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yeehawbvby · 3 months

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 48

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n goes a little apeshit at JojaMart lmao

Author’s Note: *Crawls out of a pit covered in dirt and blood. Slaps this chapter down in front of you, on a SUNDAY no less!*

My health situation hasn’t improved whatsoever, but I will prevail, damnit!!

I wrote most of this and posted to ao3 early this morning, and haven't had a chance to proofread really. I'll do my best to get that done soon ^.^ Sorry if there are any weird wordings. Also sorry for the complete lack of Seb and Magnus in this one, I hope the shenanigans make up for it <3

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I hate that stupid, cryptic, blue note I got.

Ever since it came, I think about it every time I check the mailbox, without fail. I don’t want to, I kinda just want to forget it exists, but I just… I dunno. I have a bad feeling about it. A gut feeling. Like, something’s totally up with it. It’s just been sitting in my closet for safekeeping until I decide what to do, though.

For some reason, I’ve been too nervous to bring it back up to Magnus. He’s forgotten it exists, from what I can tell. I think I’ll do my best to keep it that way for now. It feels more like my burden to bear than his, and besides, he’s already got the whole region to take care of.

After today’s confirmation that I don’t have bills or anything important like that, I head inside to get ready to leave the farm. Reeeally hoping my routine will shake out my heebiejeebies.

I got the OK from Magnus to use his fancy shrine for Spirit’s Eve. Got an idea of what I think I want to make myself look like, too. Maybe a tiefling or something. If tieflings don’t really exist, I’m sure some sort of succubi, or imps, or some sort of creature that looks like one’s gotta, no? I suppose I could always fall back on just pretending I’m an elf… man, a tail and horns would be so fun though.

Either way, tomorrow is the big day and I am so ready for it.

I mean, like, almost ready. Whatever.

Today I’m going to Magnus’ place to get some practice in. Just a precautionary measure to try not to, like, blow myself up or something.

I’m gonna keep my outfit cozy and easy to move around in, but I have half a mind to make sure I wouldn’t mind losing these clothes in particular if something goes wrong with the transformation. Just some leggings, some crew-cut socks, an old hoodie, and my favorite boots, since I won’t have my shoes on in the shrine anyway. All of it is in black. Sebastian cosplay.

I’ll pop my red studs in too, gotta commit to the bit. I haven’t had time to talk to The Emo and see if he actually did get his shit pierced last night, but assuming he did, and assuming he was able to use these for it, I wanna go all out, baby.

Now, before I head to the tower, I’ve got some errands to run around town. I woke up a bit late so there’s gonna be more people out than I’m looking forward to, but hopefully I have no creepy Alex encounters or awkward conversations with Shane again.

I promised Sam I’d visit him at work sometime soon, so I might as well head there first. He hates it there, and it’s been a while since we’ve caught up, so I’ll hopefully be a welcome distraction. I’ll bring him a coffee too to keep his spirits high.

After it’s done brewing, I grab two foam cups and pour the coffee in. Knowing Sam, he probably needs this stuff sweet, and I’m in the mood for sweet too, so I pour in a bunch of vanilla-flavored creamer. To make the beverages ~gourmet,~ I add a little whipped cream to each, as well as a light drizzle of chocolate syrup. After securing the plastic lids and giving Cannoli some well-deserved love, I head out.

While I pass by the bus stop, I make eye contact with Pam. I’ve never spoken to her, but… I dunno. I can’t tell if I like her or not. She gives me a nasty stink eye and I can only further assume she’s as mean as she outwardly appears. Unless she was just cursed with an intense resting bitch face...

I smile Pam’s way anyway. She doesn’t smile back, but that’s okay. It doesn’t benefit anyone to be so judgemental of her.

I pass a few local moms once I make it to the town square. None really mind me, which could mean they either didn’t notice, or they don’t care. Either is fine by me. I don’t hear what they’re saying, but Caroline talks very animatedly just before the rest of the group bursts into laughter.

I turn my attention back ahead as I pass by Pierre’s and nearly bump into Marnie as she’s leaving the shop.

We both squeak out a little “Oh!” before apologizing in unison.

“I wasn’t really paying attention,” I double down.

“Oh, that’s fine. I rarely ever am!” She then motions to the two cups in my hands and adds, laughing, “At least the coffee’s safe!”

I awkwardly nod in agreement. Then, a brief flash of myself actually spilling coffee somewhere down the road raids my mind, my necklace tingling against my skin and my fingers practically buzzing.

Great.

“Everything alright, sweetie?”

That probably looked weird. “Yeah, sorry,” I try to recover, “just sleepy today!”

I take a sip of coffee to emphasize my point. Plus, I might as well drink what I can before these puppies go down. Hopefully I’ll be able to save at least one of them when the time comes.

“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that!” She puts a gentle hand on my shoulder. “I need to get back to the shop, but take it easy and don’t overwork yourself, you hear?”

I nod, thanking her and waving her off with a shy grin before I continue moving. Once I get closer to the spot I’m supposed to be spilling these drinks — just before that little bridge over the river by JojaMart — I begin to walk more cautiously. If I can just keep these steady and focus on the ground…

A sneeze creeps up on me. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck oh no.

Just as I’m beginning to carefully place one of the cups on the side of the bridge for safe keeping, the sneeze forces its way out of me. Luckily, one beverage — the one I hadn’t drank from yet — stays safely in my hand. Unluckily, the one I was working on trying to keep safe fell to the stones at my feet, opening up and dispersing its contents fucking everywhere.

God damnit.

“Nice one.”

God fucking damnit.

I look up to the voice. It turns out Shane’s outside having a smoke. He’s at the opposite end of the bridge watching my clumsiness unfold with an aloof look about him. He’s bent over to lean on the stone wall, his right elbow propped up and his corresponding cheek in his palm. His left forearm is flat against the structure while his left hand lazily dangles his cigarette between two fingers.

Is that pink nail polish on one of them? I wonder if that’s Jas’ doing.

I merely groan back my response, picking up the now-empty cup to discard in the trash bin near the store. As I proceed on my walk of shame past Shane, I point out, “At least my clothes stayed safe.”

Shane follows and asks, “How many ants do you think you murdered with that accident?”

I grin a little at his dry humor. “Oh it was a massacre,” I bounce back. “The war in Gotoro pales in comparison.”

“Ha!” Oh my god, I made Shane — the grumpiest fuck I’ve ever met — laugh?! “Right on. Seems like pointless violence anyway.”

I turn to see if I can catch him smiling for the first time, like, ever. It’s not there anymore, but there’s a residual brightness in his features.

Shane snuffs out his cig on the ashtray built into the garbage’s lid, abandoning it there before shoving his hands in the pockets of his bright blue shorts.

“Those sons’a bitches,” he nods in the direction of my carnage, “they had it coming.”

My nose scrunches as I laugh a little, giving him a funny look. “Damn, what’d they do to you?”

There’s a playful glint in his eye, as he deadpans me. “Exist.”

I shrug and nod — I get it, they can be pretty annoying! — and follow the man as he makes his way through the white-rimmed, glass-centered automatic doors. I try not to cringe outwardly at how many self-righteous pro-Joja fliers are on them.

Shane stops a few steps into the store. Turns around. I stop too and look up, tilting my head. What’re you looking at, punk? I think to myself. Dunno if I’d be pushing my limits by trying to say it out loud. Better not.

Shane gives me a weird look too, but I can barely see it. My senses are taking their damn time getting used to the obnoxiously fluorescent lighting.

“Don’t you shop at Pierre’s?” Shane wonders out loud.

I blink a few times as I adjust to the environment and then nod. “Visiting Sam,” I explain.

“Ah.” He nods too, in understanding, and then looking the other way he continues, “Enjoy.”

Shane makes his way towards a door to the right of the manager’s office. Says “Employee’s only,” so I’m assuming it’s a break room or something. I don’t miss the incorrect apostrophe, but choose not to linger on it either.

“You too.” He looks back over his shoulder, so I pair my well wishes with a lazy salute.

“Buh.”

…Buh?

I smile. I think he’s warming up to me!

Feeling a tad lost now that I’m alone, I look around before making any advances. Should’ve asked Shane if he knew where Sam would be around now. I dunno how the shifts work around here.

The cashiers to my left — a visibly exhausted red headed woman, probably in her late 30s or early 40s; and a scrawny, scruffy looking teenager, with thick-framed glasses sitting atop his freckled nose — both look miserable.

The boy is boredly leaning against the counter, zoned out on the ground in front of it. The woman looks totally spaced out on nothing in particular. It almost seems like she’s fighting off sleep, too. Poor lady.

The woman and I lock onto each other. She looks away from my face before I can even register it, but I notice her eyes flicker longingly to the coffee cup in my hand a few times after the fact. I peer between her and the beverage twice before I all but scurry away into the aisles. I’m too awkward for this. My only option is to retreat. Never said I wasn’t a coward.

While I venture past the boatloads of boxed, bagged and canned foods in search of the resident dog boy, I observe some of the products. Some don’t look safe for consumption, while others seem like they’d be fun to try as a one-off sort of deal. It overlaps a few times as well. I mean, why wouldn’t I want to try this cereal which very explicitly states on the box that it’s more sugar than grains? It makes me stifle a giggle. I like the brutal honesty.

I stop and stare at it for a sec. Gnawing my lip. Wondering if I should just…

No. I shan’t.

I break away from temptation and trek on. As I reach the end of the aisle, I pan across the back of the store. More shelf-stable products, a small produce section… ah!

Sam looks like he’s supposed to be mopping the floor near the freezers. To be fair, he is holding a mop, and it is touching the floor! But instead of cleaning, he uses the tool as a microphone; singing against the end of the brown wooden handle, both hands passionately gripping it as he bends his torso to quietly belt one part in particular. Sam’s eyes are shut, his bulky black headphones are secured over his ears, and he has not a single worry in the world.

Holding his coffee in both hands now, I stop walking and lean against a nearby shelf. Observing. Waiting. Eventually he’ll have to see me.

He does a little spin move and carelessly bumps into the bucket of soapy water he’s working with, causing it to slosh around a little. Some of it lands on the floor, and some on the pants of Sam’s jumpsuit. Doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

He does another spin the opposite way and nearly knocks over the conveniently placed display of sprinkles that are situated right in front of the ice cream freezer.

I feel like I should probably stop him before something bad happens, but he looks so damn content and so stinkin’ cute that I can’t be assed.

Just as I’m thinking this, he opens his eyes, completely avoiding my direction while he immediately peers over his shoulder. Sam scans around, getting a full view of the proximate areas. It seems like he’s just making sure he’s not about to get caught by his boss or something, if I had to guess.

Eventually he lands on me. We both smile wide, and I triumphantly hold up his (unspilled!!) coffee in one hand, presenting it with a small flourish of the other and a bow of my head.

“For you, my good sir.” I make sure to sound extra fancy, dropping my voice an octave and annunciating my words a bit too much.

He looks around again before meeting me in the middle with a fist bump, completely ignoring my bit. Aw man.

“Hell yeah, thanks dude!”

I shoot some awkward finger guns at him, “You got it, bud.”

“You didn’t make yourself one?”

I sigh, lamenting, “I did…”

Sam scans my face as we share a short silence. Then, the lightbulb almost visibly goes off in his noggin. “You spilled it, didn’t you?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I spilled it, yeah.”

“Buuummer, dude.” He pats my head and I sigh, leaning into his touch. I’ll be damned if I don’t still love head-pats, even if it’s been a while since I’ve gotten one. “Wanna split this one then?” he offers, palm still on my crown. At this point he’s just trying to messy me up.

“No thanks, I’ll just grab another later if I’m really craving it.” Not having noticed the trance I’ve been in as my hair gets slowly and steadily ruined — it feels nice, okay? — I finally look up at him, cheekily glaring as I manually remove his large hand from me. I add on as I try to repair the frizzy aftermath, “Sick performance, by the way!”

“You think so?” he beams. Makes me laugh.

“Of course! It looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

Sam’s face is a bit flushed as he takes the compliment, not even trying to hide it; he has a big goofy grin on his face, too.

It drops and Sam looks behind him as a deep voice with a bit of a southern twang booms from one of the aisles nearby. “Samson?”

“Shit, here.”

Sam hurriedly places his coffee into my hand and rushes back near his water bucket, looking around for his manager as he moves. I try to make things less suspicious by pretending to look at some nearby end caps.

I take a peek over when I hear Sam greet the man, “Hiya! What’s up, Morris?”

Crossing his arms and puffing out his chest to try and make himself look mighty, a man in a navy blue suit, a bright red bow tie, and a poorly-applied black toupee corrects him. “That’s Mr. Saxton, son.”

I roll my eyes. Awesome to know the guy running this Joja is just as insufferable as the dudes who work on the corporate side.

Sam puts an anxious hand on the back of his neck, and halfheartedly smiles as he apologizes, his speaking patterns much more formal than before. Poor guy… it hurts to see him having to tone it down so much for this dipshit.

I turn my attention back in front of me so as to give him some privacy. Not sure he’d want me to hear him getting his ear talked off.

This display is full of holiday cards... I might as well waste some time with these bad boys. I pick up one with a cartoon beagle wearing a birthday hat on it, stealing a sip of Sam’s coffee as I read the pun on the front: “Have a doggone good birthday!” Alright, nice and cheesy start…

I flip the card open. It starts blaring Baha Men’s “Who Let The Dogs Out.” Fucking hell. Jumpscare me, why doncha! I shudder at how tinny the music sounds — likely made worse by its volume — then close the card and place it back in its spot, not bothering to read more.

“Excuse me, miss?”

I peer over my left shoulder, and see that Mr. Saxton is making his way towards me. A vein is popping in his forehead, but he has a toothy smile on his face that screams customer service. Not sure what’s going on and feeling a little anxious about the situation, I don’t answer with words — I just turn my body to him and watch him expectantly.

My eyes flicker to Sam real quick, who’s closer to the opposite end of the freezers now. He’s looking over here though, and when his eyes catch mine, he mouths “Go!” and motions his arm towards the front end of the store. Maybe he got caught socializing or something… wouldn’t doubt that there’s probably heavy surveillance in here. Man.

I look back at Sam’s boss as he says, “I’m going to need you to discard your beverage.”

My brows furrow and I tilt my head. “Why?”

Ah, he’s the asking-questions-is-talking-back type: He huffs a deep breath and tilts his head as if to mimic me, clasping his fingers together in front of his ribs. The smile and vein are both still on his face.

“It is not only unacceptable to bring your own food into a grocery store,” he strains, “but I cannot have you spilling your drink all over our products.”

…I haven’t spilled anything. What does he think I am, some crusty little kid?

Damn, this is bringing out a rage that I haven’t experienced since working behind a Joja desk. I didn’t know I was even capable of it anymore. Must be something about the overstimulatingly bright blues, or the blindingly white strips of lights. Same ones we had above each cubicle in the office.

My anxiety is rapidly replaced with a petty yearn to cause a ruckus as I realize that I don’t work for Joja anymore. I never have to even come here again, actually.

I don’t answer to this fucko! I don’t answer to anyone!

Screw this guy!

Feeling courageous, I put on my own customer service mask as I inquire, “Do you want me to spill this on your products?”

“E-excuse me?!”

I hover the cup near the cards, tilting it a little. Doing a little eyebrow wiggle too for good measure. “It feels like you dooo.”

“I— w-what are you doing?”

Seb would be so proud if he were here. Not sure how Magnus would react, but I’d like to imagine he’d support me too.

Completely on impulse, I bring the cup in front of me and splash a little coffee in the man’s direction instead of the cards’. The now-lukewarm liquid splatters onto the white button-down beneath his jacket and rapidly seeps into the fabric, leaving a light brown, unsightly splotch.

Sick, got him where it hurts and none got on the floor! Less work for Sam!

Making sure my voice is just as cheery as Morris was trying to keep his, I cap this off, “Stop treating your employees like crap and stop treating complete strangers like children, asshole.”

This feels so good. My heart is racing and my pits feel a little moist and I might just end up an anxious mess the second I walk away, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t cool as fuck in the moment. When Leah asked me last week if Magnus ever wanted to go apeshit, it didn’t even occur to me how badly I wanted to go apeshit.

I walk down the nearest aisle as Morris continues sputtering something about me leaving, paying for this, whatever.

Shane’s kneeled down in the middle of the aisle stocking shelves. He faces me for a moment and grins slyly. “That was cool as hell.” Why does this feel so validating? “A woman after my own heart.”

HUH?

I blink that fucking flashbang away — seriously, the last time I saw him he was still being a dick, and today he’s treating every interaction like we’re fully acquainted, if not more, what the heck — as he turns away to scan items onto the shelf again.

“I really didn’t do much…” I really didn’t. Just kinda caused a minor inconvenience for the guy.

My hands are shaking though, so it must be catching up to me.

“That still took some balls.” He glimpses at me briefly and adds, “Y’look like you might cry, though. Get outta here before I change my mind about you.”

I huff out a quiet laugh and steady Sam’s — well, my, now — coffee in both hands. “On it, boss.”

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dona-draws · 4 months

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🎃Last Legacy Halloween Special-Anisa (Final Part)🎃

Ta DAH!!! ✨✨ I DID IT!!

First off, I wanna thank everyone who gave me suggestions a few months ago, without you I probably would have given up on this project ages.

So the people I used suggestions for this special thing.

✨@bmkad07 suggested Nova’s and Anisa’s outfit, so I will give them a two characters half body lineart!

✨@benii_bene also suggested Nova’s costume, so they will get an one character half body lineart!

✨@jhust.e suggested Felix’s costume so they will also be getting an one character half body lineart!

I will dm you later about the details.

🔮Anisa’s cosplaying for Halloween as her…dun DUN DUN…her FATHER, The Lord of Shadows.

🔮She hates it, but she did it cause Leo insisted lmao 😂😂😂

Thank you guys for following this belated journey!💕💕 I had fun and used the chance to practice my coloring! I love these characters and drawing them properly meant a lot to me! I will give soon updates about what I will be working on next year and when the LL prologue comic will come back! Have fun during these holidays!! I’m gonna prepare presents for my family, so still busy and late as usual lol

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braindamagedteen · 2 months

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i hate when people ask what i wanna do with my life when i’m older & what job i want - i don’t know how to tell them that i just want to be a NEET who posts blogs on tumblr & twitter who bedrots and posts fit checks in cute outfits & cosplays! the only time i’d ever go outside would be for cosplay cons & to buy groceries, it’d be nice to have a girlfriend on top of that so that i could rest & cuddle her whilst she rids me of any responsibilities - the most ‘job’ thing i’d do is maybe be an influencer or make visual novels & art commissions! me and my girlfriend could cosplay together and just be so so cute & id let her do whatever as long as she’s happy even if it means that it’ll end up hurting me!

i know people might be like ‘why would u wanna be a NEET/hikki ’ it’s not really a want but i know that’s how i’m gonna end up, if u don’t include school i haven’t left my house in months & the only reason i AM leaving soon is for a cosplay convention, i don’t have motivation to do anything, the only reason i haven’t been slicing is because i don’t even have motivation to do that, my friends always congratulate me on staying clean but i know that there’s no need for that because if i even had an ounce of energy it’d go into doing that!!!!!!! my rooms a mess & i can’t even eat healthily, i only eat junk food & coca cola because it’s the only thing i can do!!!!!!!!!

#hiki #hikicore #hikichan #hikikomori #hikki #hikkichan #hikkicore #hikkigirl #hikkikomori #hikkineet #neetcore #neet #neetblr #shblrr #self h@rm #tw self destruction #tw self destructive behavior

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a-little-unsteddie · 1 year

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for a minute in the sunlight I

i reached 400 followers today which is insane so have part one of a fic i’ve been working on. once i’m not half asleep i’ll post it to ao3 as well, which will be linked at the end of this note. this is an au i’ve been floating around in my head for a while now, which basically is my rendition of a meet cute ft. Famous!Steve x Normal(ish)!Eddie. except, eddie is a cosplayer, the character that steve voice acts for is coincidentally the character that eddie cosplays as, but that’s later. eddie has no idea that steve is the VA tho. ALSO eddie runs a booth in artist alley with chrissy! anyway, here is part one lol.

ao3 link

—part I: 1.7k words—

“Eddie Munson! You better be on your way!” Chrissy’s voice greeted him as Eddie pressed the ‘accept call’ button and pulled the phone up to his ear. He looked around his hotel room and grimaced.

“I am! I swear I am! I’m gonna get us coffee, though,” he said, grabbing his backpack filled with his convention supplies. He looked around the room, almost ‘aha’-ing out loud before grabbing the ‘artist’ lanyard he had gotten the night before as well as the hotel keycard.

“Good! If you’re not here before the booth opens I swear to god I’ll cut your hair!” She threatened him, causing Eddie to laugh.

“Relax! I’m almost to the cafe,” he lied, dashing out the door and shutting it quietly behind him to not alert the girl on the other end of the phone.

“You’re supposed to be here, y’know, at the convention, to be at your booth, to sell your art!” She snapped at him, sounding more amused than actually upset.

“I’ll be there soon! With coffee!” Eddie repeated, before hanging up just as the elevator dinged at him to indicate its arrival. He stepped onto the elevator, smiling stiffly at the stranger already occupying it. She glanced at him, but ultimately ignored his existence, which was just fine in his opinion.

Okay, so. Eddie knew Chrissy was right to be mad at him—he was meant to be at the venue around 9, and it was nearing 10, and the convention starts at 10:30, so really he had about 45 mins to get there, which was more than enough time to get there. But he was supposed to be there at 9, so he could be set up by 10, for opening at 10:30. He was forever grateful that Chrissy was a morning person and willing to put up with his bullshit.

They had known each other for years, growing up in the same small middle-of-nowhere town as each other. She had been cheer captain while he was forever bullied by the other jocks, but she had come to him one day and decided that he was going to be her best friend. Well, more like, Eddie decided that he wasn’t going to sell some girl hard drugs and instead talked to her.

The rest was history, as they say.

Eddie helped her get away from Jason, her abusive boyfriend, and Chrissy helped him get away from Hawkins. She was also the primary reason he was able to do art and cosplay as a full time gig, as she was able to market and manage his chaos better than he ever could. What had started out as a hobby that Eddie took on to express his frustration with the world had turned into his career, thanks to Chrissy. He had started out by posting his art onto instagram, tiktok, and tumblr, just wanting to show off the work he did for some fandoms he was active in.

Chrissy was also the one to convince him to try to sell his art. To his surprise, fans and non-fans alike ate his work up and bought the fuck out of it. Chrissy also helped him with starting to do conventions as a job rather than as an attendee — she helped him put together his portfolio and designs and ideas into something cohesive that could be set up in a booth in the artist alley of whatever conventions they could get into.

All of that is to say, Eddie owed a lot to Chrissy for his current life. One thing that Eddie couldn’t get figured out was time management. He was able to do most other things with Chrissy, like managing his online presence, restocking his prints when he was low, managing the booth when they were at a con. However, he could never seem to get anywhere on time the first go around. The first day of cons, without fail, led to Eddie arriving a few minutes before the booth opened to the rest of the con.

Which is why Eddie was running late, again.

Chrissy should know better than to expect him on time, but he also figured maybe he could work harder at being on time. Not that he didn’t try, he set an abundance of alarms every time, but one thing or another caused him to be late. This time it was the fact his alarm was set for 7:30 in the evening, instead of morning. He had woken up, checked his phone, saw it was 8:37 and shot up like a rocket to get his shit together. He was meant to do some sort of look today, but had decided against it so that way he wasn’t completely behind. So he just did a basic look — unfortunately that still took him nearly an hour. He didn’t even do make up, which to be fair, he never did on the first days of conventions.

Eddie was so caught up in his thoughts, rushing towards the cafe he knew was near the convention center, that he crashed right into someone leaving said cafe. He swore loudly, stumbling back with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention, oh my god,” Eddie rushed out, staring at the spilt coffee on the ground. There were two to-go cups laying there, making Eddie feel even worse because this person wasn’t just getting coffee for themselves. He looked up to apologize again, except the words died in his throat.

Was it cliché to say it was love at first sight?

The man looked less angry and more just sad at the coffee that was spilled at their feet, which, to be fair, Eddie felt really bad about.

The man looked up and caught Eddie’s eyes and Eddie was gone. He had honey colored hair, eyes made of milk chocolate, freckles dotted his cheeks, and Eddie could see moles on his neck and expected him to be covered in them. He smiled apprehensively at Eddie, as if expecting a sort of reaction to seeing him, but Eddie was distracted by his jawline. He felt heat crawling up his neck, and took a deep breath to steady himself.

“I’m more than happy to buy you new coffee, I’m so sorry,” Eddie apologized again, eyes wide.

“No— it’s okay,” the man responded and Eddie was floored because was there anything about this man that wasn’t completely perfect? Eddie knew he likely had heart eyes but he couldn’t help it, the stranger was just gorgeous.

“I insist! I ran into you, caused you to spill not one but two coffees! Let me buy you replacements at least,” Eddie pressed earnestly, smiling brightly, trying to put on his charm which he hadn’t used in years. It seemed to work, because the stranger's cheeks tinted pink as he nodded shyly. “Great! I’m Eddie,” he said, reaching out to offer his hand to shake, before changing his mind immediately and moving to grab the door. “After you, sweetheart.”

“Steve,” the stranger—Steve—responded, smiling timidly as he ducked back into the cafe. Eddie followed, letting his gaze drop for a moment to take a peek at his ass, which Eddie was dismayed to also find perfect. This is simultaneously the best and worst day of Eddie’s life.

“Nice to meet you,” Eddie said as they came to a stop at the end of the line. “What are you in Chicago for?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

Steve seemed to relax at the question, smiling softly as he answered. “Well, officially, I’m here to go to a convention, but unofficially I’m here to visit a friend I don’t get to see as often as I want.”

Eddie lit up, eyes bright with excitement. “Oh, no way? I’m going to a con too! I run a booth in artist alley! Maybe we’ll see each other?” He said, grinning at Steve. The man smiled back, eyebrows furrowed as he took in the excited man beside him.

“Yeah, maybe,” he agreed, raising his eyebrows.

“Look for a booth called CorrodedCoffin Art, and that’ll be mine! If I’m not there, Chrissy will be, so you can just ask her where I am,” Eddie said, enthusiastically. The idea that he could see this man again was already making him vibrate with excitement.

“I’ll look for you,” Steve said earnestly, smiling crookedly. “I have a lot to do this weekend, but hopefully I can stop by and see you.” Eddie bobbed his head, pretty much bouncing in place.

“Cool! Oh! It’s our turn. You can order first,” the metalhead said, gesturing in front of him. Steve smiled at him before turning to the barista.

“Back so soon?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

Steve laughed, glancing at the man next to him. “Yeah, this guy ran into me and spilled both of my drinks,” he said, leering teasingly at Eddie, who felt his cheeks heat.

“I said sorry! And I’m buying you new drinks to make up for it,” Eddie defended, crossing his arms and pouting. Steve snorted softly, before returning his attention to the barista. He ordered his two drinks before moving to the side to let Eddie order.

“One large iced caramel mocha, and one extra large iced white chocolate mocha, please,” he ordered with a hum. He handed over his card, barely disguising a wince as she read off the total to him.

“Extra large, huh?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows. Eddie laughed, shrugging helplessly.

“I was supposed to be at the convention center an hour ago,” he admitted, smiling, “the extra large is for Chrissy to make up for it.” He paused for a minute, looking Steve up and down and decided ‘fuck it’. “Can’t say I regret being late, though,” he said, winking at the man. Eddie delighted in watching Steve’s cheeks turn pink and itched to know how far down his body the flush spread.

“Well, I for one am glad you were running late,” Steve said, causing Eddie to grab a piece of his hair and hide a grin behind it. He watched as Steve’s gaze went down and then back up to meet his eyes.

Sooner than either man hoped, their orders were fulfilled. Eddie checked the time absentmindedly and cursed, seeing it was nearing 10:15. He reached into his bag and grabbed a sharpie, grinning as he wrote down his number onto a napkin.

“I am running late, but text me, maybe?” He asked, grinning shyly at the man as he tucked the napkin into his front pocket. He winked at him one more time before grabbing his drinks and dashing out the door. Chrissy would forgive him, probably.

#genuinely so excited to write more of this #but this is for fun so idk how often i’ll post #cosplayer!eddie #famous!steve #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #st #steve harrington x eddie munson #for a minute in the sunlight #unsteddie writing

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raccooncityriots · 2 months

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Current Figure Pre-Orders

Posting this to remind myself that I have enough on order and I do not need to order every merch set they release for gundam seed freedom. Also with wonhobby soon I’m like 👀👀 and I need to not.

02/2024

Wondering Witch - Elaina - 1/7 Scale

I LOVE Elaina’s design. I swear I’m gonna cosplay her one of these days just as an excuse to wear a giant hat. She has a ton of figures and I ended up going with this one because of the base. LUCKILY she’s already paid for. Thanks, past me.

GUNDAM SEED - Kira, Lacus, & Athrun - Figuarts mini

I was between these and their Nyandam set for a long time, but I ultimately went with these. I love the nyandam stuff, but man I find it hard to justify the price on ‘em. I do wish Athrun and Kira looked a bit happier but I still think it’s a cute set.

05/2024

Lycoris Recoil - Chisato & Takina - Nendroid

I’m so glad I didn’t order their original nendroids, the cafe versions are so cute!! I’m so excited for these.

06/2024

Tian Guan Ci Fu - Hua Cheng - 1/7

He is also paid for. I have no idea where I’m going to put him, I have no space on my MXTX shelf for him. I really hope they put out a different Xie Lian scale to go with him since I’m not a huge fan of his “he who pleases the gods” figure. Like, come on give me any other outfit.

Amnesia - Shin - Nendroid

I wish he came with more accessories. If I’m remembering right, he really just comes with his card. Other than that I’m pretty happy with the prototype.

07/2024

Amnesia - Toma - Nendroid

I really said when I saw the nendroid announcement, “I’m just going to get Ukyo and Shin, I don’t need to buy all of them” and then they gave Toma the fucckin’ cage. I’m dying.

10/24

Fushigi no Kuni no Alice - 1/6

I cannot get over how cute she is!! One day I want a whole shelf of my cookbooks and all my cafe themed figures/standees

And that’s it as of now. I just ordered some of the SEED x Sanrio stuff, but none of those are figures exactly.

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bigjimbopickens · 2 months

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Haven’t posted in a while so here, have a Cupcake fursuit update:

She has a tail now, and human hands 😨

Doesn’t fit perfectly because I’m just using a small amount of fabric + Velcro to attach it to a belt loop on the overalls instead of what I’d normally do. Good enough tbh. I now have a sewing machine so I didn’t have to hand-sew it this time (like I did for the rest of her 💀)

And also immediately after the bathroom mirror selfies I found ribbons and added them to her hair:

Didn’t feel like suiting up again because I’m gonna be wearing her a lot real soon. Speaking of;

I will be at FanExpo Vancouver this weekend (February 17-18) and Vancoufur on March 8-9th! I will be wandering around as her at both events :)

Other possible cons I’ll be at are Vernon Comic-Con in May, Kelowna Comic-Con again in June and Fur-Eh in Edmonton in July but no actual plans have been made. Basically if it’s a cosplay convention in western Canada chances are I’ll be there.

Also Happy Valentine’s Day I guess too :3

#rtgamecrowd #rtgame cupcake fursuit #rtgame cupcake fanart #rtgame

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silentjaxx · 9 months

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I want to live like a princess, even if for a day.

Gonna release this here before anyplace else so you’re in for a treat! Star Butterfly has been one of my personal favorites to cosplay over the years, so it only made sense to do a nice shoot with the character for Animenext! Naturally I couldn’t resist not doing this calming shot with my wand and I couldn’t be happier with this result!

I’m in love with the nice glassy lens effect my photographer went with for this as and the other shots we took as you can see here and it really fit the epic mood of this scene. Part of the shots including this one we took in the outside part of my hotel where there’s a small garden and a few others in the lobby including a nice mirror shot I’ll put up later. I really felt like I was unleashing her cute princess side so much!

Also got to do another shoot with Star at Otakon and pretty soon I’ll be doing an outdoor shoot at a botanical garden with the cosplay so there’ll be more Star content blessing your feed! I know there’s still some Star fans out there on here so any kind of support inc. likes/reblogs/etc. would mean so much to me.

Photo by squidlyuwuphotography (Instagram)

#star butterfly #star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #star butterfly cosplay #star vs the forces of evil cosplay #svtfoe cosplay #cosplay #cosplayers of tumblr #cosplays #cosplay photoshoot #cosplay photography

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fandomgremlinlover · 2 months

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My opinions on the ATLA Live action series (just from the first episode):

….I fucking hate it.

No, the visuals are not the problem. And no, the cast is not the problem. It’s the fucking dialogue and delivery. As well at the changes they’ve made.

I can tell you right now, as a hard core atla fan, LA katara is not the katara I know. Why the FUCK is this girl not RAGEFUL AND SASSY!!! There is literally nothing to work with, her personality is dry, and her dialogue and delivery is so fucking blaaaannnd. It literally makes me want gouge my eyeballs out. My girl has been RUINED!!! THIS IS MUTINY!?!? Not only that, but aang’s lines and dialogue make me want to cringe and cry and throw up. His delivery is NOT done well (I blame the fuckin directors for this) and his lines make absolutely NOOOO sense for his character. Wheres the goofy little boy I know!?! Wheres the kid who RAN AWAY bc he was scared to be the Avatar!?! WHERES AANG!?!?

His reactions to his people being dead and gone are NOT it👁️👄👁️ also that reaction for Gyasto came out of fucking nowhere. He ALREADY knew about his peoples death, and how the fire nation had something to do with it!? He literally went from, “IM GONNA FUCKING KILL EVERYONE WITH MY AVATAR POWERS!!” to literally, “sorry guys,😢😢 I don’t know what got into me, I guess I overreacted a bit😰😔”…..NO YOU DIDNT AND WHY ARE YOU SO MATURE FOR 12 YEARS OLD!?!? ALSO WHY DID THEY CHANGE HIM FROM RUNNING AWAY!?! TO “I think I need some time to think guys😕😕😔😔” LIKE—NOOOOOOOO YOUR SUPPOSED FO FEEL AFRIAD OF BEING THE AVATAR AND BEING SENT AWAY AND YOU DONT WANT FO BE DIFFERENT AND SO YOU RUN AWAY FROM YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES BC YOUR IN DENIALLLLLLL😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Not only that, but media literacy is dead. Bc wtf do you mean you have to explain ALLLL the lore and info dump in the first episode😀 What happened to show not tell, hmm??? What happened to people having to use their fucking BRAINS to figure out themselves!?!? WHY THE HELL DID YOU PUT THE ORIGINAL INTRO INTO GRANNY’S DIALOGUE!?!?

AND WHY, do pray tell, DID YOU TELL AANG ABOUT THE GENOCIDE TO HIS PEOPLE IN THE FIRST FUCKING EPISODE!?!??! AND LITERALLY HAVE HIM REACT “man we lose people, but we gotta move forward😔” NOOOOOO WHYYY, AGAIN, DO YOU HAVE TO PUT IN BLOCKBUSTER MOVIE DIALOGUE💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

Iroh is a whole other can of worms that I will open later, but right now what you need to know is, I’m fucking pissed.

Now onto another issue, Zuko’s scar…Why the hell is it pretty-fied!?! Like, that is NOT Zuko’s fucking scar and anyone who wants to argue me about that can suck a lemon. Bc I’ve seen WAYYYY better makeup done by cheap ass makeup for cosplays. Let me say that again, COSPLAYS. Zuko’s scar is supposed to cover at LEAST half his face, and reach his ear. It’s supposed to be ugly and unsatisfying to look at. Because it’s a fucking fire burn. Also he can barely lift his fucking eyelid in the canon show, so what the fuck is that about!?! Like I don’t WANT a nice, aesthetically pleasing scar, I want an ACTUAL FUCKING BURN THAT DOESNT LOOK LIKE IT WAS DRAWN ON BY EYELINER!!!!!🤬🤬🤬

Sokka, my poor sweet funny Sokka…what have they done to you!!😭😭 They removed his most IMPORTANT character arc bc it was “iffy” and “was not relevant to the plot”…..it was fucking relevant you sick sacks of shit, he’s supposed to be iffy and then later grow threw Suki. He’s SUPPOSED TO BE SEXIST AND GROW AS A CHARACTER BC EVERYONE HAS FLAWS!?! IT WAS MEANT TO PROGRESS HIM BECOMING A BETTER LEADER AND MAKE HIM LEARN THAT UNDERESTIMATING HIS ENEMIES IS A NO GO!?!? LIKE, EVEN 9 YEAR OLD FUCKING ME SAW THAT SHIT!?!? BUT YOU CANT????? 💀

The only thing I enjoyed about this episode was the visuals, and admittedly, the air temple battle scene. It got to me, and it goes to show that the fire benders were brutal when they committed a genocide against the Air nomads. That was it….i…I don’t know how I sat through the rest of the episode….bc it makes me SOO angry. Like, as soon as the ending credits came, I started sobbing. They had the ability and the tools to make a great live action of ATLA, but they blew it. Because this show isn’t for the fans or for anyone who likes to sit down and discuss the meanings and implications of each scene and its significance for the show. No, this show is for people who only want noise in the background. I don’t care for it, and I’m not happy with what they’ve done. When I heard the original creators stepped away from it bc they were promised this show would be exactly like the original series, but instead they chose what they wanted to do and change. I knew we were doomed. I understand there are people who live the live action, and I understand. But I simply cannot tolerate the show when I know they could do better. I hate to compare shows and medias, but One Piece set my expectations really high. Bc the creator had full control or say over any and every decision that was made in the LA. The Live action ATLA disappointed me and I’m very sorry to say that I didn’t enjoy it. But I had a hunch, and for me, I was right.

#atla #atla live action #atla netflix #atla rant #live action atla #opinion #rant/vent

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Can you do Lorelai Blyndeff on a date with her s/o?

GASP THATS CUTE ACTUALLY OMG

edit: it kept deleting parts of fic so i’m getting rid of the cut! LONG POST WOOOO

On a Date with Lorelai Blyndeff!

🐰🫧💖💜

For her, the destination for your date was just a hop, skip, and a jump. However, you lived further away, so you had to resort to taking the bus. It didn’t help that it was fairly loud and really, really gross.. and that it was a bit behind schedule. Not only yours, but the entire bus times were 5 minutes behind! It began to eat at you; the thought that your significant other might think you’re standing her up! You quickly pull your phone out to reassure her that you would in fact be there! Despite your frantic frenzy to text your girlfriend, your attention had been brought to the the slowing down of the very long vehicle. Okay, this had to be your stop…

It was.

Your unfinished text was shut off with your phone and shoved into your pocket as you scurried off the bus, thanking the bus driver as you left.

It was a little ways off from where you wanted, but you know, running is and option.

An option you didn’t hesitate in making!

You bolted down the sidewalk to your girlfriend, Lorelai Blyndeff, who was looking at her phone; her mannerisms were rather worried.

“L-LORI!!” You yelled with the small amount of breath you had left. Okay, maybe running wasn’t the best option; could have thought that one out more, huh..

Her melancholy body language immediately changed as she quickly turned around, “UGH!! What took you so long!” She pouted playfully only to stumble backwards when you quite literally jumped into her arms. She gave you a lovingly-aggressive hug back.

“hEY-” she nearly pushed the little wind left whilst picking you up and spinning the two of you on the ball of her foot, “some of us don’t live conveniently around the corner from cute shops, LORI.” you teased back as she let your feet touch the floor again. Was she always that strong?? The thought itched the back of your mind.

“Plus, the bus was running late. I tried to text you but I got here as soon as I was about to send it.” You mentioned.

“OH” her shocked demeanor became more known, “Not gonna lie, when I saw how long you were typing, I thought you were breaking up with me.”

“NO!!!?!?!” you huffed, remembering how out of breath you were, “I was [GASP] running here.”

“I could not tell lol.” She teased.

Upon recollecting yourself and your ability to breathe, you were able to take in her full outfit. ‘Oh, she actually went through with it.’ you thought in a positive connotation. She was cosplaying a rather familiar-looking bunny. The way she perfectly styled her hair to look like bunny ears was adorable; she was so creative!

“God, you’re so pretty!” You gushed at your lovely gal pal.

The lovely little Lori in question put a hand on her cheek, twirled her hair, and averted her eyes from you to in her blushy state, “Pfft, aww thanks!” With the same hand that was on her cheek, she removed from there only to make a playful shooing motion at you.

“Anywho, before my little sister bursts a blood vessel because I’m not at work (when i have the day off by the way) let’s go in! I’ve been dying to go here with you!!” Her annoyed tone at the mention of her sister was whisked away as she took your hand and brought you into the café.

The amount of days Lorelai “had off” were very concerning.. Especially considering her family’s financial situation. But if she wanted to spend them with you? You could let the malpractice slide for now.

As soon as the two of you had entered the shop, the little treats, drinks, and various merchandise that seemingly littered the many shelves in a rather hurried-decorative manner had her mesmerized. You too of course, but you were more focused on her lovely flabbergasted expression. She absolutely loved everything she was taking in, even if it was extremely overpriced!

What mainly caught your attention though, was an adorable bunny backpack. It was small in size but oh-so-very-soft to the touch! It wasn’t really Lori’s favorite color, but there’s nothing dye can’t fix! But if you wanted to get it for her, it wouldn’t be today. You can’t just buy a present for someone when they’re in the same store as you! How do you hide that?

Aside from that matter, there was quite a more pressing one at hand: who’s paying for what?

“So uh,,” you piped up, “sorry to ask again, but were you paying for the drinks or was I? I mean, I don’t mind! I just wasted to make sure-”

“Chill, sweet thing. You can pay for yourself, don’t worry about me!” She pointed her thumb back at herself in her usual, overly-confident manor, “My dad slipped me some extra cash, so I could even pay for you!” she grinned.

You wanted to question how Martin was allowed to have any sort of “extra money”, but hey, if Lori was happy, you could let it slide for now.

“Not to mention my 20% discount on food and drink!” Her thumbs quickly turned to a finger gun which she pointed at you! And she winked! Ooh, sassy!

You let out a giggle, “Hehe, alrighty.”

——

The drinks you two had ordered were absolutely scrummy! Just cram-jam full of flavor! Not to mention the chips she had bought were to die for! This place was definitely worth the wait.

“This was a lot of fun!” you began, giving a little kiss to your girlfriend, “Even if it were for a short time, I’m glad i got to spend it with you, Lori.”

The sincerity of your words cut through her heart as she looked at you with dumb tears appearing in the corner of her eye, “Aww, really?” Did she not hear that enough??

“Yeah of course!” You hugged her.

The hug lasted a bit longer than you expected. You didn’t mind of course, you loved your girlfriend and wanted her to feel loved too.

When the two of yo let go of each other, a rather suspicious noise came from behind your back.

‘Shit.’ You thought, ‘Maybe she didn’t hear tha-

“Oh? Did you buy something else?” She gave you a skeptical glance, trying to see what was behind you.

“O-OH- No..! Just the,” what could you possibly make up on the fly that she would totally believe, “The fake plant….?” Nailed it.

“Babe.” Her skepticism turned to a harsh-looking dead pan stare, “Babe, now you have to show me. That was so bad.!” She laughed.

Dammit.

“Okay yeah, that’s fair.” You easily gave up. I mean, you were going to give this to her anyways—just not in its current condition— so it’s not like this is really spoiling any big surprise.

When Lorelai had mentioned they would be going back outside due to the crowd forming, you saw your opportunity! You stated you were going to look around a bit more and that you would meet her on the bench with all of the fake, decorative plants on it. She slipped you a kiss and agreed. Once she had left, you rushed to the bunny plush-shaped backpack and almost slammed it on the counter, “How much for this?” You quickly questioned the cashier. They said 45$, you said sure, and now here you are, the surprise spoiled for you significant other. Darn packaging!!

Nonetheless, youu obliged with her request and brought forth the very crinkly bag, “You can go ahead and open it. I was gonna keep it a surprise until Valentine’s Day, but since I kinda ruined it..” You shrugged with a slightly embarrassed giggled while handing Lorelai the bag.

She took it and immediately looked inside. Her gasp made her sound like the was having a heart attack, and it didn’t help that she dropped the bag. Her agape mouth trembled with glee as her hands began to shake, “OMG BABE YOU DIDN’T!!!?!??!” She quickly picked the bag back up to only pull out another bag! But this was not just any bag! It was the cute little bunny backpack!

“I LITERALLY- OMG I-“ HER EXCITEMENT CANNOT BE CONTAINED!! She hastily grabbed you by your shirt’s collar and pulled you in for a quick yet genuine kiss on the lips. It only lasted a second, but holy balls did it feel like an eternity went by when she did, “I LOVE IT!!!!” She squeezed it.

“Really? I thought-”

“WHATEVER YOU THOUGHT IS COOL AND ALL BUT I WILL LOVE AND CHERISH THIS FOREVER OMG I LOVE YOU!!!” Man she really did like bunnies, huh.

You giggled as you managed to find one of her hands and slipped it into your own, “I’m glad, Lori.” You kissed her hand.

Today was a good day.

#glenn moment #requesting glenn #thank you anon!#pocketful fics #lorelai blyndeff #ee lorelai #epithet erased #epithet erased x reader #lorelai x reader #lorelainbacker blyndeff #lorelainbacker blyndeff x reader #prison of plastic #ee prison of plastic #epithet erased prison of plastic #x reader #i’ve never actually watched nor read beaststars #it was honestly just for the fact that there was bunny character and i think lori would be a beaststars fan #lorelai epithet erased #lorelai furry era🫶

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torscrawls · 2 years

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Unconventional Convention

This is written for Dannymay 2022 day 19 - Crossover (Danny Phantom x Spider-Man)

Danny is just trying to have a normal day at a convention with his friends; he wasn’t counting on the fashion police criticizing him at every turn, people having a surprising level of interest in Amity Park, and especially not on guns being drawn.

But despite this, he was sure that nothing bad would happen. Nothing. They would all behave like normal, respectable people. He was sure of it.

Why could nothing ever just be easy?

Word count: 6,895

Also available on my AO3!

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He had agreed to meet Peter at the convention, but Danny soon realized that he had no idea what the other would be wearing and looking out across the colorful and diverse—and huge—crowd before him, he began to understand the gravity of his mistake.

He had thought he had gotten somewhat used to colorful and weird looking people after all his years interacting with ghosts, but this was something else entirely. Maybe it had something to do with them being actual humans and Danny wasn’t used to them being this… varied. Or maybe it had something to do with him being in human form at the moment.

This was the first time Peter was going to meet Sam and Tucker and Danny found himself almost feeling nervous as he scanned the crowd of people for Peter's head of brown hair, the tension building as he still couldn't find it.

"Is that him?" Tucker asked from his right, eyes tracking an approaching Spider-Man cosplayer.

Danny frowned at the person in a black Spider-Man costume, slapping a tag on the wall next to them while bobbing his head along to some music playing in the headphones he had on. Danny shook his head. "No, that’s not him."

Maybe he should have asked if Peter was planning on going in a costume. He would be even harder to find if he was.

“Hm,” Tucker hummed before nodding at another Spider-Man cosplayer with prominent webbing on their costume, dancing down the corridor. "Is that him?"

"No! And I don't think he will be dressed as Spider-Man. It would be too obvious."

"Says you," Sam laughed from his other side, looking up from the schedule she held in her hands to give Danny's own Spider-man costume a pointed look.

Danny glanced down at himself and his costume before shrugging. "What? I didn't have time to come up with something else!"

And besides, he’d already had a Spider-Man costume lying at home since last Halloween. Not that he would ever admit that to Peter himself.

“I’m sure he’ll love it,” Sam teased as she stuffed the schedule into her green backpack. “Even if you could at least pretend to try and keep the mask on.”

“But I can’t see shit in it!” Danny complained, waving the mask in his hand for emphasis. “I don’t get how he fights in this. I would never—”

Danny cut himself off as something white in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Look!” Danny exclaimed as he pointed excitedly at two people in Phantom cosplay a bit further down the hall. “Look! They are dressed as m—as Phantom!”

“Yeah?” Sam raised one quizzical eyebrow as she looked at the cosplayers, not seeming very surprised.

“I didn’t know that people like him that much!” Danny couldn’t keep the joy from his voice as he bounced in place. Those costumes must have taken a lot of time and work to complete. It made him feel all warm inside.

Sam snorted. “Really? You didn’t?”

“There’s a lot of people who like Phantom nowadays!” Tucker chimed in with a nod. “Even outside Amity.”

Danny’s eyes were basically sparkling at this point. “There is?!” He knew his reputation had gotten better, but not that people like him enough to dress as him, especially outside of Amity Park. That was—that did something very tingly and warm to his core.

“Yeah, man,” Tucker said as he clapped Danny’s shoulder before pausing. “Oh! Maybe he’s gonna be dressed as Phantom?”

Danny laughed, even as his eyes didn’t leave the cosplayers. “Of course he won’t!” and as he said it one of the cosplayers turned towards them, locked eyes with Danny and smiled before starting to make his way towards them.

Tucker gave him a small wave as he approached and a happy, "Nice Phantom costume, dude!”

“Thanks!” The cosplayer did a little twirl; hands out at his sides as he spun.

And… there was something very familiar to that voice. Danny narrowed his eyes at the cosplayer. "Peter?"

The Phantom cosplayer laughed and gave an exaggerated bow, before straightening up and striking a pose with one hand on his hip and the other giving a ridiculous V-sign. "Got it in one! I knew you would recognize me. Even in this beauuutfiul ensemble.”

And now that Danny looked past the white hair and pale make-up he did recognize him. It was hard to mistake that shit-eating grin for anyone else.

Tucker did a double take, eyes wide, as he looked him up and down, "Wait… You're Peter??"

"Yes?" Peter asked as he relaxed his pose and tilted his head with a quizzical smile.

"I told you!" Tucker slapped Danny excitedly on the shoulder. "I told you!!"

"Yeah, yeah, you did," Danny brushed him off, refusing to show how much it meant to him that Peter had come dressed as Phantom.

Peter shook his head at their antics but powered on, "And you guys must be Sam and Tucker! Hello, it’s nice to meet you.” He gave them a smile and a wave.

"Oooh,” Sam cooed, “he's adorable, isn't he!"

Danny nodded enthusiastically. "Right?!"

"Hey! I'm right here!" Peter protested with a pout, black jumpsuit-clad arms crossing over his chest.

"We know and we love that!" Sam agreed, her smile equal parts adoring and teasing.

Tucker boxed Danny’s shoulder and chimed in with, “We’ve wanted to meet you for so long, but Danny never let us!”

“I didn’t want you to mess everything up,” Danny muttered under his breath. “I knew you would embarrass me.”

“Are you speaking about me or them?” Peter asked, one eyebrow raised.

Danny shrugged. “When I realized it could go either way, I figured it was time.”

Peter laughed at that. “And you’ve finally realized that you won’t get rid of me that easily?”

“Yeah,” Danny heaved a dramatic sigh. “I’ve given up.”

“Good choice!” Peter shot him a thumbs up and a blinding smile. A lethal combo. “And, dude! You look so good!” He gushed as he eyed Danny’s Spider-Man costume, but as his eyes landed on Danny’s hand holding the mask he frowned. “But put the mask on. You’re disrespecting the costume!”

“No thanks. I can’t cover up this handsome face,” Danny huffed as he turned up his nose in a fake display of snobbiness. After getting the laughs he was aiming for he turned his attention back to Peter’s cosplay; eyeing the Phantom costume with a critical eye. “Good choice in costume, it suits you.” Danny nodded approvingly. “You almost look dead!"

"Thanks…?" Peter trailed off with a frown, before shaking himself off and going back to his smile, aiming it at Sam and Tucker. “Ignoring the idiot… So, what are you guys dressed as?”

Tucker opened his mouth to answer, but Peter cut them off with an excited, “Wait! Let me guess!” He pointed at Sam first. “Poison Ivy?”

Sam pursed her painted lips as she cast an incredulous look first at Peter and then down at her costume with its green contact-lenses and heavy eyeliner around the eyes, green dress with a cape and thorny wines trailing behind her, finished off with purple and green horns curving up from her head. She waved a gloved hand and casually said, “It's an homage to the time I was mind controlled by an ancient and powerful ghost and almost destroyed my whole town.”

Peter blinked and stared at her in silence. Sam looked back with a serious expression before rolling her eyes with a sigh. “…Yes, let’s say I’m Poison Ivy.”

Danny laughed and nudged Peter. “Now you’re almost pale enough to really be a ghost!”

Peter ignored him as he gave Sam a cautious glance before turning his attention towards Tucker. “Right… Now I’m almost scared to ask you about your costume.”

Tucker placed his hands on his hips and struck a pose that he no-doubt thought looked heroic, wide stance and hands on his hips. “I’m dressed as Queen Lycanthra, ruler of the wolf tribe!” The effect was slightly impaired by the giant furry paws on his hands and the—not expertly crafted—homemade wolf-snout covering the lower parts of his face.

Taking pity on Peter’s confused expression, Danny elaborated, “It’s from his favorite comic called Wolf Queen.”

“So…” Peter trailed off, tilting his head as he asked, “You’re a furry?”

“No!” Tucker exclaimed as his paws left his hips to be waved in front of him frenetically. “I’m not!”

Peter raised his hands in front of him in a disarming gesture. “Hey, nothing wrong with that! Live your best life, man.”

Tucker swore under his breath as he let his hands hang at his side instead, shoulders slumping in defeat. “I should have gone as Pharaoh Duulaman instead…”

Danny decided to take pity on his friend—even though he really did think that Tucker had done a great job with the costume—and turned to Peter to change the subject with a smooth, “Where’s your friends? MJ and… Ned, right?”

Peter nodded and Danny mentally patted himself on the back for getting the names right. “They went to get some food. They should be back any minute.”

“Nice, I can’t wait to meet them!” And Danny really did look forward to meeting them, Peter had talked about them a lot and they seemed like genuinely nice people. And it would be good for Sam and Tucker to meet other people who were in a somewhat similar position as them.

Nothing bad would happen by allowing them to meet. Nothing. They would all behave like normal, respectable people. He was sure of it.

Peter gave an almost apologetic smile. “They didn’t have the time to dress up, though.”

“That’s totally fine!” Danny assured him. “This is our first time at a convention outside of Amity, so we might have gotten a bit excited.”

Sam tilted her head as she fixed Peter with a thoughtful look. "It's weird seeing Phantom so… civil."

"Hey!” Danny exclaimed and he did not pout as he grumbled, “I'm nice!"

"You're…passable," Sam waved him off, "I blame it on you always being sleep-deprived."

Tucker nodded and chimed in, "Dead on your feet, if you may."

Danny crossed his arms with a huff. "You may not."

"Aww, cheer up!” Tucker gloated, seemingly having no qualms with the teasing now that he wasn’t the subject of it. “Spider-Man is supposed to be niiice!"

"I. Am. Nice," Danny growled out.

"Excuse me!” Someone suddenly called out from behind them, “Phantom, can I get a picture?"

Danny straightened up and turned around with a huge smile and a happy, "Yes!"

It wasn’t often that people wanted to take his photo and he loved it when—

"Ehhh,” the person trailed off, fiddling with the camera and nodding towards Peter. “I was talking to him. Sorry."

Peter. Who was dressed in a Phantom-costume. Right.

Danny wanted to smack himself. "Oh, no. I'm sorry. Of course. I'm not even—Yeah."

Tucker hid his face in his oversized paws, but Danny could see his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. The traitor.

Sam had no such qualms and threw her head back as she laughed openly.

Well. If they didn’t want to support him, at least he could show them what a real friend was like. He sidled up to where Peter was posing in an honestly almost insulting attempt at being spooky, and discreetly aimed his hand and—there. A couple of small ghostly orbs wafted over and surrounded Peter, who looked at them with wide eyes before sending Danny a smile and getting back to posing.

The photographer on the other hand gave a small startled squeak and lowered the camera. Peter gave him a smile and a, “It’s okay. It’s a… projector. To help… Set the mood?”

Danny almost smacked himself in the face at his friend’s unconvincing lie before the photographer smiled and gushed, "That's so cool!"

Peter smiled back. "Thanks!"

Well. Maybe people in Amity weren’t unusually blind, maybe people everywhere were just that oblivious.

Danny shook his head as he wiped his hands on his pants, leaving Peter to the impromptu photo-shoot.

Sam looked at him with one raised eyebrow and a dry, “Discreet.”

Danny shrugged with a smile, but before he could fire off a super witty comeback, thank you very much, a new voice spoke up from behind him, "Spider-Man!"

Danny saw Peter turn around right as the photographer took a photo, before turning back around with a blush and a flustered barrage of “I’m sorry-s” and “excuse me-s”.

And that was when Sam nudged him and Danny remembered what he was wearing. Right. He was Spider-Man right now. Danny spun around and came face to face with a big camera and a person behind it who looked at Danny with a shy smile and asked, "Can I get a photo?"

He smiled—careful not to show any fangs—as he tried to put the person at ease, "Sure!" before striking an awesome hero-pose.

The person thanked him and raised the camera, before hesitating and asking, "...Can you please put on the mask?"

Danny forcefully yanked the damn fabric onto his head as he did his best to ignore his burning cheeks. Suddenly he could see the appeal of hiding his face while in costume. "Sure…"

After the two photographers had left, Danny and Peter both stared after them with matching frowns. Danny reached up and pulled off the mask again with a sigh. “This is too confusing.”

Peter nodded. "Yeah, agreed. Let's switch."

——

Peter’s Spider-Man costume was quite shabby and well-used; some seams were failing and the fabric was fraying at the edges. There was a stain that looked suspiciously like real blood to the trio's trained eyes. Not to mention it was mainly made up of a red sleeveless hoodie with a spider painted on it and blue sweatpants.

Danny couldn’t keep in the laughter as he took it all in. “What the fuck are you wearing?! Where’s your usual getup?"

"Hey! Don't diss the 'stume! This is the first one I ever made!" Peter crossed his arms before nodding towards Danny. “And you’re one to talk! You couldn’t even bother to put on the costume I brought?”

“You want me to put on that when I have this perfection at my beck and call?” Danny gestured at his own costume. Which was really just his usual Phantom costume since he had taken the easy way out and simply transformed into his ghost form.

“Hey, Peter!” Someone called from behind them. “What happened to your costume??”

Danny turned around to see two people walking up to them with empty wrappers in their hands as Peter shrugged and answered, “We decided to change.”

This must be Ned and MJ, Danny thought. Out loud he said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Danny!”

"Yooo!” The guy, Ned, smiled wide. “Phantom! So cool to meet you. I'm a huge fan!"

Tucker snickered. "You won't be after today!"

Danny couldn’t keep in the affronted, "Hey!"

Peter smiled innocently and said, "Ned, Tucker here has built his own phone. It's even ghost proof."

Ned gasped and looked at Tucker with wide eyes and an even wider smile. "The guy in the chair?"

Tucker shrugged, but Danny could see the pleased smile on his face. "At least the man with the brains."

"I hear you!” Ned nodded seriously. “You're my new best friend."

Oh no. There were two of them now, and Peter’s smile told Danny he knew exactly what he had done.

Looking for reassurance, Danny turned around, only to see Sam and MJ staring at each other in silence for several seconds before exchanging almost imperceptible nods.

Oh no.

It was almost enough for Danny to regret this whole meeting each-other thing.

Before he could call them out on it, Sam turned and gave him an innocent smile that he didn’t trust one bit, no sir. “Come on, let’s go! We’ll miss the hero panel you wanted to go to."

At least there were a limited number of things they could get up to at a convention. Hopefully. Sadly, Danny knew better than to underestimate his friends, and from what he had heard from Peter, the same applied to the other two.

Well, hopefully they would wait until after the convention before unleashing whatever they had cooking.

So Danny settled for shrugging his unease off and instead resorting to his favorite coping mechanism; teasing. He showed Peter's shoulder with a wink. "I heard that Stark is coming to the panel."

Peter grinned, and this time it wasn’t very innocent. “Why don’t we go say hi?”

“I was thinking…” Tucker trailed off.

Ned nodded and added, “Of going to the demonstration of the new Hammer tablet? The one taking place right now?”

Tucker pointed at Ned with a smile. “Yes!”

They peeled off, heads close together as they threw around advanced technological terms fast enough to make Danny’s head hurt.

“Well…” Peter trailed off. “Hopefully they will stick to just the demonstration.”

Danny wouldn’t bet on it.

——

As they sat in the audience listening to the hero panel Danny felt a tug on his arm and looked down to see Sam frowning up at him. “Hey, Danny, you’re drifting again.”

“It’s fine, I’m supposed to pretend to be Phantom, right?” Danny smiled even as he tried to contain his surprise at seeing his friends so far below him all of a sudden.

“Normal humans can’t float Danny!” Sam hissed under her breath as she tugged on his arm.

He pouted but landed back on his chair, if only so that he didn’t have to admit that he hadn’t noticed himself starting to float.

“And please, dim the light,” MJ added in a whisper from Sam’s other side.

“What?” Danny frowned before glancing down at himself and noticing how the ghostly glow he was always emitting as Phantom lit up his surroundings in the dark of the audience. Oh. Sorry.” He did his best to dim it. “Whoops.”

He noticed several people glancing their way, a majority of which had annoyed expressions on their faces. Danny ducked his head and did his best to listen in on the panel.

After the panel was over, Peter and Danny went up to where the participants were greeting fans by the side of the stage. They got in line and when it was their turn, Peter took the lead as he walked up to Stark, who in turn took a single look at Peter, stopped, and raised an eyebrow with an incredulous, "Really?"

"Hello! I'm a huge fan," Peter gushed with a smile audible in his voice, face hidden by his handmade mask.

Stark snorted a laugh. "You didn't sound like a huge fan when you chewed me out after the attack last week. Or when you complained to Happy, again, about how I—"

Peter grabbed Stark’s hand, shaking it enthusiastically and repeating, "Huge fan."

Stark rolled his eyes and made the strategic decision to change the subject, taking in Peter’s clothes with a critical look on his face. "What's with the old suit? The one I gave you isn't good enough anymore?"

Peter dropped Stark’s hand in favor of crossing his arms with an annoyed huff. “Why is everyone against the—”

Stark cut him off as he looked over Peter’s shoulder and finally spotted Danny. “You even brought Casper??”

Danny waved with a cheeky smile on his face. “Hello!”

Stark groaned. "Get out of here!" He made a shooing motion with his hand. “Both of you! Before you break something.”

Danny opened his mouth to argue, seeing Peter do the same, but before they had the chance to talk, they were both grabbed by their friends and quickly dragged away from the queue. Danny could see Stark mouth a thank you to Sam and MJ and rolled his eyes. They weren’t that bad.

As they came to a stop, Sam let Danny go in favor of smacking him on the head instead. “You know, we have better things to do than babysitting you idiots.”

MJ let Peter go and ignored his sputtering as she turned to Sam with a raised eyebrow. “You thinking about the debate panel centered on the ethical way to rebuild after an alien invasion?”

Sam smiled. “You’re reading my mind.”

And just like that Danny was left alone with Peter.

Danny looked at Peter, Peter looked at Danny, and slowly, two matching grins grew on their faces.

——

They were chased out of the convention’s gaming hall for “cheating”, but really, Danny was just using the skills he had. And if those skills happened to include possessing the game to get Peter to win all his matches, who could blame him?

Admittedly, maybe they had gone a tiiiny bit overboard.

But nobody had even noticed that something was wrong until Danny had forgotten himself and talked to Peter directly from the screen! So really, there was no reason to call them “cheaters” or “monsters” and all that stuff!

Who could have known that a bunch of competitive teenagers could be scarier and more combative than their usual rogues gallery. In hindsight; maybe they should have realized that.

Danny couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on Peter’s face as they were chased out of the room; he was so obviously not used to being yelled at and cursed out by regular humans. Danny almost felt bad for dragging him down with him. Almost.

Danny was still laughing as they skidded around a corner and out of sight of the mob. He placed a comforting hand on Peter’s shoulder, trying his best to suppress his giggles to reassure his slightly panicking friend, “It’s—it’s fine. It’s fine. They won’t call anyone.”

They heard the crash of yet another raging teenage boy throwing something to the floor.

“Probably,” Danny amended, before dissolving back into laughter.

Peter nodded, swallowing. “Hopefully,” but he was smiling so Danny counted it as a win.

——

“Your suit isn’t quite right.”

Danny stopped in the middle of a step and turned around to face the girl who had been speaking. “Excuse me?”

“Your suit,” she nods towards it. “The white on Phantom’s suit doesn’t go that high on his knees and arms.”

Danny choked, “R-right.” He had no idea how to respond to that. “I’m sorry?”

She nods with a serious expression. “That’s alright.”

Peter was doing a very bad job at concealing his giggles as he said, “You should have taken my Phantom-costume. At least that one was accurate.” He hid his head in his hands, and if he thought that it made his very obvious laughter unnoticeable then Danny would have to have a serious talk to him about his acting skills. He was supposed to have a secret identity for the Ancients sake!

The girl just sent Peter an unimpressed look and continued with the conversation as if Peter hadn’t interrupted. Danny was impressed. “Are you coming to the ghost meet-up later?”

That made him stop and Danny blinked at her as he asked incredulously, “The what?”

And it wasn’t until that moment that Danny noticed that she was dressed as Ember—blue hair and guitar and all. She gave him a look that clearly stated that she thought he was a bit slow, which was right on brand with the real Ember, he had to give her that. “A meet up for everyone dressed as ghosts or ghost hunters. You should come.”

“Alright…?” Danny still had a hard time computing what she was saying, but she apparently deemed this to be the end of that conversation as she simply nodded and left. Danny looked after her with a frown; he realized that he still had no idea if she even liked Phantom as a hero, but maybe he should take it as a compliment that she was invested enough in Phantom to critique strangers about their clothes? Maybe?

“Food?” Peter asked as he patted Danny on the shoulder.

Danny nodded with a sigh and a nod. “Food.”

They found a mostly empty table to sit down and eat their spoils, but before Danny had even taken the first bite out of his burrito, a pair of people plopped down next to them. One of the dudes—the taller of the two—leaned over and eyed Peter’s costume with a smile and a, "Hey, I like your suit! Looks cool! Early period Spider-Man, right? Love the web shooters!”

“Thanks!” Peter said around his mouthful of hamburger, “I made it all myself.”

The tall dude nodded. “Love the attention to detail with the dirt and tears and stuff. Looks legit."

Peter beamed as Danny huffed and crossed his arms. "That's so unfair! People like your ragtag costume, but think mine looks 'wrong'??"

“That’s ok, I think your cosplay looks awesome,” the other, shorter, stranger said. "Phantom is my favorite superhero!"

Danny almost combusted at the praise. He just hoped his blush was pink instead of green.

"Ha! Spider-Man is much cooler!" the tall person with totally objective bad taste argued.

Danny sent Peter a glance, but his friend seemed content to eat his food and watch the exchange as if it were a tennis-match.

"Phantom is a ghost, he can fly!" The person—now affectionately dubbed shorty in Danny’s mind—said.

"But Spider-Man has his webs and can climb walls! And have you seen how athletic he is??" The person with bad taste said as he waved his hands for emphasis. "Besides, he's worked with the Avengers! How cool is that!? Phantom just stays in his own town."

"Have you been to Amity? I visited once and man. I understand why he can't leave,” Shorty said emphatically. “It's chaos there."

"Thank you!” Danny couldn’t help but exclaim, just so relieved from hearing someone else acknowledging it. “That's what I've been saying!"

"Oh, you’ve been there?" Shorty asked with sudden interest and Danny realized he might have given too much away.

He did his best to wave it off with a laugh and a vague, "Yeah. Yeah, I live there."

Shorty gave a wince and a sympathetic, "I'm sorry."

Danny didn’t know how to respond to that, so he didn’t.

“That doesn’t change the fact that Spider-Man is a recognized hero,” Mr. Bad Taste cut in haughtily, “Phantom is just some vigilante.”

Shorty huffed. “He’s doing what’s right even without the support of some billionaire or a bunch of other heroes!”

"Please stop fighting about it," Danny said in a strangled voice. He had never heard someone he didn’t know say so many positive things about Phantom and he found that he could barely handle it.

Sadly, all he managed to do was capture both of their attention as they turned towards Danny and Peter. Mr. Bad Taste raised both eyebrows and asked, "Who is your favorite, then?"

That question seemed to be what it took to get Peter involved in the conversation as he shook his head as well as his hands in front of him with a panicked, "Nope! We're not doing this!"

And Danny couldn’t agree more. They were not going there, especially in front of strangers. “Sorry, we have a meet-up to get to!” Danny grabbed Peter’s arm and dragged him up. “It was nice meeting you!” They could finish their food while walking.

“Oh, alright,” Shorty said, slightly surprised at their sudden departure. “You—you too! Bye!” Danny made a mental note to give them a shout out the next time the news station managed to corner him after a fight.

After wandering around for a while—and helping Peter set up an impromptu swing made up of spider webs to the delight of several of the visitors, and the annoyance of the organizers, especially when they couldn’t get it back down—they found their way to the ghostly meet-up taking place near the entrance to the convention. Danny was absolutely flabbergasted to see so many people cosplaying ghosts and ghost hunters, he had no idea that so many people outside of Amity Park even knew about them.

He was staring at several people dressed as Phantom when his eyes landed on one of them; a young girl. She was very small and had long hair in a ponytail away from her face, which made her almost the spitting image of Dani.

Danny poked Peter’s shoulder to get his attention from where he had started talking to a Skulker-cosplayer about their costume and how it was built, and said, “I’m just gonna go talk to someone, be right back.” Besides, he would rather not be standing so close to someone who looked so much like the real Skulker. It made him nervous.

Danny walked up to the Phantom/Dani cosplayer with a wide smile and a, “I love your costume!” If she was intentionally cosplaying as Dani, then he just had to get a picture to show the real one. She would be ecstatic.

The girl turned to him with a somewhat self-conscious smile. “Thank you. I think I might be a bit too small to cosplay Phantom but… I just… I just wanted to try, you know?” She pulled at her ponytail with a frown. “I wasn’t even allowed to cut my hair.”

So she hadn’t consciously dressed as Dani then. It didn’t come as a big surprise; Dani hadn’t been very visible in the media and not a lot of people knew about her, and she preferred to keep it that way. It made traveling easier.

But he doubted that Dani would fault him for reassuring this girl a bit, even if it did give her a new fan. “I think it looks amazing! Have you heard about the other Phantom? You look just like her!”

The girl frowned in confusion. “What do you mean by her? There’s only one Phantom.”

“There’s actually two. Look!” Danny quickly scrolled through his phone for a picture of Danu and held it out for her to see when he found one. “She’s not as visible in the media, but she’s Phantom’s cousin. You look just like her!”

The girl looked at the picture with wide and wondrous eyes. “Really? I didn’t know… She looks so cool.”

“Right?!” Danny nodded in agreement; puffing out his chest with pride for his self-proclaimed cousin. “She’s just as strong as Phantom and loves to travel. That’s why she’s not on the news that often.”

The girl turned her big eyes to look at him instead as she said softly, “I also love to travel.”

Danny smiled at her, lowering his phone. “See? You’re perfect for cosplaying her.”

“If she’s not on the news… Then how do you know about her?”

“Weeeell… Can you keep a secret?” Danny leaned in with a smirk and she nodded. He lowered his voice and dramatically revealed, “I’m the real Phantom.”

She raised one eyebrow, looking disappointingly unimpressed, and simply said, “No. You can’t be.”

Danny leaned back again, pouting. “What? Why?”

“Your hair is too long.”

“It’s hair. It grows!” Danny exclaimed in exasperation.

“Sure, but you could have fixed it for the costume.” She shrugged, “Also, your eyes are the wrong shade.”

Danny raised a hand to his face as if that would give him any answers. “…Wrong?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, unaware of the crisis she had just caused, “but thanks for the tip! I’m gonna look Dani up!” And then she skipped away, leaving Danny alone with his disappointment.

“You’re welcome…” Danny muttered after her. He was very glad no one else was here to witness this.

Speaking of others… He looked around for Peter, but as he did he noticed someone in a red costume approaching out of the corner of this eye before tapping him on the shoulder. A very familiar someone.

Danny ducked low, spinning around with his fists raised only to come face to face with—a very startled looking girl who was decidedly not Valerie. It was just someone in a Red Huntress costume that maybe looked a little bit too much like the original for his comfort.

Danny straightened up and rubbed his neck in embarrassment, hoping no one else saw that. “Oh, I’m so sorry!”

“Ha!” She laughed as she put a hand on her hip. “Wow, you’re really in character, huh?”

“Haha, yeah… In character, that’s me.”

“Wow, dude,” Peter said drily as he suddenly came up behind him, shattering Danny’s hope that he hadn’t seen it. “Discreet.”

“Welcome back…” Danny muttered darkly. He really couldn’t catch a break today, huh?

The Red Huntress cosplayer seemed mostly unfazed as she asked, “I was just going to ask if we could take a photo together? I like your costume.”

“Finally,” Danny whispered under his breath, hope blooming in his chest. Finally someone who recognized his costume for the wonder—

“Yeah, it’s a cool take on it. I respect that not everything has to be accurate, you know?”

What had he expected, really. Danny kept the smile fixed on his face as the hope in his chest died. “Thaaanks.”

Peter snorted, giving Danny a thumbs up. “Yeah, I love the creativity. The artistic freedom, the—”

“Shut up,” Danny cut him off with a growl. “Let’s just take the photo.”

Danny’s relationship with the real Red Huntress was still a bit rocky since she found out his secret, but it was getting better—good enough for him to be brave enough to tease her a bit. So he followed it up with a, “By the way, can I get a picture too?”

“Yeah, no problem,” the cosplayer agreed easily, nodding to Peter. “Your friend can take them.”

Thankfully he didn’t embarrass himself any more as they took the pictures and said their goodbyes.

Danny didn’t waste any time before sending his picture to Valerie with the text, “This could be us :( :(”

Her response of, “Not if you don’t give me back my Switch. I know it was you” made him laugh. He would give it back eventually. He just had to beat that damned pig first.

“Hey,” Peter said, drawing Danny’s attention away from his phone, “should we try and find the others? I don’t like how we haven’t heard from them in a wh—”

The sudden sound of a car screeching to a halt just outside the main doors made him pause. As did a lot of the other conversations around them.

Then came the indistinct sound of shouting from outside.

"Wait a minute,” Danny said as dread filled him, “Is that…?"

And it sure was.

Maddie and Jack Fenton burst through the front doors of the convention in full battle regalia and with their guns raised and charged.

Danny groaned. "Oh my goood, nooo …"

“You know them?!” Peter asked as he dropped into a battle stance, warily eyeing the big weapons.

Danny dragged a hand down his face. “That’s my mom and dad…”

Peter turned to look at him with wide eyes. "That's your mom and dad?!"

Danny shrugged. "This is not how I wanted you to meet them."

"What are they doing here??" Peter asked with exasperation as he gestured towards the two spandex-clad adults hastily setting up a big weapon just inside the entrance doors. “And is that a bazooka?!”

“Someone from the gaming hall must have called them,” Danny said with a grimace as he stepped behind the big Skulker cosplayer they had met before to hide from their sight.

“I thought you were exaggerating when you said how much they hated ghosts!”

"Sadly, no," Danny said with a wince as Jack gave a triumphant shout as they finished setting their weapons up.

"We know you're here Phantom!" his mom called as she peered through her goggles at the gathered crowd of ghost cosplayers.

All the cosplayers side-eyed each other.

"What? The Phantom is here?"

“No way!”

"...Is this part of a show?"

“That’s so cool! Your weapons look almost rea—”

“Ghost!” Jack fired off his gun and the Phantom cosplayer to Danny's right got covered in ecto-slime.

Everybody froze.

The covered cosplayer looked down at themselves with a grimace. “What is this? It’s so sticky!”

And then all hell broke loose.

Jack started firing off into the crowd of cosplayers, now somehow convinced that they were all ghosts. Most of his shots went wide which did result in fewer people getting covered in the glowing green substance, but it also resulted in an awful mess as ectoplasm got absolutely everywhere. Maddie was a bit more strategic; firing of shots at all the Phantom cosplayers specifically and hitting almost all of them dead-on.

Luckily neither of them did any real damage with their ecto-weapons as the only real ghost present was still hiding, careful to keep out of their sight—now hunkered behind Peter’s frame.

Sadly, the people here weren’t used to ectoplasmic weapons, and even if the people who had already been hit seemed to be fine, everyone was beginning to panic.

Peter cast Danny a look over his shoulder. "I also thought you were exaggerating when you told me how bad they were at hitting their targets. They are worse than stormtroopers."

Suddenly, all the speakers in the hall blared to life and started belching… the Ghost Buster’s theme song. Because why not.

Danny groaned again. Well, at least now they knew where Tucker and Ned had ended up.

“That’s great help, you guys!” Danny screamed at the ceiling, but the only answer he got was the music increasing in volume.

“Well, this has been going on for long enough,” Peter said before promptly firing off some webs that clogged up the gun in Jack’s hands. Before Danny could convince his shelter to stay put, Peter had stepped up and screamed to be heard over the music, "Hey! You're shooting at innocent people!"

Several people next to them took stumbling steps backwards as they stared at Peter with wide eyes.

"Spider-Man?!"

“Holy sh—”

The additional screaming did at least manage to draw the attention of Maddie and Jack.

“There he is!” Maddie shouted as she pointed the gun right at the now exposed Danny, still crouching on the ground. “We would recognize you anywhere Phantom!”

Danny straightened up and tuned to Peter with a genuine smile of relief on his face. “Is it bad that I’m almost happy that they think my costume looks correct?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Dude, so not the time.”

Not respectful of their conversation, Maddie fired her gun and Danny ducked on instinct. The beam of ecto-energy slammed into the Skulker cosplayer from before and Danny winced as the big costume, and the guy in it, toppled over and landed on his back; arms and legs waving in the air like a turtle.

Jack bellowed, “Get him!” and pointed right at Danny.

Well, that probably meant that hiding was out the window.

Danny rose into the air to the alarmed shouts of several of the people around them and as he took off across the floor, his eyes met with the accidental Dani-cosplayer, who was staring at him with wide eyes and with ecto-slime dripping down her face.

Danny winked and then he popped off the visible spectrum.

He wasn’t sure what the best way to fight them was, not with this many non-combatants around, but before he could make a choice there was the sound of numerous feet quickly approaching and suddenly, a horde of people burst into the hall; clamoring and screaming and holding clearly improvised plaques.

Several of them approached Maddie and Jack with angry expressions and waving arms screaming things like, “Don’t bring your interdimensional wars here!” “Justice for other species!”

Ah. That answered the question on what Sam and MJ had been up to.

Instigating an impromptu rally should surprise him more than it did.

He was just grateful for the distraction as countless people swarmed around Maddie and Jack, interspersed with the occasional ghostly cosplayer either joining in the swarming, staring at Peter, scouring the air for Danny, or fleeing the scene.

Danny touched down next to Peter and allowed himself to become visible again, confident in Jack and Maddie being distracted enough by now not to notice him. He gestured at the chaos in front of them and cleared his throat before speaking with a pompous voice, loud enough for only Peter to hear, “Spider-Man, meet my parents. Mom and dad, this is Spider-Man.”

——

Tony heard the commotion and prepared for the worst as he hurried to the front of the venue. He had really hoped that he would get one day free from villain attacks or other disasters, but he would never turn away from the familiar sounds of a large number of people screaming. He readied his suit as he broke out into a run.

He burst into the convention’s entryway and was met with a sight of a screaming horde of people with plaques surrounding two adults equipped with what clearly looked like guns; an unidentified substance coating a majority of the room as well as several of the screaming people; loud music booming from every speaker, but still not managing to drown out the clamor; and, of course, Danny and Peter in the middle, laughing their asses off.

Tony turned around in the door. They could sort this mess out themselves.

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