#Riverside Live House

[descendantofthesparrow]

how does one find and get a place for rent

[tenth-sentence]

Therefore Idril and Tuor departed from Nan-tathren, and went southwards down the river to the sea; and they dwelt there by the mouths of Sirion, and joined their people to the company of Elwing Dior's daughter, that had fled thither but a little while before.

"The Silmarillion" - J.R.R. Tolkien

[fyeahcindie]

Let’s check out BlackGoodie 黑古蒂  =D

They are a Pasiwali (Amis?) ‘R&B.Soul.Funk.Pop’ band fr. Taipei City, formed in 2021.  The lead singer is Vita 張芮菲, and I kinda think we have featured her solo before, I dunno?  Anyway, this clip is from last November, at a The Next Big Thing TW showcase at Legacy Taipei.

Vita 張芮菲-Voc, 瑞堂 Kuliu Huang-Drums, 高堯 Enoch-Bass, 麻龍-Gtr, 廖禮烽 ‘阿烽'-Keys.  

In the clip below, they have a guy doing harmony/chorus, but he’s not billed in the clip. This is a 3-song set at Riverside Live House 河岸留言 in 2022, and the first song is also Kass Kita (see above).  That’s the only really reggae song I’ve heard from them, and they really sound killer in that style.  But this whole video is a good listen, check it out. Vita is very captivating, and the whole band is excellent:

Links:  Instagram,  StreetVoice (SV has several demos),  YouTube... I don’t see an official ch., but there’s lots of live stuff if you YT search.

[illwilledomen]

At the Riverbank

Steve raised his axe high in the air, and with a swift, clean swing, one piece of wood became two. He chucked the two small pieces into his pile, which had grown to a considerable size as he had worked through the morning. Winter was coming soon. The Stonemason family’s eldest daughter had just had a little baby, and Steve wanted to make sure they stayed warm. 

The soft trickling of the nearby creek beckoned Steve over to take a break. He did just that, throwing his axe aside and plonking himself down into the soft riverside grass. He closed his eyes and listened to the water for a moment. 

It was time to practise.

My name is Steve. I live in the village of Creek-in-Meadow. I like the colour blue. I am something called a person. 

Steve opened his eyes again and frowned. Other villagers could say so much more in an introduction, but Steve knew very few things about himself. 

He tried again, gleaning his mind for any information that he was certain was true.

My name is Steve. I live in the village of Creek-in-Meadow. I like the colour blue, and my favourite flowers are poppies. I am something called a person, and I am a Man.

No, he wasn’t sure if he was a Man. He didn’t really know what those were, or how they were different from Women. 

My name is Steve. I live in the village of Creek-in-Meadow. I have a horse named Butterscotch. I like the colour blue, and my favourite flowers are poppies. I am something called a person–

A branch snapped, and Steve shook himself awake. He looked around for the source of the noise. 

For a split second, he saw a pale, freckled face watching him from behind a tree, before disappearing with a frightened gasp. 

The water trickled on, and Steve carefully averted his eyes from the tree.

The face peeked out again. Steve slowly looked back, and once again the blur of white and ginger ducked behind the tree trunk. He decided to fix his gaze on the riverbank below them.

Steve felt a little nervous, but not scared. He had seen them before. Not all too much of them, they were awfully timid, but he’d known they were there.

“Hello.” Steve tentatively called out. “It’s a nice morning.”

The face slowly peeked out. It was rounded and thin, framed with fiery red hair, with big green eyes and freckles. Their nostrils flared with nervous breaths as they clung to the tree. 

“Do you live here?” Steve asked. The face didn’t respond, they only stared, flinching a bit when he spoke. 

“Um… My name’s Steve. I live in– I live in a village, and my favourite horse– My fa– Um, I have a horse.” Steve cursed himself for messing up his carefully planned introduction. “Do… Do you know what a horse is?”

The face seemed to have relaxed a tad, and moved out further from behind the tree. Steve could now see their hair was long, tied into a braid. They also wore a stained green tunic. 

“...You can ride them. Horses.” Steve swallowed nervously. “I don’t live here. I live in a village. In case you forgot.”

The face and body was now a person, standing with only their hand on the tree. They watched Steve curiously, their fear ebbing away slowly but surely.

Steve slowly looked back up, and this time they didn’t flinch when their eyes met. 

“My papa is a cleric. He’s not really– He didn’t get married or nothing, but he found me. I’m not a cleric. My profession is doing things for people. I, um, I like to help. I can make… I can make things too.”

Steve rummaged around in his pockets, before procuring a little wooden statue of a villager. Steve held it out for the visitor to see. “You see it? I made it.”

The figure craned forward, before they crouched down for a better look. They looked back at Steve with a blank expression, though Steve sensed no displeasure. 

“I can make other things too. Like houses. I am real strong. I can make things without getting tired. I dunno why, I was born in a funny way. That’s why my nose is small, see.” Steve pressed a finger into his nose. The figure furrowed their brows in intrigue. They lifted a finger, and pressed it to their own.

“Hey!” Steve grinned. “You’re like me.”

The person’s lips twitched with the ghost of a smile, and they nodded ever so slightly. They glanced to the side, a hint of trepidation in their movement, before they sucked in a breath and pointed to their chest. Out came a toneless, croaky voice, wavering and whistling as if it had not been used for a very long time. “A–leks.”

Steve furrowed his brows. 

“A… Alex. Name is Alex.”

“Oh!” Steve paused, and nodded in understanding. “Hello, Alex.” 

Alex sniffed, nodding back, before pointing at Steve. “Stefe.” 

“Aye! That’s my name.” Steve beamed. “Are you a person?”

Alex nodded. “Yes.”

“So am I. I didn’t know there was anyone else like me.” 

“Me as well.”

“Where’d you come from?” Steve bit back his questions though his mind was on fire. He wasn’t alone! He wasn’t alone!

“Nowhere.”

“Nowhere? Me too. I was found.”

“By village?” Alex glanced to the side nervously.

“Yes. And they are very nice to me.”

“Hm.” Alex trailed off, hunching their shoulders. “Good.”

“Do you want to meet them?” Steve asked, sitting up at the idea. 

Alex shrank back a bit toward the tree. They glanced to the side reluctantly and shook their head. “No.”

“Oh.” Steve hung his head. “Are you sure?”

Alex nodded their head vigorously, their eyebrows knitted together in a fearful expression. “I can’t.”

“Can I still see you, Alex? Outside of the village?”

Alex thought for a moment, before nodding. “Yes. Here.”

Steve’s smile returned. “Okay. Here. I’ll meet you here tomorrow.”

Alex nodded, smiling a bit themselves. “Tomorrow.”

“Goodbye, Alex.”

“...Goodbye, Steve.”

The two departed, having arrived as halves and leaving as whole. They were not alone.

[satxnsupreme666]

Down by the riverside: Young!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

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Summary: Back in the 1600´s you live with your parents in the forest, near Agatha’s coven. You always go to the river down your house to feel a little bit of peace from all the yelling and the abuse of your parents, you think you´re alone until one day you see Agatha on the other side of the river looking at you and since that day, she keeps coming to look for you.

You fall for her and she falls for you, she worries when one day you don’t arrive at your special place, so she goes to look for you, ready to save you from your parents.

Would you run away with her?

I wrote this while listening to the song Riverside by Agnes Obel

Words: 5k+

Warnings: Family issues, abusive parents, angst but with a happy ending.

Author´s notes: This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.

Again, as this was one of the first stories I wrote for Agatha Harkness is a little bit short, I will be uploading the rest of the stories from time to time, I have to edit them and make sure they are legible enough and with not a lot of grammatical errors.

I hope you like it!

If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really ♥️

Taglist: @midnight-lestrange  @eliscannotdance

Down by the river by the boats

Where everybody goes to be alone

 One good thing about living far away from people was that you could spend a lot of time outside your house and no one would bother you, it was nice to be alone, sometimes you just needed time for yourself and sometimes it was nice to just cry alone with no one watching your tears falling from your face.

Being alone for you, was something you were used to, but sometimes you just wish you wouldn’t be so alone, or at least not at all.

At home you always had the feeling that someone was watching you, even when you were sitting on the floor of your room, hugging your legs to your chest and hiding your head in your arms, you felt judged inside your own home, and it was a horrible feeling, you just wanted to feel some type of peace.

The only way and time when you could go outside your house was when your mother and you father would argue and yell at each other, their screams would make them forget about you and during those times you would be free just for some hours, but, at the end of the day you would end up going back to the same place that held all of your worst fears and an unbearable pain.

In your free hours out of your prison, you would go to the beautiful river down your house, the sound of the streaming water hitting against the rocks it was a soothing sound that helped you to feel calm in the hardest moments, touching the wet grass and feeling the harsh surface of the rocks made you feel attached to earth, it made you feel as if you belong somewhere on earth, it had a calming effect, resting your feet under the clear water relaxed you, feeling the cold water running through your skin while you sat on a small flat rock against a tall tree, the same spot you always went to soothe yourself.

When you where there, feeling the cool breeze of air against your face made you felt alive again.

 Where you won’t see any rising sun

Down to the river we will run

 Living in a small cottage in the forest with just your mother and your father was something that people would think of as living peacefully, but oh how you wished you could live in peace, hearing their screams against each other and the sound of glass braking, no matter what is was, it could be a small glass that your mother had thrown to your father or the sound a window being broken by your angry father, it was always loud and you would never get used to the harsh sound coming from the living room.

Your house was hidden in the depths of the forest, surrounded by many tall trees and it was covered in a slight mist that appeared from time to time in the evenings and that would vanish right when the sun came again, but no matter if the sun rose, for you it was always dark and cold, the was no warm in there, and it was what you craved the most, to feel the heat of a hug, but that never came, you only received cold stares and harsh and painful words that cut like daggers on your skin.

The forest hid so many secrets that no one would ever know, wishing you could leave, but where would you go?

 When by the water we drink to the dregs

Look at the stones on the riverbed

 Holding your aching face, being careful not to touch the small cut lip on your lower lip, you came again to the riverside to try to calm yourself, wishing you could just vanish, you just wanted the pain to stop, your parents say they loved you, but was that true?

Today the water was calm, there was no movement in it, you could see the bottom of it full of grey rocks and you could see your own reflection and the ones of the trees in the water.

You were so immersed into your own thoughts until you noticed a different reflection in the water on the other side of the small river, you were surprised no one had ever come here, you were the only one who would come, so quickly you wiped away your tears with the back of your hand and you lifted your head to look at the person, you were about to run but you stopped.

In front of you there was a girl, she was looking at you with concern in her eyes and you didn’t understand why.

You were staring at her, she was beautiful, she was standing on the other side of the river, her long messy hair was so pretty to look at and in her hands she was holding a book, when you looked straight into her eyes she smiled at you and her action made you blush so you quickly looked down at the water again, trying to hide your blushing face from her curious yes.

You thought she would leave at any moment but she never left, instead she sat on the grass and with a last glance towards you she started to read her book.

 I can tell from your eyes

You’ve never been by the riverside

You were curious about her, you had lived in the cottage in the forest since you had memory and since you started to come to the riverside you had never seen her, you didn’t know where she lived or where she came from, the only thing you were sure about was that she knew where she was, she didn’t seem as if she was lost.

You glanced over her from time to time, you couldn’t help yourself, you were curious about her, you wanted to talk to her but at the same time you were afraid, so you just decided to stay quiet.

She noticed your glances and tried to act as if not but she thought you were cute at trying to hide that you were looking at her.

She lifted her head to look at you and this time you exchanged looks with her, you could feel your face becoming hotter, the girl in front of you just smiled and her eyes squinted with joy, you wanted to look away but you felt drawn by her piercing blue eyes, and this time you didn’t look away, she smiled at you again, this made you smile this time you waved your hand shyly at her, she closed her book and put it on her lap, you tilted you’re head a little to your side and she giggled.

The girl in front of you kept staring at you and it was as if she was analyzing you, you could see her eyes moving a little and you couldn’t tell where she was looking at, was she looking your hair? Or was she looking at the forming bruise on your cheek? You quickly tried to cover it by putting your hand over it, you saw her frowning a little.

“Are you alright?” She asked you and again you tried to hide your head in your hands

“I´m alright” It was almost like a whisper but still she heard your words, she tilted her head a little to have a better look of your face

“Who hurt you?” She had seen the cut in your lip too and you really didn’t know what to say, so you just stared at the water, watching some bright orange fishes passing by, the girl in front of you knew you were not going to talk about what had happened so she decided to stop asking you about it.

“I´m Agatha by the way” Her name was really pretty, you liked it, she was being really kind to you so you decided to tell her your name

“I´m y/n” You looked at her to see her expression and she was smiling at you

“You have a beautiful name” You wanted to say something else but you heard some screams from far away, you knew they belonged to your mother and you knew you had to go back to your house, quicky you gave her a half smile and you stood up from your spot to run towards the cabin.

You didn’t see her sad expression when you left in such a rush, she just hoped she would see you again.

 Down by the water the riverbed

Somebody calls you somebody says

 You couldn’t leave your house for some days because your mother kept asking you to do many things, you didn’t even have a good time of sleep, you barely slept and still you had to keep going, you didn’t want your mother to be angrier at you, so you just did what she told you to do.

You tried to do everything she asked you to do in a rush because the urge to go back to the riverside again to look for Agatha was huge, you wanted to look at her one more time, the feeling was too strong, she had captivated you and you just had seen her one time.

When you were finally free to leave your house, you went back to the river, it had been raining a lot and the grass was wet, you could even see the tiny raindrops falling from the leaves of the trees.

Arriving to the river you looked for Agatha, hoping that she would be near the other side, sitting on the grass with her book in her hands, walking a little further by the riverside you tried to have a better sight of your surroundings, some bushes covering the place and feeling disappointed you sat on the same place as always.

Maybe you were not going to see her again, maybe it had been pure luck that she found you that day and maybe you would never be going to see her again, if that was the case at least you were grateful that you felt something different from the usual pain in your heart.

“Y/n” You were surprised because you heard her voice again, you lifted your head in a hasty way and you couldn’t help but smile

 “I thought I would never see you again” After thinking what you had just blurted out, you bit your lip, oh god, why did you have to say that without thinking first?

When Agatha saw your blushing face, she giggled and she never took her eyes out of you.

“I thought the same, but I kept coming here hoping you would come back, and I’m happy I did it because now you’re here” Your heart melted at her words, you couldn’t understand how she made you feel this way and you were really surprised that she kept looking for you as well, it was nice to know that someone wanted to see you.

“Can I sit here to make you company?” Agatha asked with her finger pointing at the same spot she sat the first time you saw her, you nodded and she took her place.

You liked that she let you know she was there with you; she could be reading but sometimes she would lift her head to give you a smile.

"I thought nobody lived in this part of the forest”

She said after thirty minutes of silence, she stopped reading to look at you.

“I thought the same, I’ve been coming here for years and I never saw you”

“That’s because I never came near the river, I wandered around but never came closer” You were curious about why she decided to come closer?

“I saw you, and I was curious, so I came here but when I walked closer, I heard a faint agitated breathing that was when I saw you were crying” She said with a concerned look on her face, you didn’t know what to say so you just kept looking at her

“You have a beautiful smile y/n" You couldn’t hide your smile, she made you feel happy

“You have a beautiful smile too and your eyes are really pretty Agatha” This time you saw her blushing but she didn’t look away

“Do you live with your parents?” She asked from her spot and at the mention of your parents your smiled vanished, you really wish she hadn’t brought that topic up.

“Yes, I live with them” You said almost whispering while looking down again at the water

“What about you?” This time you spoke a little bit louder

“I live with my sisters and my mother” You couldn’t see the grimace on her face because quickly it changed into a grin

“Would you mind if I go there with you?” You quickly raised your head, did she wanted to cross the river to be near you? You shook your head and you saw how she stood up from her sitting place and she started to walk towards you, stepping on the rocks that peeked above the water.

Agatha was excited, she wanted to be a little bit closer to you, you had intrigued her and she realized you were shy but that didn’t matter to her, she would talk for the both of you.

When Agatha was closer in front of you, she stretched her hand for you to take it and you did it, after that she sat next to you and her hand didn’t leave yours, she even caressed the back of your hand with her thumb.

“Your hands are so soft” You bit your lip and you noticed how her eyes squinted a little when she smiled, now you had a better reason to keep coming here, now you were not going to be alone anymore.

Swim with the current and float away

Down by the river every day

The next day you came to the same place but only to find that she was already sitting next to your sitting spot, at first you felt a little shy, she was sitting so close to you that sometimes you were afraid she would hear your beating heart.

After some days of just enjoying each other’s company you built the courage to put your head on her shoulder while she was entertained reading her book.

Agatha bit her lower lip in excitement, you were now giving some steps and she felt happy that you had rested your head on her shoulder, so she closed her book and left it on the grass by her side, then she rested her head on top of yours while her hand took your left hand and she intertwined her fingers with your fingers.

For the first time in your life, you felt inner peace, you felt safe by her side, and you wish you could feel like this all the time.

Agatha holding your hand was just one of the many first things she started to do.

The days seemed brighter with her, you didn’t feel so cold all the time, you didn’t need words with her, it was like if she understood every single part of you, like if she knew how you felt, if sometimes you didn’t want to talk she would just hold your hand caressing it with her thumb while you rested your heard on her chest and she was happy that little by little you started to open up to her.

“Could you read out loud?” You asked her one day, sitting under a tall tree in a different spot a little farther from the river.

“Sure, I will read out loud, only if you tell me why” Of course you thought, and she grinned when you started to blush furiously.

“It´s just, I think- I really like your voice Agatha” Agatha´s heart melted and she came closer to you bringing her hand to the side of your face and she brushed off a strand of your hair.

“I really like your voice too, doll” And that was the first time she had called you like that, and you loved it, it made you feel good and Agatha loved calling you like that.

You were happy with her, and no matter what happened back in your “home” whenever you were with her by your side you would forget for some hours the horrors in your house, she made you feel alive.

Agatha knew there was something going on with you, since the first time she saw you crying in the riverside she knew there was something wrong, someone was hurting you, Agatha wanted to take all the pain away from you, she hated seeing you hurting, and what made her anger was that some days you would arrive with bruises on your wrists, she wanted to ask you what was going on, but whenever she asked you would always tell her you were alright, she didn’t believe you and she was worried sick but she didn’t want to pressure you.

Oh my god I see how everything is torn in the river deep

And I don’t know why I go the way

Down by the riverside

You knew your parents didn’t love each other anymore, and they were angry all the time, they would take their anger out on you when the other wasn’t at home, you couldn’t do anything more than just sat in silence and hear all the screams directed at you, why would this have to be this way?

That day when you escaped your prison without your mother knowing you had gone outside; you quickly went to look for Agatha down the river.

Agatha heard your footsteps and she turned herself to look at you with a glowing smile, but her smile immediately vanished off her face when she noticed you were crying, she quickly tossed her book to the side to stand up and she rushed to catch you in her arms.

“What´s wrong doll? What happened?” Agatha asked you, the worry was evident in her voice.

“My mother, she´s always yelling at me, she doesn’t love me, why?” Agatha felt some tears threatening to fall from the corner of her eyes, she hated to see you hurt, and the worst part was that she didn’t know how to answer your question, she didn’t know either, but what she knew for sure was that you deserved everything.

Agatha stroke your back with one of her hands and with her other hand she caressed the back of your neck while she said sweet things to your ear.

When you calmed bit, you removed yourself a little from her you didn’t take off your arms from her shoulders and you felt Agatha´s hand resting on your waist.

“I love you, and no matter what I will be here with you and I promise I will protect you” You felt the tears coming back again, but this time they were happy tears, you felt loved for the first time in your life, her words were sincere.

“She´s the one who hurt you?” Agatha asked you again and you looked down to the ground, you felt ashamed of it.

Agatha softly took your chin with one of her hands and she lifted your face so she could look at you.

“You do not need to feel ashamed or bad for this, this is not your fault love, they don´t deserve you, and you don´t deserve to be treated the way they treat you, let me show you how real love can feel” You were crying again and this time Agatha wiped your tears away with her fingers, she stroked your cheek in a way you had never being touched, she was gentle, she was sweet and you could feel every part of you being loved like nobody had done it before.

Without thinking twice, you leant into her and you pressed your lips against hers, she gladly kissed you, this would be the first kiss of many you would share in the future, she was sure of it.

Agatha pressed one of her hands on your waist, pulling you closer to her and you grabbed her softly by her collar shirt, she kissed you softly, in a loving way that it was amazing, you could feel the sadness being washed away, the pain had been replaced, now you felt hopeful, hopeful that she would never leave you and that she would always love you just as much as you loved her.

Breaking the kiss, you smiled back at her and Agatha saw a light in your eyes she hadn’t seen before.

“I love you too Agatha” You trusted her, you felt safe in her arms, you were grateful for meeting her, now you couldn’t see yourself without her.

That day you laid on the soft grass with her, she never dropped your hand, she taught you the name of the plants and the trees that lived in the surroundings, she told you the name of the little insects that you two looked in awe, her hand coming to your hair to stroke it and in response you left soft pecks on her lips, she felt happy, her heart was full of love for you, she just wanted to make sure you were fine, and she would do whatever she could to protect you.

She didn’t want to leave your side,

 When that old river runs past your eyes

To wash off the dirt on the riverside

Agatha became worried when one day you didn’t arrive to your special place, at first, she thought you had just been a little late but when minutes turned to hours, she became worried sick, it was not normal for you to be this late, she felt something was wrong, she could tell something had happened to you, she could sense it and she feared the worst.

She needed to find you as fast as possible and she knew how to do it.

Closing her eyes she focused on you, on your face on your essence and when she finally saw fragments of the way you always went to go back to your house, her heart broke when she saw you lying on your bed, your father had hit you, and you were so weak that you couldn’t stand up.

Agatha felt furious, how could your father do this to you? Your house was not so far away so she would be arriving quickly.

She started to walk through the thick forest, the fog had started to come down and she thought that it was thicker that some other days, she could barely see a thing, but she wouldn’t give up.

After some minutes she visualized a small cottage not so far away and she sensed you, she could sense you and she was happy she could feel you this way, it was a rare connection that almost no one could reach with their loved ones, and she knew it.

 I walk to the borders on my own

Fall in the water just like a stone

You were scared your father hadn’t beat you up as bad as he had done it, you just had wanted to go by the river to be with Agatha but he didn’t let you, he had come home drunk and even you tried to run away from his tight grasp on your arm you couldn’t.

Your mother had told him you were constantly going out and that you stayed outside home for hours, he demanded to know where you had been going and you just told him that you went down to the riverside, but he didn’t believe you.

Now you were lying on your bed with a black eye and a big cut on your lip, you were sure you had many bruises in different parts of your body but you were too tired to look at yourself.

You just wanted to be held by Agatha while she reassured you that everything would be alight.

 Chilled to the marrow in them bones

Why do I go here alone?

 Agatha used her magic to open the door, slamming it against the wooden walls.

The loud sound startled you and woke your father up, in the process he took his gun, ready to attack whoever had entered into his house.

“What are you doing here witch?” Your eyes widened, what was he talking about?

“You do not scare me with your pathetic gun, you are nothing” That voice belonged to your girlfriend Agatha and now you were scared for her, what was she doing here? You were afraid your father could hurt her so you tried to stand up from your bed and even though every part of you hurt you didn’t care; Agatha was everything on your mind right now.

“I won´t ask again, what are you doing here?” You were already behind him and you flinched at his scream, but Agatha didn’t seem to be scare, she was standing in front of him with a challenging look on her face, she looked angry, you had never seen her act this way, since the first day you met her and through all the months you had been with her, you had never saw her so angry, her eyes were glowing purple there was no trace of the baby blue color her eyes always had.

“You hurt y/n and I won´t let you do it again” You felt happy she had come for you, to save you and you couldn’t be happier, Agatha was here for you and that was what it mattered.

Your father laughed and he pointed his gun to Agatha, he was about to pull the trigger and you feared the worst, you screamed when he pulled the trigger, the bullet was going to hit Agatha.

Before you could tell what had happened, you father was lift up in the air, purple magic all over him and he was throw to the wall, he hit it with a thud and his body fell limp onto the ground.

You were shocked what had just happened? Did Agatha do it?

“y/n”? You turned your head to look at Agatha, you could tell she was scared, but you didn’t know of what, she slowly walked towards you as if she was scared of your reaction, but she was scared that you could reject her, she had just used her powers in front of you and she thought the worst, she thought that what you had seen would made you run away from her.

You threw yourself into her arms, sobbing, but you were happy she had come for you.

“I´m sorry I was not here to protect you from him, I´m so sorry my love” She was crying, she couldn’t stop the tears coming from her eyes.

“You do not have to be sorry, It´s ok, now you´re here, and you saved me, you really did it, don´t blame you please, what happed was not your fault” You said to her while caressing her cheek with one of your hands.

Now that she looked at you better, she felt so bad, he had hurt you a lot, he had hurt your beautiful face and she knew you were in pain.

“Let me help you, I can help you to ease the pain” You smiled at her and you nodded, Agatha pressed her forehead against yours and her fingers pressed slightly the side of your temple.

You saw how her eyes started to change from blur to purple and you were amazed, she was a witch but you didn’t feel afraid you felt safe with her.

You felt slight tickles and you couldn’t help but giggle a little, this made Agatha smile to, her magic was helping you to ease the pain and to heal a little your bruises and cuts.

When she stopped you didn’t feel the same pain, now it was bearable and you hugged her.

“Thank you so much” You whispered in her ear and you felt how she pulled you closer to her, feeling your form against hers, she loved you much and she would never let anything happened to you again.

“I won´t let anyone touch you again, no one will ever hurt you again, not if I´m here with you” She said to you with such a strong passion and you knew she was telling the truth

“Run away with me, we can leave this place, no one would ever hurt you again, I will make sure of that, we can start again somewhere else, would you like that?” You were excited so you kissed her, she captured your lips and before she could keep kissing you, you pushed her slightly so you would be able to look at her properly.

“I would love to run away with you, I want to be with you for the rest of my life, you make me feel safe, and I know that if am with you, nothing bad would ever happen to me, you´re the best that could happen to me, I love you”  Agatha started to cry with a smile on her face, she was biting her lip, she couldn’t be happier, she had found you and she felt you were her home just as you felt the same about her, this would be a new start for the both of you, far away from this forest that held so many secrets, this time you were going to be free, no more pain, no more sadness, just pure joy and happiness.

“Let´s go, we can leave now, no one would ever bother us, we will be happy y/n” You nodded and with a last kiss she intertwined  your fingers with hers, both of you started to walk outside what now would be your former home, you were walking away from a bad chapter in order to enter to a better one, a new beautiful chapter in your life.

You walked side by side with Agatha, never dropping your hand, you arrived at the same river you had met, this would be the only thing you would miss from here, the beautiful river where you and Agatha had met, you looked at Agatha and she drag your hand to her lips to kiss the back of your hand, she smiled at you and this time, you crossed the river together, she helped to cross it never letting your hand  go, she held you strongly so that you wouldn’t fall, and when you had crossed the river you hugged her again and she dropped a kiss on your forehead, the two of you gave one last look to the river in which you had met, with one last look at the place you were grateful for bringing Agatha into your life, you took a deep breath and started to walk away with Agatha towards your new life.

[ladychaos]

Hi! This is the last build for Courtyard Lane in Willow Creek and it’s home to the lovely Bear family. I had loads of fun creating the households and stories for this neighborhood, remaking the Pancakes, giving Bob a real restaurant and also, you know, a little bit of depth personality-wise. I can’t wait for you guys to discover the new save file!

Take care and stay safe. 💜

RIVERSIDE ROOST [CC-FREE]

Residential

30x20

Willow Creek

With its characteristic bright facade, made of natural wood lap siding and local stones, this house is a perfect example of willowcreekian architecture. Two years ago, the Bears decided to leave the city. With five kids to take care of and a new one on the way, Vivienne and Charlie knew it was time to settle in a calmer place with good schools nearby for the children. A pool, a little garden, a large living space and a beautiful neighborhood: what more could they ask for?

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

This would be a hard NO for me. Every damned time you have to go out, you need to get in the boat and go across?

So, this is also your land, separated by just enough water to make it crazy. Secure the boat and climb the ladder. That's your shed and driveway. Could this be any more inconvenient? Say you need a new fridge. Do the delivery men put it in the boat and the rest is your problem?

Then you sail across the way back to your dock, that's falling apart. Can, you imagine if you just have to pop out for something, or go for a pizza?

Your cute home. Can you imagine doing this everyday to go to work, get the kids to school? Skate across when it freezes. This is a 1987 build in Amityville, NY, famous for the Amityville Horror. Has 3bds, 2ba, asking $535K. Well, let's go inside.

The owners have already moved out. Wonder how that went. They left the fridge, of course, and must've given up when it came to these chairs and rug. So the living room is nice. Funny, this is the only glimpse of the kitchen and the fridge is in the living room. I suspect foul play.

Has doors to the deck.

Up on the 2nd level there's an open room like a loft. Has a nice skylight. Is that a dehumidifier they left?

This bedroom has original flooring.

This one also has an original floor and a view of the deck. House is plain, I wish it had more charm.

Bath #1. What is the photographer standing on?

Bath #2 is a shower room. Where does the waste go, into the river?

If there's one thing this house has, it's decks. The one out front is like a huge covered porch.

In the back, this one has a picnic table.

There's room on the island for a nice yard.

This looks like a corner table for one. Like a writing desk or a place to set up an easel.

Now, here we are across the river where you keep your vehicles which must include a boat and a car. It's so close, though, I would get a jet ski just to get across.

Remember, this land comes with it, so the owner has a ladder, shed, and driveway. I guess you can't built a bridge, b/c the neighbors must have boats that need to get thru. How inconvenient. But, if you have the money, it would be a great summer home.

https://www.coldwellbankerhomes.com/ny/amityville/63-riverside-ave/pid_58789263/

[bogleech]

It actually is miserably easy to cause at least the local extinction of an insect; the majority of insect species are so specialized that there may be only one rock in a whole forest that they're still reproducing under, because of some precise combination of moisture level, temperature, elevation and immediate food sources, so if someone moves that rock, that species is now gone from that particular forest. There's a tiger beetle that was last recorded only from one sandbar right down the road from my house! It's actually named after our Columbia river here in Oregon, but after the construction of one dam decades ago, they're now only found in Idaho. Why only that one sandbar? When you're only a centimeter long, that's basically a small continent, the river may as well be an ocean, and the soil on the surrounding shores is different in density, so they probably didn't find it suitable to lay their eggs in even if they did manage to cross their "sea." That kind of thing is wildly common; there's also insects that will only lay eggs in one given type of soil only recently after a landslide has exposed it, there's insects that only live in the sawdust left by animals like woodpeckers and only as long as it stays completely dry, and there's beetles that only breed on a single kind of tree exclusively when it's just beginning to recover from a forest fire. This level of specificity isn't rare or extreme but average enough that just one person's backyard can be one species' very last holdout for a thousand miles. Not even the entire yard; maybe only one leaf pile or one neglected pot of dirt. Don't feel paranoid about this or anything, there's no way you can account for every one of these possibilities just living your day to day life, and odds are low that you'll come across the very last of a species left in our whole world, but the last in your neighborhood, or district, or sometimes even country is entirely possible. The very least people can do is cut down on lawn chemicals or bug zappers and generally leave living things (including native "weeds") alone if there's no way in which they're harming or hindering you. Not long ago I posted about finding antlions near us. In the history of inaturalist.com not a single other person found antlions in this or any surrounding county, and I only found them in one single patch of especially fine sand under some tree roots. A week later the whole area flooded, and I don't know if any of them managed to survive deeper underground or anything, because when we last went that sand was also covered in paw prints from someone bringing their dog. That's all it might have taken to erase that little habitat!

We still have one from when we found them, and it's a common species in other parts of America, but it's not impossible that we're now caring for the last antlion anywhere within a day's drive from us. I hope I'll be proven wrong some day, but I've lived here seven years now without ever seeing them before, anywhere in all our sandy riversides!

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you are jungkook’s religion and he wants to be your passenger princess.

> fluff / wc: 3k

> warnings: there’s like a three second earthworm cameo lol, jk is living his best life in this bicycle date <3

note: i loved writing this + it reminded me of this drabble i suggest reading it too :( pls tell jk to stop being so cute my heart can’t handle it :( oh and imagine the current jungkook with his long hair and pretty bangs btw <3 reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated :]

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“hmm?” you hum in question when jungkook’s tattooed hand pushes up your elbow. the book you’ve been reading uncovers his head lying on your lap, acting as a paperweight for the pastel yellow summer dress adorning your figure.

“humor me, okay?”

in the midst of his pensive facade, his lips are curved into a lazy smile, almost undetectable if only you aren’t so close that you can vividly see the scar on his cheek and the texture of his honey skin. his face is a little puffy and his eyes are hazy, adorably so, courtesy of the nap he woke up from ten minutes ago.

there are scattered speckles of sunlight painted all over the two of you, in the shape of the gaps between the leaves of the tall tree supporting your back. the wind gently blows through his hair and the edges of the blue gingham picnic blanket spread out beneath you, as if the earth is sighing dreamily at the han riverside scenery.

“would you still love me if i became a worm?”

“what?”

you cover the lower half of your face with the book when a snort bluntly escapes you, and uncontrollable giggles racking your body follow soon after. they prompt the thin strap of your dress to fall off the curve of your right shoulder, and your boyfriend swiftly swoops in, slipping his index finger through it to put it back into position.

“would you still love me if i became a worm?!” he repeats the question louder in faux irritation, but he can’t conceal a toothy grin because your laughter is contagious, a melody that brings him unfathomable joy. an echo that will remind him he was once here, with you, a moment in time locked away in the palace of his most precious memories.

he grasps your wrists to his chest to confront you, and you completely lose your weakened grip on the book. unshed tears gather at the corners of your eyes as your laughter refuses to cease.

“listen- you’re cute, but i need to take the internet away from you.”

his doe eyes grow rounder, whiny voice with a lisp tugging at your heartstrings because you never not find every little thing about him painfully endearing. “baby, stop avoiding the topic. i demand honest answers!”

“of course i would! love doesn’t go away that easily!” you yield to his stubborn need to pry the answers from you. “but it depends on my mood that day, and maybe how you even became a worm in the first place? uh, i’d build you a garden and a little house. oh! and even crochet some cute little outfits for you according to the seasons, keep you warm and safe so you don’t have to hide in the soil . . .”

it’s true that you’ve been dipping your toes into crocheting nowadays, one of your works in progress being a sweater for bam in early preparation for this year’s winter. however, the stars in his eyes ignited by your sweet rambling transform into a dull glimmer of disappointment when he hears the horrifying continuation of your sentence.

“or if it’s a beauty and the beast situation and you got cursed for being bad, then i’d put you in a bucket and go fishing.”

he abruptly sits up, sending your book tumbling down on his lap and . . . you lose your page number just like that.

“fishing? fishing?! isn’t that too harsh? what happened to for better or for worse?” dumbfounded, he frantically shakes his head. “what are you going to say when bam goes looking for his daddy?!”

you tilt your head to the side, highly amused at the man who turned out to only want a sweet response from you despite spitting out the question in a joking manner.

you look at him with wide, innocent eyes. “that you went fishing?”

he pouts somberly, staring into the far distance, where the blue sky stretches endlessly. “bro, you’d expect to know somebody because you live with them and you raise a dog together.”

he heaves a dramatic sigh as he raises both arms to push his hair back, long fingers smoothly gliding across the dark locks. the sleeves of his oversized black t-shirt bunch around his shoulders to reveal more of the tattoos covering the entirety of his right arm, but then his bangs fall back into place like dominoes, and he does it all over again.

“oh, my baby. come on.” you inch closer to hug his waist, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaning your chin on his shoulder. “you’re really just going to ignore the garden and crochet part?”

he overtly ignores your words with a scoff, but he puts a hand over your interlocked ones so he won’t slip out of your embrace as he reaches out for a stick among the lush green grass. your loud gasp beside his ear makes him snicker as he scoops up the earthworm that has crawled dangerously close to his white and washed denim nike air jordans. aside from the cover of ‘the seven husbands of evelyn hugo’ hovering above his face, he was also greeted by this unwordly creature when he woke up from his nap. still sluggish as his body and brain gradually recovered to their full functions, he quietly watched it crawl around the spacious picnic blanket, half out of his mind. well, that was until he got bored.

“go- you need to go. get away from here and travel far where you won’t be found. you’re not safe in this place!” he cries out with his roleplay mode turned on, garnering a weird look from a passerby.

“that’s not far away. at all.” you remark teasingly as he gently sets it down behind the tree, less than two feet away.

“i only showed it a new direction. it can manage on its own. the lessons in life are sprinkled along the treacherous journey.” he scrunches his nose as he chuckles, placing back the stick exactly where he found it. “okay, i’m awake! let’s go ride a bike now!”

“i’m already on chapter 40, though.” you sadly mumble to yourself, having enjoyed the inner peace that enveloped you a while ago, when you finally overcame your month-long reading slump with the meditative aid of nature’s generous spring.

your arms automatically drop down to your sides when he energetically springs up in excitement. he picks up the handwoven picnic basket, opening one of the lids and pushing aside the emptied lunch boxes to safely tuck your book inside.

“baaabe, move.”

“huh?” he makes a noise of confusion when he feels the fabric get tugged underneath his feet. “oh- right, wait.”

he walks backwards at your command, allowing you to remove the rest of the picnic blanket off the grass. he patiently waits as you fold it into half, and half, and half, until it becomes small enough to fit in the basket he’s holding open.

he’s been unable to keep his eyes off you since this morning— glancing, looking, admiring your facial features and the way your eyebrows furrow in the slightest when you’re focused on a task (he doesn’t think you know this at all); down to your neck, and your chest exposed by the low square neckline of your dress. you were pouting in the car because you forgot to wear a necklace, exclaiming ‘i knew i forgot something!’ but he thinks your bare skin under the sunlight is priceless compared to gold. he loves your legs in shorts, dresses, skirts; hell, his boxers— loves how you carry yourself with grace and finesse wherever you go. past the walls he built around his heart, didn’t have to make them crumble because you are the key.

his lips have touched every inch of your body a couple million times that it has become more of a religion, putting mere familiarity into shame.

he puts down the basket on the grass after you slip the blanket inside, whispering a tender “baby, come here,” as he guides you towards the tree, pinning your back on it.

“why?” you gape at him in curiosity, hands grasping at his hips because you subconsciously trust jungkook to keep you steady more than a tree deeply rooted in the earth.

“the straps won’t stop falling off. i’ll fix it.” now that he’s speaking in a hushed tone, you can hear the roughness around the edges of his voice caused by sleep.

he deliberately towers over you to shield you from strangers’ eyes, pulling at the strings wrapped around your right shoulder to undo the ribbon sitting on top of it. he maintains a secure grip, wary of the neckline of your dress sliding further down as he makes a knot, and then another to finish off the ribbon.

you gaze at him lovingly, an affectionate smile lighting up your face. sometimes you forget how attentive your boyfriend is. you confess that you meant to tie the straps a little loosely, but you didn’t intend for them to fall off so often.

“thank you.”

he responds to your lively chirp with a kiss on the lips, your mixed berries flavored lip balm staining his. his tongue instantaneously darts out to give it a taste, the mole under his bottom lip making an appearance as he separates the straps of your tote bag from the second pair of strings.

the wind blows once more, three times stronger than the last, and jungkook tightly twists the strings around his two longest fingers as he waits for it to pass. you squeeze your eyes shut, forehead colliding with his chest to hide from the dust that could potentially blind you.

the wind eases, and he clicks his tongue as he continues fixing your dress, repeating the same steps with thoughtful precision. the back of his hands graze your skin every now and then, soft and smooth from the skincare products he smears on them to apply to his face.

“ah, this is insane. good thing we already had lunch before it got this windy.”

“i kind of love it. the earth feels so alive.”

your breath hitches when he ducks down to press a chaste kiss on where your neck and shoulder meet. the warmth of his lips contrasts the coldness of the ring pierced at the corner of his mouth. the intimate sound chimes in your ear, the sensation sending tingles to your lower abdomen.

“mhmm, know you do. you always see the good in things.” in me, the words he wants to add hang unbalanced on the tip of his tongue.

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by the time you decide that you want to rent an electric scooter instead of a bicycle, jungkook is already paddling towards you while wheeling one by his side.

he enthusiastically shouts, “let me be the passenger princess today!”

and a wave of flashbacks from two years ago wash over you as he draws nearer— when he poured his blood, sweat, and tears into eight tortorous days of teaching you how to ride a bicycle because you forgot how to. you’d expect him to take that as a very telling sign not to ride one with you, but the man standing infront of you seems enraptured by the idea alone.

“sure, but give me a kiss first.” you bat your eyelashes coyly, and he doesn’t waste time in granting your request. he pulls your face closer by the back of your neck, lips crashing against yours for a kiss that robs the air from your lungs. and what a heavenly way to die.

“happy? or more?” he raises an eyebrow flirtatiously.

“greedy boy.” you scold him, lightly pushing his cheek to the opposite direction, and he dryly chuckles at your choice of words. fuck, you know him too well.

“you carry this, love.” you transfer the basket hanging on your forearm to his tattooed one, and your thumb briefly skims across the indents on your skin left by the pattern of the handles.

“i thought you wanted to ride one yourself, though?”

“changed my mind when i saw there’s a backseat.” he sticks out his tongue playfully, laying hold of your tote bag and putting it in the basket between the handles infront.

you roll your eyes as you climb on the seat, putting one foot on the pedal and anchoring the other on the asphalt road. you release a heavy sigh. “made myself all pretty today not knowing i’ll end up sweaty and gross.”

“aish! my butt! it hurts!” his moans and grunts of pain are accompanied by cackles as he shifts on the metal seat behind you. once he deems himself comfortable enough, he wraps his arms around your waist for . . . hopefully, obvious safety reasons. “damn, okay. there we go. i’m ready. sweep me off my feet, baby.”

you swat his hand lightly. “be careful what you wish for.”

“you’re cute when you try to be mean.” he squeezes your sides as an alternative for your cheeks.

“aren’t you scared that i might drive us off into the river? not even a little bit?!”

instead of pressuring you into not making an uncalculated mistake, he simply says “so what? i can swim.”

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“shit, shit, shit! i feel like i’m falling! b-babe- are you doing this on purpose now?!” jungkook erupts into another fit of childlike giggles and high-pitched squeals as you glide across a curve and the bicycle tilts slightly to the side. your hips occassionally rises from the seat so you can push down at the pedals with more effort, spurring moments of him loosely clinging to you.

“maybe? you enjoy stuff like this!” you grin mischievously to yourself.

his long legs are starting to feel sore from having to keep them lifted off the ground, but this is infinitely better than putting them on either side of the bicycle and risking the possibility of getting his balls smushed. besides, he is enamored by the fact that he is face-to-face with the perfect view of the dancing trees, the babbling river, and the bustling city life on the opposite side.

he taps the circle button on his phone screen to end the panorama, swiping to the left to switch to a video. he allows the camera to capture the rest of the beautiful scenery before flipping it to the front.

“i’m having so much fun! i’m never sitting at the front of the bike again- never!” he yells at the reflection of himself, hair covering almost his entire face. the sight makes him laugh heartily. “ay, i look ridiculous with the wind slapping my face. fuck, what is this? my hair- it’s driving me crazy-”

he aggressively shakes his head to get them out of the way, regretting not tying up his hair before you took off.

“then what about me?! i’m fighting against it!” you yell back, squinted eyes persevering the ruthless gusts of wind. the only difference is that you can feel it sweeping through your hair, through your dress, as if you’re soaring and you’re free, not running away but heading somewhere.

“but you’re going to enjoy it when we go back and it’s behind you! trust me!”

this is the first time jungkook is the bicycle passenger since god knows when. he doesn’t remember it being this marvelous, thrilling in its most wholesome form. meanwhile, this is the first time you’re riding a bicycle with a passenger. perhaps you made the same mistake you kept on making two years ago: kicking your feet as if you’re in a race, thinking speed equals to balance. he had to remind you to calm down, slow down, stop looking down all over again. that was at the first minute. your anxieties have been long gone, quelled by your boyfriend’s sheer delight radiating for miles and miles. his happiness is a bubble expanding in size as the wind blows relentlessly.

his phone is returned to the confines of his deep pocket after he deems himself satisfied with the memories he recorded in the device. he properly hugs your waist again, resting his head on the expanse of your back, thin cotton against the apple of his cheek. his heavy eyelids flutter shut. he breathes in, chest rising and pushing against the tough handles of the basket hanging pretty on his forearm, and he breathes out. with his sense of sight idle, it almost feels like you’re flying him to outer space.

“jungkook, you better not fall asleep there. i’m serious.” you sternly remind him, panic meter going up when you notice more of his weight gradually limping against yours.

“yah! you- i love you; i won’t do that to you. don’t be scared.” he chuckles, heart swelling with fondness for the concern lacing your voice.

you melt at his charming reassurance. “i love you too.”

“nyam.”

“did you just bite me?” you whip your head to the back in suspicion when you feel a faint sting blossoming on your shoulder.

he innocently looks at the bite mark he left on your skin, and when he tilts up his chin to catch a glimpse of your face, your eyes have already refocused on the bicycle path. ”i did . . . you taste like what i imagine the sunshine would taste.”

“is that a good thing?”

“yeah, good. like honey.”

“thank my body wash for that.” you giggle, and jungkook yearns to see your face, but he shall marvel at the rows of pink and white flowers approaching ahead in the meantime.

“no, that’s not it.” a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he corrects you in a voice so soft it almost breaks. “it’s you. just you.”

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[dangermousie]

This scene - where she apologizes for never telling him she used to be a pirate (!) and he says he never told her he got fired from his job so they are even (!!!) broke my heart. They are middle class, middle aged and the rarified world of Blossom protagonists is as far as the moon for them, but this is yet another breathtaking portrayal of compatible marriage and intimate understanding and love and competence tied in.

I am gonna join @purplehanfu and beg tumblr not to sleep on Riverside Code at Qingming Festival which is a total masterpiece - The Longest Day on Chang'an the Middle Class edition.

Ostensibly about a crime committed in the Song Dynasty, this is really a character piece and the characters and the acting are impeccable.

The acting!!! Honestly, the acting!!!! There aren't any idols in this (the closest we get to young eye candy is probably Zhang Yao, who I adore in general (Love In Between is one of the most criminally underrated dramas in the last few years) but he's never really been considered one and here is is utterly deglammed) but this cast is some of the most consistently brilliant acting in even smallest roles I've seen in a while.

But also - the way this world feels lived in and real. And - this is a rarity - it's not about the glamorous and the powerful. ML is a scribe in a judicial office. His wife runs an umbrella making shop. Their biggest dream in life is to save enough money for a small house. Court and its politics are another world to them. Even the bigwigs of this narrative (Zhou Yi Wei, fucking amazing as always) are merely big fish in a small pond. He may command respect in the small marketplace, but he is not hobnobbing with the emperor.

And you get the feeling of small joys and tragedies, the powerlessness of the weak (in the beginning, the whole merchant area lives in fear of a low ranking government bully; a man who mains in eg Blossom would not even allow to wipe their shoes.) You feel realism of limitations within experience (ML will not turn out to be a miraculous fighter), of sudden death and violence lurking under the surface, the warmth of the family bonds, and the way love shows through such practical means.

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT!!!

[14dyh]

Sickness | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x female reader Summary: Hange takes care of Y/N during a terrible cold. Word count: 1.4k A/N: oh to be taken care of by hange… (btw hange x reader requests are highly encouraged, i love doing them)

The weather changes recently have been a challenge to Y/N's immune system, which may also partly be the reason for her often sickness. Y/N forgot what mornings without a stuffy nose felt like, or a clawing sore throat begging for relief from a distasteful cough syrup. Food barely tasted good, and every night, the dread of running out of tissues at her bedside creeps up on her. Sickness was incredibly mundane after what she had to go through during the war that both ended and began everything. The war demanded her to fight despite bleeding and injury. To think that a soldier trained to withstand any sickness was currently sick in bed was somehow ironic.

Y/N shifted groggily in the sheets, mind still clouded and her breathing quietly desperate for a better airway.

"Hello, love. Good morning," Hange would quietly say every morning accompanied by a tight hug around her chest, snuggling closer as their bodies dipped on the soft mattress.

Y/N would smile but quietly scold Hange for insisting on sleeping beside her despite her sickness.

"Pfft, I won't get sick," Hange would reason, even going as far as proving it with a few kisses. "See? Sickness itself is scared of me."

Hange's humorous attitude alleviated the discomfort within Y/N. The sickness often irritates her because of how much it restricts her actions around the house. After the war, the house she envisioned with Hange gradually became a reality and became where they settled. It has a wonderful view of a riverside and vast greenery. The neighbors are few and everyone has been kind, mostly because of Hange's charm and friendliness.

Hange insisted on tending to the house when Y/N got sick. They learned to clean up and organize the house in functions that would favor them both. It was a scene Y/N always envisioned as she gripped her sword to fight. This is the peace she fought for. A quiet, married life with her most beloved in a serene countryside.

"Hm, awake already? How'd you feel?" Hange approached the bed, carrying a tray of steaming food over the bed.

"Terrible, but not very much," Y/N muttered, sitting up before coughing on a fresh tissue. She would look at the food Hange prepared and smile, knowing that Hange had been exploring more cookbooks on their bookshelf. They have been fascinated by the outside world cuisine, always eager to try something new and pick the best ones for Y/N. Hange would usually sit by the bed as Y/N ate, flipping through the cookbooks and telling her the contents, what looked tasty, or what they would try next. Y/N could not help but give Hange a loving stare as they rambled on, appreciating how Hange used their curiosity as a love language.

Y/N cherished these days despite the sickness as it was nothing compared to their life before the war. She longed for this resolute peace, creating these halcyon memories to remember.

Y/N, consumed by her current happiness, is unaware that she is slowly deteriorating. Darkness slowly spreads underneath her once lively eyes. Her skin appears more sickly than ever, and a strange lack of reflection plagues the mirrorless house. The setting sun never fades into darkness, and the ticking clocks of life have paused.

The morning... or what she thought it was... was nothing like any before. She awoke shaking and panting violently, her fists clenched and unclenched the sheets as if trying to hold to reality and reality itself. She squeezed her eyes shut, pinching her nose as if to compress the horrors of the past. Was it another nightmare of the war? The same recurring dream of losing Hange? It was unbearable to watch like a memory violently forced into the forefront of her mind.

"It's just a dream..." She muttered to herself, holding onto the pillow.

No sooner, Hange entered the room carrying the breakfast they prepared for Y/N. A worried expression passed over their face as they saw the disheveled, panicked state of their sick wife on the bed. Hange sat beside Y/N, wrapping the blankets around her until they were intertwined in each other's arms.

"I dreamed about it again..." Y/N muttered, almost shakily. "I lost you... You died in that war..." Y/N sniffled, leaning closer to the warmth of her lover, letting her ears be filled with the sound of their heartbeat. Hange remained silent, slowly stroking her hair.

Then Hange broke the silence and whispered, "Why do you think so?"

"We can't pretend like this anymore," Hange whispered back in response, a morose sigh passing over their lips as they almost trembled holding her. Y/N felt her heart lodged in her throat, a deep pit in her stomach eating her away.

Y/N shrugged and shook her head lightly, her hand finding a way around Hange's. "I don't know, probably just my head messing with me," she muttered.

A long silence followed and it filled Y/N with discomfort as though there was something lurking beneath her terrible dreams.

"Hange, what do you mean...?" Y/N wanted to take it back, her words almost like a terrible mistake to trigger a ticking bomb.

Y/N was overcome with the gentle shudders from Hange as they sobbed on her shoulder. Their eyes watering with desperation and grief, they finally mustered the courage to face her, tracing a thumb over her cheeks. The lightness of her touch seemed insignificant against the deeper pallor of her face and the dark circles that enveloped her eyes, signs of her deep internal illness.

Y/N sniffled, partly because of the cold and partly because a dreadful truth began clawing on her insides, demanding to be let out. She could not meet the gaze of her spouse this time.

"I'm so sorry..." Hange whispered. "I wish things could be different."

Hange paused and brought their lips to her cold hands.

"That doesn't matter now, though." Hange's tears began to trickle down their lover's hand, a transitory warmth passing over. "You have to wake up now."

"What...?" It was weak, a persistent cry from her throat, wishing that her ears were fooling her this time.

"Wake up now, I'll always be here," Hange held her tight, their actions betraying their words. They don't want to let go. But holding on would only hurt her.

Y/N shook her head furiously, a string of no's spilling from her lips as she held on to Hange with her eyes closed.

"Please, sweetheart," Hange pleaded, their thumb wiping away the tears that fell on their lover's face. "You have to let me go."

"What are you saying...? Please don't leave me..." Y/N gripped Hange's arms, afraid to let them go again. Afraid that she would lose them again the way she did back then.

Was it all a dream? Y/N thought to herself. Then why does the sun feel so warm, why were Hange's heartbeats so real against her ear? Y/N broke into tears as the world began to shift back to reality once again. The warmth. Hange's heartbeats. They felt so strong yet so desperately hollow...

Unreal.

"I love you, I always will." Hange loosened the grip, letting Y/N return to the world they fought for.

-

Y/N woke up crying on the cold sheets of what their room should have been. A heavy storm pounded against the roofs and windows, the sound forming a euphonious symphony to be heard inside. Y/N let the obsidian sky cry with her, the emptiness of the house consuming her bit by bit. The same place Hange promised to build a life with her became nothing but a hungry space, waiting to consume her as well.

Y/N shook her head, refusing for things to end this way. She cried and cried, she showed this place that she wouldn't be consumed... she was meant to live. That's what Hange would have wanted.

Y/N fell asleep crying, peaceful at once as she drifted back to unconsciousness.

That morning, Y/N felt the balmy rays of the sun spilling warmth through her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, still puffy and weak from crying. She cried with the sky so much that night. So hard that her nose cleared up, regaining her airways once again.

She could breathe again, no longer suffocating, no longer a prey to be consumed by her grief... The empty grave of her lover felt so close yet so illusory in the backyard of the house they once dreamt of together.

"Thank you, Hange..." she mumbled as her eyes fluttered close once again. A tell-tale embrace enveloped her in warmth as she drifted back to a peaceful slumber.

[satorkive]

TAKE IT SLOW ୨୧ EREN

you were twelve, eren was ten.

the first time you two met was not really a typical childhood friends getting to know each other. more like you didn’t like him and he was adamant to bother you.

you were prim, matured, and quiet. he was reckless, impulsive, and hot-tempered.

yin and yang. sun and moon. black and white. monochrome and colorful. girl and boy.

you slapped his hands away from you as he tugged your hair. “eren, stop! you’re hurting me!”

he immediately let go and looked away. his face showed a bit of shame and remorse. he didn’t know why, but he wanted your attention to him and only him. not to armin. not to mikasa.

you shook your head in defeat. “you’re still a boy so there’s no use in scolding you.”

his face turned into a scarlet color and started whining like a little boy.

“shut up! i’m not a boy anymore! i’m thirteen! thir!teen!”

you did not believe him at all and it showed. “sure, eren, sure.”

you were fourteen, eren was twelve.

you enlisted the military first before him. he expressed a great excitement for your upcoming journey when you first said that you’re going to join the military. it’s either military, live in the farms, or marry someone.

you obviously knew what option you were going to make.

both of you were chilling by the riverside when you dropped the news. armin and mikasa didn’t come with you as they helped aunt carla in the house.

he immediately hogged your personal space and you almost jumped to the river. your heart was about to get out of your chest with his actions!

“really? are you going to join survey corps?!”

you looked away from him and stared at the river gently flowing in front of you. you haven’t still made a decision as to where you will join. you crossed the military police to your list as you’ve seen how corrupt the cops were.

you just gave him a shrug. “i don’t know, eren. i still haven’t thought about it.”

“join the survey corps so we’ll be the same military regiment!”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re planning to joining now? fifteen is the requirement.”

“no, just saying!” he suddenly turned bashful and couldn’t look at you in the eye. “so we can see the world together…”

you paused and gazed at his twinkling eyes. throughout the years you have known him, his eyes were his biggest assets. his viridian eyes were brighter than doctor jaeger’s and full of fiery determination to join the survey corps. he was also starting to act like an… adult. you heard him said the word ‘slaughter’ to armin one time.

“… with mikasa and armin, right?”

he suddenly frowned and an unknown emotion flashed through his eyes. he deflated and blankly watched the river.

you saw eren as a younger brother who annoyed the hell out of everyone. so you were not sure how to approach this kind of behavior. it took you half a year before you opened your heart to him and placed a role into it.

both of you basked in the warm presence of the breeze with uncomfortable silence hovering above you.

you were seventeen, he was fifteen.

your family was dead. there were no letters given to you by the time you were graduating. no energetic responses from your father, no comfort food from your mother, and no random trinkets from your little brother.

you couldn’t sleep. you couldn’t eat.

it felt like life was sucked out of your very being.

if it was not for captain levi scolding you for wasting your life by rotting away and not being productive, you would continue doing that.

“we’re going to have new recruit,” captain levi informed his squad.

“oh, i’m excited!” petra exclaimed. as always, olou chimed in.

“they better not be a show-off! well, i am the secon—“ he bit his tongue and blood poured out. petra scolded him and they bickered as usual.

you were staring at the horizon with the sun glaring at all of you. the squad was having a tea afternoon, courtesy of captain levi.

you wondered if eren, armin, and mikasa survived. you considered them your family and you would probably slaughter all the titans for revenge. you did not think about them until a a yesr later since you were busy mourning and training.

“are you okay, kid?”

you looked over at captain levi who asked that. he was holding the cup in the weird way and you never got how he expertly handled it.

you blinked and felt the tiredness in your bones. “hmm.”

he was looking at you over the rim before he put the cup down. he stood up and called his squad over.

“get some rest. you’re going to meet the recruit tomorrow.”

you were seventeen, he was fifteen when you guys met each other again.

“this is eren jaeger. he will be under my wing and i expect you all to protect him with your lives. understood?”

you were gaping at him as if you just saw a ghost. well, you literally did. you didn’t know what to do right now. you assumed he’s dead so you’ve taken your heavy heart towards the path of healing. but here you were, ripping your heart out of your lungs and blood dripping out of his hands.

when his bright viridian eyes clashed with your own, you knew you were doomed.

you took your time analyzing him. the alive and breathing eren. your childhood friend eren.

when… when did he become an adult? his height towered you and you needed to look up to meet his gaze. his eyes became more intense. there was this fire that was slowly burning him from within which reflected in his eyes. and when he stood before you with arms bulging and eager to hug your warmth, you couldn’t resist.

you snakes your arms around his neck and placed your head on his shoulders. you felt him wrapping his arms around your waist and tightening his hold closer to his being.

“[name]… you’re alive…” he whispered between the two of you.

you heaved a sigh. “yeah… i am.”

you unclasped your hold to him and gazed at him with an unreadable expression.

“you grew up so fast. i still remembered you were a young boy bothering me to play with him.”

he cocked his head to the side. “yeah? well, i’m not a boy anymore, [name], i’m a man. an adult. you should treat me as one.”

you didn’t know why your heart was pumping loudly against your chest. his intense gaze was making you nervouse and his hold on you felt like you could never escape.

you crossed your arms. “well, you’re two years younger than me!”

“not a big difference! i am not a boy!”

“sure! whatever keeps you sleep at night!”

“oh, i slept very fine all right.”

both of you were busy bantering and you didn’t even notice the captain levi squad gawking at you two. captain levi couldn’t wait to interrogate you whether you are in cahoots with eren or a titan also.

[poppitron360]

Lost Trio Week- Day 1: “Wilderness”

@lost-trio-week

GLEESON HEDGE, STATUS REPORT 09/07:

As reluctant as I am to be posted at this backwater dumping ground of a school, I am pleased to inform you that I have been keeping a close eye on the new students here.

No clear suspected Half-Bloods yet, but I’m still getting adjusted to the smell of this place. I’ll sniff ‘em out sooner or later, don’t you worry.

GLEESON HEDGE, STATUS REPORT 09/21:

A particular girl has caught my eye as a potential demigod. Name’s Piper Mclean, daughter of famous movie star Tristan Mclean. Daddy paid a lot of money to shove her here. Known kleptomaniac, has a scary-good way with words. Last week, she suggested a specific place to shove my baseball bat, and she sounded so persuasive I was almost convinced to do it… I didn’t, though. But I almost did. Powerful stuff.

No mother that we know of, which is a good sign. Probably dyslexic, too, if her worksheets are anything to go by. I’ve put her through the wringer in gym class, and she’s lasted well. Indications of enhanced speed and strength.

I’ll keep an eye out for any others, and will report back soon.

GLEESON HEDGE, STATUS REPORT 09/30:

I’ve been watching closely to see who Mclean keeps company with. Demigods tend to gravitate towards each other.

She’s made friends with this delinquent boy, Leo Valdez. Mother died when he was small, has spent the last seven years between foster homes, correctional schools, and the missing persons’ registry. No father on record. Diagnosed ADHD. Definite Half-Blood smell.

He’s a smart one- got a good knack with gadgets. He reprogrammed my megaphone last week. He’s also a troublemaker. Him and McLean are always up to mischief, doing my goatly head in. I fear Cabin 11 should get a bunk ready.

In other news, I’ve started to sniff the scent of a monster, perhaps masquerading as one of the students. But it could just be the axe body spray some of the kids wear. When can you get me outta here?

— — — — — — — — —

GLEESON HEDGE, MISSION LOG 12/19:

Today, I woke up in a canary cage.

Jason, Leo, and Piper have apparently been on this valiant mission to rescue me from the clutches of the storm spirits. With their top priority out of the way, the four of us are now on a quest to rescue Hera.

After me and Jason bravely fought off King Midas (back from the dead, by the way), narrowly escaping danger within an inch of our lives, we made it safely to the riverside, where we are now attempting to douse Mclean and Valdez who have been unfortunately gold-ified. More to report soon.

— — — — — — — — —

GLEESON HEDGE, MISSION LOG 07/18:

One month into our voyage on the Argo II. Iris messages are becoming few and far between as we get further and further away from home.

I spent my day helping Valdez with one of his damned “projects”. He’s been all over this ever since he found those Archimedes stuff under Rome. I don’t understand it.

Kid’s been anxious. I can tell. I can’t blame him, considering how much he’s got on his shoulders. I know he feels guilty about what happened to Percy and Annabeth. I’ve been trying my best to console him, but I think he thinks it’s pity. The best I can do is help him out with his stuff, keep him smiling, and make sure he remembers to eat.

Jason and Piper saved me a job today, as they came in at around midday with some food for him. The three of them really seem to care for each other. In my 107 years of living, a sight like that is always nice to see.

I patrolled the deck in the evening, with the help of the Di Angelo boy. He puts on a mean exterior, but he’s a sweet kid, and was eager to help me out when he saw me patrolling on my own. I’m not as skilled an empath as some of the other Satyrs at Camp, but it doesn’t take much to feel the waves of pain coming from the boy. After going through Tartarus on his own, and then being trapped in that jar… I can understand why he acts closed off. I would, too.

It won’t be long until we reach the House of Hades. Soon, this will all be over.

— — — — — — — — —

Dear Chuck,

You are one week old today. I look into your eyes, and I see so much joy, so much wonderment, so much love for the world. I hope you never come to know how cruel life can be.

Today, I went to a kid’s funeral.

The aftermath of the battle hit both camps hard. Many demigods lost their lives. A few of them I knew, a few I didn’t. One of them struck me more than most.

As I watched the shroud of the Half-Blood I’d sworn to protect go up in flames, I thought about that joy, that love for the world in your eyes. Leo Valdez was a brave boy, but I could tell he’d had a hard life. I never want you to experience the pain he went through.

There’s talk he might still be out there. I’ve heard rumour that the Seven managed to acquire a physician’s cure, but I’m sceptical. I don’t think anyone could have survived that explosion, not even a son of Hephaestus. But Leo’s a fighter. He’s strong, and I just hope he’s strong enough to make it through.

He gave up his life only a few hours after you were born. He was only sixteen, and even though that’s a lot compared to our lifespan, it’s still so young. Too young.

You will grow up in a safer world because of his sacrifice. I want you to remember that.

I was his protector. And I failed him. I promise I will not fail you.

Love,

Papa xxx

— — — — — — — — —

Dear Clarisse,

I’m not sure if you’ll get this with coms down, but the primitive mortal postage system seems to be a bit more reliable than the usual forms of contact. I did manage to receive your letter last week.

Yes, Mellie is recovering nicely- now four months post-partum! Little Chuck has begun teething (so if this letter is a little chewed up, that’s why). He’s hitting all his milestones and is well on his way to being a healthy little boy. You should see his little face when he tried tin cans for the first time!

On a sadder note, the search for Valdez still turns up nothing. Piper’s close to giving up, but Jason, bless his bleating heart is still adamant that the boy’s out there. If you ask me, it’s putting a strain on their relationship. They’ve been fighting more and more. I’d be surprised if they make it ‘til Christmas.

I wish I could be a glass-half-full kinda goat, but as it’s been four months since Leo disappeared, and with no sign aside from that initial message, I hate to admit it but I’m losing hope. And I can’t help but feel like I’m responsible. I was his protector. I could’ve done more to stop it.

There’s something suspicious going on over here in Southern California. Jason and Piper are looking into it, but until we know more, there’s nothing I can really report.

Work as Mr Mclean’s life coach is same as usual.

How is University of Arizona? Are you blending in with mortals enough? If anyone gives you crap, I can beat them up for you.

Lots of Love,

Hedge.

— — — — — — — — —

GLEESON HEDGE, STATUS REPORT 04/02:

Jason Grace is dead.

If Grover managed to get home before this letter did, you probably already know.

Leo Valdez finally made it to us, with news of the siege at Camp Jupiter. It’s not looking good. Apollo is heading over there to fight.

Leo seems relatively unharmed considering his brief death.

That’s now two demigods that have died under my protection, despite Valdez’s resurrection.

I will be escorting the Mcleans to their new residence in Oklahoma, and will continue to serve under the guise of Mr Mclean’s life coach, keeping a close eye on Piper and Leo while they’re away from camp. After the war and the fight with the Triumvirate, I don’t think they can take any more onslaught from monsters. I’ll keep them safe, don’t worry.

— — — — — — — — —

GLEESON HEDGE, STATUS REPORT 09/01:

I saw Leo and Piper off on their first day at New Rome University today.

I’m glad we got that minor issue of having blown up the city out of the way in time for Valdez to start his freshman year. That kid’s got a bright future ahead of him.

Sometimes I hate being an empath. There was a bittersweet aura around us all, remembering the friends who never got to make it this far.

Nobody said Jason’s name. But I could feel it.

I’m glad these two get a second chance. A chance to keep living. They’re lucky that way.

I hope they do okay there. I really do. I’m gonna miss those two.

Now that they are securely out of harm’s way in the city, I think it’s safe to say that they are no longer under my protection.

And I think it’s time I retire.

— — — — — — — — — — — —

Happy Lost Trio Week!!!

Day One and off to a great start! I am so excited for this week and can’t wait to read all y’all’s fics and see your fanart when I get back from Hiatus.

Some bits with the timeline are probably wrong. I went of Fandom Wikipedia as there’s not much Coach Hedge stuff across the books, but they don’t deal in exact dates (I had to write the dates the wonky American way for the sake of realism but just know that it pained me to do so).

Thanks to @demigod-shenanigans for helping me out with this. The hcs really helped.

I love Hedge. I really do. And I think his relationship with the Lost Trio is super sweet. He does care for them, despite how much of a liability he seems. The fact that Leo died the same day his kid was born is never brought up.

Something a little different to what other people might be doing, I hope. I know it’s not “technically” lost trio but Coach Hedge is the unofficial 4th member and he doesn’t get enough recognition. And showing the Lost Trio through his eyes was quite fun.

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[dontforgetukraine]

Illia Ponomarenko shows us one of the many gems Kyiv has to offer: The Kyiv Pechersk Lavra (or the Kyiv Lavra of the Caves). It is considered the most significant and holiest of places in Eastern Slavic Orthodox Christianity. This is an example of what is at stake for Ukraine as Russia continues its efforts to eradicate Ukrainian history and identity.

So, about 1,000 years ago, Kyiv was living its golden age as the center of a large medieval kingdom of Rus under Prince Yaroslav the Wise—very possibly the greatest ruler of Kyiv ever. The official residence of the rulers of Kyiv Rus was located in the town of Berestove outside Kyiv (it's now where Kyiv's Park of Eternal Glory is). The Berestove priest Illarion sought comfort and solitude, so he dug a lonesome cave in the hills at the Dnipro riverside, where he could spend his time alone in prayers. That happened around 1051 A.D. That guy soon became the head of the Kyiv Church and left, but more hermits followed his suit and established their shelters in those caves. Over many years, they burrowed long mazes of catacombs and established churches and monastic cells. The monastery gradually became a grandiose Lavra, a magnificent center of religious and cultural life, the greatest in this corner of human civilization. As early as 1073 A.D., the Cathedral of the Dormition (or the 'Great Church') was established (and you can see the modern iteration of it, the magnificent white cathedral bearing images of the saints on its walls. Just like Kyiv, the Lavra was ruined and resurrected from ashes several times over its 1,000-year history. Mongolians seized and desolated Kyiv in 1240, and the Lavra was devastated so hard that it spent well over a century in empty ruins. Yet, it would always rise again in all of its glory. During WWII, the Great Church was blown up just as many other iconic locations of Kyiv, such as Kherschatyk Street (in my opinion, what happened was that the Soviets planted bombs at the Lavra upon their withdrawal from the city in 1941 and failed to detonate them on time; and Nazis took out the treasures of the Lavra and got rid of the Soviet bombs by blowing up the cathedral. Like many other significant treasures of Kyiv, the Great Church of the Lavra was resurrected by independent Ukraine by the 2000s. The Lavra is indeed a city within a city—I'm only showing you a tiny part of it that is popular with tourists. Unfortunately, the ancient monastery caves have been closed to visitors for over a year. Technically, the Lavra is a giant museum with many art exhibitions, collections of historical artifacts, and recreation zones for anyone. Right now, for instance, the Lavra Historical Museum exhibits ancient Scthyntian gold from Crimea that was recently returned to Ukraine. At the Lavra, you can easily find the resting places of many historical figures of the past, such as the one of Kostiantyn Ostrozky, the legendary ultra-rich magnate of the 15th and 16th centuries and the Lavra's lavish sponsor, or Petr Stolypin, the Russian imperial prime minister who was assassinated at the Kyiv Opera House in 1911. Of course, the Lavra is about the iconic Great Bell Tower, one of Kyiv's most legendary landmarks. The tower is 96 meters high and can be seen from around 30 kilometers away from the Lavra. It takes over 370 stairs to reach the tower's top -- but I'm telling you, it's 100% worth it as the Great Bell Tower shows you a truly stunning view of Kyiv, especially when the weather is fine. Fucking legend. For centuries, until recently, the Lavra was under complete control by the Russian Orthodox Church, which is fundamentally loyal to Russia. In 2023, amid the war against Russia, Kyiv authorities and the Zelensky administration tried (and failed) to terminate the Moscow clergy's legal presence at the Lavra in 2023. Currently, the Russian church and its monks remain in control of the so-called Lower Lavra. In the Upper Lavra, which has most of the iconic places and locations, the recently re-established Orthodox Church of Ukraine, the de-facto successor of the old original Christian church of the Kyiv Rus, now has its divine service again. Welcome to the beautiful ancient Kyiv.

[rev-glut]

Mother Hen

Platonic Hobie Brown x Reader

Requested by @lazyslothsthings: “Reader basically mothering Hobie platonic??!”

Summary: Hobie comes back home after leaving for a few days.

Info: Fluff. Gender-neutral Reader (though Hobie jokingly calls them Mum once). 1.6k words

Notes: I didn’t explicitly say it but Reader lives in a riverside house so Hobie can keep his canal boat. Sometimes he stays there, sometimes he’s in R’s house.

He knows you’re home before he reaches the door. The lights are on and he can hear the music. Pleasantly he notes that it’s one of the songs that he frequently listens to. He knows how to play this one on guitar too. The key easily slides in and turns as he opens the door.

“Welcome back.” You call out without looking back. Currently you’re hovering over the stove and whatever you’re cooking smells good. “Did you eat recently?”

“I had a quick bite earlier.” He says, undoing his laces so he can place his shoes by the door. Quickly, yet carefully, you scan him. Eyes darting around as you catalog anything noticeable at the moment. There’s a small cut on his lip and chin, his knuckles are unsurprisingly busted too.

“Go shower, I’ll patch you up after. No if, ands, or buts, mister.” You add before he can say anything. The slotted utensil in your hand pointed at him. Hobie gives you a look that makes you raise your eyebrow.

“Alright then.”

“Thank you.” You call after him. Humming back in response, he goes to his room.

Checking the food you decide you’re satisfied and could just let it simmer on low heat while you patched up Hobie. You set out the silverware and dishes to plate the food afterwards. Retrieving the first aid kit from under the sink along with swiping your small notebook from the counter you make your way to the couch.

Setting the kit next to you, you flip through your notebook. Notes on random things, little doodles, to-do lists and supply lists are scattered across the pages. Plucking a random pencil from the table, you add small things here and there. The dark blue graphite makes its mark on the paper while you wait.

At the sound of footsteps you lift your head up with a smile and set the notebook aside. “Alright, cmon.” You pat the space next to you as Hobie trudges over to you, shirt in hand. As he sits down you grab a bandage. You won’t have to clean the cuts since Hobie already did that in the bathroom. “Picked up some of those brownies you like, by the way. They’re in the fridge. I also made some fruit salad and there’s trail mix and granola in the cupboard.” Tomorrow you’d probably make a casserole too. It’d be nice to have Hobie around helping you. He’d only been gone for a few days but still.

“Peanut butter fudge ones from the bakery?”

You snort. “Of course. Who do you think I am? The trail mix is homemade too. Made it myself.”

“Aces.”

Picking up some ointment you held out your hand so you could deal with his knuckles. He places his hand in yours. “So how you’ve been? Not in too much trouble, I hope.”

“Wouldn’t really call it trouble. Just some necessary things to stir it up.” You raise your eyebrow. “And a bit of fun.”

“Just here or is this interdimensional fun?” Usually he said where he was going before he left but with how things are and how Hobie is, things just change. Before he left earlier this week he said he’d be in town, mostly, probably.

“Bit of both.”

“Now was the interdimensional trouble Spider stuff or just some visit?”

“Just a visit to Pavitr.” Apparently Gwen had been out on a mission when he checked the Lobby. “Y’know I can take care of myself. Nothing I can’t handle.” He says as you motion him to turn to check his back.

“I know you’re a tough guy with powers but still, everyone’s gotta have someone looking out for them. I’m always in your corner, I’m always cheering you on, okay? And at the end of the day I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

“ ‘preciate it.” He really did. Even if sometimes he thought it’s a bit much, because he didn’t really need much and what he did isn’t much in the first place, he learned to stop fighting you on it, mostly.

“Gwen’s always welcomed here too.” You worry about her too, ever since Hobie brought her back saying she was gonna crash here for a few days. The girl was a nervous wreck the first few days. Something was up. She told you eventually. Most likely after some casual, yet sincere, reassurance from Hobie.

This just made you a bit concerned about the other Spiders. You hope that the others all had somewhere to go at the end of the day. Even if it was just somewhere within the Spider Society HQ. That and the hope that they too had someone to come back to after every mission, even another Spider. The way Gwen had Hobie, Jessica, and Pavitr.

“She’s left a jumper here.” He says, which is not quite what you expected. You laugh a little.

“‘Course she did. She’s got a habit of forgetting things.” You say softly. “Pav’s welcome here too. Even if it’s just for an hour.” Pavitr had a loving home to go to so he didn’t come as often or stay as long. But he and Hobie were great friends and was just a general joy to have around.

“Pretty sure he knows. But I’ll remind him.” He adds and with the way your eyes light up a bit with that glow he’s gotten so familiar with he knows that was the right thing to say. He’s gotten to know you well enough, even if you didn’t hide much.

“Someone’s gotta make sure you lot get a home cooked meal every now and then.” You say as if you haven’t been doing that for Hobie for well over a year now. “‘Sides sometimes you’re not here to yell at the bastards on the street so someone has to.”

“Ya do a pretty good job at it. I tell off bastards wherever I go anyways.”

Chuckling you stand. “Speaking of home cooked meals, there’s one waiting for you right now.” He pulls his shirt on before following you to the kitchen.

Over your late dinner you and Hobie swap stories and talk about random things. The conversation follows you two as you clean dishes together.

Drying your hands on a towel, you say, “I know it doesn’t mean much to you, since you don’t need anyone’s approval or anything, but I am proud of you, you’re doing good things, Hobie. In and out of the suit.” He’d come a long way, pushing this world towards being better, freeing everyone.

Eventually taking more of your help and even moving in with you and allowing you to take care of him. Others came and went but you’d convince him to stay since he was a different case. In this dimension at least. You’d work everything out with him, as long as you knew he was safe or where he’d gone off to you were okay. The last thing you want to do is stifle or restrict him in any way.

“Someone’s got to do it.” To him, it wasn’t really much but he knew how much it meant to others.

“It’s nice to have you home.”

“ ’s pretty nice to be back.”

“Alright. You need to go to bed, you look like you need it. And tomorrow you’re coming with me to get groceries. Dawn’s got some new stuff in inventory too. They miss you over there.”

“Alright, Mum.”

You laugh. “Go to bed, mister. And bandage up anything else.”

“Goodnight.” Your name slips off his tongue.

“Goodnight, Hobie.” You pull him into a quick hug before letting him go.

You missed him a lot. He could be gone for weeks at a time or just for less than a day then spend weeks here in town. You knew he could take care of himself in a fight, verbal and physical. He‘a confident in himself and his beliefs. That never stopped you from worrying about him, knowing he was going up against things across the whole multiverse. But you’d move heaven and Earth to make sure he was okay, that he had a home, and nothing would change that.

Bonus:

5 minutes ago Gwen had appeared in a portal with Pavitr and Peter, Mayday in tow. They spoke about Miles and Miguel and multiverse stuff. You knew Hobie would go, both to help, to take down another messed up system and just because. Now you stand on your lawn with the group.

“You lot look after each other, alright?” Your hands rest on Gwen and Hobie’s shoulders. Pavitr in between them.

“We will.” The fire in Gwen’s eyes made your own heart warm. You’re proud of her and the confidence she’s found.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” They’re a team, friends. They’d come too far now to go back.

“You’re worrin’ too much honestly.” Even though Hobie knows you couldn’t really help it.

You bring all 3 of them into a hug. “ ‘m so proud of all of you. Go help Miles and come back to me, alive.”

“Like I said, ya worrin’ too much.”

Releasing them you instead grip your shirt.“Alright, go save your friend.” Probably the multiverse as well. You didn’t really understand it, there hadn’t been enough time to properly explain it.

Hobie squeezes your arm before turning to leave. You watch them go, waving. There’s a lot you don’t understand, but you know whatever they’re doing it’s something big and as proud as you are you just couldn’t help but worry, even with all their powers and skills. The whole Spider-multiverse is after them, along with the Spot. Whatever happens though, you know things are about to change.

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Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Smut. Slight voyeurism. Mommy kink. Masturbation. Slapping. Choking. Degradation. Praise kink. Mirror use.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve: Lazy Saturday

It was a Saturday, and Josh had no idea what to do with himself. Brynne would have been spending the entire weekend at his parents’ house, but she’d been busy with a scientists’ conference in Riverside. So, he’d made the most of his morning and afternoon on his own, playing video games in his room.

It was now only 3 p.m., but Josh Futturman was getting restless without Brynne, who he still didn’t understand how he had gotten to go out with him. So, as he texted her on and off throughout the day, he wasted as much time as he could playing GTA, getting all of his frustration and intrusive thoughts out before she came over later.

Why she always wanted to come over to his house, Josh had no idea. He was kind of embarrassed having a girl over at his parents’ house, and he really couldn’t imagine why she would rather hang out with him there then her own house, which, from what he saw on the outside, was a very luxurious sort of place.

But he also knew that she found his parents enduring, for whatever reason. Despite the way he sometimes acted like they were an embarrassment or a nuisance, Josh actually appreciated the fact that they made Brynne feel welcome, like a member of the family. It made things with her a lot easier.

As Josh cruised around on GTA, stealing cars, shooting things, and terrorizing homeless people, he eventually couldn’t stop thinking about Brynne as he encountered the more racy aspects of the game. Frustrated with himself, he looked at the time on his phone, where he hadn’t gotten a text from Brynne in at least five minutes.

He knew that that sounded ridiculous, but he didn’t care. He wanted to talk to her, to see her, to feel her. Angrily, he shut off his console and stared blankly down at his desk. Josh knew that it was only 4:13, but at this point, he didn’t care.

Making sure the house was empty and his bedroom door was closed first, he plopped down onto his gaming chair and dropped his pants and underwear, ready to find a new way to kill the time. Josh reached for the bottle of lotion on the desk, slowly leaning his head back as he tried to get comfortable in more ways than one.

He was able to get things going in a sense, stroking slowly and rhythmically as he tried to wake himself up. It worked, because of how sexually frustrated he was at the moment, but it also didn’t work, purely because of how bored he was. He paused for a moment, reaching for his phone with his other hand, deciding he needed something to visualize with.

He thought about going straight to porn, before he realized he had something even better: a real, live woman who liked him. He went into his own photos, looking through his ‘private’ album of the few things that Brynne had sent to him before. He’d almost forgotten that he actually had someone to help him out when he was feeling needy.

It was surreal; never before had he been able to jerk off to pictures that he either took himself, or were sent directly to him. Smiling fondly as he settled on a picture of Brynne in a matching black and pink set with a pattern of little black bows on it, he set the phone upright on the desk, sighing as he thought about the woman he hoped would be his girlfriend.

Although he wasn’t completely inexperienced, Josh had never really had an actual girlfriend before. He’d liked girls, and they’d liked him, but he’d never actually been given enough of a chance to become someone’s boyfriend. It was surprising to him that Brynne actually wanted him in that way, or any way, and as a first choice.

He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he looked down at the picture of her on his phone, sitting back on her bed in just her bra and panties. He remembered exactly when and why that picture had been sent to him. Brynn was about to come over after she’d finished work, and Josh was growing impatient. Not for sex at all, but just to see her. So, she’d sent him that in return, and he’d lost his mind.

Even though he’d seen the picture before, Josh still fought the urge to drool as he looked at it, stroking himself up and down as he thought about her, sitting on top of him and pushing him down on the bed. He liked being bossed around by Brynne; he liked the way she knew exactly what she wanted.

He leaned his head back again as he started getting into it, slowly panting as he closed his eyes and imagined her. He imagined all sorts of things; her standing in front of him, naked, or her on top of him, pinning him down, or her with her legs spread apart as she let him eat her out like he’d been starved.

His breathing turned shaky as he instinctively stuck his tongue out, pretending he was lapping at her pussy. He knew he was definitely hard by now, as pre come started to drip down his hand as he whimpered softly.

“Fuck…” he thought.

As concentrated as Josh was on the idea of Brynne, he didn’t seem to notice as his bedroom door slowly opened, with someone standing in the doorway, watching. Brynne Johansson took her time, watching the view in front of her with wide eyes.

The way Josh was stroking himself aggressively, whispering her name like some sort of mantra as he grinned, mouth instinctively open for her. He nearly jumped up as he heard the door close, watching as she just stood there, hand on her hip.

“Brynne!” he exclaimed, not for the first time since she’d entered the room.

“Hey, hon. Thought I’d surprise you, but… looks like you beat me to it,” she murmured, eyes looking him up and down.

Josh gulped nervously, hands up in the air as if she’d come in with a gun.

“It-It’s not what it looks like,” he blurted out stupidly.

“So, you’re not jacking off to a photo of me?” she asked, looking down at his phone.

“It’s exactly what it looks like,” he promised her, looking down at her in shame. “I’m sorry,” he pouted, expecting some sort of reprimand.

He looked like a sad puppy, and her heart nearly melted.

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do,” she resolved, noticing the full length mirror behind him.

His eyes perked up as he looked up at her, curious as to what she wanted.

“You-You’re not mad?” he stared.

“Why would I be mad, sweetheart?” she asked softly.

“I-I don’t know,” he sighed, “I was kinda being a perv…”

“Oh, yes you were,” she promised him.

He looked up at her blankly, gasping as she quickly spun the chair around so that he was facing the mirror, with his pants around his ankles and his dick out. Josh whimpered loudly as Brynne’s hand roughly wrapped around his throat. Not meaning to, he instinctively thrusted up into the air, hoping to get some kind of friction.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” she cooed in his ear, as her hand remained wrapped around his throat.

He gasped quietly, realizing he was way too aroused as he looked at her cold eyes reflected in the mirror.

“You were being such a dirty little pervert. Stroking yourself to pictures of me,” she whispered in his ear. “So naughty…”

“So naughty,” he agreed with a quick nod, “I’m such a dirty little pervert…” he whined guiltily.

“You know what happens to dirty little perverts?” she asked.

He just shook his head in defeat.

“I’m gonna hold you just like this, and you are gonna keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror, and stroke that pretty little cock for me, you got it?” she murmured, watching with satisfaction as his head bobbed up and down.

Josh was incredibly intrigued, losing his mind at his current predicament. Never before had he imagined how hot it would be for Brynne to choke him while he sat in his chair, forced to watch himself fall apart in her hands through the mirror. But he was glad she’d thought of it. He could barely keep it together as he felt her cool hand gripping his warm throat.

“I can’t hear you,” she said flatly.

“Yes,” he told her, nodding his head up and down, “Yes.”

“‘Yes’ what?” she asked.

He actually didn’t really know the answer to this question. He’d never really called her anything in bed other than her own name, but something told him that wasn’t what she was looking for. He could think of a few different options, but he had no idea which one she would actually prefer. But part of him knew she meant for him to pick whichever one he felt like in that moment.

“Yes, mommy,” he nodded politely, praying she liked his choice.

“You wanna be mommy’s little slut and stroke that dick for me?” she asked him. “Hmm?”

“Yes, mommy,” he moaned excitedly, reaching for it automatically.

He gasped aloud as she tightened her grip on his throat even more, all but slamming him back into the chair as she used her other hand to slap him across the face. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, surprised by the gesture.

“Did you ask? Hmm?” she teased him, forcing his chin up so that he had no choice but to look at his own reflection in the mirror. “Did you ask me if you could touch yourself?”

“N-No, ma’am,” he stammered.

She was the hottest person on earth.

“Then ask,” she ordered him. “God, you look so pathetic… I’m barely even touching you, and you’re about to come all over your lap. Look at yourself, whining for me, like a pathetic little fuck toy.”

“I-I know I’m pathetic,” he whined desperately.

“Yeah, you are a pathetic little pervert,” she whispered in his ear. “Look at you, so ready for me… You’re like my own personal dildo. You’d like that, huh? If I could just take you and fuck you whenever I feel like it? Use you for my own pleasure… You’d like that, huh?”

“Very much so, yes,” he gasped.

He leaned backward as she held him to the chair, cock twitching with excitement.

“Come on. Show mommy what a dirty little slut you are,” she grinned, watching as he wrapped his first around his dick.

He started slowly at first, stroking up and down as he felt her fingers pressed against the sides of his throat.

“Don’t be so quiet,” she told him. “I know you’ve got some pretty little noises for me…”

Almost on cue, Josh let out a shaky whine as he sped up, eyes squeezing shut as he reveled in what was essentially something out of his fantasies.

“Eyes open,” she ordered, watching as he obeyed. “I want you to watch yourself come all over your tummy…”

Josh moaned as he opened his eyes, watching her tilt his head back as she pressed a harsh kiss to his lips. He groaned into her mouth, desperate for her in every way. He was getting progressively louder, trying to satisfy her as he continued to push himself over the edge.

“My God, you sound like a fucking porn star,” Brynne praised. “Such a needy little slut for me. You love the way I manhandle you, don’t you?”

“Yes, mommy, I do,” he moaned frantically, “I love it, I love it so much…!”

Josh whimpered loudly as she pressed a loud smack to his thigh, watching as they both trembled the longer he jerked himself off.

“Spread your legs,” she said rudely. “I want your legs wide open for me like the dirty little slut you are…”

“Yes ma’am,” he groaned, watching with wide eyes as he came even closer to an orgasm.

The way he moaned was truly pornographic, the kind of noise that could disturb neighbors.

“You’re not allowed to come yet,” Brynne reminded him, “So don’t get too excited.”

“But, mommy…” Josh complained loudly. “I need it… Ow!”

He winced as he got another loud slap across the face, still thrusting up into his hand.

“Don’t be a brat,” she snapped at him.

“I’m sorry mommy,” he pleaded, “I’ll be a good boy. I’ll be such a good boy for you, you’re gonna be so proud of me!”

He was now uttering pure nonsense as she wrapped her hand around his throat, waiting for him to finish.

“Keep those fucking legs apart, or you’re not gonna come,” she reminded him sternly.

He quickly separated his legs as far as he could, praying she’d see how good he was doing.

“Look at you, putting on a show for me, like my own little fucking porn star. Such a pretty little slut,” she whispered in his ear.

“Fuck yes!” he screamed. “I’m your little porn star! I’m your little slut!”

“Say it again,” she demanded.

“I’m your little slut! I’m mommy’s little slut,” he groaned.

“Good boy…”

“Am I being a good boy?” Josh whimpered. “Am I being a good boy for you?”

“So good,” Brynne murmured, brushing his hair back while her other hand choked him. “So good for me, baby.”

“Mommy, I’m gonna come,” he pleaded, “Can I please come…?”

“Aw, you can’t last any longer, baby?” she teased.

“No, mommy. I’m trying my best,” he sniffled. “I’m gonna come… It hurts…”

“Okay, baby, I know,” she cooed, hand lightly wrapped around his throat as he watched her in the mirror. “I know…”

“Mommy…!” he whined desperately.

“Look at you, baby. You look so pretty, coming for me… You look like a porn star. Look at my filthy little slut,” she praised him.

“I’m your little slut!” he moaned. “I’m your good boy…!”

“Look at you, stroking that pretty little cock… So needy for me,” she sighed.

“I need it, mommy,” he begged. “Please?”

Brynne couldn’t say no to his desperate little doe eyes as he looked up at her behind him.

“Oh, how could I say no to that face?” she sighed. “Go ahead, baby. Make as big of a mess as you want.”

Josh threw his head back in excitement as he stroked himself as fast as he could, whimpering and screaming as he approached his climax. Brynne watched in amusement as he began to whine even more, breathing shakier than ever.

“I know, baby, I know,” she murmured into his ear.

“So hard,” Josh gasped.

“I know… Just go ahead and come for mommy, okay?” she said gently. “Come as hard as you want. It’s okay. Just look in the mirror. See how pretty you look…”

Josh quite literally screamed as a larger amount shot out, making a mess all over his stomach and briefs as he sat in his chair, reveling in the way her hand felt on his throat. He couldn’t stop panting as he finished, staring right at his own reflection as he did. It was almost too much for him as he laughed with relief, instantly feeling a hundred times better.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, tossing his head back. “Fuck…!”

“Oh, you did so good!” Brynn cooed, playing with his hair as he sat still for a moment. “You did so good, baby…”

“Thank you mommy,” he sighed, “Thank you…”

“I got you, baby. You’re okay,” she promised him as she kissed his cheek, gently rubbing his shoulders as he peeked in the mirror for a moment.

He watched in disbelief for a moment as he sat in a pile of his own come, getting his shoulders rubbed by Brynne Johansson. He rested his head back on the chair, chuckling softly as he realized just how lucky he was as she massaged him gently.

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Chapter Thirteen