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Swap AU for @minthe-drawings' Baxter x MC week!!!

Day 1: First meeting

You stood on the shore, gazing out at the ocean and taking everything in. The smell of salt, the light of the sunset reflecting off the water.

The feeling of the warm hand placed so comfortably in yours.

Over the course of your long lifetime, so many memories had been made here on the beach by your childhood home. But if you had to pick your very favorite one, it was really no contest.

"Hey Baxter," you said, turning your head.

Your husband met your eyes, his trademark smirk playing on his face as he answered, "Yes, darling?"

You took a moment to study him. His hair was greying, not the same grey he had as a child, though that was present too -- he'd stopped dying his hair decades ago. Wisps of silver were highlighted in the soft waves that framed his handsome face. Crow's feet and laugh lines could be seen in the corners of his eyes and around his mouth.

Evidence of a life well lived.

Lifting his hand, you placed a kiss along his knuckles. You asked, "Do you remember the day we met?"

He laughed, an easy, bright, beautiful sound, then moved to take you in his arms.

"How could I forget?"

The thing was, you're sure that you both had forgotten lots of things over the years. Not because you didn't want to remember, of course, but because there had been too many things happen between you to catalogue them all. Maybe there was a kiss that you should have tried harder to hold onto, or an inside joke forgotten to time.

You'd spent over 40 years together. More than half of your journey was over -- you didn't know how many years you had left to make those kinds of precious memories, or how well you'd be able to save them.

"Tell me about it," you said softly.

Baxter kissed your forehead and began stroking your hair, then he did as you asked.

He told you all about how his family had moved to Sunset Bird when he was nine years old, and how scared he was by everything. Being in a new town, so close to the ocean that used to terrify him, it had all overwhelmed him. So that very first day, as his parents were directing the movers, he'd snuck away to the beach. He'd wanted to face his fear, to try to conquer it so it didn't eat away at him.

That's what he was doing when you approached him.

"I was so happy to see another child in the neighborhood," he said, moving to rub your shoulders. "And also scared that I wouldn't be able to make a friend."

"That's understandable, but I think it's safe to say you made one."

He laughed again, and when his laughter turned to a smile, he gave you a soft kiss.

"I think so too."

You wanted to share a million more kisses with Baxter. You wanted a million more days on the beach with him, a million more lifetimes with him.

As much as it broke your heart, there really wasn't any possible way to experience those last two wishes. But the first one, you thought with a grin, you just might be able to accomplish.

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The Winner Takes It All

Episode 1

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: The Hunger Games reaping. Canon typical angst. Reader has a speech impediment.

Chapter Summary: Lukas Artanhour is your best friend since childhood who makes the worst decision of his life when he volunteers as tribute for the 71st annual hunger games... Luckily, he won't be going alone, and you didn't even have to volunteer.

Word Count: 2.8k

Don't be detered by the OC in this chapter, he is just someone I made up to make the hunger games more emotional of an event 🙃

The representative from the Capitol being the same every year was almost a comforting sort of repetition through the years, but compared to the annual tradition it surrounded, you were hardly relaxed at seeing him make his dazzling appearance. A new outfit every year, made from the finest fabrics and silks that eight had to offer… And you wore the same green top and skirt. At least this year there were seashells. 

“Good afternoon, District Four!” His shout of happiness was hardly felt by any who stood here in this gathering. “There’s nothing like being here, amongst the beautiful waters and sandy beaches.”

It’s cold and windy down by the docks, with the sand getting kicked up from time to time. District Four is one of the most beautiful places in all of Panem, and it’s known, as all districts are, for its main production to the Capitol. Fish. 

The people here are wealthier than most in the districts, a close third in rank to both one and two, who reign supremely amongst the favorites. The Hunger Games have obviously played a serious part in all of that. Four being a career district meant that the Capitol goers were far more likely to invest. Careers are the favorites, no matter which district they come from. 

The reaping is today, and you don’t want to think about it. It is why you arrive at your work station an hour before you need to be there. You’ve spent years of your life down here by the docks, whether it was waiting for your father’s boat to return, or your friend to bring you the boxes that needed to be loaded onto Capitol trucks. You’re a mover, it’s your job. It doesn’t pay well, because the real money is in fishing, but you wouldn’t dare go out on a boat. 

“You’re early,” Lukas nearly spooks you, smiling after watching you jump from surprise. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s r-reaping day. I couldn’t s-sleep.”

He was used to the skip and stutter of your words, un-phasing him as you spoke each one. 

“I get it. My mom keeps hounding me about it. Every year I grow taller, stronger, she tells me I could win,” he sat down next to you in the sand, handing you a shell he found on his way here. “Another for the collection.”

“Thanks,” you took it gratefully, placing it in your pocket for safekeeping until later. You journeyed back to his previous words, what he meant by them. “Does your mother w-wish you’d gone through the career program?”

He shrugged, looking out into the sea, his mind just as full of indecent thoughts as yours. 

“I’m not sure what she wants. Ever since dad died she’s just been… different.”

“My parents have s-said, if it ever gets t-too bad, you c-can always stay with us.”

He nods, his appreciation shown through a single sideways glance. He knows he has places to go, he knows that there are others that are willing to treat him as a son should be treated, but he wants his own mother to do it. He longs for the woman she once was, and hopes if he can make her proud enough, maybe she will be that way again. 

“I’ll think about it,” he said, but he’d been saying that for the past year. 

So far, you’d learned she’d been hitting him, been yelling and screaming about how he would never measure up to his father. You never saw these interactions of course, because if you had you may have broken down for him, your friend of eleven years. In school, he was the only one who would talk to you, the only person who ever gave a damn about the girl with the stutter. He defended you when they made fun of you left and right, for nearly everything they thought was wrong with you.

“You s-shouldn’t listen to her,” you shook your head, the waves crashing on the shoreline several yards down. It was the only thing that would remain peaceful about today, when later on two children would be hauled off and expected to fight or die. “She isn’t in her r-right mind anymore.”

“I know that.” 

He agrees, he knows. He is well aware that her mind slipped maybe even before her husband died. She had been driving him to the long hours that he’d worked, and eventually made him work out on a ship during a storm. The boat sinking was just fan to the flame of her deteriorating mental state. 

He picked up a rock from the sand a few feet over, standing up and tossing it to skip over the water before it began to wash on the shore. He gave you a hand to your feet, pulling you up until you were steady. 

“Boat leaves in a few minutes, I’ll see you when we get back,” he said, turning on his heel in the sand. You nodded at him before he walked off, into the working hours of the day. You shouldn’t even be here for another hour. You know that they’ll be gone for two or more and you don’t need that long to prep the boxes. But you can’t sleep. 

-

Lukas returned to the docks with a much better mindset. The water always made him feel serene. He came to land, lugging the giant nets tied together to keep the fish from falling out. Today’s catch was good as any other, and the songs the boys sang on board nearly made him forget everything else. 

“Salmon are catching like crazy this time of year,” he muttered, meeting you halfway to help you untie the knots and start packing the boxes. “Thinking I might sneak one home if there’s extra. You probably can, too.”

“I’ll t-try. My pa could use s-something more to eat.”

He weeded through all the skimpy ones, pulling the biggest catches out first and laying them sideways in the boxes, filling the middles with ice before adding another layer. It was the same thing everyday, but he never tired of it. He was content to live the life of a district four fisherman, and he was good at it. 

“How’s his arm doing?” He asked, since you’d brought up your father. 

He’d broken it in a rigging accident about two months ago, and the slow healing process was not doing your family any favors. You’d been hungry several times, so obviously extreme measures had to be taken. You won’t think about that right now, though.

“Not any better, n-not any worse.” The fish box was nearly packed, but you paused to think for a moment. “Maybe I s-should try and catch. It pays a lot m-more, and we could use the money.”

He grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you to face him. 

“You’d be scared to death. If your family needs some money, I can help out. It’s the least I can do when they offer me free lodging,” he half joked, completely serious in all aspects about the help with financial assistance. 

“Lodging that y-you’ve never taken.”

“Listen, I’m happy to help if you need me to. Especially with your brother, now,” he mentioned, making you think about the sweet little sleeping face you’d passed by on the way out of your home. Your baby brother, born not a year ago. You hated the idea of him growing up hungry, or having to start work early in his life like you did. 

“Well, t-thank you. I’ll think about it.”

He shook his head, seeing as how you quoted him from all the times your family offered him help before. 

He waved you off when you finished stacking the prepared boxes onto your slab dolly, tilting it back and beginning to push it towards the truck that pulled in not too long ago. It was a steep climb, up the ramp from the docks and onto the street, but it made you quite strong over the years. That and all the heavy lifting, becoming easier with every twenty by thirty of fish. 

Lukas would be taking off early today, as would most of the other boys of age. You would be heading home after loading this shipment as it were. You had to shower, had to clean up your hair and skin and make yourself presentable for the reaping. 

You opened the back of the truck, tossing the boxes up one at a time, before climbing into it and stacking them neatly in one of the four corners. You always managed to obtain a single splinter from every shipment loaded, but luckily today’s wasn't too bad, you could probably dig it out with a small pin. 

Later in the day, your mother gave you a solemn smile as you walked out the door, having just been readied and dressed in your best clothes. Even in a wealthier district, they still had mended holes in the bottom of your skirt. That’s the sad thing about every district. Even amongst the wealthier ones, there’s still poverty that simply cannot be helped. The Capitol's greed and thirst for luxury, needing every little thing that life has to offer at their beck and call. You can’t even imagine what it’s like in places like eight or twelve. Places where food is not the primary cultivation of the people. 

It was light green, your outfit. It had white seashells on the waist of the top, and a few along the edge of the skirt as well. They hadn’t always been there, but you insisted they should be. You didn’t really have much else of a use for all the shells you stole from the sands of the shoreline. You hated wearing the same outfit to this single event every year. You hardly wore it any other time, which made a distaste for it grow every time it came out of your closet. 

The way your mother did your hair was simple. A single french braid down the back of your head, tied off with a light green ribbon to match everything else. She watched how it fell a bit looser with every step you took, making your way across the streets and into the city’s center. It’s your last year, and having avoided every year before, you know you should feel a semblance of relief, but you don’t. 

Your mother waits for the peacekeeper behind a stand to check your name off a list before she parts with you, hugging you tightly one last time and allowing you to kiss the head of the baby on her hip. He’s primarily the reason you remain so nervous. Even if your name doesn’t get called, his could be, someday.

You line up in an open space, next to the last girl that checked in. She wasn’t in your row last year, you would have remembered her. She was pretty, with blue eyes and dark raven hair. Her skin was tanned like most in four, but had a certain glow about it. She’s too pretty to be reaped, you thought. It didn’t make a difference, though. As you stared head on to the bowl on the stage, centered in front of the girl’s side, you got tense. Your name is in there six times this year. That’s three more than last year, and five more than the year before. 

Someone could still volunteer. But the career program had not made mention of producing a female tribute this year. It all depended on the luck of today’s draw. For all you knew, your name would be surpassed by someone else. There were other poverty stricken areas in four besides yours, and it made sense that somebody else could have been hungry enough to outgo you. 

You looked around to the boy's side. Lukas was there, and further up in the rows. He must have gotten here quickly after leaving the docks. His face was sullen, and something had changed, but you were unsure of what it was. When he looked around, you almost thought he’d been looking for somebody, but his expression told a far different story. 

The last few children in the line were filing in, and the musical fanfare blasted through the speakers by the stage. You were grateful not to be so close to those this year. 

The representative from the Capitol being the same every year was almost a comforting sort of repetition through the years, but compared to the annual tradition it surrounded, you were hardly relaxed at seeing him make his dazzling appearance. A new outfit every year, made from the finest fabrics and silks that eight had to offer… And you wore the same green top and skirt. At least this year there were seashells. 

“Good afternoon, District Four!” His shout of happiness was hardly felt by any who stood here in this gathering. “There’s nothing like being here, amongst the beautiful waters and sandy beaches.”

His rabble was boring, and nearly the same as it was last time. The anticipation was killing just about every girl and boy in this crowd, knowing there were no careers at the ready this year. It was always easier to rest at night while knowing if your name was called, another courageous youngster would step in to take your place. 

“I’m so excited to be back and reaping this year’s tributes for the 71st annual Hunger Games!” 

There was a surge of excitement coming from the sidelines, and it was only now that you looked past the blockades to see that there were actual Capitol civilians standing there this year. How nice, some onlookers for when an innocent child gets sent away to their death. Absolutely wonderful. You looked on past them, towards the victors standing close by. They seemed anxious as well, the old woman holding one fist to her mouth while the other clutched her chest. She rocked back and forth on her heels, and had to take a step every few seconds to keep from becoming too restless. The young man was stiff, his arms behind his back and every muscle in his body tense as a board. His eyeline never left the bowls on the stage. They went through this once, too.

When you refocused on the man at the microphone, your heart beat rapidly. He was approaching the boy’s side of the stage. 

After a small flourish of his hand, the Capitol rep stuck his hand into the glass, two papers in his hand before he dropped one. The dropped paper’s namesake got immensely lucky this year. 

“Harley Miggsen,” he read the paper, but before the peacekeepers had a shot at cornering the poor fourteen year old kid, with his eyes wide in horror, another voice spoke up. 

“I volunteer.” 

Your head snapped to Lukas, his hand raised high in the air. Murmurs started almost immediately about how everyone thought there weren’t any careers prepared. They spoke softly and wondered if there would be a career for the girls, too. Lukas isn’t a career, why would he do this?

“I… guess we have a volunteer,” the man at the mic clapped his hand, watching the young man getting ushered up the stairs to stand beside him on the stage. “What’s your name, son?” 

“Lukas Artanhour, sir.”

“Lukas Artanhour, everyone!” He raised his hand as to signal applause from the capitol guests, and they cheered, happy to see that there was now a potential victor as opposed to that poor boy from before. “Now for the ladies.”

You spared a glance at the victors once more, and they looked even more on edge for this pick than the last. Female victors were obviously more rare in every district, so getting a decent tribute that wouldn’t die right away was probably preferable. You couldn’t imagine all the people they’ve tried and failed to save over the years. The young man won only six years ago, but with no other victors since, that means he’s gone through twelve tributes. All dead, all gone. 

Your mind had been momentarily distracted, or at least it had been until the next name came over the loudspeakers. 

“Mercedes Blythe.” 

It almost didn’t register. 

It almost went in one ear and out the other.

It almost was paid no mind or attention…

But that is your name, and you’ve heard it said a million times since you were a baby. Not once did it ever sound like that, though. 

You stood still until you realized there were peacekeepers on their way to grab you. 

It was slow, the way you took steady steps from your row towards the stage. You couldn’t be rushed even if they tried to make you. You could only look at the ground. You didn’t want to chance looking up and seeing your mother past the blockades. God only knows what she’s thinking and feeling right now. After everything bad happens to a family, the mother of that family should not have to wonder whether her child will live or be killed in an arena. 

You finally looked up when you got to the stairs, meeting Lukas’ eyes first, and seeing they were sad and full of pity. You stood beside the Capitol rep on the other side, allowing him to raise your hands together while the tears finally welled up in your eyes. The delay in your mind was the only one to blame for that. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, district four’s tributes!”

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Don't Tell (part 3)

Mako x Reader (secret relationship)

Part 1. Part 4. M.list

Mako x Earthbender reader

You being touch starved for years suddenly have an intense crush on mako after he put himself in danger for you and the safety he provides following the attack. You both keep your relationship under wrap from the krew. You both don't want to deal with everything that follows them finding out.

You walked out of your apartment. The night sky was above. it was almost time for the mover. You met with Mako. You handed him his keys that you still had from this morning.

"So, good news. I am free to go to the firelily festival." Mako took the keys. He put them in and revved the bike. You sat down behind him, holding on.

"Really? Im so excited!" You wrapped your arms tighter around him as he drove around.

"I'm thinking of ditching the mover and us going on our first date."

"But, people are going to start questioning us." You warned.

"Let them. Its none of their business, and we can come up with an excuse. It's the only time we will know where everyone is, and we can go out without watching our backs."

"But Bolin..." you trailed.

"He isn't in the mover, so he won't be upset about it." He assured.

"Alright. Where do you want to go?"

"I'm thinking of a nice dinner date and then a walk on the beach."

"The Yue Bay Diner?"

Mako nodded. Changing his direction to head to the diner. Your hands held tight to his waist as he sped up. He took a few turns before he slowed down at a stop light.

He dropped his hand off the bar, resting it on your knee. His thumb rubbed back and forth. Every chance he had, he wanted to feel you with him. He didn't want to ever remember the feeling of not being touched. He hadn't had a mother or father to hug him or kiss his forehead before bed. It was something that troubled him. He wanted to have love. He wanted to experience his love language with every opportunity. He was deprived of it for so long.

You gave it willingly, not knowing what it did for him. You hadn't even considered he was the same as you had been. He was Mako, the hot firebender cop. Certainly, you were competing somewhere at some point in time. You had always known he had good looks, that was never a doubt. Little did you know, He had the heart broken mentality. He had cut himself off and shut out the world from his heart because he didn't know what the world was like outside of survival. He had to see the world from a new perspective. His upturn in life was just starting to catch up to his thinking. He was no longer in survival mode. He was living and not just paycheck to paycheck. He was thriving, and he wanted to share this newfound life with someone.

Your hand rested on his inner thigh while the other wrapped around his chest. You held him at the stoplight. Mako has heard about your long-term relationship before Kuvira. It was supposed to be a marriage. The man had different views on Kuvira. He wanted to continue in the destruction of the earth kingdom. You had broken off the engagement and ran far away. You fought with the krew against your ex. Mako still remembers the cry he heard when your ex died in battle. You still loved him. you just couldn't stand behind someone who was causing such havoc. That was his downfall he chose to stay in the havoc, leaving you without a future after the battle. You had been single since then, trying to heal yourself from the pain.

Mako grabbed the bar again as the light turned green, speeding again towards the diner.

Once you were there, Mako grabbed the door to the diner, holding it open for you. You both got inside, he placed his hand on your back, and you both walked to the outside seating. The small of your back felt the warmth from his hand, and tingles rolled down your spine.

You both sat down at a table. The waves crashed, sending the sounds out to the table. The moonlight was bright in a full moon, and the stars twinkled with reflections of the light in the ocean. The air was crisp and cool.

A waitress came and took your orders.

The nerves began sinking in. This was technically your first date since losing your ex-fiance. It was so casual before with Mako, just some physical intimacy that you were craving. This level of vulnerability and commitment seemed much different. Your heart was beating faster. Your attention turned to the waves.

"It's a nice night." Mako spoke softly.

"It is. You know I'll never get over seeing the ocean for the first time. I grew up in such a small town. There was a small lake, but it was nothing compared to the ocean." Your lips grew in a smile thinking of the memories.

"I grew up here. Bolin used to beg me to go to the beach with him when we were younger. I was always busy hustling, but every once in a while, we spent time here."

"I always forget you worked for shady shin." You leaned back comfortably, feeling less anxious. Mako was easy to talk to.

"I try to forget it myself. It wasn't a happy childhood, but it had its moments."

"I know Bolin is thankful. You did a good job raising him. He was always very helpful when we were with Kuvira. He is very funny and looks out for his friends. I've heard Bolin talk about his perspective, but what about yours. How was it for you?"

"It was tough. I learned a lot about the streets. It's hustle or get hustled. There wasn't much between. I'm glad it's behind me. I'm glad I turned my life around. I took a chance when we became probenders."

"I hate that I didn't get to see you play."

The waitress came out and set out your plates. You both ate a few bites between talking.

"You didn't miss too much. What about you what was life like before republic city."

"It was good when I was younger. We lived in a small village. we weren't super wealthy, but we had enough to get by. I still remember being with my friends talking about our future in the town. Kuvira stopped by our town, and she was enlisting warriors to accompany her. I joined with my boyfriend and we traveled around the earth towns."

"Do you miss him?"

"Of course, but every day, I get a little closer to not envision what would've been. For the first few months, I was grieving not only him but the life we had created and planned together. I thought maybe we could have reconnected after he saw the evil in her, but it never happened."

"I understand. I don't know what it's like to lose someone you plan a life with, but I know what it's like to lose someone you love." He reached his hand out and laced your fingers in his. "It's very hard to lose someone no matter who they are to you."

"I've been grieving it for a long time. I wish I could have been at this point sooner. If I hadn't been so blind on grief, maybe I could have seen you this way sooner." You were at a much better place to talk about the death of your first love.

"I would have loved to have this sooner, but I think it's better that we took our time just being friends. I needed to reevaluate myself. I was so used to being unstable in life that stability was a big adjustment I had to make." Mako admitted.

"You know, I always thought you were seeing women and just not telling anyone." You giggled.

"I wasn't. I spent a long time just focusing on myself and making sure I was in a good place to bring someone in my life. I spent so long taking care of Bolin. When he left, I actually had time, and I wanted to make something of myself to give a better life than what I had for my future family."

"That's really sweet, but there's no way. I don't believe there wasn't at least one. You're a firebender, hot, and a cop. That's a girls dream. You have to have women all over you." You pressed.

"No, if they were, I didn't notice. I was too busy. When I finally was ready to find someone, you just said something that I just couldn't stop thinking about. You didn't know it, but It stuck with me." Makos hand squeezed yours.

"Really? I never thought you had any thoughts like that about me. I always thought you'd fall for a woman at the station. I actually made a bet about it once with Korra. Which I lost because we kinda spied on you..."

"That's not creepy at all." He chuckled softly.

"It was just from the station to your apartment. I bet her that you were going to bring home a woman. She bet that you wouldn't, and I was sure you would because it was a significant firenation day that firenation usually spends with a significant other. That was before I knew you didn't really know much about firenation customs. I always thought you might have picked up on some somewhere."

Mako smirked. "No. Not much at all. You know more than I do."

"My village had some people that were from the firenation. They decided to leave their nation when zuko took over. The generations kept going, and my parents had grown up with some of them. They told us the stories their parents told them. Sorry for following you. I guess I might have just been curious in the back of my mind. I guess I didn't want to believe I had any feelings for anyone, especially someone I thought wasn't into me."

"I was then, and I still am." He spoke honestly. The heat in your cheeks met the cool Seabreeze.

You both had finished dinner. The waitress took mako's cash, and you both left. His fingertips trailed your side.

He led you to the stairs that met the sand. You both walked along the beach.

"The mover is probably over by now, but I don't think they will be down at the beach."

"They are at the usual hang out for sure." You could almost hear the groups jokes about you two being together from here.

"Bolin may have gone looking for me." Mako found a spot and sat down, pulling you with him.

"I almost feel bad for not telling your brother." You said when you sat next to him feeling the sand under your fingers. You rested your head on his shoulder.

"If we tell him, everyone will know."

"I don't want to tell them yet. I had fun today, especially with them, not in on the secret. I really like it just being us without them pushing." You looked out into the water.

"Korra and Asami especially. They've been on your back since they got back and heard you were the other single one in the group." Mako chuckled.

"Do you want to go back? You can stay with me tonight." Butterflies swarmed thinking about the warm bed.

"I would love to, but I can't. Bolin is guaranteed to search for me all night if I don't show back up at my apartment."

"What's our stories?" You tried to mask your disappointment.

"I was out doing some police work."

"I had a date." You added.

"Who with?" He questioned.

"A coworker."

"What does he look like?"

"He's not a hot firebender that drives me around on his motorcycle to romantic dates, if that's what you're asking. He's just a waterbender friend that I know will cover for me."

"Should I be worried?"

"Not even a little bit." You leaned in and kissed him slowly.

His lips rushed with intensity. They led you into his lap, where you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned one hand on the sand while the other held your hip. He was making sure you enjoyed every second that you were connected to him. He made you feel so safe, secure, and like you were the only one in the world for him.

That night at your apartment, you slipped into bed and pulled Makos clothes out from under your pillow. It was such a juvenile way of comfort, but you couldn't help but hold the clothes close. You could still smell his apartment. The firebenders smoke was still the same as it was. It had the same notes as you were burning a stick of spicy incense in your room. You imagined his arms wrapped around you and his lips attacking yours viciously like they had on the beach. Your mind cycled through the times he had kissed you until you finally fell asleep.

[redgearsmovin]

ohh i found some notes i wrote of really cute scenarios with the movers+nina. they are mostly made with my sona in mind but it's kinda general enough so if it inspires you in any way, feel free to take these ideas away lol.

under the cut because it is pretty long:

Smitty:

smitty shows you pictures of your favourite animal while he infodumps to you about it.

- or maybe you infodump while he listens intently. After a while you realise you've been rambling and get self-conscious that he probably had known those things, but he encourages you and tells you he wants to learn more so he can write it in his journal so you happily continue.

Rich

you and rich colouring! or you and rich painting. or making origami !!!

- his work turns out really nice while you think yours is a little wonky, but the way he cheers for it just as excitedly and points out little details he likes in your work makes you appreciate it more.

He rolls out a mahjong paper (not sure what this is known as) on the floor and you two doodle on it with crayons and such. this can also be a whole group activity tbh.

or sports! rich teaching you how to sports lol guiding you and being really patient till you get the hang of it.

Scott

Scott and you introducing each other's plushies and playing out scenarios with them, dressing up and such!

watching your favourite shows together, or making sock puppets !!

- Sometimes it's a little hard for you to be spontaneous when acting out which makes you feel like you're not a fun person to play with, but Scott knows just how to bounce off your ideas and make it really exciting. he makes you feel more comfortable to simply not worry too much when having fun.

Dave

you helping out dave with his invention? you and dave trying out weird pizza recipes? maybe dave teaching you how to make simple circuits and electronic things. Maybe all Dave needed to make working inventions was another person to audit and check his machine after he had finished them, to fill in the gaps and blind spots that he missed lol.

- you think you're not helping at all and only slowing him down with the mistakes you made, but Dave assures you've been a big help and tells you the things he wouldn't have noticed without you. He suggests dividing the task to something you're good at while he does the other work, and your both work together really well.

I think Dave would enjoy puzzles (unsure if he does in canon) so you and him trying to solve various of those either like puzzle boxes set or completing jigsaw puzzles. Or maybe trying out an escape room together (in the warehouse?).

Nina

NINAAAA. you and nina cooking. nina trimming your hair or fixing it up. you and nina trying on clothes and outfits.

nina taking pictures of you while you be an impromptu(?) model for her after she finishes doing your hair. maybe she had a short gig as a hairdresser(?) and wanted to include pictures of her work as samples.

going to the beach with nina, playing kite, Nina excitedly showing you videos of Boris and Oksana's ballet performances, going karaoke, making flower crowns,

Teaching each other phrases in your native language, or maybe even learn one another's language while practicing with them.

Try each other's favourite local cuisine. Styling one in the other's cultural outfits.

Sometimes you just feel like you take too much of Nina's time and wonder why she even chooses to hang out with you when she has so many cool friends. You never let her know this thought. one night when you and Nina were both stargazing, Nina says that moments like these are her favourite and she's glad to spend it with you. You admit the same and go on about how grateful you are for her. You don't think you deserve this blessing, but Nina stops you, telling you how she'd choose to do this all over again with you in a heartbeat. And aah I stop here this is getting so emotional lol

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Moving Day

Andy Barber x Reader

Masterlists Author's Note: More aimless Andy fluff. Swear I've got things with more plot coming. Series Summary: A series of oneshots and drabbles chronicling Andy and Y/n’s life together. Summary: A big step in Andy and Y/n’s relationship dredges up painful feelings……and an impromptu proposal. Warnings: mentions of loss of a child, mentions of grief

For almost five years, his house had remained hollow, a shell of what it used to be- a home. Jacob was gone and Laurie had vacated their marital home before filing for divorce, Andy though, couldn’t have brought himself to leave. It might have been painful to look at them, but there were still memories in every room, some of the best ones he’d ever made. Countless dinners in the backyard and dining room, movie nights in the living room and birthday cakes on the kitchen counter.

Some of his less favorable memories were there too; the police searching their place, sleepless nights spent pouring over Jacob’s case, the quietness after his very small funeral and then boxes of Laurie’s things packed into the foyer before the movers had taken them away, but Andy usually tried to not think of those. Of late, he’d even found that it was becoming easier to stow the bad memories at the back of his mind while keeping the better ones at the front, and making room for new ones- Y/n was helping with that. She was teaching him that it was okay to smile again at the good times; it didn’t make the bad ones go away, but it did mean that he was remembering his family the way they deserved. 

He didn’t think she realized it, but she helped him with a lot of things. Andy was learning that it was okay to move on because of her, and he was also finding more and more that he didn’t need to ‘get over’ everything he’d been through to find love again, he just needed to be willing to let someone in. It was still funny to him how a routine run to a local convenience store could change his life so drastically- that night, he hadn’t been looking for anything special, just a quick dinner and a drink to help him unwind after a long week, but then he’d helped a beautiful woman reach a cartoon of milk off a high shelf, then gather the contents of her spilt purse, without realizing that it would mean that from then on out, she’d make everything better. 

“Hey, where should I- what are you thinking about?” When Y/n came up behind him, touching the center of his back after she’d set down a box of linens on the dining table, Andy jumped, setting down the framed photograph he was holding on the bureau against the dining room wall. It was one from about fourteen years ago, when Jacob still liked sitting on his lap. 

Andy shook his head absently, collecting the photograph again, that time along with a few other family pictures, “Nothing,” he sighed heavily, “I was just thinking that it might be time to pack these up.” He didn’t really didn’t want to put the memories of another part of his life in some box  that would later be shoved in the back of  the attic, but Y/n was moving in and he didn’t want to possibly hurt her by having them out. More than anything, he wanted to prove to her that he was all in. 

“What?” She scoffed, “Why?” Her hand was still on the center of his back, the warmth of her palm permeating the thick fabric of his navy sweater and when Andy glanced at her, he noted her mixture of confusion and sorrow. “These are beautiful pictures babe,” with her free hand, she reached for one in a silver, reflective frame so she could study the image of a beach trip from about six years ago. 

He shook his head again, “Yeah, but…..” Andy sighed heavily, meeting her concerned gaze, “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, this is your home too now.”

“Yeah, it is,” she smiled softly, setting the photograph down in its usual place, “Its gonna be half me and half you-and this is part of your half. These memories, this family, its part of who you are and you shouldn’t put it in a box because you think it’ll be weird for me. It won’t be.”

Andy huffed, setting the remaining two frames down with a soft clatter so he could turn and take her in the circle of his strong arms, “You mean that?” She nodded and he lifted one hand to caress her jaw. Most times, Andy felt lucky to have her, and others, he couldn’t even believe that he did. Sweet, considerate and compassionate- she accepted everything that he came with and sometimes he felt the need to pinch himself to make sure it was all real. His second chance. 

And he had to make the most of it. 

“Marry me,” he said, off the cuff, as more of a statement than a question. He didn’t have a ring, they’d only been together for about ten months and marriage hadn’t ever come up between them, but still, Andy had to ask. He knew; she was the rainbow after the storm, a new beginning. 

She scoffed, jaw hanging slack, “Are you being serious right now?” A breathless smile was etched on her pretty features, while her eyes had gone wide with the most stunning mixture of disbelief and wonder. 

“Yeah,” he breathed, “Hundred percent. I want it to be you, babygirl,” Andy stepped closer while simultaneously tugging her against his broad chest, “Say you’ll marry me.”

She giggled, looming her arms around his neck and when Andy bent his head so he could press his lips to hers, she offered in a few mumbled words, “I’ll marry you.”

“I’m not joking,” he warned, pressing chaste, close-mouthed pecks to her soft lips, his beard tickling her skin. 

Y/n hummed, threading the tips of fingers through the hair near his nape, “Neither am I,” she swiped a sweet kiss off his lips, “I’ll marry you right now.”

He chuckled, “We don’t have rings,” he noted, with amusement.

“Don’t need ‘em,” Y/n countered, moving to deepen the saccharine endearment.

Again Andy chortled softly, the sound melting past Y/n’s lips, “Your parents would hate me,” he murmured when they broke for air, not yet pulling away from each other. 

“I can see how that would be an issue. Maybe not today then,” she relented, and he could still feel her soft grin against his lips.

Before that day, Andy didn’t think he ever contemplated the prospect of remarrying. Up until the day she left- and even after that- he’d loved Laurie. Even if what she’d done had ripped their family to pieces, and he couldn’t bring himself to forgive  her, she  was still his son’s mother and they’d still had so many good years. For a long time, Andy had told himself that that was the only good he’d ever be afforded. But then he met Y/n, who was willing to explore their relationship at his pace; who’d motivated him gather the courage to start putting his broken pieces back together.

He’d done it so he could try to be the kind of man she deserved. 

Andy wasn’t sure if he was that man yet, but he was trying his best, everyday. He also knew that the man she deserved would give her the wedding she deserved. “Not today.” he confirmed lightly, “But soon, honey.”

Beaming, she kissed him again, that time allowing her hands to slide forward so she could cup his face, her thumbs caressing the apples of his cheek, the roughness of his beard rustling under her gentle ministrations, “That’s good enough for me,” Y/n noted, leaning forward on her tiptoes as Andy straightened up, only for him to easily hoist her up. 

Playfully, she kicked her feet behind herself. “What are you doing?” Her voice shook with giddy laughter as Andy trotted to the living room sofa, his arms, wrapped around the back of her jean clad thighs not slipping once. 

“Celebrating,” he explained simply before unceremoniously onto the plush, gray sofa, “You’re moving in. We’re getting married, lots to celebrate babygirl.”

They both laughed as he sunk his knees into the cushions on either side of her thighs while propping his hands on the armrest of the sofa, practically boxing Y/n in. She reached up to tangle one hand in the back of his hair, while the other slipped under the hem of his sweater. Her eyes took on the darkest glimmer and as she urged his face closer to hers, she taunted, “Then what are we waiting for?”

[wolfsbanemanor]

So, how did they become vampires anyway? (part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

As exhausted as he was, Caleb did not sleep well. That woman kept haunting his dreams. Her touch, her weight on top of him, her glowing eyes, her coldness...all of it was as clear as day. It was as if he was trapped in that bathroom all over again. He woke up screaming and shaking, and Lilith rushed into his room. She held him until he calmed down a bit and came back to the present moment. "You're safe now," she said, stroking his hair just the way their mother used to. Oh, how she wished they were still around! She made him some lunch or brunch or whatever it was at that point of the day. He didn't feel much like eating, but he did eat a little bit anyway. Not long afterwards, though, he started to feel nauseous and sick. He ran to the bathroom and threw up. The same thing happened later in the day when Lilith brought him some tea. She was really worried now. He was still shaken up from earlier, and had spent the day curled up in his blankets, alternating between crying, trying to sleep, and staring off into space. And he couldn't keep anything down, not that he was eating very much. Lilith didn't sleep very well that night. She checked on him, and kept herself awake by watching TV. (The TV also helped reassure him, that he wasn't alone, and he wasn't in that bathroom.) She swore to herself that if she ever found who did this to him, that bitch would not live to tell about it.

When she went in later to check on Caleb, she encouraged him to go outside and get some fresh air and sun. "It will do you good," she said. "Please? Do it for me?" He really didn't want to leave his nest of blankets, but if it would make her happy, he would at least go and get the mail. He forced himself to get out of bed, and trudged down the stairs and out the front door. The next door neighbor's dog looked at him and growled, something that dog never did. As soon as he stepped off the front stoop, though, his skin began to burn. Not like a run-of-the-mill sunburn like he always seemed to get at the beach before it would fade to a tan, this was his skin like actually burning. He screamed in pain and ran back into the house. He ran into the bathroom, turned the cold water on in the shower, and flung himself in, not even bothering to undress, not caring that his bandages were getting soaked. What was happening?!

Lilith knew she was in way over her head. She couldn't bear to see Caleb suffer like this. She picked up the phone and called her only other living relative, her cousin Lily Zhu. "I need help," she said when Lily picked up the phone. "What's the matter?" asked Lily. "Caleb got raped by a woman at the bar where we were at, and he's a mess and he won't eat and his skin burned when I had him go outside and I don't know what to do and..." Lilith was full-on sobbing. "Lilith," said her cousin. "Breathe. I want you to stop and take a deep breath. I will be right over." It did not take long for Lily to arrive. Lilith had composed herself, and helped Lily bring her suitcase up to the guest room. She made some tea, and told Lily everything that had happened. Lily sat there in shock. Lilith had broken down crying again, and Lily held her closely. "I know how much you like to work out," she said. "Go to the gym, do your workout, take care of yourself. I will look after Caleb." "Are you sure?" asked Lilith. "Absolutely," replied Lily. "You need it. You can't take care of your twin, or anyone else for that matter, if you don't take care of yourself." Lilith grabbed her gym bag and headed out to Movers and Shakers. On her way there, she kept thinking that there was something strange about this whole thing. The wounds on Caleb's neck, the sunlight-related injury, the description of his rapist...it almost sounded like he'd been attacked by a vampire, like in those novels she read. (The ones her super religious father forbade in their house but that she read anyway!) But that was crazy; vampires didn't exist...did they? Their pastor had warned them about vampires, werewolves, and mermaids, saying they were to avoid them at all costs. But, then again, the Watcherian Holy Book was full of stories that were just that: stories. Stories meant to keep people in line with fear. Stories that Lilith and Caleb had questioned and gotten no satisfactory answers to. That was part of the reason they left the Worshippers of the Watcher, much to the disappointment of their father. Just then, her phone pinged, saying that because she had not been coming to work, she had been fired. (Caleb got the same message.) That was disappointing, but it was honestly the least of their worries right now.

Back at the house, Lily held and comforted Caleb. He had changed into clean PJs, and Lily changed his bandages. His wounds did seem to be healing, even the burn from earlier. She made him some food, though just as before, he didn't eat much, and the little he did eventually came back. Lilith returned from the gym, feeling much better. She thanked Lily for coming over, and asked if there was anything she could do for her. Lily replied that there was nothing she needed, she was just happy to be with her cousins. Later that evening, Caleb looked in the mirror. But no one stared back at him. "Lilith!" he called in a panic. Lilith ran upstairs. "What's wrong?" she asked. "The mirror..." was all Caleb could manage. "What about it?" asked Lilith. "Look!" She did look. She saw herself...but she did not see her twin. "What did she do to me, Lil?" sobbed Caleb. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out!" replied Lilith.

Lilith got on the computer and pulled up Woogle. She looked up all sorts of things, but in particular, she looked up stuff about vampires. It seemed they were real after all. She went on a forum and chatted with a man who called himself "Vlad." She liked that he listened to her, answered all kinds of questions. They chatted for hours. The next morning over breakfast, Lilith told her cousin all about Vlad. Lily poured herself another cup of coffee and nodded. She assumed that this "Vlad" was a new workout buddy or personal trainer of Lilith's.

That night, Lilith was on the computer again. Caleb's wounds had healed, but he was still not doing too well. He was cold and pale, and Lilith could have sworn she saw fangs. She went onto that forum, looking for "Vlad". But "Vlad" was not online. In fact, he was creeping into their house right then. Lilith heard something behind her, and turned around. She recognized him from his avatar on the forum. He talked with her, said he admired her (and he did; most Sims never even noticed his presence before he drank their blood). He looked around their house. "You know," he said. "I can give you more. I can give you and your brother a better life. I can help your brother." "You can?" asked Lilith. "Oh, yes," replied Vlad. "If you're willing to come with me, that is." Lilith agreed, and Vlad bit her neck, then bit his wrist and gave her a drink of his own blood. At this point, Caleb was on his way downstairs to see what all that noise was, and (without context), he witnessed Vlad biting Lilith. He ran in and attacked Vlad. "Caleb, calm down," said Lilith. "This is Vlad, he's here to help us!"

[stinkylittleboiii]

Let me introduce you to my family of Furbs.

(1. Jeffers, my first Furb, very sweet boy, still works but occasionally suffers from MSA. Enjoys long walks on the beach and stalking live prey.)

(2.Sasquatch Bubblegum III, unfortunately no motor function but that doesn’t stop her from wanting to eat the rich.)

(3. Cole, when he fist got here he spoke very few words and was a slow mover till one day he let out a never ending groan, he’s still groaning to this day.)

(4. Agnes Peony, the latest arrival, suffers from droopy eyes and cannot move or speak but we still love her, possibly contains all the knowledge of the universe but is unable to tell us.)

I’m very new to the furby community but it seems wholesome here.

[stridemovers]

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good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after (acacia&henry)

    ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀    ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ( flashback - dois anos atrás )

uma viagem com o grupo de amigos para a praia era sempre um programa bem-vindo, portanto, assim que a ideia foi trazida durante um encontro de uma parcela deles em seu bar favorito da cidade, ele não pensou duas vezes antes de aceitar. estava com uma previsão de tempo incrível para o fim de semana em cannon beach, e o calor andava insuportável na cidade, e queria muito tirar um pouco a cabeça dos estresses que todo o trabalho havia gerado naquela semana. não demoravam mais que cinco horas para chegar na cidade na qual costumavam visitar e onde lauren havia reservado os quartos de hotéis para os que estavam indo - henry e acacia, lauren e joe, jack e melissa -, então, fora simples dividirem o grupo em dois carros para irem sexta após os expedientes de trabalho de cada um. embora se sentisse um pouco culpado, fora ele a sugerir que a divisão acabasse com ele, acacia, lauren e joe dividindo o mesmo carro, porque, mesmo que jack fosse um de seus melhores amigos, era difícil aguentar a sua namorada. pior ainda, os dois no mesmo ambiente por tantas horas seguidas - aquilo era praticamente uma bomba relógio. adoraria ter a companhia de sebastian também, no entanto, a carga de seu trabalho era tanta que estaria com mais um plantão naquele final de semana, e emily estava visitando sua irm

após uma noite repleta de drinks no bar do hotel e a promessa de encontrarem o restante do grupo pela manhã para irem à praia, havia voltado com a namorada mais cedo para o quarto de ambos para que os dois pudessem aproveitar ainda de sua noite juntos - e matar a saudade acumulada por uma semana em que mal haviam conseguido passarem muito tempo juntos. acordar ao lado de acacia estava bem longe de ser uma novidade, visto que estavam juntos há mais de dois anos, contudo, nunca falhava em deixar os lábios de henry tomados por um sorriso sempre. virou para o lado e pegou o celular na mesinha de cabeceira ao lado da cama, para verificar as horas no celular, responder algumas mensagens pendentes do dia anterior e checar se mais alguém do grupo havia dado sinal de vida naquela manhã - e, como as mensagens de jack pareciam ser recentes, interpretou que sim. colocou novamente o celular no lugar e, tentando não se mover muito para não acordar a namorada, se acomodou de uma maneira semelhante à que estava antes, mas agora com o braço dobrado atrás da cabeça. não demorou a perceber, porém, que a movimentação ao seu lado acacia parecia estar acordando. “hey,” murmurou, sorrindo de canto para ela. em um hábito tão forte que beirava uma ação automática, estendeu o braço que antes repousava na cabeça pelo travesseiro dela, indicando que a namorada se aproximasse. então, envolveu seus ombros, a puxando para mais perto. “dormiu bem?” questionou, se inclinando para deixar um beijo nos lábios de acacia.

deslizando a mão que estava na extremidade de seu ombro até o braço da namorada, acariciou com um movimento do polegar a área. o namoro deles não era mais recente e, sim, estável, na maneira em que conversas sobre um futuro mais concreto pudessem existir entre ambos. alguns daqueles assuntos mais sérios surgiam em sua mente ocasionalmente, com cada vez mais frequência a dominando, ao ponto de não conseguir mais tirar aquelas ideias da cabeça. a que se refletia de maneira mais forte na ocasião na qual se encontravam, enquanto tinha acacia em seus braços e sorria ao pensar que teriam o restante dos dois dias da viagem para permanecerem juntos, era a questão de morarem juntos. pareciam estar com a relação firme, possuíam diversas de suas coisas espalhadas por ambas as suas casas, e a ideia de ter ela ao seu lado todas as manhãs era muito mais agradável que acordar em uma cama em que era o único a ocupar. queria não ter de contar com os horários de ambos para que pudessem estar juntos mesmo que apenas para uma janta rápida, dividir o seu cotidiano, iniciar uma vida ao lado dela - o que o levava ao segundo pensamento. a ideia de pedir a namorada em casamento não era exatamente recente, contudo, andava tomando mais força em sua mente nas últimas semanas. havia conversado apenas com jack até o momento sobre aquilo, porque preferia ter completa certeza antes de contar a sebastian, mas cada dia que passava com ela o dava mais certeza de que era o que desejava para a sua vida. no entanto, como o momento certo ainda estava não estava perto, iria se focar na outra possibilidade. 

“sabe, eu andei com uma coisa na cabeça esses dias…” murmurou, encostando os lábios na testa dela. “não sei se passar só algumas noites por semana com você é o suficiente pra mim, cass. acho que você estragou pra sempre a parte de mim que algum dia gostou de viver sozinho.” riu nasalmente, deixando no ar sua verdadeira intenção com tudo aquilo para aguardar a reação e a resposta da namorada antes de tocar no assunto de uma forma mais séria. escutou a vibração do celular sobre a cômoda e revirou os olhos, seu braço livre sendo esticado até conseguir alcançar o aparelho para colocá-lo no silencioso. então, voltou a atenção para acacia. “amor,” iniciou, sorrindo de canto. se inclinou para beijá-la sem muita pressa, a mão livre indo até os fios do cabelo dela como de costume quando dividiram aquela proximidade. “o que você acha de furarmos com eles agora de manhã?” indagou, ao se afastar apenas o necessário para falar. antes de prosseguir, encostou seus lábios nos alheios mais uma vez - relutando em se afastar. “ainda quero aproveitar mais um pouco com você.”

[anywayzmovingus]

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[tampa-mold-fire-water-damage]

Protecting Your Home in Tampa: Mold, Fire, and Water Damage Restoration

Living in Tampa offers many perks, from beautiful beaches to a vibrant city life. However, the subtropical climate and weather conditions also make homes susceptible to mold, fire, and water damage. Whether it’s a sudden storm, a plumbing mishap, or an unfortunate fire, these issues can cause significant damage to your property. That’s why having a reliable restoration service is crucial. In this blog, we’ll explore the importance of mold, fire, and water damage restoration in Tampa and how Tampa Emergency Restoration Pros can help you protect your home.

Mold Damage: The Hidden Threat

Tampa’s humid climate creates the perfect environment for mold growth. Mold can quickly spread in damp or water-damaged areas, leading to health risks and structural damage if not addressed promptly. Common signs of mold include musty odors, visible spots on walls or ceilings, and respiratory issues among household members.

Mold Remediation Process:

1. Inspection and Assessment: Professional mold remediation starts with a thorough inspection to identify the extent of the mold problem.

2. Containment: The affected area is isolated to prevent the spread of mold spores.

3. Air Filtration: High-efficiency air filters are used to remove mold spores from the air.

4. Removal: Mold-infested materials are removed or treated with specialized cleaning agents.

5. Restoration: Once the mold is removed, the affected area is restored to its original condition.

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Fire Damage: Rebuilding After Disaster

A fire is one of the most devastating events a homeowner can experience. Beyond the visible damage from flames, smoke, soot, and even water from firefighting efforts can leave lasting damage. Restoration after a fire requires a comprehensive approach to ensure your home is safe and livable again.

Fire Damage Restoration Process:

1. Emergency Response: Quick action is essential to minimize damage. The restoration team will assess the extent of the fire damage.

2. Board-Up and Tarping: To prevent further damage, any exposed areas of your home, such as broken windows or damaged roofs, will be boarded up or tarped.

3. Smoke and Soot Removal: Specialized equipment and techniques are used to remove smoke and soot from surfaces.

4. Water Removal: If water was used to extinguish the fire, it must be removed to prevent mold growth and further damage.

5. Cleaning and Sanitizing: Personal belongings and the affected areas are thoroughly cleaned and sanitized.

6. Restoration and Reconstruction: Finally, the home is restored to its pre-fire condition, which may involve minor repairs or major reconstruction.

Contact Tampa Emergency Restoration Pros for professional fire damage restoration services. They are equipped to handle the entire process, ensuring your home is restored as quickly and efficiently as possible.

Water Damage: Acting Fast to Prevent Long-Term Issues

Water damage is a common issue in Tampa, especially during the rainy season. Whether it’s due to a burst pipe, roof leak, or flooding, water can cause severe damage to your home’s structure and create an ideal environment for mold growth.

Water Damage Restoration Process:

1. Immediate Water Removal: The first step is to remove any standing water using professional-grade extraction equipment.

2. Drying and Dehumidification: Powerful dehumidifiers and air movers are used to dry the affected areas completely.

3. Cleaning and Sanitizing: The area is cleaned and sanitized to prevent mold and bacteria growth.

4. Restoration: Depending on the extent of the damage, this could involve minor repairs or major reconstruction.

Prompt action is critical when dealing with water damage. The longer water sits, the more damage it can cause. Trust Tampa Emergency Restoration Pros to provide fast and effective water damage restoration services.

Why Choose Tampa Emergency Restoration Pros?

When disaster strikes, you need a reliable team that can respond quickly and handle the restoration process with expertise and care. Tampa Emergency Restoration Pros offers comprehensive mold, fire, and water damage restoration services tailored to the unique needs of Tampa homeowners. Their experienced team is dedicated to restoring your home to its pre-damage condition, ensuring your safety and peace of mind.

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