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foldingfittedsheets · 18 days

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Back in the dawn of days I worked at Red Robin. It was my first real job after a brief stint at a dog kennel. Many people don’t know this but there’s a costume. A Red Robin mascot costume. I’d never seen it before I worked there.

He’s a violently red bird with empty eyes, a vacant grin, the most atrocious yellow leggings you’ve ever seen, and feet to make any Kingdom heart character swoon. His name was Red.

I was a host, and we were the only ones called upon to wear the costume. We’d don the bright yellow tights and corporate fursuit with someone leading us by the hand so we didn’t crash into everything.

The mesh screen in Red’s gaping mouth was supposed to let the wearer look out. Visibility was a joke. The restaurant was a dark gray haze of bustle from inside Red’s head. So every Tuesday and Thursday there’d be a two hour shift of a designated Bird Buddy leading the visually impaired sacrifice around.

After being forced to wear it during a heat wave and vomiting from the overwhelming temperature, I had vowed to never wear it again. But every new host always had a tiny secret longing to wear it when they first started. This desire never survived the full two hour shift.

So I was working a day shift with a newer host, Lauren, who had been openly enthusiastic to wear it. The manager hustled up to tell us that a little kid was here for his birthday and desperately wanted to see Red. We weren’t scheduled but impromptu requests could be accommodated when the restaurant was slow.

I said, “Great, Lauren can do it and I can be her buddy.”

I grabbed the hapless Lauren and dragged her to the dry goods storage where the suit was stored and where we changed. I closed the door and dragged the suit down. It had a particular greasy ground in smell to it.

Frying food, hot oil, and body odor had all permeated the faux fur with a unique reek. The management mouthed empty nothings that the suit was sent for monthly cleanings. It was common knowledge they were lying through their teeth. The smell of Red was eternal and unchanging.

“Okay, so take off your pants, put on the tights, then step into the body and I’ll zip you up. Then you get a vest and the head goes on last, got it?”

Lauren stared at me. I stared back. She made no move to change.

“Okay…” I repeated, “So you take off your pants and put on the tights?”

Lauren shifted nervously, silent. Not changing.

“Do you need me to turn around…?” It hadn’t occurred to me that she might be shy based on her personality, all the hosts were fairly blasé about changing in front of each other.

“I didn’t….” Her voice dwindled to a decimal only perceivable by bats.

“What’s that?”

Blushing vibrantly she raised her voice to the level of a tiny mouse to squeak, “I’m not wearing underwear….”

I stared at her harder. Our uniform pants were dark denim jeans. The thought of rubbing my bare pussy into denim for a whole shift was on par with dry humping a sheet of sandpaper. “You’re… you’re not wearing… anything?”

She shook her head miserably.

We both regarded the yellow tights worn by most of the host staff. We contemplated a lack of underwear being pressed into those communal tights, adding to the miasma of Red’s smells.

But I was sure as fuck not getting in that costume.

“Make sure to take the tights home and wash them.”

Her eyebrows went up. She met the bitter steel in my eyes and crumpled. I turned my back and she did what she had to, slipping naked as a babe into the neon spandex of Red’s tights. Lauren trustingly kept a grip on my hand as I navigated her through trays and tables to terrify the tiny birthday boy.

To the best of my knowledge, she never did wash the tights.

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togrowoldinv · 6 months

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To Show Thanks

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Wanda does all of the cooking for Thanksgiving and you help her see just how thankful you are for her

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, bathtub sex (W receiving), soft sex

Note: The most wonderful time of year indeed. Enjoy the milf!

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The house smells of turkey and the holiday season as Wanda stands by the stove. She’s been cooking since the crack of dawn, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’ve helped with a few things, but mostly it’s been Wanda who is putting in the work. The twins run around the house and play as they wait for the company to arrive.

“No! I’m running out of time!” Wanda’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

“It’s only 5, baby. You still have about an hour until the guests arrive,” you say.

“That’s not long enough,” she says, a sigh falling from her perfect lips. They form into a pout as she observes the work she has ahead of her.

“Well, you could use your magic,” you say.

Wanda smiles but shakes her head.

“No magic today. Just me,” she says.

“You are magic no matter what, my love,” you tell her.

You stand up from your chair and hug Wanda from behind. She sinks into your touch. Dropping a kiss to her cheek, you make her feel relaxed even if for just a moment.

“Tell you what,” you begin. “I’ll get the rowdy boys to set the table and I’ll help you do anything you need. We can do this.”

“We can do this,” Wanda repeats though she’s not sure she believes it.

You kiss her cheek once more for good measure and then you go find the boys. They’re in their room playing Mario Kart.

“Hey guys,” you say. “How about we pause the game and go help Mom get ready for the guests?”

“Okay!” Billy answers easily. He’d do anything for his mom.

“Can we finish this level?” Tommy asks.

“Later, buddy,” you say.

“Okay,” he says, a slight sigh in his voice. He pouts like Wanda does.

“I have a super secret task for the two of you,” you tell them before you leave the bedroom.

“What is it?” Tommy asks.

“Today is Thanksgiving, which means that you tell people that you’re thankful for them. I got your mom a card and I was thinking you two could write a sweet note in it for her. What do you think?”

“Yes!” They both agree. Anything for Wanda.

You smile and lead them to the home office where they work on the card. You leave them to go back and help Wanda. Once they’re done, they come downstairs and set the table.

Wanda was right about timing being close, but you manage to have everything cooked and ready to serve at exactly 6 o’clock.

“We did it!” Wanda says excitedly.

“You did it, babe. All you,” you say.

Wanda smiles softly and places a soft kiss to your lips. The boys feign disgust. Soon, the doorbell rings.

She answers the door and lets guests inside one by one. Steve is first with Natasha, Maria, Tony, Sam, and Bucky not far behind. You remember meeting them all at the boys birthday party, but it’s so nice to see them again.

Everyone gathers around the table and begins to eat Wanda’s wonderful food.

“This is amazing, Wanda,” Steve compliments.

“Yeah, great job, Wanda. Reminds me of home,” Sam says.

Wanda smiles shyly and tries to share the credit.

“No, this is all her. I can cook, but not like this. She’s like professional level good,” you say. Everyone nods in agreement.

“So, how’s everything going?” Maria asks Wanda.

You know what she’s referring to. After Wanda and Vision split up, the woman has gone through a hard time with the divorce and now child custody hearings. You’ve been the bright spot in all of it.

“It’s good,” Wanda says. “I didn’t know going to court would be so expensive but it’s almost over.”

“I’d sue his ass for what he’s put you through,” Natasha jumps in. Maria nudges her shoulder but she only shrugs.

You shoot her a smile and she returns a smirk.

“How about we just talk about what we’re thankful for?” Steve, ever the peacemaker, tries to change the subject.

“Great idea,” you agree. “I’ll go first. I’m thankful for Wanda and her wonderful children and friends.”

Wanda smiles and kisses your cheek at your words. You hold her hand under the table. You’ve become her everything over these last few months.

Wanda speaks next. “I’m thankful for friends who have become family, for my precious babies, and for y/n who is truly my best friend.”

Everyone goes around and continues to share what they’re thankful for. Love and laughter fills the air as the hours pass by. After dessert and socializing, the guests go home.

Wanda is in the kitchen running a sink of dishes when you stop her.

“Come with me,” you say, pulling her softly.

“But the dishes, baby. They won’t do themselves,” she tries.

You keep walking and lead Wanda to the living room. The boys are there with Wanda’s card in hand.

“We got you this, Mommy,” Billy says, handing her the card.

“Oh, thank you, baby,” Wanda says. She sits between the two boys. She opens the card and tears fill her eyes.

“We all signed it to say we’re thankful for you,” Tommy explains.

“Wow,” Wanda says softly. “This is so sweet. I’m so thankful for you guys too.”

Wanda kisses them both on the forehead as they lean into her. She reaches out to you too and you join the snuggle pile.

“Can we finish our level before bedtime?” Tommy asks after a moment.

“Yeah go ahead boys. Mom and I will be up to tuck you in soon,” you tell them. They hug you both before running up the stairs.

Wanda tries to get up but you pull her gently back onto the couch. She lands on your lap and you grin at her.

“Thank you for the card,” Wanda says.

“That was from the boys,” you say.

“Mhm. I know you were the mastermind,” she says. “I should really clean up dinner.”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean nope?” Wanda asks.

“You, my dear, did all the cooking so I will do all of the cleaning,” you say. “I’ll pour you some wine and you just get to relax, okay?”

You don’t give her a chance to say no. Instead, you kiss her and get up to start cleaning. Wanda sits at the counter and watches you. After a bit, you tuck the boys into bed and finish up cleaning.

“How about a bath?” You ask Wanda, leaning over the counter in a way you know draws her eyes to your chest.

“Only if you’ll join me,” she replies, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Yes please,” you say.

You go to the bathroom together and run the water. Wanda slips off her clothes first and slides into the warm water. You join her and settle in behind her.

She rests her head on your shoulder as you softly run your hands over her body.

“Thank you for today,” Wanda says.

“You did the hard part.”

“No, I mean- you didn’t have to clean up or give me a card or anything,” Wanda explains.

“Oh,” you say. “I just thought you’d like it.”

“I did. I loved it,” Wanda rushes to say. “It’s just- no one’s ever done that for me before. It’s new.”

“You deserve it, Wands. Everything doesn’t have to fall on you. And you deserve to hear how thankful we all are for you,” you say.

“Hmm,” Wanda hums. She turns her head to look into your eyes. “I really love you.”

“I really love you too, Wanda Maximoff.”

She leans up and kisses you. You deepen the kiss and let your hand slip between her legs. Wanda gasps at the feeling.

“Just relax, baby. I’ll take care of you,” you say.

She lets herself relax against you as you move your fingers through her folds. Wanda lets out the sweetest sounds with every stroke. You slip fully into her easily and make quick work of getting her to her high.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go,” you say softly as she comes against your fingers.

Wanda’s eyes remain closed in pleasure as you simply hold her against you. She stays there until the water gets too cold and you have to get out.

You get dressed in warm pajamas and snuggle into bed next to each other. Wanda clings to you.

“I’m so thankful for you,” Wanda says as her eyes droop closed from exhaustion and relaxation.

“I’m thankful for you too, Wanda. I always will be,” you tell her.

With one more shared kiss, you two fall into a deep slumber that lasts until morning.

Wanda has never been so happy and that’s all thanks to you.

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jongseongsnudes · 1 year

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fuck buddy

fwb!jay. 0.6k.

“and where do you think you’re going?”

you had just spent the last ten minutes struggling to get out of jay’s hercules-style built arms without disturbing his sleep, yet the moment you got off the bed, he miraculously woke up. as if right on cue.

“i have class at 9, i need to leave soon or i won’t make it,” you throw him a quick smile and begin gathering your clothes that were embarrassingly enough, sprawled across his bedroom floor after last night’s activities. this seemed to always happen whenever you’d let jay take your clothes off so perhaps you should do it yourself from now on.

“come here.”

“hm?” you look up from where you were to find the man exactly how you left him. with eyes closed and legs tangled amongst the white sheets.

“i’m not going to repeat myself. hurry. up.”

his threat has you rolling your eyes but nonetheless, you begin making your way over to his side of the bed anyway.

“what do you want mr park AHH-” your words turn into a scream when jay grabs your waist and pulls you onto the bed, immediately wrapping his arms and legs around your body to pin you down. “pa- park jongseong!”

“it’s my day off so you’re not going anywhere. we’re gonna sleep, fuck, shower, fuck, eat, sleep, fuck, eat, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck in the shower-”

“wow i see where all your priorities are,” you smack his arm and attempt to push him off, a playful frown now dawning your expression at how stubborn he was being, “seriously jay i need to go, you made me skip this class last time too. i’ll stop by after-”

“obviously it’s not important enough if you skipped last time too,” he moves to hover over you with ease, his bare, toned torso now on full display in front of your eyes. your thighs naturally rub against each other to the mere sight, a reaction the boy definitely noticed with the way he’s smirking so shamelessly. and you don’t even blame him… he knew the grip he had over you.

“yeah jay but-”

his lips were on yours before you could even finish, cutting you off with a gentle kiss. reaching up to cup your cheek, jay makes sure that your entire attention is on him before he leans in to kiss you yet again, this time even softer than the last. you could feel him smiling against your lips, something that always secretly tugged on your heart strings.

“stay. please?”

it was always times like these that made you want to run away and hide forever, to hide from this soft park jongseong who made your heart beat a hundred times faster. everyone who knew park jongseong as the football team captain, would say that he’s scary, outright dominant, not someone to be messed with. only you got to ever see this other side of his and this fact truly scared you.

especially because you were already so close… to breaking the very first rule of every beneficial relationship. no strings attached.

“okay… but- but just this time.”

“hmm we’ll see,” he hums, his lips curving into a grin as he settles back down on the bed and pulls you closer, hugging you tight against his body. you could feel his lips press onto your forehead, the peck though quick was enough to have your heart fluttering yet again for your fuck buddy.

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axelsagewrites · 1 month

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really loved your “decide” fic with jamie and roy! was wondering if you could do something where fem!reader is dating both jamie and roy. they’re always competing whose the better boyfriend. (maybe smut if not i completely understand!) 💕💕

Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt*Best Boyfriend

Pairing: roy x reader x jamie

Word count: 1575

Warnings: mentions of smut but nothing explicit, poly relationship, competition/rivalry

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dating a footballer was not exactly a calm life. Especially not when you were dating two. Two who used to hate each other to be specific. You’d met Jamie on a dating site and had told him from the start you weren’t looking for anything monogamous. It started out as a casual fling, hookups mostly and a few dates.

Despite knowing he was a footballer you didn’t follow the sport too closely so had no clue about his past with your other fuck buddy. You worked in Roy’s local supermarket, and he began making up excuses and deliberately forgetting things just to come back and see you.

They both knew each other existed they just didn’t know who they were up against. You were currently on a date with Jamie. When he came to pick you up, he was in a suit and tie with a massive bouquet of roses in his hands. “Let me put these in water first,” you giggled as you took the flowers.

Maybe this was less casual than you thought as you quickly went to retrieve a vase while Jamie glanced around your living room. “This other guy, he some sort of biker?” he joked, nodding to the leather jacket hung up.

You rolled your eyes as you finished setting the flowers up, “No, he just forgot it when he was leaving,”

“Who forgets their jacket?”

“Jealous?” you teased, leading him to the door, “Nah he slept in, and he was going to be late for work,”

“What does he do?”

You paused in your tracks, smirk on your lips, “Why? You wanna go on a date with him instead?” with an eyeroll and a teasing wink you were both finally on your way.

The next morning when you woke up you carefully slid yourself out from under Jamie’s arm to go answer the front door. “Roy,” you smiled, trying to cover your panic.

“Hey. I was just swinging by for my jacket,” he said, walking in like he’d done a million times.

You prayed Jamie wouldn’t wake up as he did. “Its just over here,” you said, passing it to him.

“Thanks. Hey while I’m here we could go get some coffee or breakfast,”

“I’m not dressed,”

“I can wait,”

“I don’t want to impose,”

“I don’t mind,”

“I- “you sighed, running out a lies.

A look of realisation dawned on his face before a small smirk grew, “You have company,”

“Maybe,” you smiled, awkwardly biting your lip as he chuckled. Unlike Jamie, Roy was not shy of a little competition. He almost seemed to delight in the fact especially bringing it up during his dirty talk. While you found Jamie’s jealousy ridiculously hot, Roy’s cockiness was equally as refreshing.

“alright but don’t forget you’re seeing me tomorrow,” he said, giving you what was supposed to be a quick kiss.

You finally pulled away, slightly breathless and laughing, “Okay you need to go now,”

“Who is it babe?” Jamie’s voice rang out, Roy’s expression instantly hardening, “You,” Jamie deadpanned as he stood across from Roy in your fluffy robe.

“You,” Roy almost growled.

“You know each other?” you asked but the tension in the air answered it, “Oh fuck,”

“You’re sleeping with that prick?”

“Why would you fuck a grampa?”

“At least I can get her off,”

“And I can’t? Watch me, cmere babe- “

“Woah!” you said, putting your hands in the air as you stood from your couch where’d you’d sat during their near ten-minute scawble, “Now now boys, you’re both pretty,” you teased but neither were amused, “How was I supposed to know?”

“Well, you can’t date both of us,” Roy protested.

Jamie made a face, “Eh you’re not the boss of her,”

“No but I also don’t want your diseases,”

“I am not diseased!”

“Prove it,”

“Boys!” you almost shouted making them both pause, “If you don’t calm down neither one of you is dating anyone. We’re all adults here,” you said, finally thinking they’d calmed down as they moved to sit on the sofa.

“Well, I am,” Jamie muttered under his breath, getting a sharp glare from you and a growl from Roy.

You sighed as you began pacing the room, “Look I like you both but if this is gonna be a problem then maybe its better if we all just take a break,”

The two stared at their feet like scolded children, “I’m sure,” Roy began through gritted teeth, “We can make this work,”

And finally, Jamie agreed, “How hard can it be?” you sighed in relief however soon after decided to kick the pair out your flat to try decompress from this whole mess.

What you hadn’t seen was the icy glares they shared as they both gave you a goodbye kiss and left. “May the best boyfriend win,” Roy said as they walked down the stairs of your flats.

A cocky smirk went on Jamie’s face, “I intend to,”

While you enjoyed love and affection even you knew this was getting excessive. Your date with Roy went from being a meal out at a local diner he liked to Roy cooking you a three-course meal from scratch in his house with a bottle of ridiculously expensive wine to match. “This is worth more than my rent,”

“Yeah, but nothings worth more than you,”

You had been awing over the whole evening all night and all day the next day to your friends however Roy had also been bragging about the whole ordeal to Jamie. So, Jamie naturally knew he had to step up his game.

Jamie arrived to your flat at 10pm with a blindfold and his car keys. He led you to your seat before insisting you put on the blindfold until you got to your mystery location. “I’m gonna fall,” you squealed as Jamie helped you out the car and you felt your shoes hit soft grass.

“You’ll just have to hold onto me then wont ya?” you didn’t have to see him to hear his smirk and you knew he could tell you were rolling your eyes.

Eventually after many stumbles and almost facing planting a couple times Jamie had you take off your blindfold. “The park?” you looked around confused before realisation hit when you saw the blanket laid on the grass.

“Thought we could look at the stars and that,” Jamie mumbled, pink tinging his cheeks.

You lent forward, placing a kiss to the hot cheek, “You’re such a softie,”

“Only for you,” he grinned as he sat down on the blanket, pulling you with him, “Brought snacks as well,” he said handing over the picnic basket.

Unlike usual picnic baskets with sandwiches and cakes this was filled with all your favourite sweets, crisps, pringles, and cans of fizzy juice. Jamie laid down on the blanket, pulling you into his arms so you could stare at the stars together. It was so peaceful you almost fell asleep right there.

At first you thought it couldn’t get better but it wasn’t just the romance they were trying to out do each other on. Whenever they weren’t taking you out on sappy film worthy dates you were being dragged to the nearest bed, sofa, or car. Not that you were complaining, however.

What you didn’t know what Roy and Jamie actually came up with a schedule in their own time of who got to see you when. Neither was happy with the outcome, claiming the other got the better days or more time despite making it up themselves.

Apparently last night had been Roy’s night but between taking you bowling and mini golfing then not letting you leave the bedroom for several rounds you ended up sleeping in later than usual. You woke up in Roy’s arms to a text from Jamie saying he was coming over.

You groaned when you saw it, not realising Roy was awake, “You good?”

“Yeah, its just,” you sighed before deciding to just get it off your chest, “I’m just tired. Don’t get me wrong I loved yesterday and all our other dates, but I just wish we could all hang out sometimes,”

“You want me to hang out with that twat?” he asked, eyebrow raised. This was exactly what you meant. You groaned and went to roll away, but Roy wrapped his arms around you to stop you, “I’m sorry,” he sighed, “I guess we were so wrapped up in being the best boyfriend we didn’t think about how it would affect you. I’ll stay, if you want me to,”

You perked up at that, giving Roy a kick excited kiss, “and you’ll be nice?” a loud groan came from Roy, “please?” you whined.

A small smile appeared on his lips, “fine. For you,”

Jamie’s reaction was oddly similar to Roy’s that you wondered why they weren’t already friends with how similar they could be. You were currently sat with your feet in Roy’s lap, your head resting on Jamie’s shoulder, watching some trashy dating show both boys pretended to hate but suddenly had strong opinions about.

“What is she doing? Her and Declan are made for each other,”

“Yeah, right?” Jamie nodded in enthusiastic agreement, “What’s so special about Simon?”

You couldn’t help but snigger at the pair. “You two boys wanna be left alone?” you teased only to be met with unison hushes as a new contestants entered the villa and drama ensued.

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saingirl101 · 3 days

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Okay had some time and shitposts to really think about the finale of FHJY

I literally have rewritten this post several times thats how complex it feels.

Spoilers under the cut

First off I love that potential threads are hanging in the air particularly for adaine and kristen.

Character wise kristen ironically could have been the most complete storyline after FHSophY however with how Ally played her this season i think narratively she is the bad kid who absolutely needs a continuation for her story - tracker, bucky, her messy enemiess beebees ship, her parents, the whole buddy/bobby dawn thing, FUCKING KALINA, like the way brennan ended the season its like he's T-ing up another narratively perfect season for kristen.

Fabian, our darling boy makes several strides in improving himself and several steps back in other ways. I for one would die from laughter while he deals with having a GF, his mom, step father and grandpapa all living in the same house with a new elf baby (and also potentially stepsibling Fig).

Adaine - godamn what a fantastic narrative season as well, her confidence this season was so hot and siobhan continues to just be a dream TTRPG player. Like she's been killing it with her character decisions, impeccable comedic timing, and knowledge of the game out of the park for literally the past year and half.

Riz, like my god, such a perfect season for him and getting to see his character growth as well. He's also literally the hottest he's ever been and while I am sad he is aroace so i cannot make an OC to smooch him, he's just so fucking ool it doesn't even matter. ALSO RIZ YOU HAVE MULTIPLE QUEER PEOPLE ON YOUR TEAM YOU CAN DEFINITELY TELL THEM YOU ARE AROACE KING.

Gorgug, wow what a fucking season. Zac always kills it with his characters but besides the bit in freshman year I don't know that I ever clicked with gorgug as much as I did this season. He also had an amazing arc all those nat 20s in the last stand, the nat 20s to get them the academic help while he took on four years of school in one year, using his aertificer stuff to help take down his literal nemesis and the person whose put him down for years.

And now we come to fig and my controversial opinion. I still feel like despite them trying to T-up this possibly being emily's fairwell from playing fig I don't feel like narratively it makes sense. theres just still so much in the air and I would love to see her relationship with ankarna grow and blossom. Also despite the talk theres just so much left unresolved between her and sandra lynn. That said I'll be sad but understand if emily plays another character if they do ever make FHseniorY. THAT SAID, BRENNAN YOU OWE ME A SEASON OF GILEAR SHENNANIGANS. FIG DID SAY SHE MIGHT MOVE INTO SEACASTER MANOR, LET HER PULL LOONEY TOONS SHENNAIGANS TO PREVENT FABIAN FROM MURDER THEIR NEW SIBLING.

#fhjy #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fhjy spoilers #the bad kids #dimension 20 #kristen applebees #adaine abernant #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring #figuroth faeth #riz gukgak #d20

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figsandphiltatos · 11 days

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share your buddy dawn hcs pretty please..

OKAY, buddy hcs (or at least some of them, i am trying to be so normal you can’t imagine. this guy lives in my head rent free)

a lot of my hcs about buddy also involve his family, just because the family stratification that happens in southern evangelical families is SO fascinating to me.

SO: buddy is a southern grandma’s boy. if you’ve lived in the south you know this guy. his grandma helped raise him, he calls his grandma ‘mimi’ and, to his grandma, he’s essentially the second coming of christ, he can do NO wrong in her eyes. buddy and pamela dawn have the kind of enmeshed relationship that would simply blow your mind

as an addendum to this: buddy dawn calls his grandma ‘mimi’ and his grandpa ‘pawpaw.’ if you are his friend, the whole family will invite you to participate in this naming tradition. this will make you uncomfortable but there’s no way out of it without seeming rude (this is a struggle i know well as a yank living in the south)

on the topic of pamela dawn, i think she’s like such a Matriarch, at least as much as one can be in that kind of misogynistic social system. i think she clings to what power she can grab and is incredibly vindictive (but never direct) about it. i think she was probably just as enmeshed and close with buddy’s dad (think #boymom) and probably HATED buddy’s mom, regardless of how good of a mom/person she was

we don’t know a lot about buddy’s parents, but my vibe is that they’re dead. if they weren’t, it doesn’t make sense to me that they would let bobby and pamela move away with their son (there are other hcs i’ve heard on this topic that are equally interesting, such as buddy’s mom and dad having a different idea of sol/helio worship and being pushed out of the family). my vibe is that they died on a mission trip. this explains why bobby didn’t just revivify them, but it also adds to the themes of legacy and family name that buddy has to contend with. like imagine if your grandpa is The Sol Televangelist Of All Time and your parents were martyred on a mission to the mountains of chaos?? oh the crushing pressure of familial expectations (and helio didn’t even choose you as his chosen one)

buddy’s legal name is robert. this one has no real evidence (in fact i feel like it’s likely that there’s no more to his name, at least canonically, than just buddy), but it makes sense to me that a man like bobby dawn would be obsessed with passing down his name and legacy. so i think it’s likely that his dad was also named robert (maybe called robbie or rob)

buddy’s name is specifically NOT robert, and that’s exactly why he got the nickname buddy. this hc is a bit more convoluted, but here’s the gist: imagine buddy’s mom didn’t name him robert despite all the familial pressure to do so. of course there’s nothing bobby or pamela can really do, but they can give this kid a nickname that’ll stick for the rest of his life. plus, buddy has always seemed like a kind of condescending nickname to me and i think that would piss off his mom even more (which tbf is what i think pamela’s goal would be). but, if buddy’s legal name isn’t robert, i don’t have any super strong contenders for what his legal name would be

(i could get into a whole thing about hcs i have about his parents good god)

i think buddy grew up listening to his grandparents' old records! this means he was raised on old gospel and old country and that’s still the majority of his music taste (it doesn’t help that he’s not allowed access to most tech, especially tech from solace, so the influences he’s pulling from are relatively limited)

this is already. so. long. so i’m going to stop myself now lmao. but thank you for asking!!!!! i ALWAYS have thoughts about this fucking guy so thank you for the ask!!!!!!

#i will. rant about him. always #buddy dawn #fhjy spoilers #just in case? i don't think literally anything i've discussed here is canon lmao #but still #fantasy high junior year #rat grinders

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teacookiesandpeace · 8 months

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THEY'LL FIND HIM IT'S ALL MY FAULT AND THESE DAMN TRADITIONS OF THIS CITY They're going to dissect him and study him and I'm going to be sent to boarding school and… and… ...I need to do something quick tonight

PART 4

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...

Is that... him? Who is this person next to him?

?: Greetings. Craig: Who are you?… And what happened to… Tweek: ... ?: I see you've grown up a lot too, Craig. Craig: … You ... look familiar to me, but I want to know what's going on, right now. ?: I've come to settle the score with an old friend of mine, but I'm genuinely glad I found you Craig: Dude seriously, who ARE you? What the hell did you do to my friend???

?: We were talking, I didn't remember boys were so emotional

Craig:Dude are you o-

Tweek: T-TWEEK! MY NAME IS TWEEK, I'M... A GOOD GUY AND I'M SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING! BUT PLEASE LET ME STAY WITH YOU! I CAN BE USEFUL, I PROMISE! JUST PLEASE DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME BACK! PLEASE!

Craig: Oh my god. Calm down, man Tweek: PLEASE!

Craig: Dude- It's okay, Tweek, calm down.

?: Hmph, fine, I don't need you anyway Craig: Seriously, I need you to explain to me what's going on ?: You're pretty calm for someone who found their imp friend lost and crying in church with a stranger... Craig: I'm not, I think I'm more confused and angry, to be honest there's so much going on in my life now I can't even describe it anymore ?: Understandable. Tweek: P-please let's get out of here... Please... Craig: … But- sigh Dude, you know what? Okay, let's go home, girl I don't know what you want, but if you need something just talk to Father Maxi, dammit… What do you want to leave us alone? ?: This was faster than I thought… But for now I don't need any payment, just accept this as a gift, here… Craig: A grimy coat? Where did you get this thing and why are you giving it to us as a ...gift?? ?: For Tweek to protect himself from the cold, of course. That's all for now, just accept my gift and everything will be alright Craig: ...Weirdo ?: Whatever, see you soon Tweek and Craig, it was good to see you again. Craig: Wait I still need to figure out what just- ... Craig: … oh GREAT... SHE JUST DISAPPEARED Craig: Uh, Tweek? Can you explain to me what happened, please? Tweek: *sob* b.g.bggghhhhhhhhhjnhgmgg....... :'( Craig: ... Alright, let's go home, okay?

Craig: Uh, I'm sorry I didn't come in earlier to help you deal with that weird girl, and I told you to hide in a... Cinerary...Vessel... Uh, I really got worried about you, I'm glad you're safe now, seriously. Tweek: Mphr mphr mhrp mhrmp Craig: ... Ok ... The neighborhood is very quiet at dawn… I hope you don't mind but I'm kind of an orphan and I jumped out the window to escape a few minutes ago and luckily I didn't break a rib or something, hopefully we can… Climb the walls, and stuff, to get inside again ...

( ... I knew something was wrong, don't worry Kinny. We'll get you back, buddy )

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halevren · 2 months

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FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 10

Happy mid season episode! I am saddened by the fact that I work on Wednesdays because I will be late to watch fhjy until the forseeable future. If anyone cares though I plan on buying the adya statuette next week if my finances allow for it :3 also I am so tired rn but I NEED to watch fhjy

Do you guys think ayda will appear in this episode after her statuette was released last week? (Praying)

tttaking over teenage rebellion!

Lucy Frostblade... You were just a girl. You didn't deserve everything that happened to you

"We're feeling bad. But we're feeling... Hopefully positive."

stress isn't always the bed guy

Aelwyn!

big old burned down house

Cottoncandy Bitchfuck

"I'm.... Bored. That's not true. I'm not bored at all. I'm just tired."

Hindesight is 50/50

"Oh I love this. Tell me all about it."

Siobhan is loving Aelwyn rn

"I do sometimes believe in you"

"So Sentimental"

Aelwyn and Adaine are so important to me their sibling relationship is everything

AELWYN AND ADAINE NOT BEING USED TO NICENESS

"Oh, my sweet little boy is sick!"

"just don't tell fab— don't tell anyone my apartment looks like this"

The Gukgak

I'm the Gukgak guy!

"Oh, Riz, you have to sleep, Kiddo." "I can't, mom, I don't have time." Oh Riz....

Framed?

Riz is so exhausted

It's been an hour and a half and his mom has chips and a drink 😭😭

"Mom, you have to be so careful."

"Keep my name out of your mouth." FIG 😭😭

"it's all good, mom"

yulenear

"Fig has like 3 majors now" "maybe 4, i might take a level of wizard."

"Kristen Applebees, believe it or not." "... huh." HWHHWKWNEB

"You both keep my name out of your mouth."

"It's been our month!"

Lola Embers recommended Gorgug's place??

"Mom I'm going to go to Loam farm."

*shrug* "mom." *shrug*

"We're having a rough one." "GOT 'EM."

"I'll do it." Fig cleric teacher?!?!

TAMAGOTCHI. MaryAnn my beloves

The puppet master!

"Ha Ha! Darling Girl!"

Gilear is king for the day

"My mom called you?"

"I don't need a ride to school anymore"

"I believe she's wanted here."

BUSINESS CLASS FOR CLOACA

"Can I say hi??"

NOOOOOOO NOOO SHE HUNG UP BEFORE FABIAN COULD ANSWER

That's so devastating

Coffee all over the DM screen

Yeah they haven't addressed the fact that fig is cursed

Pussy out, tits away

Theres so much going on

ohhh they might be sacrificing the rats

"I'm wearing a sports bra and a G-string, and I want to be closer with all of you."

Fabian with Mazey is so painful. He's so flustered and awkward I love him

MAZEY TRUSTS FABIAN

"I'm here, for you."

"Kristen was in a mood."

NOO DON'T KILL MAZEY SAVE HER FABIAN

Fried rice

SHE LEANS IN TO MAKE OUT

THIS IS SO EMBARRASSIJG

"Wait, they don't like us??"

"When you think about me, why do you always bring up the ball?"

SHE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE'S OKAY BECAUSE HE'S ALOne

oh Fabian...,...........

"The legend continues."

"I was going to get a tattoo, actually."

"Even if you weren't maximum legend, I would still wanna hang out with you." MAZEEYYYYY 😭😭😭😭

BOGGY

Absence of divinity???

THE GOD'S DOMAIN CHANGED OVER TIME????

RUVINA'S SIBLING??

The gift is only mentioned in old texts??

"Well I guess I'll go to work."

Basrar is dead

"Literally your circus, literally your monkeys."

Tips are bad

RODEO MODE

THE MIDDLE SCHOOL FOR A SPEECH???

NOOO NAT ONE

Check the soil kids

Lydia mention 🔥🔥🔥

Kristen holds so much hostility for Kalina 😭😭

Oh Lydia...

AV club mention

THIRTY ROLL 🔥🔥🔥🔥

The powerhouse of the cell

Aggression and protectiveness

7 becomes a 21?!?!!

?!?!?!?!?! SOMETHING COMING OUT OF HER CHEST???

22 Arcana, 25 religion

Elemental alignment???

Fiendish things going on

Yellow gold

Kinda like the pride of armor and lemon yogurt

PISS CURSE????

Ratgrinders sticker

"I don't get angry, I think I get sad sometimes" me too buddy, me too

Sometimes a spell comes out and obliterates people

Comedy of errors

Autopilot

Bobby Dawn and Pam Dawn

Bobby Dawn coming to Aguefort sounds like a bad thing

"I'll never let you do that."

"Yours only came back once." *middle finger* Kristen Applebees you will always be famous

A+ in paladin classes!

"Sorry! Get away from me"

Reasons he won't divulge???

A+ in all classes!!!

THREE PARAGRAPH ESSAY? NOOO ABOUT SADNESS AND DISAPPOINTMENT NOOOOO

FIG NAT 20 FOR THE INSIGHT 😭

Zara is gorgeous

The days of Goldenhoard is over 😭😭

"MY GOD IS KRISTEN????"

Oh my god I almost prophesied this when I said Kristen would become a cleric/warlock of Fig.... instead Fig is the warlock/paladin of Kristen 😭😭😭

I'm the closest thing to a prophet holy shit

New god, agreement, todo list

Complicated Women: Lucy Frostblade 😭😭

NAT 20 DECEPTION FOR WANDA CHILDA

Oh my god

"Frick. I'm so sorry." "I'm not." Wanda Childa

GET MY ROCKS OFF TO 😭😭

"I'm off the grid that's why I only have an iPod"

God... Wanda Childa

[email protected]

"Do you want me to get you a phone?"

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE"

"I want to do relationships with Riz."

Medal of Wit

LITTLE METAL BRIEFCASE

You absolutely sweetie

29 performance 🔥🔥

GARTY O'BRIEN MENTION 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Naked Kristen. Again.

Oh god Fabian is at 4 at his second roll

"Breaker Breaker, this is Fabian Seacaster, looking for his papa, Bill Seacaster, somewhere out there in the nine hells............"

This is so heartbreaking... Fabian...

Oh Fabian...

His papa.....

He probably feels so lonely

Rage token.....

This rage token is making me take a stress token

Everyone single one has been bad

FABIAN TAKING THE BARDIC FROM FIG

Constitution saving throw???

oh no

"I shit myself"

I CAN'T BRWATHE

"I've only been eating leftovers"

UNNAMED BARD STUDENT NO

QUINCY NO

DID QUINCY TAKE A RAGE TOKEN?

THAT'S IT????

oh my god

#fhjy spoilers #fantasy high junior year spoilers #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high junior year

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"Go the fuck to sleep" how about for old school sunset curve.

Adrenaline thrummed through Luke's veins as they left the stage, the fading sound of applause still ringing in his ears. "Boys that was a fucking kick as show!"

"I can't believe they asked for a second encore!" Reggie exclaimed as he rubbed a towel over his sweat drenched hair. "I doubt we have a shirt left after that!"

"Not after you gave out half our stock to every cute girl you saw no," Alex snarked, earning him a towel to the face.

"Let's pack up and get something to eat, I'm starved," Bobby said, before they got into it.

"Street dogs?" Luke proposed as they collected their stuff, and accepted their pay for the evening.

"Actual food," Bobby countered. "Not out of an engine block."

"Pizza!" Reggie voted, and they all agreed, stopping to get a slice from their favourite dive before heading back to the studio.

It had long become a band ritual that after a show they would just sleep in the studio-Celia didn't mind, even though she always insisted they were welcome to come in the house. Bobby insisted they didn't want to wake her up, so they pulled out the couch and squeezed onto it, and had an epic rock paper scissors fight over who got stuck sleeping on the oversized beanbag in the loft.

Bobby got the chair this time, but in truth, he didn't really mind. Alex snored, Reggie was a cuddler, and Luke was an insomniac at the best of times, let alone after a gig. At least curled in the chair he had half a chance at getting some sleep.

"You think next show we should change the tempo of Get Lost?" Luke mused as they settled in.

"My kick leg says no," Alex grumbled. "It's already fast enough, and the last time we tried it I almost busted the drum."

"What about Long Weekend? I wasn't sure about the bridge arrangement," Luke asked them.

"It was fine," Reggie assured him. "The crowd was loving it!"

"I know, I know," Luke replied. "It's just, if we wanna get noticed, we gotta stand out somehow."

"We will buddy, but we played a good set, the owner wants us back next weekend, no complaints," Reggie said around a yawn.

"Plus we've got the tour coming up," Alex rationalized. "That'll put us on the map all over the coast."

"Night all!" Bobby called from the loft, the others replying, and then it was quiet for a bit.

But Luke was restless-he always was after playing, like the music and energy never could settle in his veins afterwards. His mind raced with chords and the remembrance of the lights, the crowd, and analyzing every note.

"Luke stop humming," Alex said groggily.

"Sorry," he whispered, trying to close his eyes and settle. But the night was still replaying in his mind.

"Luke seriously, go the fuck to sleep!" Bobby yelled from the loft.

"I'm trying!" he protested.

"Go run around the block and get your energy out," Reggie said, smacking his lips together. "Then come back and at least try to nap, we have class tomorrow."

"Alright," Luke said, easing himself up and took off. Was it a good idea to run around Los Feliz after midnight? Probably not. But he had taken enough self defense classes in lieu of gym to feel okay. Plus the run really did help quiet the restless energy thrumming through him.

So maybe it was closer to dawn than he would have liked before he dropped off, and he needed to be prodded awake, plus a mug of Celia's triple roast to get him up and going, but Luke knew it was worth it.

Though Alex swore next week he was dosing Luke's post show water with melatonin. Luke shrugged, and said he was welcome to try. But he doubted anything would ever kill the racing of his brain after a show.

But he did purposefully lose rock paper scissors the next week so they could sleep-because above everything, Luke was a good friend. Even if he was still humming in the loft, it served more as a lullaby than anything, and the others couldn't really complain as they drifted off to the refrain of Crooked Teeth.

#filled prompts #ficlet #sunset curve #julie and the phantoms

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Shadowed Cross - Chapter 3

(This is an AU worked on by @peachypede and myself. Inspired by @bluebellowl's 50's AU.)

CW:

-none

Cut for length. Enjoy.

Ilona stared out the window, watching the world pass by as she rode in the backseat of the car. Buddy had said it was Mercedes Benz and then rattled of numbers and terms that swiftly flew over Ilona’s head. She ran her hand over the red leather seat. Her human hand.

It felt strange. Cross drilled a spell quickly into her head before he even let her step foot out the front door. The spell worked thus far. She was human again. But it was temporary. Cross said it would last however long she could hold it. He made her promise to start finding a safe place as soon as she felt even a hint of the spell fading. Promise wasn’t entirely accurate. It was more that he held her by the nape of the neck and hissed how badly things would go if she was caught. She gulped as she remembered the feeling of his hot breath against her ear, saying she’d be left to her fate and he would deny all knowledge of her as people who did not care about her well-being captured her and did gods knew what to her.

“You okay, kid?”

Buddy’s voice from the driver’s seat pulled her out of her mind. He still wore the shades but she could see his eyes glance at her in the rear view mirror as he drove. She nodded.

“Yeah. I’m okay…”

Her eyes drifted around the interior. It was all red. A dull boring red that didn’t assault the eyes but didn’t beg for the attention of such either. Ilona felt small. She could stretch her legs out completely. The tips of the white pumps still didn’t even reach the back of the front seat. Buddy could be heard laughing softly.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Who in the world could need this much room?”

“You mean other than Mr.’I’m too tall for my own good’ Cross?”

“Oh yeah… I guess he would be a little squished in a regular car...”

She rubbed her arm. The conflicting feelings of right and wrong returned. The skin felt alien without the fur. But she knew it was how it should be. She could still feel Buddy’s eyes on her.

“Without all that fur… I think I recognize you now.”

Ilona looked up at him. “I don’t think I ever made a delivery to Mr. Cross’s mansion…”

Buddy shook his head. “Nah… Somewhere else… Were you ever a waitress or something?”

Ilona’s mind traveled back to a much less content time in her life. Her first job. She was a soda jerk. One of the few female ones. It showed in how the guests treated her. When she wasn’t being treated as completely incompetent for things beyond her control, she was getting harassed for the short skirt she was made to wear. The owner had definitely believed in the adage ‘sex sells’.

“Uh. Yeah… I was the soda jerk for a diner on the other side of town. Uh, Lenny’s Eats.”

“That was you!?” Buddy sounded like he was ready to wreck the car. “You’re the one who broke that dessert dish over that guy’s head!”

“You were there for that!?”

Buddy howled in laughter. “Boy Howdy! I was there with some other drivers while Joe-- I mean, Mr. Cross was at some function. The fellas and I were about to get up and get the guy after he yanked on your skirt but you beat us to it.”

Ilona’s cheeks still burned with how angry that had made her. She was also written up and had her pay docked for the incident. The owner was obligated to tell the guy to take a hike but he also made sure that Ilona couldn’t assault the customers in return, no matter what they had done. It didn’t dawn on her that she was the only one to actually put up with that treatment until she had decided to quit. The boss flipped between begging her to stay and verbally assaulting her as she put in her notice. In the end, she didn’t even finish the two weeks. The man was left short staffed for eleven of the fourteen days she had said she’d remain. Last she had seen the place, there was a for sale sign on the window and the doors were boarded shut.

Served the asshole right, she had thought.

“You got moxie, kid. Tons of it. Whatever happens, you’ll be okay. I know you will.”

Ilona thought for a moment before nodding. Buddy’s words seemed to almost magically dispel the anxiety that gnawed on her nerves.

“Thanks, Buddy.”

She saw the trademark red striped walls of Jerry’s diner out the corner of her eye. Buddy drove past and parked into another parking space for a business next door. He put the car in park and turned in his seat to look at her.

“You remember the plan?”

Ilona nodded. “I’ve got it. I’ll be okay.”

“Good luck. Kid. I’m routing for ya.”

“Thanks again, Buddy.”

The door clicked as Ilona opened the door.

Everett’s reflection in the face of his wristwatch glowered back at him as he tapped his fingers against the table. It had been twenty minutes. Twenty minutes since he and Pecha had arrived and sat down. They had a normal meet up time. 10am. Each time. It wasn’t unheard of for Ilona to be a few minutes late but she always made it close to time. She was never this late.

Everett’s eyes drifted up to Pecha sucking down her soda. His eyes watched the liquid disappear rapidly. The ice clinked against the glass as it no longer had it’s bubbly cushion to keep it a float. A loud slurping sound signaled the soda’s demise as she stopped and looked back at him.

“What?”

“That never ceases to amaze me. Where does it go?” Everett replied flatly. Pecha shrugged as she dabbed daintily at the corners of her mouth.

“In my stomach, I would assume.”

Everett sighed. “As Ilona would say, ‘you’re going to hate yourself later’… of course she’s not here to say that…”

Everett propped his head on his hand and looked around the diner. It was a bit of a slow day. Some older diners chatted and the sounds of the cook working away could be heard. His voice yelling order names that sounded like some made up language would pierce the quiet from time to time. Without fail, the waitress would gather the order and deliver it where it needed to go despite the words that came out the cooks mouth making no sense at all. What the hell even was “Adam and Eve on a raft and two blowout patches and axle grease”?

Ilona would know. Ilona would have been the one to translate when either he or Pecha was curious. Ilona was not here.

Everett huffed once more before staring at his watch like it would magically bid Ilona to appear.

“She’ll be here, Everett.” Pecha stirred the ice around in soda-less glass absentmindedly. “She probably just got caught up in a delivery.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of…” Everett sat up straight. His hands waved in front of him as he spoke, “She’s always caught up in something since she left that diner job. That delivery job seems to hold all her time lately.”

Everett had been surprised when she had called him up to join her for a celebration. He had arrived at Pecha’s house and later stood in Pecha’s backyard with a watering hose as Ilona set fire to the uniform she had loathed so deeply. It was the night she vowed to never return to that place. She then proceeded to explain she was getting paid very well for her delivery job. It had made Everett scratch his head. He didn’t know of many delivery jobs that paid that well. He was happy for her nonetheless. That was before he got a good look at her new lifestyle.

“Haven’t you noticed how she’s been since taking up that delivery job? Her clothes at gotten at least three new patches in the past month and that was a brand new pair of pants! Her shirt is going ragged as well! And the injuries! She’s had bruises and scrapes for days!”

Pecha listened to Everett’s rant while still playing with the straw in her ice. He named off several instances he felt that Ilona had not taken her safety seriously. Several more were counted off on his fingers where he wondered about her hygiene as she was covered in dirt and debris from unknown sources.

“Is she still eating? Drinking water?” Pecha asked suddenly causing Everett to stop his complaining mid sentence. He looked at her blankly.

“Yeah? Seems so. She didn’t look thinner or anything…”

“And taking her medicine?”

“Well, yeah, she hasn’t had any episodes and still looks healthy all things considered.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” Pecha assured him, looking down at her cup once more and watching the ice swirl with the motion of her straw.

“Ilona has always been a bit aloof. She’s rough around the edges and active. She doesn’t mean to get hurt, but she seems to know what to do when it happens. She may not have done anything with it, but that degree in medicine seems to have given her some knowledge when it comes to taking care of herself in those situations. I really don’t think you should worry so much about her. She can take care of herself… Don’t you think so, Everett?”

Silence.

“Everett?”

Pecha looked back up at Everett to see him staring at something behind her. His eyes were wide and his mouth was dropped open. She turned and saw the subject of Everett’s astonishment.

Walking toward them was Ilona. A green and white gingham dress flowed around her as she moved. Pecha couldn’t help but let her own jaw drop.

“I-Ilona!?”

Everett was already clamoring to his feet to pull out a chair for her. His mouth had still not closed. Ilona sat and gave Everett a small thank you as he sat back down with eyes still glued to her.

“What? Is it too much?”

Pecha shook her head as if trying to set her ability to speak back in motion. “N-no! It’s great! I just… I thought you didn’t like dresses…”

It was true. Ilona had made a big deal about never wearing anything dress like ever again after the harassment she had suffered at her previous job. It had pained Pecha so very much. Pecha loved to dress up in pretty clothes, especially when Ilona was there to do it with her.

Ilona shrugged. “Those clothes I was wearing to do my deliveries were getting really worn and it’s hot. I’ll have to be dressy until I can get a new shirt and trousers.”

Everett found his voice finally. “I didn’t know you owned something so nice…”

“I…” Ilona rubbed at her arm once more. “It… was… well, it was buried deep in my closet. I didn’t want to have to wear it unless I absolutely had to.”

Everett opened his mouth to speak only to be excitedly grabbed by Pecha. “Here they come!”

The waitress came over and sat three plates down. Each had a serving of stuffed french toast with different flavors. One strawberry, one blueberry, and one chocolate. Each were drizzled in warm syrup and a dollop of whipped cream sat pertly atop it all but was quickly melting from the heat of the meal. The sugary substance slowly dripped down the sides of the bread and mixed into the cream cheese, flavoring, and powered sugar.

The scent assaulted Ilona’s senses. She could feel the familiar ferality rising as she stared at the three plates. Her jaw clenched hard as she held herself back. Despite her earlier meal, her stomach still growled loudly. Pecha laughed as she retrieved her cutlery from the rolled napkin.

“Wow Ilona, I can hear your stomach from here!”

Ilona forced a grin as she dug the heel of her shoe into the toes of the other foot. The pain was enough to push away the urge to plunge her face into the food. “Y-yeah! I didn’t realize how hungry I am. Uh, who’s is who’s?”

“Well…” Everett began, holding a fork at the ready. “We couldn’t decide which ones we wanted and didn’t know what flavor you’d like either so we figured we’d try all three together.” He cut a piece from the chocolate one and quickly scooped it into his mouth, taking care to not let the syrup and whipped cream drip everywhere. His eyes widened as he held a hand over his mouth. Pecha and Ilona stared at him.

“Well?” Pecha asked.

“This might have been a mistake… I don’t want to share.” Everett replied behind his hand.

Pecha and Ilona glanced to one another before digging into the other two flavors. Their reactions were much the same but all three managed to control themselves enough to urge one another to try what they themselves enjoyed.

The table descended into giggles and playful banter as they enjoyed the meal. Ilona had long forget about her earlier encounter, losing herself to sweet treats and the company of friends. The memory of her promise to Cross came back to her as she saw Buddy out the window. He threw her a thumbs up. She gave him a slight nod before he turned and left.

Good. He found my bike.

“So Ilona…”

Ilona turned to Everett with her fork still in her mouth. She grunted at him as she continued to lick the sweetness from it’s prongs.

“You know why we agreed to meet…”

Oh no, here we go, Ilona thought to herself. She pulled the fork from her mouth and set it back on the plate in front of her, long empty from their feasting. “Okay… You got me here. Let’s get on with it. What do you have to say?”

Everett gave her a sidelong look. “The same thing I said yesterday… Your new job is a bit too dangerous in my opinion.”

Ilona nodded. “You did say that, and I understand. I’ll try not to get hurt so much in the future.”

“Not good enough.” Everett grunted. “You keep saying that and I keep seeing new wounds and patches on your clothes.”

“What do you want form me, Everett? I’m not stopping being a delivery biker because you can’t stop being a worry wart.”

“And you don’t worry enough!”

“WHOA! Hey! Hey… let’s calm down now…” Pecha held her hands up at both her friends as they both huffed and looked away from one another. “Look, I get where Everett is coming from. You have been kinda… well…” Ilona’s eyes drifted over to Pecha as she struggled to find the right words. “… Raggedy…”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Ilona asked, crossing her arms. “So because I’m not dressed up prim and proper and reeking of flowers and perfume I’m suddenly a danger to myself!?”

“No! That’s not—”

“Dammit Ilona, can you stop being stubborn! You know you can’t keep going like this with your illness! What if you really get yourself one time and bleed out!? No one is going to be able to help you! What if those dogs really did get a hold of you!? You would have been killed!”

Pecha’s head swung toward Everett. “Dogs!? What dogs!?”

Everett scoffed. “Oh yeah, didn’t tell you about that part. The ever adventurous but oh-so-responsible Ilona Vincent decided it would be a good idea to cut through Mr. Carlson’s yard and take a chance that his dog’s wouldn’t chew her to bits.”

“ILONA!”

“Hey! I made it didn’t I!? I’m still here!”

“Yeah but you still got hurt! Your arm! ...Wait…”

Ilona looked to where Everett’s eyes laid on her. Her arm. Her bare arm. Her bare and uninjured arm.

Shit.

“You… your arm… it was… it was all scraped and bloody yesterday…”

Ilona could feel her heart beat faster. She didn’t think of this. She should have insisted on getting her regular clothes from her apartment but she was so panicked about being late that it didn’t dawn on her.

“What? N-no it wasn’t. You must have dreamed that…”

“No. I swear it was. I would bet my entire inheritance on it. Ilona…”

Ilona looked away quickly. She could feel something wavering. Like a thin membrane threatening to snap. Pecha’s hands guided her gaze to Pecha’s. Pecha looked worried.

“Ilona? Your eyes. Are you feeling okay?”

“My eyes!?”

Ilona pulled her face away. She rubbed her cheeks, trying to calm down. A glance down at her feet saw the barest hint of black fuzz beginning to sprout around her ankles.

“I need to go!”

Ilona stood. Everett and Pecha stood with her. “Wait! Ilona! What’s wrong!?”

“I’m fine! I-- I just remembered I have an important delivery to make!”

She pushed away from the chair and rushed toward the door. She yelled back to her companions without looking back. “Thanks for the meal! I’ll call you both later!”

“Dammit! Ilona! Wait!”

Everett’s words were lost as she almost sprinted out the door. Everett grumbled as she dug money out of his pocket and threw it all the table before running toward the door himself. Pecha followed awkwardly. They both exited the diner just in time to see Ilona blazing down the street and into the distance. Everett grabbed his bike angrily.

“Everett!? What are you doing!?”

“If she thinks she can just blow us off like that after all that, she’s got another thing coming!”

Everett sped off leaving Pecha to scramble onto her own bike and attempt to catch up. Whatever Ilona was hiding, the pair were determined to confront her about it.

#wardenwrites #shadowed cross au #Oc Ilona #Oc Everett #Friend's Oc Pecha #Friend's Oc Buddy #Joseph Cross #Brawlhalla

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Act Like You Forgot (pt2)

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader 18+

pt1

warnings : smut, swearing

genre: smut, enemies to lovers, fwb

summary: you and Eddie have now become closer than ever ,but is this close , close enough for both of you?

a/n : two days late woohoo! because my gf decided to have like four beach days so yea. enjoy <3 promise that the rest will be more angsty

word count : 1.183

After that night in your room , which of course resulted in sex, it became your and Eddie’s dirty little secret.

Steve stared at you wide eyed “ sweet, fuck buddies” Robin said breaking the silence, at which Steve turned and gave her the look “ guess who’s going to be whipping her tears of the floor idiot” he replied “ oh come on dingus, don’t be like that” “besides , I’m okay , I’ve got this under control. It’s just a good ol’ fuck here and there nothing more” you replied and he shook his head. “I’ll bet on that and I’ll also buy a new mop” he said and you continued sipping your coffee.

A month passed and things between you and eddie seemed to work just fine. Well, just fine according to the plan at least. You’d plan to see each other after school most days and just spend time fucking around. You’d always stay a bit longer and he would get dressed, have a smoke and flee, that’s mainly the reason you met at yours most times, so he could go immediately after sex.

Tuesday morning had dawned and prom was now closer than ever. Fucking prom. Too stressful and you’d probably attend it with Robs or Steve. You were sitting in your English class, not paying any mind to the girls whispering about their prom dates or the lesson itself. Then something hit the back of your head. A note that wrote ‘ Janitor’s closet after lunch’. Your eyes went wide and you turned around only for you to meet a smirking Eddie ‘NO’ you mouthed at him. School was out of the question, what if someone caught you? The bell rang and you stormed of tom your locker to avoid Eddie. For your damn luck some kids were carrying decorations for the prom which resulted in him already waiting for you , leaning against it. “ come on y/n , you know you want it too” you rolled your eyes at him “ so what if I do ? we’ll get caught, it’s against the rules” “I don’t fucking care sweetheart, fuck the damn rules, fuck the school, I need you” he said with a needy look “I need you to touch me, I need to see your eyes roll back while I’m deep inside you. I can’t stop thinking bout you today…please” fuck this boy and his pleading look and how wet his needy words made you.

“fine ,but we HAVE to be quiet.” He gave you a smirk and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear “ I’m not the screamer sweetheart” with that you pushed him slightly and he left smiling “what was that?” you heard Robin’s voice behind you “ I’m going to kill this boy. He asked me to go to the janitor’s after lunch” she looked at you with wide eyes and smiled “I thought school was out of the question! Man you two really can’t keep it in your pants” “it is a one time thing, won’t happen again” she shook her head and huffed a laugh. “ so anyone asked you yet?” she asked waiting for you to say Eddie did “no love, we’ll both be stuck with Harrington” she laughed “what about Munson?” “yea no, he would never, I mean why would he anyway?” she looked at you as if you were crazy “you really think this guy is risking getting kicked out of the school just because he wants to fuck you? Or he’s always looking at you smiling because he actually has no feelings? Come on y/n , you’re smarter than that” she said and you actually wish she hadn’t because her words gave you hope.

So lunch period ended and you waited for everyone to go to their classes pretending that you were looking through your notes. When the coast was clear you headed to the meeting point. “hey” you whispered with a soft smile. Eddie felt as if he could die happily right there and then. He gently took hold of your waist and came closer. “thought you’d never show up” he said kissing you “wouldn’t miss it for the world” you replied against his lips. His tongue slid in your mouth and you sucked on it. He got goosebumps every time you did that. “ I’ve been waiting to do this all day” he said looking into your eyes “ we have to be quick” you said to silence your thoughts mostly .

With that he raised your skirt to your chest and held your thighs firmly. “just like old times huh?” he said looking at your fishnet tights one last time before ripping them between your legs. His fingers reached the side of your panties and went to push them aside when he figured that they were crotchless. “ against the rules my ass” he said grabbing your chin and making you look at him “you’re begging to get fucked today” his words left you a blushing, shaking mess while he just lowered himself and allowed his tongue to take a short teasing trip between your folds, enough to taste your dripping cunt and make you beg for his cock “Eds please” he wasn’t about to lose any time. He turned you over and bent you against the door, took his throbbing cock out and immediately slammed into you. You accidently let a choked up moan escape as he did so , he pulled your head closer by your hair and came close to your ear “ as much as I love your little moans sweetheart , you have to keep quiet for me, understand?” he said moving in and out slowly and you nodded “ good girl, now fuck your self on my cock as you love so much to do” he ordered without letting go of your hair. With that you moved back and forth as fast and sloppy as you could. He grabbed your ass and started fucking you as hard as he could whispering “ you’re such a filthy fucking whore” he was about to cum and you were about to do the same .

“ I’m going to cum , fuck y/n” he said his voice trembling as he painted your walls. You didn’t finish. What the fuck? He always cared about you. He gave you a kiss and you gave him a disappointed and confused look. He laughed and lifted you, setting you on the table behind him. He slid two fingers in your pussy while eating you out at the same time. You could feel tears of pleasure forming in your eyes as you were getting closer and closer to your climax. “ Eddie please, I’m close” you said panting. You couldn’t take it anymore, you squirted all over his face , tugging his hair while doing so. Once he was pleased he took his fingers in his mouth, gave you a kiss and held your shaking body. “it’s okay princess, you did great. Let’s get you cleaned and dressed now , shall we?”

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Farmhouse

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha brings you home to Clint’s farm and you share a soft day with the family

Note: I love love love auntie Nat and those kids deserved Nat to stay alive, so in this fic she did. Enjoy the softness!

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One of Natasha’s favorite places in the world is Clint’s farm. When he first helped her defect to Shield, the farm was her safe haven. Laura and Clint were so nice to her. It was the first time in years that she felt anywhere was a home.

Natasha has continued visiting over the years, so she knew when she fell in love with you that she would bring you home to the farm. After much kissing, she convinced you to get up at the crack of dawn to fly to the farm. The kids would want to see her when they wake up.

“Are you ready, detka?” Natasha asks you as you stand on the front porch of the farmhouse. You’ve seen pictures of it before but being here you can really feel the sense of home Nat gets from it.

Nat takes your hand in her strong one and opens the door. The house is quiet, only the soft hum of fans can be heard. Natasha walks with practiced direction and leads you into the kitchen.

“Nat,” a woman, Laura you recognize from photos, greets her. “Come here, honey.”

She stands up from the table and hugs Natasha. You’re surprised by Nat’s easiness to fall into the woman’s arms. The only other people you’ve seen her hug so casually are you and Steve.

“Laura, this is my girlfriend y/n,” Natasha says.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Barton,” you greet her.

“Oh please, call me Laura!” She says and pulls you in for a hug. Nat watches on with a smile.

Laura tells you that the kids will be up soon, so you better prepare for the quiet house to become chaotic. Nat takes you upstairs to drop your bags in her bedroom. While you’re up there, little feet patter across the floor.

Natasha steps into the hallway and looks towards the bedrooms.

“Nate?” She asks.

“Auntie Nat?” The little boy matches her questioning tone.

“Yeah buddy, it’s me.”

“Auntie Nat!” He yells and steps out of his room completely. He runs to Natasha, who picks him up and holds him tight.

“Good morning, Nate,” Natasha says. “This is y/n. Can you say hi?”

The boy rubs his eyes and leans further into her, clearly enjoying her warmth. You understand.

“He’s still sleepy,” a voice comes from behind you. The prodigal daughter stands there with a sleepy grin.

“Lila,” Natasha says softly.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Lila says as she practically jogs to reach Nat for a hug.

“I missed you, malyshka,” Natasha says.

She hugs Lila while still holding Nate in her arms. He’s drifting off to sleep.

“Y/n,” Nat addresses you. “This is Lila, aka my favorite kid.”

You all three chuckle.

“Nice to meet you, Lila,” you say. She feels a warmth in your greeting.

“You too,” she says. “Coop will be sleeping for a while, so we should probably go downstairs.”

Lila leads the way and you follow her with Nat and Nate trailing behind. The little boy is completely asleep, but Nat doesn’t mind. If anything, it warms her heart that he is comfortable enough to drift off in her arms.

Downstairs Laura begins to cook breakfast. You try to help but she tells you that company shouldn’t cook. You sit next to Nat at the table and converse with the family as the day begins.

Breakfast is delicious. And you already feel like a part of the family. Nate even lets you cut up his pancakes so you take that as a win.

You move to the living room afterwards to sit with Nat. Nate runs around and plays while Lila and Cooper play on their phones.

Natasha seems lighter after just a couple of hours of being at the farm. You lean against her shoulder and she kisses your cheek. You sigh contentedly.

“You okay?” Nat asks.

“I’m great,” you tell her.

You shift to look into her eyes and see her smiling at you. Natasha lifts your chin up with her hand and kisses your lips softly.

“Gross,” comes a remark from Clint of all people.

“Shut it, Clinton Francis!” You tell him.

His mouth opens in shock. Natasha, Laura, and the teenagers die laughing.

“Natasha, how dare you tell her about my name!” Clint yells.

“Sorry,” she says unseriously. “She got it out of me.”

“It’s clear who wears the pants in this relationship,” Clint jokes.

Natasha pulls you closer as the conversations continue. You really feel at home with these people in this place.

You think one day you’ll get a farmhouse of your own and live out your days with Natasha there.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #clint barton #laura barton #I love auntie Nat

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hellogoodbye14 · 2 years

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Separation Anxiety - Domestic Feysand+Nyx (Small One Shot)

Rhys felt a tiny hand smack him on his face twice.

“Da da…”

Tap tap

“da da..”

Tap

The third time he made a quick grab and pretended to munch on the hand. A squeal followed.

He opened his eyes to see his five year old son lean over him. He hugged him close and whispered into his soft dark hair.

“What’s up buddy? I thought we were done with you waking us at ungodly hours three years ago.”

Nyx’s giggling fit ended and he looked up, “Mama?”

Rhys looked sideways and his mate’s space was empty. He frowned, a pinch of worry coming forth.

“I’m sure she’s close.”

Nyx’s lips started to pucker and Rhys shook his head. His internal dad alarm started going off, his son was going to cry in t-minus 8 seconds.

“Nothing to worry about, we’ll find her.”

Nyx shook his head, trying to hold in his tears but also avoiding his fathers gaze.

“I- I had a nightmare.”

Rhys tilted his chin upwards gently.

“It’s okay, you’re safe and everything is fine.”

“But Mommy was taken in… in my nightmare.”

Rhys tapped into the bond and felt Feyre’s shield. She wasn’t in distress, he would have felt it.

“She’s probably snacking on chocolates again with Uncle Cass.”

Nyx giggled at that. Halloween had happened last week and by the end of the night Feyre and Cassian had consumed the most amount of chocolates. The two had literally fought over the remaining stack, Feyre had eventually won after sending her water wolves Cassians way.

It wasn’t everyday that the General of the Night Court’s army was seen chased down by wolves in Velaris.. that too in a Captain Hook costume.

Rhys shook off the memory and stood up with Nyx in his arms. He was only wearing his undershorts but didn’t worry much about bumping into someone at this time of the night.

“Da, look.”

Nyx held up his hand with wisps of fire puckering.

Rhys smiled, his mate was going to freak. Every other day, Nyx would discover a new power and Feyre would worry he’d harm himself. Rhys worried too, especially when he caught Nyx unintentionally levitating three feet above the floor.

But the powers would come and they would need to help Nyx control them rather than smother them.

He gave his son a peck on the cheek.

“Good job, buddy.”

He walked into the art room within the estate house and sure enough he saw candlelight flicker through the doorway.

Nyx instantly squealed, even before Rhys had opened the door.

“Mama!”

Rhys scoffed, “Boyo, I’m trying really hard not to be offended that I’m not your favourite parent.”

Nyx laughed, leaned forward and pushed open the door along with his father.

Feyre turned away from her stool to smile at them. A paint brush in her hand.

“Thought I heard my favourite man.”

“Thank’s darling, but Nyx is here too.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and picked up Nyx.

“Are you alright?”, he asked.

She nodded while smothering Nyx with kisses.

“Fine. But I couldn’t sleep.”

Rhys nodded, understanding dawning. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Rhys laughed as Nyx not so subtly pushed him away .

“What brings you boys down here?”

“The experience of seperation anxiety.”

Feyre’s eyebrows went up. “Nyx has separation anxiety?”

“Nyx? No. Me? Absolutely.”

Feyre snickered. She eyed her mate up and down, in all his almost naked grace. She couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him.

She took her seat on her stool with Nyx in her lap. Rhys placed another stool beside her and watched her work. Eventually Nyx deemed it important to add colour to the painting himself.

Rhys watched in awe as his mate guided her sons hand and helped him add the touches. His smile growing and growing each time the two people he loved the most laughed.

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#acomaf #acotar #acosf #acowar #rhysand #feyre #feysand #feysand fic #nyx #baby nyx

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freetheworms · 1 year

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Tell us more about locusts!!!

I DONT KNOW IF U KNEW WHAT U WERE SIGNING UP FOR BUT THANK U FOR ASKING!!!

they’re insane! they’re grasshoppers! or they were before they got too buddy buddy with the other grasshoppers while trying to eat food when it’s scarce as hell in the desert. very “you’re not you when you’re hungry,” except snickers never did an ad campaign on the dangers of locusts…

anyway. grasshoppers usually travel alone. the saying is “lone wolf” but really it should be “lone grasshopper,” okay? okay. but, when food is scarce, they’re forced to gather together in one spot to eat, getting so close to each other that they bump their little leggies together constantly. this sounds harmless right? a little cuddle never hurt anyone right?? wrong! in about 20 of the 7000 known grasshopper species, something about rubbing their little leggies together triggers what’s called a “gregarious phase,” which is a hilarious term to me but that’s not important. they get greggy. and WHEN they get greggy, they undergo a whole chemical transformation basically overnight!!

a greggy boi will transform magical girl style, from tan (best to blend into the desert when alone) to bright yellow and black (which might signal they’re toxic — interestingly enough, when they get greggy, they start to change their diet to ingest local toxic plants that they used to avoid) and actually become slightly smaller than their grasshopper counterparts. their legs and wings become stronger though, so they can fly super long distances with their buddies and. well. yknow, destroy vast fields of crops cause they looove carbs now! and unfortunately so do we, hence why a plague of locusts has been a major problem since the dawn of time :)

but wait! there’s more! i bet you’re wondering how these plagues of locusts get so big and only come around every so often, right? well. turns out that these species of grashopper lay their eggs in damp soil. so, when there’s a lot of rain in the african desert, there’s a lot of free real estate for these hoppers to make massive amounts of hopper babies! except, those hopper babies have to eat, and BOY CAN THEY EAT. so they’ll eat and eat all the new vegetation that came with those Rains Down In Africa that Toto was talking about, and then what? well, if there’s enough rain and enough vegetation like there was a few years ago, then there’s enough time for potentially more than one generation of grashopper to procreate before the vegetation finally can’t keep up with their appetites. each generation can grow exponentially by about 20 times the previous gen, and a generation cycle only takes 3 months! which means, many months later when they finally do have to gather together to eat the last vestiges of food? there’s JUST. SO. MANY OF THEM. just an insane number of grashoppers in one place, getting soooo greggy. and that leads to what you may call A FUCKING LOCUST STORM OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS COMING FOR YOUR GRAINS. BAD NEWS BEARS.

so anyway, africa has a locust patrol of dudes just out there in the desert, looking for signs that grasshoppers are about to get greggy and destroy everything AGAIN, so they can proactively poison them and save the crops, but. sometimes they slip by like they did in 2018 and things get real bad.

also, if you have a greggy breed of grasshopper, you CAN trigger their transformation yourself by rubbing their legs enough, which i find endlessly fascinating.

and um. yeah! i’m likely forgetting lots of stuff in there because i just woke up but. there you have my very brief rundown on locust basics

#i found out that locusts were grasshoppers a few years ago and lost my mind for a while researching them #busted into my roomies room like BRO DID YOU KNOW????#so anyway. love to talk about locusts!#gracie answers

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Links in Time

Part 13

The boys are cooped up in the bunker like restless cuccos, while Maari and Zelda search her library. Wars and Maari have a little heart to heart.

"What do you think she's like?" Twi asked Wars, tugging on his boots as he sat on the edge of his bed in the room they were sharing.

"Who?" Wars replied, deciding weather or not to wear his scarf.

"Zelda," Twi reiterated.

"Oh, I don't know. What's your Zelda like?"

"Well, she's a princess. Powerful, brave, beautiful," Twi sighed, resting his chin on his fist.

"Sounds like you've got a crush there buddy?" Wars teased.

"I dunno, everything was so complicated and messy back in my time. What about you? You didn't fall for your Zelda?"

"I may have at one point. She was a fierce fighter and she never wavered in her belief that we would win the war. But I guess in the end she was still a princess and I don't think I ever felt comfortable with the idea of being a prince or king."

"What about Maari?" Twi probed, raising an eyebrow as he got ready to get up.

"What about her?" Wars replied, his tone of voice guarded, conveying an air of warning to his room mate.

"You seem to be getting close to her that's all," Twi remarked innocently.

"So? She's a great person, and she's interesting."

"I know, and I like her too. But," Twi sighed.

"What is it rancher? Spit it out," Wars frowned.

"I... Just don't get too attached alright. We both know that we'll have to leave this time and this Hyrule at some point. You can be pretty mopey at the best of times, I'd hate to have to deal with a heartbroken Captain." Twi teased.

"Nice, real nice Twi," Wars responded, slapping Twi with the end of his scarf.

"I'm just saying, joking aside. Be careful okay."

"I'll take care of my emotions. Now can we please drop this?" Wars groaned, as he got to his feet and headed for the door, scarf discarded on the bed.

***

Maari met Riju in the throne room earlier than she would have liked, but a servant had come to her door just after dawn and woken her. Riju explained that she didn't want to draw attention to the boys by making too many visible trips down to the bunker. Heading down early in the morning would reduce the number of prying eyes.

"Hello, it's Maari, isn't it," Zelda greeted her, as the ex-princess skipped down the stairs.

"Yes, your... Um... Apologies, I'm not sure how I should address you now," Maari stammered, all at once in awe of meeting Zelda in such a private setting, but also reminded that she was just a normal Hylian.

"That's alright, please just call me Zelda. There is no princess here anymore," she insisted.

"Am I invisible now?!" Riju scoffed from the doorway.

"Sorry Riju," Zelda chuckled. She turned back to Maari and held out her hand for her to shake. "I'm very glad to meet you Maari. I heard from Purah that there was a Sheikah warrior travelling with Link. Or is it Links? Purah can get so excitable sometimes her messages don't make a lot of sense."

"I'm sure everything will be somewhat clearer when you meet them all," Maari tried to assure her.

"Come on, I don't want to be gone from the palace for too long," Riju hurried the others.

They made their way down to the bunker together. Maari was surprised that this time there was no guard on the door. Though she supposed if Riju didn't want anyone to know the boys were in the city a guard would draw unwanted attention. Inside there was hardly any noise. The stone walls of the bunker were silent and still.

"Don't tell me they're still asleep?!" Riju asked incredulously. She huffed in irritation and proceeded to bang on the nearest door. "Any wandering heroes awake in here?!"

An instant later the door opened and Wars actually managed to catch Riju's hand mid swing.

"Yes your highness, we're awake," he replied politely. Quickly releasing the girl's wrist and giving her a short bow. "Come on Twi."

Twilight followed in the Captain's steps as they both left their room. Next door Wild and Time appeared.

"We've been up for a little while. It's difficult to tell what time it is underground," Time explained. "Not sure if the others are up yet. I'll just go and make sure they're presentable. Oh, you must be Zelda, it's a pleasure to meet you. Wild's told us a great deal about you." Time said as his attention shifted to Zelda.

The older hero gave both women a bow before turning towards the larger sleeping chamber. Twilight remembered his manners and bowed to Riju. He wasn't sure how to greet Zelda so he nodded courteously at her.

"Wild?" Zelda asked, "who's Wild?"

"That would be me," Wild stepped forwards. "Hey Zel."

They all collectively held their breath waiting to witness this reunion. At last Zelda stepped towards Link and threw her arms around his shoulders. For a second he hesitated, then reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her slender form. Though he still seemed to be hesitating. He glanced up at Maari for a second. She nodded and a moment later they drew apart.

"It's so good to see you Link. When Paya told me you were coming I thought you would teleport straight here. But I didn't realise there were so many of you."

"I forgot about teleporting us here," Wild realised.

"You..." Wars began, unable to select a polite word for what he wanted to call his brother.

"But you're here now and Paya mentioned you wanted to look at my books?" Zelda seemed intrigued. "Which surprised me because I don't think I've ever seen you read. Not once."

"Can you read Wild?" Wars asked, a sly smile creeping across his face.

"Of course I can read. I just don't get the time." He retorted, then turned his attention back to Zelda.

Meanwhile Time had turned the rest of the gang out of their beds. They hurried to get dressed and make themselves presentable. Everyone except Sky who kept refusing to get out of bed.

"S'too early," he groaned.

Since they were to be meeting a princess Time reminded them all to be on their best behavior. Specifically instructing Legend not to ask what price he could get for Riju's royal jewelry.

They all assembled in the dining hall where Wild started a fire and unpacked some supplies for breakfast. Riju and Zelda greeted each of the boys in turn, learning their nicknames and enjoying the same surprise that Maari had experienced as they realised how similar they all were.

Wild cooked rashers of bacon and fried eggs for everyone. (no bacon for Maari, or Wind surprisingly) While everyone sat and ate Riju and Zelda attempted to get some answers out of Maari and the boys.

"And so we set off to close the dark portals and look for answers to why this happened to us in the first place," Time concluded their story.

Maari wondered just how many times he had told it now. It sounded quite rehursed and he hardly paused to think.

"None of us can go home and rest until this last mystery is solved. We need to figure out the origins of the portals and why they keep springing up randomly, spitting out monsters from all of our eras where they don't belong." Twilight continued.

"Sounds intriguing. Do you have anything to go on?" Zelda asked.

"Hyrule and I can close the portals with simple magic. Which suggests they were created with magic familiar to all or most of our eras. When they disappear they leave traces of runes burnt into the ground. I assume they're part of the spell which conjures them in the first place," Legend explained, taking a large bite of a bacon and egg sandwich.

"Did you make notes of what these runes looked like?" Zelda asked, her excitement was clearly visible. She grasped her hands together, he eyes wide and a childlike smile spread across her face.

"I took some pictures of them on the Purah Pad. They should be saved in it's memory," Wild informed her, pointing at the device attached to Zelda's hip.

Zelda picked up Link's Purah Pad and started flicking through the images. She was surprised to see quite a lot of photos of scenery. Not just from their Hyrule, but also of places she didn't recognise. At last she found some images of interesting runes scorched into rock and grass.

"You mean these?" She asked, turning the pad around for the others to see.

"Yeah that's it," Wild replied.

"I don't recognise the language. But if there's any record of it anywhere it will be in my library." She assured them.

Zelda was eager to get into her library and start looking for signs of the mysterious runes. But Riju reminded her that the boys couldn't leave the bunker. They settled on the idea of Maari helping Zelda with her search. Then during the evening they could bring whatever they found down to show the boys.

"If we find anything," Maari said quietly to herself.

She hadn't said anything to the others but she had her doubts about finding anything pointing to the mysterious dark portals. Of course she was hopeful, but she was also realistic. They had travelled across so many different eras of Hyrule. How likely was it really that they were going to find a clue in this time?

Still Maari accompanied Zelda and Riju to the library Zelda had assembled in the palace. She had taken over an unused wing of the palace and filled it with the ancient royal library, as well as tomes and scrolls she had collected from all over Hyrule. There were shelves and stacks of books filling the room. Hardly any floor was visible as crates filled the rest of the avaliable space.

"I haven't finished unpacking and organising everything yet. I'm mostly working on my own, but the research teams come and help when they can spare the time." Zelda said, as she picked her way across the room.

Maari stared around the space, daunted by the new mountain she was facing on her journey.

Riju had to excuse herself from the search due to previous engagements and regular duties. Leaving Zelda and Maari to search the library alone. Their approaches to the search were quite different. Zelda looked through each book and tome methodically, hardly skipping a page as she compared ancient texts to the runes in Wild's photos. Maari on the other hand would pick up a book, skim through it, then place it on either a pile of possibilities or duds. They worked this way through the whole day, without finding anything remotely similar to the runes the boys had seen.

"I hate to say it Zelda, but we're not finding anything." Maari sighed.

"We haven't found anything yet, you're right. But there's plenty more material to search though," Zelda replied, trying to remain positive.

"Well, it's getting late and the boys will want to know how we've done. We should go down and see them," Maari suggested.

"I guess you're right. But I don't like going down there with nothing to show for a day's work."

"I know it's not what we hoped for, but given how much you have here," Maari gestured around the room, "I'm not that surprised really."

Zelda let out a long sigh before dragging herself to her feet and making her way to the door. Maari followed and together they returned to the bunker.

After just one day stuck underground, the boys already seemed to have cabin fever. Wind, Legend and Hyrule had gone off exploring the tunnels under the city, Sky and Warriors were sparring in the main square, while the others were doing weapons and gear maintenence in their own corners.

There were mixed reactions to the lack of news from Zelda's research. But most of them realised that it had been unlikely she would have found anything on the first day. While Zelda had returned to the palace, Maari stayed behind to eat supper with the boys. She had grown used to sharing meals with them and enjoyed listening to their stories and banter while they ate. She was even starting to feel comfortable joining in.

"Yes, but have you ever had to eat one?" Wild demanded, pointing his spoon accusingly at Wars.

"Of course not!" He replied, clearly disgusted.

"Why in Hylia's name would you EAT a fairy?!" Time demanded.

"I was in seriously bad shape alright. Besides, no one ever told me they were intelligent. No fairy ever protested before!"

Maari laughed, clutching her rather full stomach. She laughed so hard she almost choked on her dinner. Four laughed at her struggle but managed to pass her a cup of water to ease her coughing.

"Easy Maari, this gang can't lose any members!" He smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

Maari looked around at the boys, they all seemed to agree with Four's statement. They grinned warmly and nodded their assention. Maari couldn't help but smile back. When she set out from Kakariko she never thought she would grow so close to the Links.

When time came for everyone to turn in for the night Maari hung around a little longer. Wind and Sky were the first to hit the sack. Twi, Wars, Time and Wild stayed up a little longer.

"I suppose we should all get to bed as well," Wild suggested, slapping his hands on his thighs ready to get to his feet.

"Well, as far as I can tell it's still a little early," Wars replied, turning and searching in his pouch for something. "And I think we deserve a little treat, don't you guys?" He asked, waving a small bottle in front of them.

"I don't think that's wise," Time replied, though he also didn't seem tired.

"What's wise isn't always what's good for you Old Man," Wars responded, reaching across the table for some clean cups. He started to pour a shot of liquid into each cup then attempted to hand them out. "Come on Twi, I know I can tempt you."

"Alright, but just one. I don't want a repeat of last time," Twi warned.

"Last time?" Maari asked, curious as she considered taking a drink herself.

"Oh no, that's not a story I want to share," Twilight insisted shaking his head as he attempted to put the cup back down.

Wars stopped him and added more to Twi's cup.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad. Drink up rancher."

"You're encourageable Captain," Twi sighed, raising his cup to his lips at last.

Wild also took a cup and after a little more convincing Time decided to partake as well.

"Maari?" Wars asked, a little uncertain.

" Why not? I've had a long, long day." She shrugged and took the cup from his hands. Their fingers brushed as the cup passed between them.

The five adults sat with each other for a while, sharing more serious stories, and a few funny ones to pass away the evening. Everyone except Twilight had a second drink. He insisted that even the thought of more booze made him feel nauseated. This made Maari more eager to know what had happened, but she liked Twi and didn't want to embarrass him by pushing his boundaries.

"Alright kids, now it really is time for bed," Time insisted, setting his cup down and standing up. He patted Wars on the shoulder as he walked past. "Thanks for he drink Cap. See you all in the morning."

Wild and Twi were next to hit they hay. Leaving Wars and Maari sitting in silence.

"Karu used to call me Mar when we were kids by the way," Maari said, staring into her mostly empty cup.

"Really?" Wars asked, glad that she had spoken first.

"Mm, I noticed you calling me it the other day."

"Sorry, it just sort of happened."

"No it's fine. I kinda like it."

"Oh, well good." Link's teasing, brovado had melted away. He seemed so much more at ease without the rest of the gang around him.

"Why are you so, different when the others are around?" She asked cautiously.

"How do you mean different?" Link asked, a little taken aback.

"Well, you seem more relaxed when it's just us."

"Hmm," Link considered for a moment

He knew exactly what Maari was talking about. He knew about the mask that he put on in front of the boys. He just assumed they all did the same thing. They had all had their breakdowns in front of the gang. They had all built each other back up again. It wasn't that he was afraid to show his emotions in front of them. That wasn't it at all.

"I guess I've always been the one who has to keep up morale and keep everyone on track. Time is our leader but he looks to me to help strategize and plan our missions. While they're all around I have to keep their faith in me that I can do my job. But I guess, when I'm with you, I don't need to do that so much."

"I'm glad you can relax around me. I kinda feel the same way too. But I'm finding it hard to relax here. Searching the archives with Zelda is hardly my idea of fun, and it's even more difficult knowing that somewhere out there the Yiga are planning something. Kidnapping innocent civilians and doing who knows what."

Link recognised the fire in Maari's eyes. He had worn a similar look when he had set out to hunt down, first Cia, then Ganon. He could tell her mind was set on doing something rash.

"You're not thinking of going looking for them are you?" He asked warily.

"I... I don't know. A big part of me wants to go out and find them and destroy their clan forever. But I know that's irresponsible."

"Not to mention dangerous. So maybe you shouldn't go alone."

"Wait what?" Maari asked, surprised by Link's suggestion. "You want to come with me?"

"Maybe. I think you're right, I think the Yiga need to go, but I can't allow you to risk your life on your own."

"Why?"

"Because something about this feels off to me, and I think you can feel the same thing. There's more to what the Yiga are up to than simply kidnapping people. Surely they wouldn't be doing it if they didn't have a reason."

"My thoughts exactly." Maari confirmed. Then she paused and was silent for a moment.

"What is it?" Link asked, reaching out a hand and gingerly laying it on top of hers.

"My father thinks my mother might be with the Yiga." She said quietly, eyeing his hand.

"You mean they're holding her Prisoner after all?"

"No," she shook her head, wondering weather or not to tell Wars what her father had divulged. "I mean she's with them. Working with them. But I... I just don't know for sure."

At last Link understood. This wasn't just about defeating the Yiga once and for all. It was about finding Maari's mother. His heart reached out to her, but all he could bring himself to do was lean towards her and pull her into a hug. For a moment Maari didn't react, other than freezing up a little. But eventually she relaxed into Link's embrace and wrapped her arms around his middle.

"I'm gonna find a way to help you, I promise," Link uttered close to Maari's ear.

"You don't have to promise me that Link," Maari uttered, her head nestled against his shoulder.

"I'm doing it any way. I'm going to help you." He replied resolutely. Time was going to kill him.

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