#i just like to have a cider or two in the sun with a book in the summer

[soldier-poet-king]

how soon after covid can i have booze, totally not asking bc i had bought a case of summer ciders and then IMMEDIATELY contracted The Plague

#the weather is HOT AND HUMID and THE SUN IS HERE i want my SUMMER DRINKS #also bc i get up SO EARLY for work i should not have even a single drink on weeknights bc im already just. bone dead tired #so i gotta cram all my summer relaxation into like. a 36 hr period each week #anyway am going to play dai now #the sun has set and it's also raining so no more chillin outside in the BLESSED HEAT #TO BE CLEAR i drink responsibly #i just like to have a cider or two in the sun with a book in the summer #i drink less in the winter ig bc im just. sad and cold.

[cowgirlcherrie]

𓏲 APPLE OF MY EYE ᵎᵎ secret admirer! abby anderson

synopsis: love is a free spirit; crushing is even harder. It all started with a special delivery of anonymous treats at your door. While you were yearning that it would be your best friend sending them to you.

song(s): apple cider by beabadoobee

*LYRICS ARE BOLDED

content: takes place in game universe. follows the events leading up to seattle day 1. violence. death. repetitive mentions of apples; eating them, imagery etc. mutual pinning. implied character death by end. blood. right person, wrong time. missed connection. kinda implied fem! reader. Joel death mention. death foreshadowing. intuitive knowledge of death. Closely follows the song.

WE BOTH LIKE APPLE CIDER

Crush and Crunch.

Crunching with your crush. 

It all sounded the same to you, the cracking of your vocal cords at the back of your throat pushing at enunciating every syllable in crush sounding like crunch; which were your teeth poking into an apple every Tuesday. Shiny Granny Smiths, on Tuesdays, Honeycrisps on Wednesdays, and Fuji on Fridays. 

You weren’t sure when the kitchen started getting apple deliveries; perhaps the never-ending garden of trees grown them with the perfect analytics to make sure they weren’t poisonous or synthetic apples but you weren’t complaining. The first time you tried an apple sounded ridiculous to say. Your first ever. You took the finely cut slice; detached from its core to your mouth, groaning in satisfaction as the flavors mixed together in your mouth like a rollercoaster. Juicy and bitter with a tinge of sweetness.  Just how you liked it.

Abby said they were even better with cinnamon. Rambling on about how sugar and spice equate to everything nice and the best finger-licking of your dreams. On apple days, during breakfast you found yourself sitting at a secluded table with Abby in front of you slicing the apples so they were easier to consume. Shared amongst the two of you as your hands reached for the same slices; Abby pulled her hand away to let you have the last. 

BUT YOUR HAIR BE SMELLING LIKE FRUIT PUNCH

You enjoyed these bittersweet moments; like the apples of course. The sun beamed on Abby’s face in marigold and marmalade, as her blonde locks blew in the air slightly disheveled from when she went on patrol that day. Her fresh scent of pine, and fruit blend from her hair which was refreshing and comforting you. She took a final bite before flipping the knife down to take it back to the utensil bin for washing. Where then the two of you would part ways. It was never awkward. Eating apples in silence; you mean — because Abby had a schedule more vigorous and deathly than yours and you had other businesses to attend to. But she never would miss out on an Apple time with you. 

AND I DON’T EVEN LIKE YOU THAT MUCH

You’ve grown suspicious in recent meters. You weren’t one to talk about love either but it somehow found some way to bite back at you like the juices of the apple splattering on your lips when you would eat them.

WAIT, I DO, FUCK.

It started with suspicious packages revealing themselves outside of your door, wrapped in a delicate ribbon, with a brown paper box tied off with the most absurd cursive handwriting that you could hardly read. But somehow making out, the delicate notion of

An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Xoxo, eyes from afar.

CALL ME, AT MIDNIGHT.

So as anyone else would, at midnight, you stomped your way to Abby’s door pounding your fist into the wood until she slammed it open looking at you in bewilderment. Toothbrush in between her lips scratching her teeth; scrubbing away at any build-up as she watched you. Notioning with her hands for you to speak. She looked carefree, laidback her hair was down and she looked as though she freshly showered. 

“Thanks for the gift” you smirk, holding up the box with randomized love and self-care books with an intact nail polish set that was on top. It was a variety pack, swishes of different shades of pink and white, and even nudes to go for a clear coat; like a puff of cotton candy.

You were flattered, naturally, it was a sweet gift like a candy cane in the sweet summer breeze you wanted to just rip it out of the packaging and have a go. You also never had someone be so considerate of you. Thinking to bring you back something so pure and valuable that surely wouldn’t collect dust but you would bring out every month. You would make sure it wasn’t forgotten.

Abby furrowed her eyebrows, holding up her pointer finger motioning – one minute, running to the sink and spitting out the toothpaste rinsing her mouth off. 

“I didn’t give you that.” Abby specified, taking a washcloth to wipe at her hands and around her mouth as she let you inside.

“C’mon Abs, even if you did that’s—”

“I didn’t give that to you.” Abby’s voice was more serious this time, stern and strict with some urgency. Not that she was being rude about it, but she was trying to get you off her case. After a long day of patrolling where she did find goodies you would like along with some ribbons from a craft store along the way, Abby got to work making you a sweet delivery. After all, you deserved it. 

“But who else would know I like apples besides you!”

“Manny, Mel, Nora, Ow–”

“Okay I didn’t ask for names.” You hushed, fiddling with the box in your hand as you looked at the treats inside. Biting at your lips, it was like being given a hug but the person who gave it to you disappeared before you can offer one better, or even fully wrap your arms around them to give one back.

“This was really sweet I just wish I could give something back.” You mumbled, tilting your head down to look at the books yearningly. Amidst the violence, the blood, and the chaos, you still loved and that was what pushed you forward. That was what erupted a fire in you; triggering your passion and jumpstarting your heart like cables to a car. 

“I think you shouldn’t worry about it,” Abby suggested, not looking at you but folding her laundry to put away for safekeeping.

“What?” 

“What.” Abby shot back, acting as if she didn’t say anything prior, but you heard her well. Your friend, heart, and soul were being shifty with you; acting as if she didn’t care about your treats or that you were being admired from afar by someone with a sweet gentle heart. 

“Nevermind I’m being silly” You confessed, taking your words back and turning on your heels to leave her room.

Abby wasn’t going to let you leave. Lips parted as she watched your feet get closer and closer to the exit of the door.

LETS GIVE, THIS, THING A TRY.

“Show me.” 

You stopped walking, turning around slowly on your heels. Part of you wished it was Abby, though she would never really know. You watched the way she looked at Owen with appreciation but also disgust. How her love turned to hatred and pain. Abby wasn’t focused on you, you would think.

Abby wasn’t focused on you.

“What?”

“I said show me,” Abby confessed, her voice as clear as day, “C’mere…” Abby patted the side of her bed where she sat comfortably. 

“G‘head tell me about it. I wanna see it too” Abby gave a smile. Truth is, behind her push n’ pull —  rigid love and aggression she still hoped for you. Amidst her passive-aggressiveness, she was giving the love she felt as though she would never feel again. The permanent hole in her heart that you kept on refiling and you didn’t even know. 

She didn’t want you to slip through the cracks of her fingers just yet. Hiding behind a mask, cowardly shying herself away from you. Owen wasn’t on her mind but having you think that especially as she set off on a spree for the man who killed Jerry, would fix that. You were a liability, she wouldn’t let you go. 

You made your way down the steps, to her bed tucked in the corner nook, sitting down as you opened the package. With that you started rambling, tossing the paper apart like a kid on Christmas, showing Abby the hardcover copies with a dopey smiley on your face. Abby couldn’t contain her own smile either. Watching as you went through each nail polish shade.

“Can I try these on you?” You held up a baby pink, it was in a ballet slipper shade, which would make a good neutral against her bright skin. 

Abby wasn’t going to resist, shrugging up her shoulders against her black long-sleeve shirt, pushing the shirt up on her arms, “Sure”

So you proceeded further with painting her nails that evening, toxic paint brushing on her fingers like a canvas —  while the two of you whisked away in laughter. It was like a red string wrapped around the two of your fingers, webbing you together and pulling you closer and closer until there was no gaps or lack of air. 

It was pure and for the moment you really valued it. What you didn’t know you had until it was gone. You wished you could have hugged her a little bit longer, and learned more about her besides what she was showing you at a service level. You wanted to know Abigail, not Abby. Before it was snatched away from you with the snap of the fingers. Get the gunpowder dust off the sea salt it was time for war. 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 

YOU SAID YOU LIKED MY HAIR, SO GO AHEAD AND TOUCH IT.

I like your hair today, and your necklace  xoxo, eyes from afar

Maybe it was the validation or the comments but you loved receiving the little notes wrapped in different color ribbons. Maybe you were looking forward to catching your second set of eyes. Lingering outside your door to see if they would show but it was always as if they knew your schedule. Catering to the perfect moments that you were gone to slip the delight at your door. 

The note of this week – bringing joyous to your being made you wear the delicate jewelry even more. At first, when you wore it, it was just a careless decision that you did for fun. Spontaneous and last minute as you untangled it in between your fingertips pulling out the birthstone necklace that was gifted to you from no other than Abby herself; weeks before the arrival of your secret admirer. But the moment you remembered, clasping it on around your neck was the moment you truly valued it even more. You were certainly never going to take it off. 

YOU SAID YOU LIKED THE JUMPER I WORE, SO I ALWAYS WORE IT.

But your bright radiating aura, evidently in hues of pink and purple; signs of love and wisdom was shortly dimmed by the chatter during your afternoon meal. You were set to follow Jordan to the Serevena, patrolling being the last thing you wanted to do of the evening. Endless pit in your stomach nothing felt right. The snap before everything fell apart. 

Out for blood, out for vengeance was Abigail Anderson who returned with blood on her hands. Murderer!Murderer! Red-handed girl with fury in her eyes and a golf club sharp at the end splattering everything into two. 

Wrecking havoc; causing destruction. 

That was all you heard from Jordan as you chewed through the same-old burrito that evening. That was enough to make your eardrums bleed. You could feel your heart in your ears jumping out of your chest at the whispers of Abby’s name, eyes darting from table to table to hear if anyone had caught wind of such a subject: 

I heard she… 

Can’t imagine that…

That’s terrifying…

No Abby mention.

Coincidentally amongst Abby’s absence; the snarky girl was gone with the wind, and so was your secret admirer. The deliveries stopped coming, you were alone, with a set of eyes ‘watching you’ and apples to now peel on your own. . . you found it odd, but one thing for sure was that Abby would hear from you later, where you would gush about this admirer of yours and what you imagined them to be.

IT’S REALLY NICE TO TALK TO YOU, IT’S REALLY NICE TO HOLD YOUR HAND

“Abs on a scale of 1-10 how attractive do you think my admirer is” You pondered, hands entangled in the pages of a fashion magazine. Fingers dusting away at the thin layer of grime and grey from the dust and dirt; signs of age.

“Probably like a 3” Abby confessed bluntly as she walked around her room moving vastly to pack away her belongings. 

Abby’s side of her room was neater in comparison to Manny’s, her laundry was folded, memories stored away for safekeeping, and everything was where it needed to be. Including your ribbon and the scissors she used — the bad duct tape she stole for security. 

“Really?”

“Okay, maybe a 5, it could well off be a creep,” Abby muttered as she continued to push different survival items into her bag, jacket first, followed by flashlights and extra batteries. 

“I don’t think it is though,” Abby froze, panicking instilling in her, it was like a vicious game of hot and cold, you creeping closer and closer to her and it was time for Abby to fall back and bring on the passiveness. 

“What?”

“I mean imagine this, they send me a final letter asking me to meet by the gardens where they reveal their identity to be no other than —”

“Save that for a fantasy, I’m leaving” Abby spat, cutting the happiness in the air with a thick knife which was her voice that evening. It felt like a safety net for her to drop off bad news right after you gave the good ones, almost debunking it creating a hostile environment, and shattering the rose-tinted glasses off. Then you remembered who you were talking to, what you were doing. A flower in the middle of an apocalypse, Abby being covered in thorns. 

“Is it because you killed that man”

“What makes you think it’s…who told you?” Abby furrowed her eyebrows stopping her movement to let you get a good look at her face.  Abby was looking you up and down like you ripped the bandaid off her arm like you were digging your fingers into a cut infecting it with your fingertips and any active bacteria. 

“Word travels around here pretty fast, this isn’t knew information”

A beat. And then another.

“Are you satisfied” You perk up, not breaking eye contact with the blonde in front of you. The fresh azul orbs dilating under the words that left your mouth. She looked at you with such admiration, but the mention of Jerry was enough to make Abby swing hard as she was back in the room holding her weapon of choice. Who was she to play god? Be the bearer of death? Call of evil? Abby thought back to what she was fighting for: was she satisfied? It wouldn’t bring her father back but there was a price on her head. Preferably until her life was obliterated and gone with her head. 

“Hmm”

“Because you don’t look satisfied” Your voice cracked, you were cutting into her skin and Abby was growing steadily uncomfortable, shifting her weight. Cracking her knuckles and rolling her head as she looked at you. Like a pretty Jem stone in a dimly lit room; all eyes on you she didn’t want to talk about this with you. Someone she was so emotionally connected with, god — anybody else but you.

“I…I need to go.” Abby stood up, swinging her backpack in her arms as you followed suit in the silence.

You stood up mimicking her actions taking your magazine in between your fingers and holding it close to your chest. 

“When will you be back?” you whispered, picking at the skin surrounding your nails as you rubbed your lips against each other as you rocked your body forward and backward. Abby’s eyes softened, looking at you up and down as she stuck her tongue in her cheek, clenching her jaw tightly. It almost pained her to say. 

AND EVEN IF WE’RE JUST FRIENDS, WE CAN BE, MORE THAN THAT.

“Soon…I hope, I’ll be back soon” Abby asserted. Abby bowed her head, cusping your cheeks in between her hands as she gave a chaste kiss to your cheek. Calloused fingers rubbing at your soft skin, It was a friendly thing, right? Nothing more?

She didn’t even like you that much.

But you on the other hand weren’t sure of your own feelings.

Like a tough game of tug-of-war, you wanted her, then you didn’t, then you couldn’t shake yourself out of it. You liked her and you wanted her. You wished and hoped that the admirer of yours would be her. The person you had sleepovers where you would laugh about your events and enjoy the delicacies delivered by your admirer you would have it no other way.

When she pulled away you struggled to find the words, hands jittery somewhere between reaching to grab your cheek or to wipe off her kiss with your hand. You weren’t sure how to feel. It was as if someone held a gun to your head telling you the right pill or blue.  

“May your survival be long” you reminded, holding a hand at your arm scratching at your sleeves.

“May your death be swift” 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 

CALL ME AT MIDNIGHT, LETS GIVE THIS THING A TRY.

If you could do it all again you would. 

ASK YOU IF ITS OKAY,

You were alone, deep into your ocean of thoughts as your happy moments were coming to an end? Did you take it for granted? 

TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER,

The burrito you ate that evening wanting to come up, mouth sticky with bile. You suddenly didn’t want to patrol the Serevena and help Nora move supplies. It felt wrong – almost impractical like you were in the wrong place. Foot cemented into the floor as you stood at your bed. Shoving supplies into your backpack, tying a strand of the ribbon from your admirer's box around the handle of your bag. You wanted to be back at the base with Abby where the two of you would have your sleepovers, cut your apples, and have competitive matches in the shooting range where you would tell Abby she missed a shot and she would tell you, you held the gun wrong. 

Preparing to leave, doing one final spin at your place of comfort. Freshly made bed and sorrowful grey sheets, you wished for a happier time and a great release. Opening your door, you were met with one box before you would go. Picking up the lightweight box it almost felt impractical to even be wrapped. 

TO DRINK SOME APPLE CIDER, OR MAYBE SOME FRUIT PUNCH

Parting gift for the one I stole these for… don’t forget me Xoxo, A. Anderson Your eyes always 

You smiled to yourself, it was all you ever wanted. Your best friend really was your admirer and you just hoped you could reach her before she was gone and it truly could have been your last time seeing her. Unwrapping the terribly wrapped paper object revealed a shiny sharpened knife with a brown handle. It was Abby’s knife, the one she savored and used only for your apples that she would cut during your lunch breaks. Tears brimmed your eyes moving the object around as if it were malleable, smiling gently to yourself at the irony of it all. Quickly locking the door and throwing the paper that was used to wrap the gift away in the hall trash you ran to try to catch Abby who was already on the truck, across from Mel as she set off on her journey. As the sun was getting low, so were you who had to travel adjacent from your new fount lover. 

What were you gonna say?

Besides: I knew it, of course, you wanted her to know that you felt the same; in fact even more.

AND WE CAN TALK ABOUT HOW WE DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER THAT MUCH.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 

“There’s no real you are real right now”

“Shh– baby, I’m real” Abby hushed bringing up her hand to your mouth to silence you. “I’m real.”

You were currently carrying a tray of med supplies but soon it all crashed to the ground; metal tin hitting the floor as Abby backed away into a corner. She looked disheveled different than you had last seen her; whispies around her face. Like she cared a little bit more, but maybe it was because she was with you. 

You couldn’t help but bring Abby into a tight hug head against her shoulder, resting your eyes in full solitude. You were home amidst the violence and her going AWOL that had made Isaac angry with all of you. You lied thickly through your teeth when Isaac dragged you in asking questions about the location and conspiration Abby had going on.

All you could say was you didn’t know.

And it wasn’t a lie but in fact the truth there was not much you really did know. 

Abby held onto you as if you were going to be snatched out of her hands as the both of you cried. Sobbs shaking the both of you. Abby couldn’t stop herself from applying gentle kisses to the side of your head and holding at the nape of your neck during the hug.

“You look like shit!” you acknowledged pulling at the sleeve of her jacket to which Abby rolled her eyes and pulled your hand away.

“Ahh could be worse”

A beat. And another; comfortable silence filling the air between the two of you. You didn’t wanna ask but for your newfound knowledge, you had no other choice but to. You wanted her to know, hell you haven’t seen her for very long and this well could have been the last time you would ever. 

“So it was you? All along” you sputtered, snickering under your breath as you brought your hands across your chest, licking the base of your lips as your eyes wandered off.

“It was – hey! You opened the letters” Abby gave you a look of disbelief, half of it was due to her being scared shitless, others it was the fact that Abby could feel her own hands getting clammy as she rubbed them against the base of her jeans to get it to stop.

“It said 2 —”

“Weeks I know” “I was desperate”

There was silence again. 

“I could just kiss you right now I can’t believe you are alive” You blurted out, giving Abby the most gentle smile. Abby for a second felt her world move in slow motion as she stared with such unconditional love. 

“Then do it”

So you did, rushing forward, throwing your body against Abby’s as the two of you leaned in for a swift kiss. Her lips were chapped, slightly rugged but you didn’t mind applying your smooth ones to her as the movements of your body synched together in eternal sunshine. Nothing in this moment mattered, besides her lips on yours and her hands against your body. Abby’s fingers stroked at your cheeks eventually moving down between your jaw and your neck as she continued. No breaks; no air, until the sound of boots stomping closer to the room rang your ears, forcing you to pull away.

“Okay, I need supplies miserably Nora brought me to you, I have to go, I don’t know if this will be my last time seeing you: I hope it’s not, I’m not exactly in Isaac’s good graces – I think we both know that” Abby spoke with urgency, distrust but also sadness. Abby wasn’t sure but recently she’s been feeling as though things were slipping in between her fingers. She wasn’t sure how long this ecstasy and rapture would last, or the longevity of her contentment. Abby was certain the girl from the room; with the golf club and joel would show her face again.

“It’s okay” you assured, hands now at Abby’s biceps, lips rubbing against each other as you turned your head away from her face, shaking it slightly. 

“But don’t forget. . .” “I’m so incredibly infatuated by you” Abby whispered as she moved in closer to give a swift kiss to your forehead.

Now wasn’t the time for formalities or titles, but you wished with your fingers crossed and your eyes closed shut, that she would return for the conversation worth having. Full honesty and confessional where your girl that smelled of pine would tell you all her rushes of thoughts that nagged at her as she closed her eyes.

“Knife to the chest sweetheart, swing with your right not your left…it’s your better arm” Abby cautioned, pretending to bring her arm up to swing, giving a final squeeze to your cheek as she was headed for the door preparing for ground zero.

“Bye Abby” 

That was the difference, it was as if your body knew. Saying Bye instead of a see you later or, playfully threatening her to come back to you in one piece. Your eyebrows furrowed; your face scrunched as you cringed at your words, as mediocre as they sounded. You caught yourself doing that a lot and you weren’t sure why. Going from present tense to past tense. “I am” to “I did” to “I was” , this happened after you started dreaming. Dreaming that your body was against a cold tile, scrunching into a ball as you let out your last breath alone.

You knew. 

“This is not goodbye — don’t say that, it’s see you later!” Abby snapped, giving you a hand motion as she swung the door open, crouching down as she moved steadily through the room as it closed behind her with a loud CLICK! From the lock.

“I’ll see you later” Your hand went from waving to at your side as your smile dropped and abruptly the warm room felt cold. Very cold.

But you weren’t going to see her later. Body paralyzed to the floor as the bullet wound in your stomach bled crimson all over the floor. As red as the Honeycrisp apples you ate on Wednesdays. An auburn-haired girl rushes past you following the footsteps of Nora. You were crashing and your body was failing you. Whimpers of pain escaped your lips as you held onto your stomach like you had a bad stomach ache, rolling onto your side as your vision became a nuisance and blurry mess. During your last few moments, you thought of Abby and her bright smile, all the plans she had for the two of you, and how you were finally happy that you got your happy ending, 

But at what cost?

You weren’t going to get to drink apple cider with her or hug her again, and that’s what destroyed you the most as a salted tear fell from your eye. Apple was placed on the table rotting from the inside out, With Abby’s knife poked into its core. Death has met its match.

You were the apple of her eye, and you were destroyed and eaten whole indefinitely. 

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[featherandferns]

7 fluff maybe?

7. I made us friendship bracelets.

This is very short but very sweet. Prepare to gag.

Feel free to request! - Prompt list

Beads - prompt 7.

Summer days call for chilling out: sun-tanning and swimming and sipping.

John B lounges at the helm of the boat, drifting in and out of sleep. Pope sits, reading a book, whilst JJ swims around in the water to cool off. Every now and then he climbs back aboard just to backflip off, aiming to spray as much water as possible on John B, who grumbles out cusses in return. You, Kie and Sarah are sat around. Sarah’s helping to braid some beads into Kiara’s hair. Pink, yellow and blue. Inspired, you’d dug about in the hold and found some string, and had started looping through some beads, working on a nice pattern. It was something you did a lot as a kid but had outgrown, and right now, you couldn’t remember why.

Tapping your foot along to the beat of a Frank Ocean song, you work at tying off the second bracelet. You’re snapped out of your peaceful haze when JJ climbs back aboard, shaking his head like a wet dog, spraying you with water.

“Quit it, JayJ!” Kiara hollers.

JJ sniggers and drops down in the spot next to you.

“What are you doing?” he asks. He steals a sip of your cider.

“I made us friendship bracelets,” you say with a smile, holding two up.

He grins down at you. “You’re too frigging cute sometimes.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, I second that: shut up,” Kiara says.

“Save the foreplay for at home, guys,” John B feels the need to chime in.

You and JJ ignore their joking. He meddles with the beaded bracelets already on his wrist until there’s space for yours, and you slide one on. He watches as you slip yours on too.

“Fit okay?”

“Think so,” he nods, shaking his wrist out to inspect it.

The two of you have identical colour palettes but in alternating patterns. As yours goes green, blue, yellow, his goes blue, yellow, green.

You look down at the beads and debate making more, so everyone has one, but then you decide not to. It’s nice, having it just something for yourself and JJ. As if hearing this thought process, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll never take it off,” he quietly says, so only you hear.

You flash him a smile, somewhat sappy in the moment.

“You two either get a room or get in the water so I don’t have to look at you,” John B says, propping himself up to point at the two of you. He says it as if him and Sarah don’t dote on each other openly all the time, churning up vomit in your throat at the sight.

JJ simply grins and shoots up, tackling his best friend into the water, making you laugh. You turn back to the girls and fall into the conversation Sarah’s started up about hair styles. The day slowly melts away like strawberry ice cream in the sun. But JJ keeps his word. From there on, amongst his muted coloured bead bracelets is a cheerful, bright plastic-bead one. If anybody asks where he got it from, he proudly tells them ‘my girlfriend’.

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[misc-obeyme]

Hi, I hope I’m submitting this correctly…!

Can I please request Simeon for flufftober, with the word hygge? Feminine or gender neutral pronouns are fine :)

Hello there!

I looooved this prompt. I really enjoyed creating the atmosphere of hygge, which is a really great concept that I totally love. Add beautiful Simeon into that and this was really fun to write. Hopefully it turned out okay!

Thanks for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Simeon

Warnings: none it's all fluff

It was a cold and windy autumn day in the Devildom. It had been chilly for some time now as fall began to give way to winter, bringing with it lower temperatures and even more darkness. It was the perfect kind of day to stay inside somewhere warm and pleasant with someone special.

And that was exactly where you were. You were in the kitchen of Purgatory Hall, where you had been baking bread with Simeon. The angel himself added to the atmosphere of coziness, his smile emitting a light all its own. The two of you had the place to yourselves - Luke was with Barbatos at the Demon Lord's Castle, Solomon was at the library at RAD, and nobody knew where Raphael was, but he wasn't at home.

You had been planning this evening with Simeon for a little while, as both of you felt the winter creeping in. You had discussed it at RAD, talking about how nice it would be to spend some time together inside, doing things to bring yourselves some peace in the encroaching darkness.

You had brought the recipes for human world dessert breads and now the kitchen was filled with the scent of a baking pumpkin loaf. You already had a couple of loaves of banana bread cooling on the counter. There was plenty of it for you to bring some back to the House of Lamentation later, too.

When everything was finished baking, you and Simeon made up a tray. It was full of bread slices, two mugs of apple cider, and some cookies Luke had made earlier shaped like autumn leaves. You carried the tray into the living room, where Simeon had started a fire in the fireplace. There were already soft blankets and pillows piled in front of the fire.

Through the windows you could see the sky was grey; a light rain had begun to fall. The living room was filled with warmth and the soft orange glow of the fire. There were a few candles, too, adding a little additional light to the area.

As the two of you settled down in front of the fire, Simeon placed the tray in front of you. There was a stack of books nearby, in case you decided to relax and read in each other's company.

For now, you sampled some of the freshly baked bread.

You took a bite of the pumpkin, finding it exquisitely soft. The flavors of cinnamon and nutmeg filled your mouth and you hummed in appreciation.

"Did it turn out okay?" Simeon asked. "This was the first time I made pumpkin bread."

"It's delicious," you said. You broke some off the piece in your hand and held it out to him. "Try some."

Simeon met your eyes for a moment, then ate the bread from your fingers, his lips brushing momentarily against your skin.

You smiled. "It's good, right?"

Simeon smiled back at you and nodded.

You picked up a mug of cider, sipping it carefully. It was just the right temperature now, not too hot and not yet cold. You held the mug in your hands, letting the warmth of it seep into you.

"I'm glad it turned out so soft," Simeon said.

You let out a content sigh. "This is so nice," you said, your eyes closed as you absorbed that feeling of coziness. "I'm so happy to be here with you like this."

Simeon shifted a little closer to you, his leg now pressed up against yours. "I've never done anything like this before. In the Celestial Realm, the sun is always shining. It doesn't usually get this cold."

You opened your eyes to meet his blue ones. "When it gets cold and dark in the human world, we have to find ways to keep our spirits up. Some of us like to embrace the way winter comes and slows everything down." You put your mug back down on the tray and leaned your body into his, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

Simeon grabbed a blanket and draped it over the both of you. You grasped it with one hand and he held the other side, cocooning you in a softness of fabric. Simeon also wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close and letting his own head rest on top of yours.

For a moment, all you did was watch the fire crackle, the bright orange dancing and flickering.

"Simeon," you said quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Being with you like this makes me so happy," you said. "Is this what heaven feels like?"

Simeon chuckled. He pulled away, using the hand holding the blanket to tilt your face so he could look at you. "This is far better than heaven, my love."

You felt your heartbeat increase, your eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you, the soft press of his lips against yours filling your soul with the same comfort that surrounded you.

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[jerzwriter]

Pumpkin Love

Thank you to @kyra75 for Halloween prompt #27, "Haha! This pumpkin looks just like you," for Tobias & Casey. I tweaked the line a tiny bit, but the meaning is the same! I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I pulled in some inspiration from their honeymoon, which was just about a year ago.

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Rating: Teen Words: 1,250 Summary: Casey looks forward to celebrating a tradition with Tobias during a fall family weekend away. It leads to some interesting discoveries... and some creative measures as well. A/N: Participating in @choicesoctober Halloween | @choicesholidays Halloween

Casey opened the screen door and stepped onto the back porch. The old wood floorboards creaked underfoot with each step she took, as soon as her feet hit the grass, there was silence. She closed her eyes and lifted her face toward the sun to relish the peace and tranquility. Casey Carrick may have been a city girl at heart, but every so often, an escape like this was just what this doctor ordered. Her thick wool sweater kept her warm when the breeze picked up, rusting the leaves that were barely hanging on to the branches above.  When the fell to the earty, surrounding Casey in a kaleidoscope of yellows, reds, and burnt orange swirled around her. It was the perfect Autumn day, and few things in life could make her happier.

Two giant pumpkins sat waiting for her on a weathered picnic table at the far end of the yard.  Laying the carving tools out before her, she got as comforrbale as one can get on an old, wooden bench.  The air was nippier than expected and a chill ran through her. So the strong arm that quietly encircled her waist paired with warm lips settling against her cold cheek were ever more welcome today.

“For you,” her husband smiled, placing a cup of warm cider in front of her.

“How do you always know exactly what I need,” she smiled.

Tobias took a seat across from her, a devilish smirk on his lips. “Now, baby, take it easy. Can I really give you exactly what you need this weekend? It’s a family getaway, after all.”

“Isn’t that why you brought the white noise machine for your mother’s room?” she winked.

“And apparently, it worked like a charm,” Tobias acknowledged. “Not one sarcastic comment from her this morning.”

“Not one?” Casey gasped. “Did you take her temperature? Is she feeling OK?”

“Well, not one about any noise coming from our bedroom last night,” he chuckled. “She had plenty of other sarcastic comments.”

“Phew,” Casey grinned as she returned to carving her pumpkin. “I feel better now. Where is Vivian, anyway?”

“She just left... took Sammy into town to get some things for dinner tonight,” he reached across the table and gently took her hand just as she finished carving an eye. “Which means we’re alone.”

“I know,” she nodded. “Perfect time for us to carve our pumpkins.”

“Our pumpkins? But...”

“But nothing,” she playfully scolded. “The white noise machine can work overtime tonight... but we have to finish our carvings to take our picture later.”

Tobias groaned in disappointment. “I’m being turned down for pumpkin carving! Is this what happens when you get married?” he teased, groaning even louder when Casey’s foot crashed into his shin. “Hey!”

“Hey, nothing! Don’t act like you’re some poor, neglected husband, Dr. Carrick. I take very good care of you.”  

“Damn straight you do,” he agreed. “But I was hoping to get out of pumpkin carving.”

Casey turned to him, disappointment in her eyes. “Why? I thought you liked carving pumpkins with me. You know it’s a requirement to love all things fall if you’re going to be with me.”

“Oh, I know.  I believe it was in our vows,” he laughed. “Sometimes I’m convinced that just one more pumpkin muffin or spiced cider will turn me into Jack the Pumpkin King.”

“Worse things could happen,” she smiled, returning to create her masterpiece. “So why the opposition to carving with me?”

“It’s not the carving... it’s wearing the damn thing on my head after.”

Casey dropped her pumpkin and paring knife to the table. “Wait... what? You don’t want to take our pumpkin head picture? Tobias! That’s... tradition!”

“Tradition? We did it once... on our honeymoon last year. One time does not a tradition make.”

Wiping her hands, Casey nudged her chin toward Tobias’s phone. “Pull it up,” she demanded, circling the table to sit beside him. “Pull up the picture.”

“Fine,” he smiled as she nuzzled under his arm. 

“See,” she grinned.  They both looked at the picture of them standing in a field, Tobias reaching out to hold her as they tried to balance the giant pumpkins on their heads.  It wasn’t an easy thing to do with all their laughter. “That was so much fun!”

“It was,” he agreed.

“And we look so cute! Why wouldn’t you want to do it again?”

“It’s not the picture...” he stalled. “It’s the pumpkin guts.”

“Pumpkin guts?”

“Yeah, pumpkin guts. I guess I didn’t scoop well enough and had pumpkin goo all over my head.”

Casey snickered as she lifted an ice cream scoop from the table and handed it to her husband. “Sounds to me like you need to do a better job de-groping your pumpkin this year.”

“I suppose...,” he said, mulling over his pumpkin. “But I don’t even know if this is the right pumpkin...”

“Ha!” Casey laughed.  “It’s the perfect pumpkin! I picked it out because it looks just like you.”

“It looks just like me?”

“It sure does.  It’s much more you than last year’s.  Now, just make it your own.”

“But the goop!” he groaned, sounding more like a six year old than the grown father he was.

Casey knew what needed to be done.  Stradling his lap, she pulled him into a tender kiss.

“I’ll tell you what, Dr. Carrick.  I’ll help you de-goop your pumpkin and if, by some chance, I don’t do a good job, well, then I’ll just have to join you in the shower to aid in the de-gooping process,” she teased.  Reaching over she gave his earlobe little nibble before continuing. “Just be sure to put the white noise machine on extra loud before I join you.”

“Heh,” Tobias chuckled as he lifted her off his lap, then rushed to the other side of the table, ice cream scoop in hand.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You are not touching my pumpkin!” Tobias insisted. “I’m going to to as shitty a job as I did last year... maybe worse. If my choices is de-gooping a pumpkin or you de-gooping me... well, you know what I’m picking, sweetheart.”  

“Fine,” she giggled. “But now, I’m going to leave mine extra goopy, too!”

“Nice,” he hissed, leaning over the table for a kiss.  “I can’t wait to de-goop you.”

Their flirtation came to a halt when a car door slammed in the driveway nearby.  They turned to find Vivian staring at them with baby Samantha on her hip, and a judgemental glare on her face.

“Do I even want to know?” she asked.

“Nope,” Tobias beamed.  “But ma, after Casey & I take our pumpkin photos... just turn that white noise machine up really loud... ok?”  

Vivian shook her head as she marched toward the cabin door.

“I don’t know how I let you convinced me to come,” she teased.

“Because you love us?” Casey grinned.

“Hmmm,” Vivian hemmed.

“Because you want another grandchild,” Tobias added.

“See, at least I know you’re good for something,” Vivian smirked.  “I’m taking Sammy inside, you two do your thing.”

The couple were still grinning when Casey pushed a paring knife Tobias’s way.

“Get carving, sir,” she demanded.  She ran her fingers through some of the pumpkin pulp on her plate, then reached over and slatered it on Tobias’s face.

“What the heck is that for?” He wailed.

“Insurance,” she winked. “I have to make sure you’ll be meeting me in the shower.”

“Oh, just try and keep me away.”

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[readerleedigest]

Rollercoaster

This is a tickle fic, don’t read if that’s not your thing. This fic is a little lighter on the tickling, and reader absolutely has a crush on Steve Harrington (because don’t we all?).

“My only goal is to get my hands on some of this carnival food,” you told Steve as he divided out the tickets to the kids.

Eleven, Max, Dustin, Will, Mike and Lucas wasted no time in running off to ride the only rollercoaster, leaving you behind with Steve and Robin.

“But you’re gonna ride the rides, yeah?” Robin asked, linking an arm through yours as you walked through the boots.

Hawkins-Palooza was a carnival they’d introduced after the mall fire in an attempt to boost community (and distract citizens from the true horrors of Hawkins). It happened in the fall, and after the turnout of the first carnival, the city had managed to book more rides for the 2nd.

“I don’t know, guys. I’m not really a fan of the drops and turns.” You almost felt sick at the thought of it.

Last time you’d been on a carnival ride it’d been one of the rides that resembled an octopus and spun you around and lifted you up and down. You’d sworn off carnival rides ever since.

“What if we start off easy?” Steve asked, ever the mother hen. “We ride the Ferris Wheel, maybe race around on the bumper cars, and then see if you’re up for the rollercoaster.”

Robin began bouncing up and down beside you. “Ooo I love the Ferris Wheel! And if we do bumper cars, you’re SO going down, Harrington!”

“Mmmm… okay.” You agreed reluctantly, trying not to think about what you’d gotten yourself into. Ferris wheels and bumper cars were no big deal. Rollercoasters? Yikes.

The Ferris Wheel was really an attraction designed for groups of 2, but you all managed to squeeze onto the bench, ignoring the questioning look from the ride operator as he secured you all in.

Sitting between Robin and Steve, you felt yourself grinning despite yourself at the view. The lights glimmering below you from all the booths, the faded sound of laughter and crowd noise, the smell of apple cider and popcorn, and the cool breeze as the sun sank out of view.

Robin must’ve been experiencing the same happy feelings as you, as she rested her head on your shoulder, and you found yourself doing the same to Steve, who huffed out a chuckle at the both of you.

“Dorks,” he teased, ruffling Robin’s hair.

Next was bumper cars, and you immediately felt the demeanor change in Steve and Robin from the Ferris Wheel friendship to intense competition.

“Y/L/N, I’m coming for you!” Robin joked, running over to a blue bumper car conveniently aimed directly at the one you seated yourself in.

“Don’t worry, Y/N! I got Buckley right where I want her,” Steve proclaimed with an evil laugh.

And just like that you were off. Robin wasn’t joking about having it out for you at the beginning, as you both hit each other head-on and Robin forced you out of her way.

“Rude!” You called over your shoulder, neglecting to look ahead.

“I had to get away from Steve!” She called back.

No wonder she did. When you turned your head back you saw Steve with a mischievous look he must’ve learned from Eddie. He was coming directly at you, and FAST.

“Crap crap crap…” you muttered to yourself, all but squealing as you tried to maneuver away from him.

He followed you relentlessly around the circle as you dodged and weaved other drivers, laughing to yourself at the absurdity of it.

And then the stars aligned. Robin was coming head on towards you, and Steve was following you closely, so you swerved to the right, sending the two crashing directly into one another as the ride operator announced the end of the round.

“Ohohoho I got you both soo good,” you teased as you left the ride and stopped for the small complimentary cups of apple cider.

“Yeah, yeah. You talk a big game now, but the roller coaster is next.” Robin noisily took a slurp of the apple cider, wigging her eyebrows at you.

You rubbed the back of your neck before wrapping your arms around yourself.

“I don’t know… I mean it’s getting late, and boy it sure is cold… maybe I’ll just-“

“Here.” In a flash, Steve had removed his jacket and held it out to you.

You definitely weren’t blushing. It was the cold.

“Uh.. okay,” you stammered, throwing on the jacket. “Thank you, Steve.”

“Cute,” Robin laughed, grabbing your arm and dragging you along behind her. “Come on, Steve!”

The line for the rollercoaster was the longest line in the festival. Max and the rest of the kids were just getting off the ride as you all approached.

“Have you ridden it yet!?” Dustin asked.

“Nah, Y/N had cold feet about it. But good old Steve warmed ‘em right up, didn’t ya, Steve?” Robin grabbed the fabric of Steve’s jacket for emphasis, and the kids laughed.

“It’s really fun,” Max said. “We’ve ridden it 3 times now.”

“But it looks pretty steep,” you said, mostly to yourself.

“It’s not scary though, and it didn’t make Lucas feel sick like some have. It was El’s first time riding anything and she loved it.”

El nodded enthusiastically, leaning into Mike.

“It wasn’t scary. The bumps felt weird though. They tickled.” She shrugged, and then jumped a little when Mike fluttered his fingers against her side.

“And El would know,” Mike joked, teasing her.

You rolled your eyes, your stomach flipping a little more at the mention and sight of ticklishness. You were nervous enough about this rollercoaster, you didn’t need to add more nerves about the group finding out how ticklish you were.

“You’ll be fine,” Steve said, knocking his shoulder into yours. “Besides, we’re all riding it this time together.”

By the time you had all made it to the front of the line, you were shaking out your hands at your sides and bouncing on your toes.

“Breathe,” Will encouraged you, before he and Dustin were led to a row on the coaster.

You were up next, and you pretended not to notice as Steve asked Robin quietly to let him move in front of her in line.

The row you and Steve were seated in was in front of Dustin and Will but behind Robin and Max, who both turned and gave you a reassuring thumbs up.

It was obvious you were on the verge of a freak out.

“Gonna be fine, it’s all gonna be fine,” you murmured to yourself as the operator lowered the bars to secure you in place.

“It’s gonna be fun,” Steve added. “And you’ve got all of us around you. Do you really think El would let anything happen to you?”

“My hope would be that El wouldn’t have to keep anything from happening to me to begin with,” you laughed nervously.

Steve looked over at you for a moment, studying the way your knuckles were white from gripping the bar so tightly.

With a sigh, and a playful look, he reached over and pried your right hand off the bar, securing it in his.

“Just try not to break my hand, okay?”

You laughed, and felt relieved just for a moment before the coaster began to climb the first hill. Then the panic set in again.

“Steve? Steve I don’t think I can do this.”

“Yes, you can. Just remember what El said.”

“What?”

“It just tickles a little, yeah? No harm, no foul.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Oh really?” Steve looked over at you, still holding one hand. Just as you reached the top of the hill, and you felt as if you were going to be sick, he reached over with his other hand and began squeezing your side.

“OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOSH AHHHHH!”

Your scream of terror quickly turned into laughter as you felt yourself plummeting down the track, Steve still squeezing your side.

“Whahahat is WROHOHONG WITH YOU?” You laughed, trying to bat his hand away and failing.

“Just have fun!” He quit tickling you, just for a moment to let out a quick ‘WOO’ as you went around a turn.

“Crap CRAP CRAP,” you panicked, noticing the next steep drop ahead of you. And once again, just as you began to drop, Steve reached over and squeezed your knee, making you kick out as your screams once again turned into laughter.

Hawkins-Palooza was small, and the rollercoaster ended after those two drops, leaving you to playfully smack the back of Steve’s head as you caught your breath from the whole ordeal.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“You tickled me?!”

“You didn’t believe that the rollercoaster tickled. I had to convince you.”

“Yeah, but-“

“No buts. Besides, you seemed like you were having a pretty good time to me.”

You stopped at that, realizing he was right. You’d been so focused on the ticklish feeling you hadn’t been able to panic about the feeling of your stomach dropping.

“Shut up.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will,” Steve grinned. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were ticklish.”

“Well it’s not information I go around volunteering.”

“Buckley is gonna have a field day with this.”

“No she isn’t, because you aren’t gonna tell her,” you countered.

“Tell me what?” Robin asked, turning around in her seat as you all waited for the operator to release the safety bars.

“Y/N is -“

You weren’t sure what compelled you to do it, but you cut him off the only way that you could think.

You kissed Steve Harrington.

And he was absolutely kissing you back.

“Get a room,” Max groaned, and you pulled away, looking at Steve.

He smiled, his arm curving around your waist as he pulled you in for what you assumed was another kiss.

Instead, he began squeezing your side once more, making you fold in on yourself as best as you could.

“Wahahait.”

“As I was saying Buckley, Y/N here is adorably ticklish.”

Robin rolled her eyes at your antics, turning back around in her seat as the operator came to let you out of your seats.

You began to let go of Steve’s hand, feeling self-conscious about the kiss, but he tightened his grip.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, pulling you out of your seat with him.

“I just-“

“Oh no you don’t. I’m not letting you get away that easily.”

And then he kissed you. Again.

Hawkins-Palooza had never seemed so bright.

“So, you all up for another ride?” Robin asked.

Steve pulled away, giving you a mischievous look.

“What do you say, Y/N? You up for another ride?”

“I don’t think I really have a choice in this, do I?” You laughed.

“Not really,” Robin responded, poking you in the stomach. You flinched backwards, hard, giggling.

“You get that, Steve?” Robin asked.

“Noted,” Steve smirked, hand still secure around your own.

Needless to say, the rollercoaster became your favorite ride at Hawkins-Palooza.

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[redheadspark]

For your Autumn Prompt:

“what are you doing?” - “making a leaf angel.” & coffee date. With Oliver Wood

A/N: YAS! I love me a Oliver Wood Prompt! Thanks Stella!!

Leaf Angel

Summary: Autumn, in your opinion, was the best time of year at Hogwarts. Your quidditch loving boyfriend felt the same too

Warnings: Nothing but fluff :)

Autumn. You loved that season.

In your opinion, it was the best season. As soon as you saw the leaves turning in the different shades of orange and red, and your felt the first sensations of a crisp morning against you cheek as you would head to class, you knew Autumn had arrived at Hogwarts. No more hiding under the trees to escape the heat, no more sweating against your forehead and getting bug bites all along your arms.

Nope. Autumn made everything better.

Everything about Autumn was amazing and thrilling. Apple Cider drinks for dinner at the Great Hall, pumpkins the size of a muggle car outside of Hagrid's cottage, and the sweet scent of fresh maple syrup on the table during breakfast to glaze over the pumpkin pancakes that were one of Helga Hufflepuff's oldest recipes.

Your boyfriend also loved Autumn, but for another reason.

"Aye! The first day of Quidditch season!" Oliver said in pride as you both strolled into breakfast one Monday morning, one of his arm was cradling a thick folder that had plays and stategies that he made up over the summer holiday, when he wasn't with you of course. He made sure to leave Quidditch at his home when he would come to visit you throughout the summer, although you never minded since you were a fan yourself. He claimed one day that you were going to fraternize with the enemy if you saw his plays he was conducting.

"First of all, I have no intentions in stealing your plays to my house," You reasoned with Oliver as you two sat together under one massive tree outside your home, Oliver's head in your lap as he was reading a Quidditch book and you were reading a Divinations book, "An plus....Hufflepuff is quite decent this year,"

"You're gonna go against ya boyfriend for your own house?" Oliver asked in a huff as you giggled and rang some fingers in his short brown hair, "Merlin's Beard, you're a minx!"

"House Pride trumps all," You said coyly, thought Oliver poked your side. So it was very safe to say that Oliver loved, craved, the first days of quidditch season when it came through Hogwarts.

One week into Autumn and the leaves were falling everywhere outside of the castle grounds, making it look like a beautiful moving painting that could be seen amongst the gallery within the school. You strolled though one afternoon, Oliver was off at practice and was neatly done before he would meet you for an evening date in Hogsmeade. It was nice to be 6 years and getting a special invitation into the little town since your marks were high, both Oliver and yourself were on good graces with McGonagall and Sprout, and it was your last "normal" year.

So that evening the 6th years were going to have Hogsmeade to themselves for a few hours. The perfect time for a date together.

You found a particular large pile of leaves right outside the opening to the courtyard, making you pause and see it just sitting there unattended. It made you pause, literally pause in your step as you saw the large formation of leaves sitting there. For some reason, you thought back to when you were a child and you jumped in the same kind of leaf pile that you father would make when he would rake the leaves outside your little home.

"Look, daddy!" You screeched as you jumped into the pile, shrieking in delight as your were engulfed with the dried out leaves and your dad was laughing in the distance.

"Watch out, Little Bean! I'll come get ya!" He would tease you, fishing you out to make you giggle and tickling you under the setting sun.

So for Oliver Wood to see you playing in the leaves, walking up along the walkway with his Quidditch bag over his shoulder and a amused look on his face as you were moving your hands and legs back and forth with a massive grin on your, he was beyond amused. He stopped right in front of you, seeing a grin plastered on your face as the sun was making your skin lightly glow in both euphoria and joy.

"What a sight to see," He hummed, you pausing and leaning up a bit on your elbows as he gestured you and the leaves around you, "What are you doin'?"

"Making a leaf angel," You hummed back in reply, Oliver raising an eyebrow at you, "You've never made an leaf angel? What about a snow angel?"

"Should I know what those things are?" Oliver asked in merely curiosity as you giggled and fell back into the leaf pile again. It felt like nothing terrible would touch you, nor would any kind of bad news when you were doing as simple and as childish as making a "leaf angel" It reminded you of home, a place of safety and great memories that you shred with your little family.

Sometimes you did miss them when Autumn came through, remembering all those times when you were very little having chilly morning wrapped in a thick blanket your mother would knit for you. Or helping your dad rake the leaves in the late afternoon before you both would jump in them. You did miss your mom and dad, even in that moment.

"I would do this with my dad all the time," You confessed, picturing your father in your head. You shared the same shade of hair, the same nose, and the small snort in laughter. Oliver knew of your father well, talking to him plenty of times when he would visit about Quidditch since your father was a huge fan like him. He even took you and Oliver to a pro game when you tow started dating a year ago, thinking it was a good ice breaker for him and Oliver to get to know each other.

"I can picture that actually," Oliver said in amusement, making you one your eyes and grin at him as Oliver held out a hand for you to take. You took it, Oliver hoisting you up with ease and wrapping you in his arms before you could fall over your boots. You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting gyro own sense of gravity as Oliver was taking in the sight of you, chuckling as he pointed to your hair with his one spare hand, "The leaves in ya hair makes ya look like an Leaf Angel for sure,"

"Why thank you, Wood," You replied back in a laugh Oliver taking out a few leaves from your hair with his fingers, "You still up for tonight?"

"You kiddin'? I've been lookin' forward to it for weeks," He replied smoothly, kissing you on the lips as you both started to walk hand in hand back into the courtyard, "I think I need something to wake me up, this practice was a nightmare with the new team mates,"

"Let's get a coffee then," You explained, Oliver nodding in agreement, "I know we can get some in Honeydukes and in The Three Broomsticks since it'll be a dry bar for us. Coffee does sound nice tonight,"

"Alright, here we are," Oliver hummed as he placed a coffee cup in front of you, sitting in your regular booth at the Three Broomsticks. The place was pretty deserted, since the rest of the 6th years were at the shops or filling up their bags with sweets, leaving only a few students to mingle about and get their own drink to warm themselves up. You and Oliver already got your fill of candy from Honeydukes, you then getting a few things for your folks to send home for the holidays, and now you were ending your time with a hot cup of coffee between the pair of you.

"Thank you, Oli," You thanked him, pecking his cheek. He was about to drink it when you stoped him suddenly, "Wait! You need the special ingredient in this!"

"What is it?" Oliver asked, not following. You took out your wand, tapping it two times against the rim of his coffee. Specks of cinnamon appeared out of thin air into his foam of his coffee cup, Oliver grinning widely as you did the same with your, "Try it. You'll love it,"

Oliver hesitantly took a sip, you waiting in anticipation as his face lit up with glee from the taste on his lips and on his tongue. He hummed, taking in another drink before placing his cup on his saucer, "That is good,"

"It's one of my favorite drinks when it's Autumn," you explained, leaning into Oliver as you took a drink of your own coffee. You felt Oliver's arm around your shoulders, his head against yours as Madam Rosemerta enchanted a fire to start int he fireplace right next to the pair of you.

"Whenever I think of Autumn I think of ya," He confessed, you blushing a bit as he kept talking, "As much as I love startin' quidditch in the Autumn season again, it's you that makes this season beyond memorable,"

Hearing that from Oliver made your heart swell, making you look over at him and kiss him soundly as you two were hidden in the darkness of the room in your booth. You would crave Autumn over and over again for as long as you loved, having so many memories of that season that brought you joy and genuine happiness.

This new one, snogging Oliver in your favorite booth in The Three Broomsticks with cinnamon on your lips, was going to be remembered for certain.

The End.

September Prompts

#oliver wood x reader #oliver wood prompts #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x female reader #fanfiction #writing #harry potter writing #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #sean biggerstaff

[breakerwhiskey]

005 - FIVE

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[click]

(tipsy the whole time)

Breaker, breaker, this is WAR1974. Same frequency as yesterday, but not on the road for once. I found a little house just off the main road that looked abandoned but didn’t have any broken windows so I figured…

[click, static]I haven’t broken in. Just to be clear. The door was unlocked and I…

[click, static]

Well, come on, no one’s really gonna hold me responsible for seeking shelter when there’s no one else around, right? I swear, if the owners show up, I’ll clear right out. 

But it’s nice. You know? Being in someone else’s home. Looking at the books they have, their clothes, their records. You can get to know someone through the things they own. Through what they give prominence to in their living space. 

Based on this living space, I’d guess…older couple? Been married…oh, I don’t know, thirty, forty years. But this isn’t the house they lived most of their life in. The furniture hasn’t worn patterns into the floor, the sun hasn’t bleached particular bits. There’s no photos. 

[click, static]

But there’s a record player and they’ve got all the greats–Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, Patsy Cline…god, I wish they had power, I’d kill to hear any of those folks. We mostly had classical records, a couple of big bands that almost made me think of my parents…one Beach Boys record. I know every word to every song on that one, it was the newest thing we had. It was barely two years old when the whole thing started but now it feels like a record I’ve been listening to my whole life, I’ve heard it so many times. 

[click, static]

Don’t tell anyone, but I think I’m gonna sneak the Hank Williams record away. Just in case I come across a working player. I’ve been trying the radio in the car every single day, and it’s pretty much all static. Every now and then I feel like I hear a little bit of music, but it’s never clear enough to tell. 

They won’t miss it. The record. I don’t think they’ll miss the bourbon I’ve dug into either. I hope not, anyway. 

[click, static]

(sip) That’s right. Bourbon. I found honest to god bourbon. I haven’t had a real drink in…god. Who knows. We had a little at the beginning and we…sort of? Figured out how to make our cider? I would’ve preferred beer, but apples are one thing, where the hell would we have gotten hops. And it’s not like I was ever allowed to go anywhere to find something that wasn’t absolutely vital for survival. I wanted to try my hand at making bathtub gin, but Harry thought I’d blow the whole place up. And you know, she’s just got a real big—

[click, static]

I think I will be taking my little alcoholic Kentucky friend here with me on my journey. Bring it back to the homeland. 

I hope wherever they are, the couple that lived here is happy and safe. They seem nice. Based on their music and the fact that they’ve got a bunch of dish towels with cartoon puppies and kittens on ‘em. No art on the walls. A couple of fish, a stag head. Which is art of a kind. But no paintings. 

Which is fine by me. If I never see another painting in my goddamn life, I’ll be happy. 

[click, static]

Anyway…I’m just about falling asleep where I sit. My body’s not used to hard liquor anymore, I guess. So, I’m just gonna…

[click, static] 

[beeps]

[clicks off]

#breaker whiskey #audio drama #episode #transcript #Spotify

[bradshawsbaby]

M'dear I hope you're well and I do apologize for not coming back to the ask box as often. I think there's something wrong with my brain because the brain farts are uncontrollable lately (lol).

Halloween has been on the brain alot lately, maybe it's just the changing of the seasons up here in Massachusetts and the fact that it's already October (I'm dreading winter honestly because that means I'm gonna have to help my dad put the snow tires on the car sooner than later), but I've been having some really, really cute Bob thoughts lately.

So I'm doing my teacher training in the next state over and storytelling is a really, really huge part of grades 1-8 (even beyond that and in early childhood but I'd have to write a book to explain all of that, lol) and we had to pick a story that we would tell the younger children. One of my classmates had a book that's a Halloween parody of "Goodnight Moon" but it's called "Goodnight Goon". The entire time we were reading it, all I could picture was Bob reading it to Auggie and Patrick and the younger of the two being like "Goon! Goon!" in his little baby voice.

Auggie definitely gets all excited when you put on the Peanuts holiday specials, Especially The Great Pumpkin (I've shared this around alot and I hope you don't mind). He thinks watching Linus roll that pumpkin around is the funniest thing in the world and it got even better when Bob made a Great Pumpkin marionette out of felted wool from your craft kit.

I have so many more thoughts I wanna share with you my friend, but unfortunately if I share them all at once it'll probably be too long of a blurb (lol).

Mary

Oh gosh, this is just so sweet! 🥹

I feel like Bob has the energy of a perfect Fall Husband™️. He’d so happily take you and your babies to the pumpkin patch and the apple orchard, and then he’d play with the kids in the backyard while you’re in the kitchen baking pumpkin and apple pies. Once the sun goes down, you’re all cuddled up under the blankets on the couch, watching the Peanuts holiday specials and enjoying mugs of hot apple cider.

This life when? 🥲

#bob floyd #bob floyd x reader

[nightmarist]

now that i actually have a minute let me go on a (positive) tangent about how much I Loved the epilogue party.

I love that its so sweet and silly for Grandpa Withers to throw us a reunion party. I did a version letting Karlach die, and a version where we went to Avernus. In the death version, he asks us several questions about us and how we're doing, about her absence, and how much we miss her, and even makes a Joke in order to help us feel better. It was genuinely the sweetest thing for the bag of bones.

I howled and wanted to throw something in pure joy when Halsin gave us a whittled duck. I WANT that duck. I want to paint it. It's so sweet he gets to have fun with the kids under his ward and his version of balance isn't pure nature, it's the challenge of nature and civilization working together.

My Shadowheart got her parents back and I just love that she decided to live on a little abandoned cottage with them, making apple cider. Getting a letter for her from Nocturne was lovely, I hope they could be friends again someday.

I LOVED that Wyll decided to be a ranger. I think that suits him so well. I want to do a new run with him as a ranger - I don't think I've ever played one, even in DnD so I don't know how they work, all I know is they get animal companions and "favored enemies" which I think suits his folk hero and adventuring background well. I also just think its the cutest thing he was SO excuted to share his stories and adventures with us, he gives you the Biggest, Wettest Puppy Eyes known to Faerun and asks "Please?" if he could tell you a story. I thought I was going to die.

In my Astarion Romance Ending, and sadly Karlach dies, I initially chose I wanted to help him find a way to walk in the sun again (and tbh I guess it depends on your DM but Wish or True Resurrection could possibly do the trick to cure vampirism, but "cure vampirism" and "stand in the sun without dying" are two different asks, Wish might be able to fix the former if some enchantment or enchanted item doesn't). Anyway, it was interesting to see him a little excited if not desperate to want to look for a potential aid. In the Avernus ending I loved that he accepted the shadows and darkness as part of himself, it was a nice juxtaposition without necessarily making it "bad" for the player and him to want to help him walk in the sun again. It was rather bittersweet to see him in an ended romance but still call you pet names.

My Gale became Dekarios the Divine, the Galerian God of Ambition. I tried to find a way to prevent it but it seems te only way (I think, anyway) is to prevent him from acquiring the Book about Karsus. Every permutation led him to becoming a God, and it was so cold. I LOVED this ending, as much as I hated what Gale became. It really turned the dial up on his hubris and ego. He hadn't bothered to even visit his mother, and Tara (rightfully) scolded us, and asked us to visit his mother to "hold on to" the old Gale. It was really sad. As a Warlock, and my Tav being Ambitious (and would have encouraged Astarion to Ascend if it were not for a bug preventing the ritual) he asked Gale if he could potentially be patron / find a better patron. Gale said it would take a few millennia for Ao to allow such direct contact. And it was Alarming to hear (and fascinating) that he has worshipers primarily located in Thay.

I have NOT seen Gale's alternate endings yet, I'll be doing more playthroughs as soon as I figure out who tf I want to play next.

My Lae'zel became the new diplomat betweeh the two Gith clans, to unite the sky. I was obsessed with I saw the opprtunity to give her that. When it came up as an option after orpheus (whom I convinced not to die after he became an Illithid), i wanted to give that woman Everything. So I encouraged her to take up the sword and Orpheus' offer and I felt SO PROUD when she called his dragon(s) and stood on one's back like she'd been admiring since Day Fucking One. SO. PROUD.

I saw two separate letters from Dammon depending n Karlach's alive-or-dead status. He sends his condolences to us if she died and blames himself for not trying harder, dedicating his life to working with Infernal Iron. If he's alive, he asks s to ask Karlach to write to him, its very simple but I think it's so sweet. She's just so fun and happy, and relays to us that there may be a way to fix her engine with blueprints she's found the location of, which sounds so hopeful without actually giving us a "canon" (similar to astarion's "maybe there's a way to walk in the sun" - i prefer the ambiguity than total fix-its). The hope feels better than the confirmation, tbh.

It was also interesting, i think, that with the a non-karlach romance there's the addition of after I help Karlach with her engine in the aforementioned fixing plot she's found, I could potentially return to Astarion's side so it's a lot less dreary feeling like we're both permanently trapped in the Hells and instead the hopeful promise of a future where Karlach can return to the surface alive and forever well, and we can return to our loved ones.

This directly connected to one of the new Raphael epilogues - I LOVED how threatening Raphael was with it. On one hand, Asmodeus would tear him to shreds if he tried to overtake the Hells even with the crown, that I feel is inevitable. But either Gale as his Ambitious Patron of sorts, or perhaps as a distraction (remember: even gods can die) tearing apart the pantheons, he could very well take advantage of that to overtake Asmodeus, I think. It seems even more on par with his style of planning, he seems very min-maxed when it comes to working towards a goal - the less he has to do himself, the better.

YOU CAN HUG THEM. I talked to Halsin first and I screamed when "you look like you need a hug" came up. My god. I went to shadowheart after and saw you could hug her, too, and I wasn't expecting it, I genuinely just thought it'd be a Halsin thing only bc he just seems like the obvious "gives good (bear) hugs" choice. Oh my god you can hug your party members. I lost my fucking mind.

Also, Milil..... very nice little lore, I loved how excited he got when we passed our check if we knew who he was. The floating instruments around him was a lovely little touch.

Getting letters and newspaper clippings from all our saved comrades was incredible. I Liked everyone's letters yes but i was MOST excited and happy to hear from our tieflings after they've been through Literal Hell and back. Rolan got an interview, Lakrissa bought Alfira a house and dedicated a plaque to us for their music school, Bex and Danis opened a bakery together. The tieflings collectively built a whole new district for themselves in Baldur's Gate. It'd be excellent for comradery - that they can share with one another as a tiefling community, weave a rich tapestry of tiefling culture, to have people to be safe around, and people who know what its like whether theyre from Elturel or not.

ZEVLOR MY BELOVED. I was so happy to hear from him. He said his hands shook the whole time he stayed at the temple "with the other veterans" - other tiefling hellriders - and it was rather bittweserrt, both inspirign an sad to read his hands only stopped shaking when the city shook, and all the Rider paladins restored their oaths by being devoted to preventing Baldur's Gate from becoming the next Elturel. He said "Come see us, when you can" OF COURSE Im going to visit, oh my god. It was just nice to hear he's doing fine and is volunteering at the temple that helped him.

I loved the epilogue so fucking much. It felt really nice.

I like to think that our heroes do it often, maybe annually or just casually see each other on adventures. maybe an occasional "Hey, I'm on a bit of a quest and need the expertise of my favorire [class]" it felt so cozy.

Did Withers put up all those decorations himself. I Love the old bag of bones so much. He just wanted to give us a little party. Let me hug Withers please he deserves it.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 epilogue spoilers #dont mind me im just gushing

[justaduckarts]

Sleep Talking

The smell of fire and cinnamon permeated the soft fabric beneath you. You curled further into it in your half-awake state. It reminded you of a time before you served in the temple; of a time when it was cold and your mother would gather you and your siblings by the fire to drink warm cider and tell stories. 

Those were times you dearly missed. 

“Mom...” You dug your fingers into the silky fabric, as if you could grasp onto that memory and drag it closer. Or perhaps drag yourself back to it. 

Glancing up from his book, Eclipse looked over your half-asleep form. 

“I’m afraid your mother isn’t here,” he said, amused, “just me.” 

“Hmm?” You opened your eyes. What you were met with was silky red and black fabrics. When you looked around for Eclipse, you realized where exactly you were laying and quickly sat up. Somewhere, something inside of you was screaming. His lap. You were sleeping in the lap of the god of darkness. 

“Oh my goodness, forgive me! I-I didn’t mean to- 

“Relax, star holder,” Eclipse tucked a shiny ribbon into his book and shut it, “you fell asleep while I was carrying you. We didn’t have a room prepared, so I brought you here to keep an eye on you.” He set the book aside and removed gold-framed glasses from his face. 

“Thank you,” you rubbed your blushing face, “your grace.” Never. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that you would be waking up so snuggled to a god. Certainly not one so feared as Eclipse. 

“Where are we?” A distraction would be nice about now. You turned and looked around the room. It appeared to be some kind of office. There was a long mahogany desk not far off, covered in scrolls and golden trinkets. Silky curtains covered in softly glowing stars hung over large round windows. Shelves of thick books lined the wall behind the desk. 

“This is my office,” Eclipse hummed, “contrary to popular belief, there’s a lot of work that goes into being a god.” He stood from the plush lounger and smoothed his clothes, “now! How are you feeling?” He turned to you with a smile. 

“I feel much better now. Thank you, your grace,” you smiled back. Though, suddenly you were feeling rather shy. Eclipse nodded. 

“You know,” he leaned towards you, “you could just call me Eclipse. It’s just the two of us here. There’s no need to be so formal.” 

“Truly? But you’re- 

“I am more than my title,” he stood up straight, “I would like to think that you are, too. Why don’t you tell me what you would like to be called? Surely being called ‘star holder’ all the time must be exhausting.” He was right. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had called you anything besides ‘Star Holder’. Or some variation of it. Holder of the star. The sacred gift you were never meant to receive. The gift that had stolen all hope of a normal life from you. 

“...Perhaps you could come up with something you’d like to call me,” you looked at your shoes, “in truth, I wouldn’t know what I would want to be called anymore.” 

“Oh,” Eclipse put a hand to his mouth. His smile fell and his face twisted with concern. “They’ve really sheltered you, haven’t they? How terrible.” He shook his head, “Sun...” Sighing, Eclipse focused back on you. 

“I sent word to the sun temple that you would need some time to recover,” his grin returned, “so why don’t we do something fun, hm?” Rising from the lounger, you looked at Eclipse uncertainly. 

“What would we do?” Already, you could hear the temple maids back home huffing and scolding you for shirking your duties to play. 

“Hmm,” Eclipse tapped his clawed fingers on the desk, “ah! I’ve got it. Why don’t we play hide and seek? That was Moon’s favorite when we were small. He’s always been a skilled seeker.” There was clear fondness in his voice. Something that puzzled you. You’d met the enigmatic Moon, and he had seemed rather unsociable. Perhaps he was more open to socializing with those of a similar standing as him. You’d heard from Sun once that gods try not to get too attached to mortals. 

“Hide and seek?” Still. You hadn’t played in a long time. 

“Does that interest you, dear?” Eclipse chuckled, “I will seek this time. But you must stay within the temple, alright?” 

“Of course,” you nodded. You felt somehow lighter than before. Excited, even. What a bizarre situation to be in. Playing games with the god that you were raised to never trust. 

“I’ll give you to one-hundred,” Eclipse put his hands over his eyes, “good luck.” You laughed nervously. The count began. When was the last time you’d played hide and seek? 

You turned and scurried out of the office. You didn’t want to get too far from it, since you’d never been this deep in the temple. But if you got lost, you were sure Eclipse would find you. Right? 

As you ran, you couldn’t help but recall that time when you were young again. You and your siblings, laughing and running through fields of long grass. Feeling free as the wind. Back then it seemed like nothing could ever hurt you. 

And then the light came falling from the sky. It struck you. It killed you. It rebirthed you. And when you awoke from becoming one with the star, Sun was there. Telling you that he was so sorry. That your fate had been decided. 

Slowing to a walk, you pressed a hand to your chest. Why did it have to be you? 

“96!” You jumped. Eclipse’s count was nearly over. Looking around a bit frantically, you threw yourself into the nearest room. Looked like some kind of kitchen. It was too dark to really tell. You curled up inside of a cabinet, covering your mouth with your hands. Forget about the star. Just for now. 

“Where might you be?” Eclipse’s voice seemed to carry through the whole temple. Was he using magic to project his voice? That would make it much more difficult to tell where exactly he was. 

Creeeak. The kitchen door creaked open. You held your breath. 

“Hmm...” Eclipse entered the dark room. “We probably should have locked this door,” he mused, glancing at the blood stained iron maiden across the room. “Where are you, dear? Are you in here?” He really hoped you weren’t. Explaining away some of the things in this room would be quite awkward. 

A muffled giggle. Smiling, Eclipse turned and strolled over to the cabinet. At least you were hiding somewhere you couldn't get hurt.

“There you are,” he sang as he opened the cabinet. The soft glow of his eyes washed over your face. You laughed a little, peering up at him. 

“Hello.”

“It looks like I found you,” he offered you his hand, “let’s get you out of there.” Nodding, you accepted his hand. Eclipse pulled you to your feet. Immediately, he began guiding you to the door. He was still holding your hand. 

“Would you like to play again, dear?” Eclipse smiled at you. He pulled the door to the room shut. You thought you heard the soft click of a lock, but it was hard to say for certain with how light-headed you were feeling. Only this time it wasn’t because you’d pushed too hard using your gift. No, it was because you were feeling so flustered. 

“I would,” you smiled, “if that’s okay.” 

“Of course it is,” Eclipse took your hand, “hm... but why don’t we play a different game? I wouldn’t want you to get lost in the temple.” Or see anything you shouldn’t. 

“What will we play?” You looked up at Eclipse as he guided you back towards the office. 

“What sorts of games do you enjoy, dear?” Eclipse gently squeezed your hand. It sent a jolt from your fingers up through your arm and straight to your heart. 

“Um... Right, a game,” you were suddenly struggling to stay focused, “what sorts of games do I enjoy?” Your brow knit. Eclipse’s grin thinned. How could Sun let you end up this way? Just one more way the god of light was utterly failing in his duties. Still, he did his best to remain pleasant. He would reserve his ire for when the time was right. 

As you were pondering what kinds of games might be suited for just the two of you, a tingling warmth spread through you. You stopped walking. This sensation could mean only one thing; Sun was calling for you. 

“Little Star Holder? Where have you gone?” Sun’s voice whispered right into your mind. Eclipse had stopped walking. He looked at you, wide-eyed. 

“Your grace,” you carefully removed your hand from Eclipse’s, folding it with your other in prayer, “I am in Eclipse’s temple. I was called to heal someone.” 

“So I heard,” Sun responded, “but then I received word that were feeling unwell. Has Eclipse done something? Are you safe?” You frowned. 

“I am safe, your grace. Eclipse has been a very kind host.” As you spoke to the radiant god of the sun, Eclipse looked down at you, mystified. For that moment that the two of you were holding hands, he could hear Sun’s voice. Something he hadn’t expected. But something that could be quite useful to know for the future. As much as Eclipse didn’t want to involve you, you were the mortal that was closest to Sun. He would need you. 

So lost in his musings, Eclipse neglected to listen to some of your one-sided conversation. He returned his focus to you, hoping to glean more information. 

“I intend to return to the sun temple soon,” you said, “I was just resting, your grace. The gift takes quite the toll on me...” 

“Then rest. I will come and collect you myself,” Sun said sternly, “for now, just be cautious. I do not trust Eclipse. And you shouldn’t either.” 

“Yes, your grace. I am grateful for your concern.” You nodded.

“Be safe, little star holder,” Sun chirped, “I will be along shortly.” The warmth faded from around you. You sighed, hanging your head. 

“I take it your conversation did not go well?” Eclipse extended his hand for you. You hesitated. Sun had told you not to trust Eclipse. Why? He seemed so kind. Perhaps it was wrong to, but you let your desire to spite the god who had stolen your life from you win. You took Eclipse’s hand. 

“Sun is only worried for my safety,” you sighed once more, “he intends to come and collect me from the temple himself.” Eclipse frowned, looking away from you. 

“It troubles me that you are treated this way,” Eclipse grumbled, “less like a person and more like a sacred object...” His loathing for the god of light only continued to grow. 

“It’s what’s best,” you pressed your free hand to your chest, “to protect the star.” Eclipse glanced at you. He wondered if you were trying to convince him or yourself. 

“...What if it didn’t have to be so?” Eclipse’s question gave you pause. You turned to look at him. 

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” you furrowed your brow, “what are you suggesting?” Eclipse grinned. 

“What if you ran away?” 

#justaduckarts #star holder #fnaf sun #eclipse x reader #fanfic #god au

[spooky-ghoul69]

My drop of sun

“You have a good day William” Vincent and his partner left my office. The two had been spending more time with me as after Vincent’s partner got turned. The two left, I stood up walking to get my coat. I went to a small coffee I had been going to for centuries.

Stepping outside I felt the chill of the night air. It felt nice, something I had come to appreciate after my second chance, to appreciate the small thing. I looked at the changing leaves that rustled with the wind.

Approaching the small coffee shop the warm glow of the lights inside, coffee beans and fresh baked goods welcomed my senses like a soft hug. Like the kind you would get from your grandparents after a while.

I stepped inside the soft glow of Fluorescent lights being greeted by an air elemental and an unempowered human.

“Welcome back William, what can I get for you?”

A satisfied smile settled on my face as I looked over the menu, sure I had the thing memorized but it still felt.. normal in a way.

“Why don’t you pick me? I can never choose Hm?”

They hummed

“How about an apple cider with cinnamon and a slice of pumpkin pie?”

I nodded softly

“Well that sounds lovely”

They punched my order in as I paid and went to sit at my usual table right by the window.

Soon after my drink and pie arrived I sipped the drink. A feeling of warmth replaced the normal cold I had gotten so used to.

The door chimed as someone walked in. Glancing at them I noticed they were human. They had soft eyes and hair that framed their faces perfectly. They looked so wonderful. Their eyes complimented the sweater they were wearing. Everything about them was so unbelievably breathtaking. Sure with my second chance I learned to appreciate every single thing in life in this world but I never quite found the time to appreciate humans, but they just had this aura about them so utterly warm like a drop of sun was in this person. As they finished ordering they rummaged around in their bag. I stood up handing to the air elemental “I’ve got it”

They turned to me

“Oh my goodness no no you don’t have to pay for my drink”

I just smiled

“Mh no stress just enjoy your life”

And with that I turned to my table.

—————————————————

I continued to look out the window when they walked over to me

“Thank you. For the drink”

“Oh don’t stress it”

They sat down across from me a small sketchbook next to their coffee

“I'm Dakota by the way .You are?”

Dakota what a wonderful name

“William.”

They smiled softly

“William… that’s a lovely name” they sipped their drink “i really do appreciate you covering my drink i guess it just slipped my mind once i was leaving work”

“Oh? And what is it that you do for work?”

They smiled laughing to themselves a soft fondness in their eyes

“I’m an art teacher at the local highschool and I teach art classes at the middle school and elementary school over the summers . What about you, what do you do for work?”

Oh shit right my work is the business I own for empowered people. Right That business

“Oh I own a lot of properties and loan them out to business people for them to hold business party’s, meetings, and gatherings all along that sorts.”

Yeah Definitely not gathering for powerful empowered people to gather to discuss the problems we are facing in the empowered world

Hm fun.

“Oh that sounds fun I’d love to see some of your properties im sure they are stunning, I’d love to paint some of them”

sipping my forgotten drink now cold

Damn.. it’s cold..

“Oh that’s too sweet of love to see some of your works”

They were almost glowing when i mentioned some of their art

“Oh my goodness one moment”

They flipped through the pages, i caught glimpse of sketches drawing some watercolor paintings

“Ah here!”

They handed the book to me. It was a sketch of me…

“I’ve seen you around the coffee shop for a bit now and one day i kinda just wanted to draw..you sorry is that weird”

They laughed slightly god it was infectious it was so sweet like caramel

“Oh no not at all! I actually feel rather honored that you wanted to draw me”

They bite the inside of their cheek smiling “I’m glad you don’t find it weird I’ve always kinda seen you around and wanted to talk to you but never knew what to say but i guess fate got tired of my bull shit”

I laughed a little

“Ah i guess they did”

—————————————————

We talked for longer than i expected when my phone buzzed i looked down to see it was Vincent

Happy accent:”Will you might wanna come back Alexis is being….Alexis”

God damn it Alexis can’t let me have shit

“I do apologize i unfortunately have to go take care of some business”

Yeah business not my two prodigy’s who are powerful vampires acting like children.

“Oh no i hope everything works out alright”

“Oh I’m sure everything of fine but before i go i would love to talk again here is my number in case you wish to talk… as well”

Smooth.

They flushed and when they smiled it almost felt like i was as human again that craving and longing for warmth i had been chasing for years and years after my turning i have found again

I had found my drop of sun.

(Mental illness at its finest boys)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted william #i love this man #redacted oc #OC used he/they #we love Dakota #they are cute

[daedalusdavinci]

aradia 🎨🔆🏹🫖🤠

send me 3-5 emojis and ill write a drabble based off of them

you may have chosen the least cohesive selection of emojis ever, and for that, i salute you, and respectfully, i ignore you. hows 4/5

this is gonna be from the guardians au so congrats on getting the secret combo

After spending his whole life in the city, more often than not, Dave found himself quietly stunned by nature. The distant chirp of birds and rustle of trees was the soundtrack the day passed to, the cool breeze wrapping around the silence and ruffling his tacky open button-down. There were no texts, no emails, no traffic, and no responsibilities to shake him out of his peace- only green, as far as the eye could see.

Fire crackled softly as Aradia poked at the embers, not far off. When Dave lifted the brim of his hat to look at her, she flashed him a smile, warm as the sun.

She looked at home, here. With her curly hair twisted back in a ponytail and her knees dusted with dirt, her socks almost brown from the dust above her hiking books, she seemed happier than she ever was in the city, shuffling through museums in a pinchy blouse and waiting for someone to ask her about an exhibit. The sunlight brought out all the browns and reds in her dark hair and gave her skin a deep, golden glow. The way her laugh rang out through the forest on hiking trails was breathless and real, and her enthusiasm for life seemed brighter when she was knees deep in a stream, catching tadpoles in her palms.

Dave counted himself lucky that he got to see it.

The teakettle whistled softly above the fire, and Aradia pulled it off of the grate with ease. "Cider, or hot chocolate?" she asked.

"It's like you don't even know me, Rads." Dave sat up, rolling his shoulders to loosen some of the tension that had built up after leaning against the tree for so long. He tilted the brim of his hat back, looking over at the root his watercolors rested on. They seemed about dry, finally, which meant he'd be able to get to the next layer soon.

"Cider it is," she said with a smile, pouring up two of their mugs. She set the kettle back on the grate, away from the fire side, then moved over to join Dave in the shade.

He took a mug from her gratefully, dropping a kiss on her cheek. His hat bumped her head, which made her snort and steal it off his head, plopping it on her own instead. Dave decided he could live with that, and took a sip of his cider. "Ugh, what the fuck?"

Aradia snickered into her own mug. "Well, it's not going to be perfect! It is just a mix."

"It's like if you made apple cider with Mott's apple juice instead of some respectable shit, like whatever crack Trader Joe's puts in theirs. It's like watery piss." Dave wrinkled his nose, frowning down at the mug.

"If you want hot chocolate instead, you can always get up and make it!"

"I'll live with the watery piss."

She laughed at him, bright and beautiful. "I'll buy you cider when we get back to civilization."

"You're the best, babe." He took another sip of the cider, then grimaced. "What d'you know. It doesn't taste better on the second sip."

#aradia megido #dave strider #aradave #homestuck fanfiction #my fics #guardians au #asks #tumblr drabbles

[umichenginabroad]

(Prague) WEEK 4: Copenhagen, criminals, dystopian hostel, LDOC

Dobry den!! 

Last weekend I flew from Prague for the first time, and it was very easy. We took an uber to the airport and got there 1.5 hours before our flight, which was plenty of time. Security was very fast and the airport was pretty small so it was easy. We arrived in Copenhagen in the morning and immediately checked into our hostel. When I tell you our hostel was a literal CLOSET. In a giant room full of other little pods. It was so dystopian and kinda looked like a jail, but the bathrooms and common area were super nice to make up for it. Our pod fit the three of us just fine but we couldn’t all stand up at the same time lol.

Our pod and the giant hallway full of other pods

We walked around so much (my feet are dying), went to a cute flea market, tried a traditional Danish meatball smorrebrod, saw the famous street with the colorful buildings, and so much more. There were also docks on the water where people were tanning, swimming, and hanging out. We were planning on going to a food market and getting snacks to have a picnic at the docks but unfortunately it rained the rest of the day. 

Nyhavn and the docks

Flea market and cute flower shops everywhere!

We got checked on the bus and it was so scary. We had bought tickets for every other train/bus that we took, but we couldn’t figure out how to buy bus tickets and were so exhausted from walking all day so we just decided to wing it. The checkers came on the bus and yelled at us and took pictures of our IDs. I was so scared at first but they said since we are tourists it’s just a warning and we can’t ride public transportation without a ticket again. I told my family we are international criminals to scare them lol, but it wasn’t a big deal. I just know in the future to always buy a ticket!! It would’ve been so much worse if it happened in Prague since I’m living here, but luckily I bought the monthly tram pass here.

On Sunday when we got home, the weather was so nice so we decided to spend the day outside. We took a nap in the sun at Riegrovy Sady and finally got a little bit of a tan (it’s hard to get tan when you’re in class all day and we've been feeling pasty haha). Then Alyse and I went to La Boheme to struggle through our math homework, and the coffee and food was so good it made up for the difficult math problems.

Last week we spontaneously booked a flight for Ibiza to spend 24 hours there and see Calvin Harris and David Guetta so stay tuned to see if I make it out alive. We leave tomorrow and I can’t wait!! (If you can’t tell from these pictures, we were very excited to book it). But I have my linear algebra midterm two days after we get back so I was on my grind this whole week studying and sleeping a lot.

Getting excited and listening to Calvin Harris while we book our flights

Weekly favorites:

Coffee: Dirty Maple from La Boheme

Cafe: Vzorkovna (not exactly a cafe lol but we love this place. You can research if you want)

Restaurant: The Bowls

Sight: National Gallery (we went for class and some of the exhibits were super cool!)

Another amazing week in Prague/Europe! We’re now at the halfway point (I’m typing this in my very last art history class!), which actually makes me so sad. For our last day, our teacher took us to a cafe where we all got ciders and hung out, and it was such a special moment. I’m excited to only have one class a day moving forward, but I feel like I haven’t been in Prague for very long! My roommates and I were talking about how we planned all our trips and we will miss sitting down at our kitchen table together and stressing for hours as flight prices go up and down lol. We only have 2 more trips planned after this weekend, which makes me so sad. However, we are staying in Prague next weekend which I’m very excited about, because I haven’t spent a weekend here since the first weekend I got here. Thanks for keeping up with my adventures, see you next week!!

Parker Peterson

Industrial and Operations Engineering

Engineering in Prague

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEPrague #ParkerPeterson #IPESummer23 #CzechRepublic

[pareiwheeler]

doing this 50 question challenge thing! i got it from @paladin-n-cleric

1. who is your favourite tv show otp? byler

2. what's your favourite colour? green

3. favourite quote? "you were the aching, too-young sun for such a cold and rotting thing, you were the cure and never the disease"

4. what's your zodiac sign? aries

5. what is your middle name? angelina (🤮)

6. when is your birthday? march 20, 2 days before wills!

7. what is your love language? words of affirmation

8. would you rather watch a rom-com or a drama? rom-com

9. three places you want to go to? hawaii, japan, italy

10. favourite perfume/scent? lavender

11. what’s the last song you listened to? the opposite - the smile

12. i'm giving you a plane ticket, where are you going? san francisco

13. chocolate or vanilla? chocolate

14. cake or donuts? cake, unless the donuts are apple cider. than donuts.

15. you can only wear one colour for the rest of your life, what colour is it? blue

16. favourite quote from a book? "to see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it." (the ask and the answer, by patrick ness)

17. you are in a fight, which tumblr account are you getting to help you? i would say @will80sbyers

18. cotton candy or ice cream? ice cream for sure

19. what's your dream career? actor or author

20. biggest pet peeves? loud chewing

21. describe your style/aesthetic. mix of like 90s and 00s vibes. i basically dress like a mom

22. what's your favourite thing about yourself? my hair

23. what's your favourite day of the week and why? friday or saturday

24. morning or night person? night definitely

25. tea or coffee? coffee

26. you can only read one book for the rest of your life. what book is it? harry potter and the deathly hallows

27. you're stuck in a lift with your favourite tumblr account who is it? hmm @kidovna

28. do you have any siblings? yes, two with one on the way

29. what's your biggest fear? drowning

30. what is your favourite word and why? two words but shish kebab. its just fun to say

31. you're in a bookstore and you can get any three books you want, what are they? the first ones i see, because im impatient and i like books too much to not read the random ones i pick anyway

32. what is your comfort movie/tv show? mrs. doubtfire or IT

33. if you had to describe your tumblr with only 5 words what would they be? crazed aggression oh and byler

34. what celebrity/person in your life do you look up to the most? probably noah schnapp he is really awesome

35. what's the worst tv show/movie you have watched? oof probably sharkboy and lavagirl

36. what is your favourite/lucky number? 4

37. favourite flower? poppy

38. what is favourite gemstone? amber

39. you can dye your hair any colour and it would look good regardless, what colour are you dying it? red

40. you can go back or forward in time, how far back/foward are you going? 40 backwards, just for funsies

41. it's your last meal, what are you eating? zaxbys im so for real

42. favourite flavour of ice cream? strawberry

43. you can have dinner with one person dead or alive, who would it be? id be too nervous to meet a famous person

44. you can only use one product for the rest of your life, what product is it? soap. i haye being dirty

45. favourite time of the day? sunset. or lunch i like food

46. do you get complimented often? (if not here you go: you're an amazing person ♡) thats so sweet op ty and also yes sometimes

47. what languages do you know/want to learn? im learning spanish, i want to learn ASL

48. what's your favourite fruit? raspberries

49. the characters from the last tv show/movie you watched are planning your wedding, who's planning it? oh god mrs. doubtfire

50. nothing. i just wanted to say that ily. ily too!!

#tag games

[arcanemoody]

It's 4pm.

I’m in Chicago.

I’m drinking Diet Pepsi from a 12-pack we got from the grocery store.

Friday’s my day off so I took advantage of extra time to sleep in. Checked my emails, checked on my on-boarding process with the two companies I’m contracting with.

Rocket was approved for two weeks medical leave in addition to the two weeks she just had, per an order from the doctor. On new depression meds + waiting on results from a biopsy + work stress -- not a great way to heal.

I made a batch of cottage cheese a few days ago and ended up with two and a half pints of whey. Went to the grocery store to get sauerkraut supplies and Rocket tagged along. We got a bag of ice, some snacks, some apple cider, some stuff for dinner, and a couple packs of soda.

I mixed, jarred, and set a pint of Russian-style sauerkraut on the counter to ferment. No caraway seeds at the market, so I used dill weed and celery seed in addition to the salt, whey, carrots, and cabbage.

Mixed and set a pint of cold brew on the counter to steep.

Mild fatigue, no sound or heat sensitivity, no itches or constriction. I’m on my second outfit of the day, but that’s more about the cool weather than anything else. Every time I feel like chewing my fingernails, I lacquer on some cuticle oil.

Things I feel positive about today: employment. Autumn. We’re having chicken fajitas for supper tonight. I’m going to the movies later. We have the used book sale at Gerber-Hart tomorrow. The sun is out.

#R's depression journal