take things as slow as you want," Steve said.

"A little kiss wouldn't be too fast, though," Eddie grinned as he took Steve’s hands in his.

Steve leaned forward and kissed him gently, pulling him close. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Eddie's.

"I think we can tell your parents to come back in now," Eddie laugh.

"Mom, Dad!" Steve called out.

Maggie came in with a pile of clothes and a towel.

"I brought you some clothes and something to dry off with," Maggie said.

"Thanks, I had completely forgotten that I was dripping on your carpet," Eddie said cheerfully.

When he came back, dressed in Steve's sweats, he plopped down next to Steve on the couch and snuggled into his arms.

"So, Steve always complained about how you guys are away a lot and how much he misses you," Eddie said. "Like an idiot, I assumed the worst. I think that's because of my own shitty dad, so I apologize because you guys are awesome."

"Well, the last few years have kind of been difficult," John replied. "We've been trying to retire my dad's insurance company for a while now so we can spend more time with Steve, but my partner of 15 years who has occasionally been my partner on and off as well, revealed to me that he's been embezzling from the company over the last few years so we have been trying to clean that mess up. We were supposed to hand over the company over to him, and now that's all fucked up. So, we have also been looking for a suitable and trustworthy replacement to take over the company that my dad built from the ground up, a company my dad built to be inclusive for everyone."

"Shit, that fucking sucks," Eddie said with wide eyes.

"It does fucking suck," John sighed. "But Steve and Mags here have been my rock. Couldn't get through this without them."

There was silence for a while and then Eddie leaned forward with a smirk.

"So, Maggie, where is this picture of Steve in your heels that you spoke of?" Eddie asked, and John laughed while Maggie shrieked.

"I'm going to get the photo album," she said and jumped up.

"You're in for it now, son," John said.

"Mom! Please!"

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 3 months

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very self indulgent but i keep thinking about this scenario and its so silly, may i request a reader who's been somehow isekai'd (basically transported) into stardew and is proper down bad (or in other words; a massive crush) for magnus?

I have to say, I've never been a fan of isekai (not that I don't like it, I've just never been interested in that genre). But it turned out to be a lot of fun to write about this situation. I hope it didn't come out too mixed, it's just my first time writing stories in this genre. Thank you so much for the ask, anon! 😊💕

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You wake up on the grass near some strange bus stop. No one is around, your head is spinning, and you can't remember what happened. Here you were walking home from a boring job late at night to have dinner, go to bed in your small apartment alone and go to work again and so on until retirement. Suddenly - it's all gone dark and now you're standing outside the bus stop.

Hello, anybody here?

"Oh, you must be [Y/n]!" Finally, at least there's someone around, it's getting lonely and- Wait, how does that red-haired woman know your name?

"I'm Robin, local carpenter. Our mayor asked me to meet you and escort you to your new home!"

New what? Alas, before you could even say anything, the mysterious woman took you to an old ruin that she apparently called "your home".

"Ah, our new farmer!" And who's that old fart? Wha- what farmer?

"Nice to meet you! I'm Lewis, the mayor. Your Grandpa probably have told you about your farm back then".

But I don't... Grandpa's farm? You tried to say something, but you were interrupted again.

"Here's your new home! There is a shipping bin nearby, you can sell your farm products. Welcome and go ahead - get to know your new community!" As you stand there in shock, both strangers walk away.

What the fuck, you thought. Why does everyone think I'm the new farmer? And why did those two bring me to an old house with no furniture except a bed and a TV on the floor? No kitchen? And no toilet??? What the hell do you mean parsnip seeds?! Am I supposed to clear this whole farm of rocks and bushes with a rusty pickaxe and a flooded scythe???

You decide not to panic and play up the situation a bit to figure out where you are and how you can get back home, because the whole thing is a huge misunderstanding. At the same time ask around to the locals, what is this area? Stardew Valley? Huh...

"Playing along with the situation" became a bit more difficult, because you had to really learn the basics of growing crops, the local fisherman gave you an old fishing rod for some damn reason, and then on the fifth day of this hell you have no money left even for food and have to pick berries in the forest (wow, what a life!). After entering the Community Centre and getting to know the "apples" creatures you already doubt your own sanity.

The next day you get an mail from.... Ras-mo-di-us? Ok, weird. Asking you to come to his "magic tower". What this locals are smoking in here is a mystery of the universe, definitely. Anyway, you have no choice but to head to that very tower.

Flowers all around, the whole room is foggy, it smells weird, and it's also hot - it looks like some kind of drug den... So where's the weirdo?

"I've been waiting for you, young [Y/n]."

Oh, no, he's hot.

You wanted to slap your head. You're lost, you don't know what's going on or where you are, you're cursing all this farm work, the locals are weird, and this is some suspicious-looking bloke, and your first thought is "oh no, he's hot"? There's definitely some weird drugs in the air...

Look, you tried to keep your voice as calm as possible, I don't think I'm from this universe.

"I know, young fool". The fuck, what now? Well, bring me back!

"Alas, I don't have that kind of magic yet, it takes time and rare resources. For now.... You should be what the people of Pelican Town think you are."

Oh, that's just fantastic!

Running after the crows that ruined your crops, pulling an old can of local cola out of a fishing rod hook, walking with tired hands after cutting down some trees, screaming in the Mines, escaping from slimes and bats, making ingots for necessary machines until night.... And you've got some kind of magic now. A quiet country life, nothing fancy.

Then there's that annoying supermarket, which reminds you painfully of that boring old office job....

Although, the locals here are mostly friendly.... They see that you're uncomfortable in your new community and try to make you feel at home. You really appreciated it, and tried your best for them in return by listening to their stories or giving those leftovers of a successful harvest. Your skills grew, you had already made friends with everyone in the Valley, and even kicked that stupid Joja company out of town. Little funny Junimos, hee-hee!

In particular you became close to Magnus (Rasmodius' first name). Even though it was hard for you to still believe in magic, but his talk about parallel worlds, his fascination with magical plants, his talking, his laugh, his looks (dilf material, oh my!), his kind heart and his pride in new spells and magical protection of the Valley from monsters.... You fell in love with him.

And after some conflicting thoughts about whether you're allowed to fall in love with anyone here if this isn't your world? But you have long been part of this world, part of this cosy and friendly community, part of this incredible and magical world.

All dreamy thoughts were gone when Magnus announced to you in a ringing voice that he'd found a way to get you home.

Home?, you repeated. But I'm already home.

And you just kissed Magnus, the die is cast. If he refuses, if he turns his back on you, it'll be hard for you to bear. But Magnus, oddly enough, returned the kiss.

"Then... The choice is made. I was afraid that... I fell in love with you as well, and that you would have to leave forever. But now... Now..."

He didn't have time to finish, because you kissed him again, more passionately this time.

Insert subtitles, ladies and gentlemen, for here is the happy ending.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sdv #thanks for the ask!#magnus x reader #stardew valley

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tu-sugar-mami · 2 years

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Oh but to be a humble carpenter on the village, barely surviving by the day with the the few gigs you have until one day your salvation comes in the form of a fancy envelope with a very well known wax seal. One of the Lords that rule the village, none other that the Alcina Dimitrescu, has ordered a new vanity desk from you. You of course give the best craft your hands are able to offer. The day of the delivery you don't expect to meet the Lady, but as if luck would have it, you are sent by the daughters to the woman's chambers only to be surprised by how pleasant company she is. You leave the castle with the promise of a new order. Sure enough, a few days later you find another envelope with the same wax seal, asking for the same piece of furniture, though this order is more specific. Sturdy and heavier is something you can do, and your hands are soon at work. The pleased smirk of the matriarch is worth every sweatdrop on your forehead, and you can't help but to smile. You're sent home after a nice afternoon touring most of the castle with the Lady as your guide, of course with another promise of a new order. A few weeks without a word from the Dimitrescu and you resign yourself that she'll never contact you again, until you come home from your trip to the forest to restock your wood supply and and find another envelope on the door. This time, the order is quite astonishing; a large quantity of same sturdy and big in size vanity desks. For what? You don't know and sure as hell won't ask. It takes you longer than you'd like, but the order is done and though you struggle to get the furniture uphill all the way to the castle, you manage. Later in the lady's chambers it appears that the Lady senses your curiosity, for she explains that some of the lycans have giving her problems near her property and she "accidentally" found out that throwing vanities at them would keep them at bay, something you didn't expect. She also admitted taking an interest in you and your work, and ordering from you gave her excuses to see you more often. A few months later, laying on your beloved's lap, she'd confess that she saw you on the forest weeks prior to that first order and the tune you were singing caught her attention, and from then on she'd take long strolls near the clearing in hopes of seeing you again. You'd find yourself blushing before kissing your lover's hand and thanking the gods for being favored with such luck.

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New dlc trailer and mercenaries mode gave me an idea

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #re8 #alcina x reader #my fic #lady dimitrescu x reader

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rainbowfic · 9 months

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Today's prompt list is: Avocado

Theme: Music 1. The full moon is calling / The fever is high / And the wicked wind whispers / And moans - The Eagles: One Of These Nights

2. And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune / Then the piper will lead us to reason / And a new day will dawn for those who stand long / And the forests will echo with laughter - Stairway to Heaven: Led Zeppelin

3. All the people we used to know / They're an illusion to me now / Some are mathematicians / Some are carpenter's wives / Don't know how it all got started - Bob Dylan: Tangled Up In Blue

4. There's room at the top they are telling you still / But first you must learn how to smile as you kill / If you want to be like the folks on the hill - John Lennon: Working Class Hero

5. Heard the singers playin', how we cheered for more / The crowd had rushed together tryin' to keep warm / Still the rain kept pourin', fallin' on my ears / And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival: Who'll Stop The Rain

6. The exodus is here / The happy ones are near / Let's get together / Before we get much older - The Who: Baba O'Riley

7. Keep me in a daydream / keep me goin' strong / You don't wanna save me / sad is my song - Stevie Wonder: Superstition

8. But oh how it feels so real / Lying here with no one near / Only you and you can hear me / When I say softly, slowly - Elton John: Tiny Dancer

9. What'll you do when you get lonely / And nobody's waiting by your side? / You've been running and hiding much too long / You know it's just your foolish pride - Derek and the Dominos: Layla

10. Now she walks / through her sunken dream / To the seat with the clearest view / And she's hooked to the silver screen / But the film is a saddening bore / For she's lived it ten times or more / She could spit in the eyes of fools - David Bowie: Life On Mars

11. Then the door was open and the wind appeared / The candles blew then disappeared The curtains flew then he appeared / saying don't be afraid /Come on baby... and she had no fear - Blue Oyster Cult: (Don't Fear) The Reaper

12. Seeing her skin feeling silky smooth / Colour of cafe au lait / Made the savage beast inside / Roaring till it cried More, More, More / Now he's at home doing 9 to 5 /Living his brave life of lies - Patti Labelle: Lady Marmalade

13. This city desert makes you feel so cold / It's got so many people but it's got no soul / And it's taken you so long to find out you were wrong / When you thought it held everything - Gerry Rafferty: Baker Street

14. Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions / I keep my visions to myself / It's only me / Who wants to wrap around your dreams and... /Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? - Fleetwood Mac: Dreams

15. Too hot, too greedy / How could you leave me / When I needed to possess you? / I hated you. I loved you, too. - Kate Bush: Wuthering Heights

16. There is no pain, you are receding /A distant ship smoke on the horizon / You are only coming through in waves / Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying - Pink Floyd: Comfortably Numb

17. Love is an angel disguised as lust / Here in our bed until the morning comes / Come on now try and understand / The way I feel under your command - Pattie Smith: Because the Night

18. But there are times that you feel you're part of the scenery / All the greenery is comin' down, boy / And then your wife seems to think you're part of the / furniture oh, it's peculiar, she used to be so nice - Supertramp: Take The Long Way Home

19. But what a fool believes he sees / No wise man has the power to reason away/ What seems to be / Is always better than nothing - The Doobie Brothers: What A Fool Believes

20. You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name / It felt good to be out of the rain / In the desert you can remember your name / 'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain - America: Horse With No Name

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the-birth-of-art · 1 year

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On the occasion of Pat Robertson's death....

"To a Contemporary Bunkshooter" (aka "To Billy Sunday")

by Carl Sandburg, 1915

YOU come along … tearing your shirt … yelling about Jesus.

Where do you get that stuff?

What do you know about Jesus?

Jesus had a way of talking soft and outside of a few bankers and higher-ups among the con men of Jerusalem everybody liked to have this Jesus around because he never made any fake passes and everything he said went and he helped the sick and gave the people hope.

You come along squirting words at us, shaking your fist and calling us all dam fools so fierce the froth slobbers over your lips… always blabbing we’re all going to hell straight off and you know all about it.

I’ve read Jesus’ words. I know what he said. You don’t throw any scare into me. I’ve got your number. I know how much you know about Jesus.

He never came near clean people or dirty people but they felt cleaner because he came along. It was your crowd of bankers and business men and lawyers hired the sluggers and murderers who put Jesus out of the running.

I say the same bunch backing you nailed the nails into the hands of this Jesus of Nazareth. He had lined up against him the same crooks and strong-arm men now lined up with you paying your way.

This Jesus was good to look at, smelled good, listened good. He threw out something fresh and beautiful from the skin of his body and the touch of his hands wherever he passed along.

You slimy bunkshooter, you put a smut on every human blossom in reach of your rotten breath belching about hell-fire and hiccupping about this Man who lived a clean life in Galilee.

When are you going to quit making the carpenters build emergency hospitals for women and girls driven crazy with wrecked nerves from your gibberish about Jesus—I put it to you again: Where do you get that stuff; what do you know about Jesus?

Go ahead and bust all the chairs you want to. Smash a whole wagon load of furniture at every performance. Turn sixty somersaults and stand on your nutty head. If it wasn’t for the way you scare the women and kids I’d feel sorry for you and pass the hat.

I like to watch a good four-flusher work, but not when he starts people puking and calling for the doctors.

I like a man that’s got nerve and can pull off a great original performance, but you—you’re only a bug-house peddler of second-hand gospel—you’re only shoving out a phoney imitation of the goods this Jesus wanted free as air and sunlight.

You tell people living in shanties Jesus is going to fix it up all right with them by giving them mansions in the skies after they’re dead and the worms have eaten ’em.

You tell $6 a week department store girls all they need is Jesus; you take a steel trust wop, dead without having lived, gray and shrunken at forty years of age, and you tell him to look at Jesus on the cross and he’ll be all right.

You tell poor people they don’t need any more money on pay day and even if it’s fierce to be out of a job, Jesus’ll fix that up all right, all right—all they gotta do is take Jesus the way you say.

I’m telling you Jesus wouldn’t stand for the stuff you’re handing out. Jesus played it different. The bankers and lawyers of Jerusalem got their sluggers and murderers to go after Jesus just because Jesus wouldn’t play their game. He didn’t sit in with the big thieves.

I don’t want a lot of gab from a bunkshooter in my religion.

I won’t take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth and never cherishes any memory except the face of the woman on the American silver dollar.

I ask you to come through and show me where you’re pouring out the blood of your life.

I’ve been to this suburb of Jerusalem they call Golgotha, where they nailed Him, and I know if the story is straight it was real blood ran from His hands and the nail-holes, and it was real blood spurted in red drops where the spear of the Roman soldier rammed in between the ribs of this Jesus of Nazareth.

#carl sandburg #to a contemporary bunkshooter #pat robertson #billy sunday

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lwfics · 5 months

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my little fighter (Joel x Reader)

Hi! :-) I posted this fic on AO3 a few days ago. This is the first chapter. If you read it, I hope you enjoy it :-)

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Explicit Feel-good Heartwarming Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us) Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Emotional Hurt/Comfort Soft Joel reader has anxiety Porn with Feelings Reader is in her late 20s Virgin Reader First Time

Chapter 1

You and Joel were sitting in his four-seat sofa, about 18 inches apart. This distance was considered social space and you had never dared to close it, fearing that you would make him uncomfortable.

It was different when you went for a jog together. Those slow runs gave you an adrenaline rush and released tension in your muscles. Joel also looked more relaxed during your running sessions. He would stroke your back or your arm as both of you traded jokes o made a pause to catch your breath.

Coming over to his place and sitting in his sofa felt different, even though you always left before the sun set. Joel lived alone on the outskirts of the town, near the woods. His house was big; you liked it. Dark wood furniture, stone fireplaces and large windows. It was often silent. Joel had a TV, but he’d admitted that he only turned it on when you watched movies together.

Today he had rented a sci-fi movie at the video store. You weren’t very familiar with sci-fi movies or books, but Joel had said that he thought you’d like this one. The summary sounded good. It was a feel-good space adventure, and the main characters were a man and his adoptive child.

“Wait, I got you something,” you said before he opened the case. You bent over to pull a wrapped package out of your bag. You had butterflies in your stomach when you looked back at Joel. It was the first time you bought something for him. “I hope you like it.”

“A gift?” His eyes lit up.

The sleeves of his sweater were rolled up to his elbows. He was tall and broad, with dark brown eyes and streaks of silver hair in his head and stubble. He was handsome.

He leaned in and took the package from your hands. His thumbs brushed against your fingers, and you stopped breathing for a moment. It was the first time he touched your hands. You averted your gaze, feeling like you were entering a new territory.

His hands were big and dexterous, used to lifting heavy weights and doing meticulous crafts. He worked as a carpenter with his brother Tommy.

Last year, they built you a headboard and a bookshelf. That was how you had met them. You came from a big city. You had chosen this place because of its slow living lifestyle and close-knit community. You still didn’t feel part of the community, but you knew those things took time. The dwellers of this time were wary of strangers, and Joel wasn’t an exception.

On his last birthday you weren’t well-acquainted with him. You had learned it was his birthday by chance, as you ran into him at the grocery store. It had been shortly after he and Tommy built you the headboard and bookshelf. You had wished him a happy birthday, and he had murmured a thank you and given you a polite nod.

It had been only four months since you had first gone for a jog together, and two months since he had first invited you over to his place.

“Will you give me a clue?” Joel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You glanced at him. He was still holding the wrapped package in his hands, and now there was a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

You didn’t want him to expect something huge. He would be disappointed.

“It’s just something practical. I got the idea the last time I visited your workshop.”

He flashed you a grin. “My workshop, uhmm? So it’s something related to my job. Is this the keys to a new trunk?”

“Sure,” you laughed. “Keep dreaming.”

You couldn’t even afford to buy a used motorbike.

His lips twitched. “Shame.”

Your eyes fell upon the nearest window as he unwrapped the gift. You wanted to give him some privacy, in case he didn’t like the gift and tried to mask his disappointment.

Winter was around the corner. You could see the moisture condensed in the glass windows. The maples and oaks had already lost their leaves. Recently in your morning walks you had seen the tree branches and shrubs covered in frost.

There was something magical in cozying up with a cup of hot chocolate or tea and watching a period drama o reading a novel. You also loved wearing cozy sweaters and sheep fur boots.

His voice interrupted your thoughts again:

“A wood chisel set.”

You risked a glance at him. Joel was looking down at the box. You couldn’t see his gaze, but you could see his right hand running along the different carving tools.

“It’s just a modest chisel box,” you said.

He turned his head and looked at you. Raw emotions sparked in his eyes. You had never seen that expression on his face.

He moved closer to you. His right knee brushed against your leg, and your heart skipped a beat. He didn’t move. The social space had vanished. This was personal space.

His voice sounded a little raspy. “It’s perfect.”

You swallowed, not knowing where to look. Your gift wasn’t anything special, but it had moved him.

You looked down at the box in his hands and swallowed again. “I’m… I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it.” He set it down on the end table with care.

You took a deep breath. Okay, now things would go back to normal. You would watch the movie together, each one on either side of the sofa, and he would take you home afterwards. It was not like you didn’t want things to change, but you were afraid of ruining your friendship.

Joel pulled the movie out of the case, oblivious to your thoughts. The hem of his sweater flipped up as he put it on the DVD and pressed the play button, revealing his back. You averted your gaze; you didn’t want him to catch you staring.

“Alright, the movie is about to start,” he said. His knee touched your leg again when he placed the case on the end table.

You could feel the warmth of his body through the clothes. You didn’t dare to move. You heart was hammering in your chest, and you felt a tingling sensation in your belly. You wanted to cuddle up to him. It would easy, you would just have to lean a little closer to him.

You didn’t dare to do so.

You waited for him to say something to make you laugh and then return to his side of the sofa.

Instead, he put his aright arm around the back of the sofa and looked at you, his expression soft. His eyes were the colour of coffee beans. You had never stared into his eyes for so long. There was something comforting, something peaceful in them.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone gentle.

You nodded, not trusting your own voice when he was this close.

You heard the opening intro of the movie. You didn’t know if you were glad that the movie was about to start or if you were disappointed.

Joel flashed you a charming smile. “Don’t fall asleep.”

You gave him a light tap on the shoulder, rolling your eyes, and he laughed.

His laughter was one of your favourite sounds in the world.

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41 AGAIN and a tad archaeological again but. Near Stonehenge is Silbury Hill, a historical mound originall probably chalk-faced. Some awful victorian thought it was a barrow full of treasure and dug a tunnel into it's centre and found... nothung. But this damaged it and a few years ago they did a rescue dig to fix it and get soil samples. From this they discovered that it was a series of mounds, built bigger on each other ... and there were ants trapped between two layers.

Ants have pretty specific life cycles, especially male ants which these were - these were winged young males, which meant they knew the specific season the second mound layer began construction - iirc spring.

Anyway if I may ask pretty please for perc'ahlia?

There are ants in the castle and Percival is just about to start shooting holes in the walls to get them out.

Well. That would be counterproductive - the reason the ants are a problem at all is because they’re eating the wood. And the walls are stone, anyways, so he would just make a mess of things and ruin everyone’s day - insects and his own.

Carpenter ants. Fat, black and with massive mandibles for their size, the faintest of hairs on their shiny abdomens. He knows, having caught a few and peered at them through a few lenses of his glasses. Must have made him look so very alien.

As the name implies, they burrow through wood. Which means finding one, two in the kitchens, making off with crumbs, was a bad sign. And finding neat lines of them down corridors, vanishing here and there, was worse.

These little - little invaders are running amok in his castle and he will not stand for it.

“They’re just ants, dear,” Vex had teased, late one evening.

Percy couldn’t begrudge her the joking - she returned from her hunt to find him crouched and scowling at a little hole he had found, certain he had seen the distinct sawdust they discarded. Just investigating if this was an active tunnel - which meant folding himself under furniture on the ground, a candle near to hand to light the issue.

“Carpenter ants.” His teeth are grit not at her - gods no - but at the odd angle as he peers under the dresser. Raises his voice to carry out of this ordeal of his own making: “They’ll eat through the wood, dear.”

“Castle Whitestone is… stone, right?” He can hear her head cocking.

Can’t sigh or it might disturb them. Come on out, now, just so he can know.

“The walls, yes - but much of the floor and some walls have wood paneling. Not to mention the furniture, and simply how unsanitary it is to have them in the kitchen.”

The shift of clothing as Vex rids herself of her armor, comes to settle near him. “We could toss out anything afflicted, darling - it’s the best way to deal with an infestation. Surely local carpenters would appreciate the commission of new pieces.”

Now he really grits his teeth. “I can’t throw it all out,” Percy confesses. Quietly, to not disturb the ants. Quietly, to not disturb the memories. “It’s - they’re old, Vex. Older than I. These pieces survived them, too. Survived our antics, and father’s terrible choice in decor.”

“Oh.”

There’s a tug on the back of his shirt. “Darling? Come on out of there - I can’t drag you.”

Percy obliges. It takes some wiggling, and perhaps a little writhing - the ants have it so easy - to back out of the space he’s crammed himself into. Find himself crammed into Vex’ahlia’s arms instead - kneeling next to him, pulling him into a hug.

“I’ll fight for them,” she murmurs into his hair. She smells like living wood and living mosses and living waters. “I’m sure we can figure out something to get rid of these pests without damaging the furniture.”

“Thank you.”

Vex hums - he can feel her smile as he relaxes into her hold. “As Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt,” she says, “it’s my job to protect Whitestone from dangerous animals and the like. Ants count, if they’re threatening family antiques.”

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)

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Spring Eternal- 3

The next day, she kept her word and returned. Tam was waiting for her on the steps outside. He looked tired, worried, but he rose when he saw her coming.

“Good morning,” he said hesitantly.

“Good morning,” she responded.

“Um,” he hesitated, “How did you sleep?”

“Fine,” she said plainly. Then, she looked at the house, “This place is a wreck.”

He hung his head a little, antlers still tall above him, “I… I haven’t been having the best time. I’ve done a lot wrong.”

She stared at him for a moment, “New addition to our deal.”

He looked up at her.

“No more breaking things when you’re upset either. That’s not good for you. Or your house.”

He nodded slowly. She started making her way up the steps to the grand castle, “Come on,” she told him, “Let’s go see what we can fix.” He followed her dutifully up the stairs.

They went from room to room, looking for what looked the least destroyed. Finally, the found a room that had a broken window and some broken furniture, but was the least destroyed.

“Okay,” she said, “let’s start here. My father was a carpenter, and some days I’d help him in the shop, so I can at least repair some things. Let’s put that strength of yours to good use.”

She found some old tools in a closet near the kitchen and brought them back to the room she had found. Together, they worked. She showed him how to hammer the legs back on the chairs and tables. He held up the bed so she could fix the broken frame. It was late in the day before they stopped to eat. He didn’t have much, but she found eggs and bread, so she instructed him to make a fire and she cooked them on the hot stones around the ring.

“You know,” he told her slowly, “in fae rituals, giving your mated male food is supposed to be a symbol that you accept your mating.” She noticed he looked like he regretted admitting it, “I won’t presume, however,” he told her, “I’m sure you have no intention-“

“Well, it’s not like I have anywhere else to be. Might as well be mated with you.” She have him the bread and eggs that were his portion and he watched her eat her own as he took slow, cautious bites.

“And stop looking at me like that,” she said.

“Like what?” He asked.

“Like a glass doll. It irritates me to no end.”

He smiled a bit, “Sorry.”

And so they shared their first meal under the easy spring afternoon Sun. After a moment, Tamlin asked cautiously, “Will you be staying here then? Since we fixed a bedroom?”

She shook her head, “That’s for you. When was the last time you slept in a proper bed?”

He shrugged, “I’ve been a beast for so long, I can’t say I remember.”

She nodded, “Exactly. You deserve a bed, at least.”

He watched her closer than before for a moment, but satisfied, she noticed he stopped looking like she might shatter at any moment.

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Living Alongside Nature: Eco-Friendly Pest Control Options for Temecula Homes

Sharing your home with a loving family is a blessing, but unwelcome guests – the creepy, crawly kind – are not. Temecula's warm climate and access to natural areas create an ideal environment for a variety of pests. From ants and spiders to rodents and termites, these intruders can pose health risks, cause property damage, and disrupt your peace of mind.

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Identifying the Enemy: Common Temecula Pests

Knowing your enemy is the first step to winning the battle. Here's a look at some of the most frequent pest offenders in Temecula:

Ants: These social insects are notorious for forming colonies and invading homes in search of food and water. Common Temecula ant species include acrobat ants, carpenter ants, and odorous house ants.

Spiders: While most spiders are harmless, their presence can be unsettling. Black widows and brown recluse spiders are venomous and require professional pest control in Temecula if encountered.

Rodents: Rats and mice pose a significant health risk, contaminating food and surfaces with droppings and urine. They can also cause property damage by gnawing on wires and furniture.

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Bed bugs: These blood-sucking insects can infest furniture and bedding, causing itchy bites and disrupting sleep.

The Problems Pests Cause

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Health Risks: Rodent droppings and insect bites can transmit diseases like salmonella and hantavirus. Pests can also trigger allergies and asthma attacks.

Property Damage: Rodents can chew through wires, insulation, and furniture. Termites can cause significant structural damage, leading to costly repairs.

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Finding the Best Carpenter Ants Exterminator Near Me

Carpenter ants are more than just a nuisance; they can cause significant structural damage to your home if left unchecked. When facing an infestation, finding a reliable and effective carpenter ants exterminator is crucial. This guide will help you navigate the process of finding the best carpenter ants exterminator near me, ensuring that your home is protected from these destructive pests.

Understanding Carpenter Ants

Carpenter ants are large ants known for their wood-boring habits. Unlike termites, they do not eat wood but excavate it to create nests. This can lead to severe damage to wooden structures in your home, including beams, furniture, and other wooden elements. Identifying a carpenter ant infestation early is essential to prevent extensive damage.

Signs of a Carpenter Ant Infestation

Before contacting a carpenter ants exterminator, it's important to recognize the signs of an infestation. Common indicators include, Carpenter ants create wood shavings as they excavate, leaving behind frass, which resembles sawdust. Large black or reddish ants, particularly winged ones, inside your home can indicate an infestation. You might hear faint rustling noises coming from within walls or wooden structures as the ants tunnel. Wood with smooth, clean tunnels carved inside is a clear sign of carpenter ant activity.

Researching Carpenter Ant Exterminators

When looking for a carpenter ants exterminator near me, start by conducting thorough research. Here are some effective ways to begin, Websites like Yelp, Google Reviews, and Angie’s List provide valuable customer feedback. Look for exterminators with consistently high ratings and positive reviews regarding carpenter ant treatments. Check local business directories and pest control association websites for certified and reputable exterminators in your area. Ask friends, family, and neighbors if they have any recommendations. Personal experiences can provide trustworthy insights into the quality of service.

What to Look for in an Exterminator

When evaluating potential exterminators, consider the following criteria, Ensure the exterminator specializes in carpenter ant control and has several years of experience. Verify that the exterminator is licensed and certified by relevant pest control authorities. This ensures they adhere to industry standards and regulations. A reputable exterminator should have liability insurance to cover any potential damages during the treatment process. Look for companies that offer guarantees or warranties on their work. This provides peace of mind that the problem will be resolved effectively.

Initial Consultation

Before hiring a carpenter ants exterminator, schedule an initial consultation to discuss your concerns and assess the infestation. Key questions to ask include, What is your experience with carpenter ant infestations? Can you provide references from previous clients? What treatment methods do you use for carpenter ants? How long will the treatment process take? What are the costs involved, and what do they cover?

Treatment and Prevention

Understanding the treatment process and preventive measures is crucial for long-term protection. Inquire about the following, Ask about the specific methods and products used. Effective treatments often involve a combination of baiting, spraying, and dusting to eliminate ants and their nests. Ensure the exterminator uses safe, environmentally friendly products, especially if you have pets or children. Determine if follow-up visits are included in the service to monitor the effectiveness of the treatment and address any recurring issues. Request recommendations for preventing future infestations, such as sealing entry points and maintaining proper sanitation.

Making Your Decision

After consulting with several exterminators, compare their quotes and services. While cost is a factor, it should not be the sole determinant. Consider the overall value, including the exterminator’s experience, reputation, and the comprehensiveness of their treatment plan.

Evaluating Customer Service

Customer service is a crucial aspect of any service-based business. Pay attention to the responsiveness, professionalism, and willingness of the exterminator to answer your questions and address your concerns. A company that values customer satisfaction is likely to provide better service.

Finalizing the Contract

Once you’ve chosen a carpenter ants exterminator, review the contract carefully. Ensure it includes all agreed-upon terms, such as the scope of work, treatment methods, costs, and warranty details. Don’t hesitate to ask for clarification on any points you don’t understand.

Monitoring and Maintenance

After the treatment, regular monitoring and maintenance are essential to ensure the infestation is fully eradicated and prevent future occurrences. Follow any advice given by the exterminator and schedule follow-up visits if necessary.

Home Maintenance Tips

Implementing preventive measures can significantly reduce the risk of future infestations. Some tips include, Inspect your home for cracks and gaps, particularly around windows, doors, and the foundation, and seal them to prevent ants from entering. Carpenter ants are attracted to damp wood. Fix any leaks and ensure proper ventilation in moisture-prone areas. Keep trees and shrubs trimmed and away from your home’s exterior to reduce ant access points. Keep firewood and other wooden materials away from your home and elevated off the ground.

Conclusion

Finding the best carpenter ants exterminator near me involves thorough research, careful evaluation, and asking the right questions. By taking these steps, you can ensure that you choose a reliable and experienced professional who will effectively address your carpenter ant problem. Protecting your home from these destructive pests requires prompt and decisive action, so don’t delay in seeking expert help. With the right exterminator, you can safeguard your property and enjoy peace of mind.

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