#Maybe he'll help Black Star

[sulky-star-cluster]

I am putting my swap moon idea on the back burner for now. Instead, I present Mars. A fuzzy kitty friend to take a nap with. He probably won't bite. *holds up a orange cornish rex with a pink collar* He's technically a Earth's cat but he is constantly escaping to explore. But he's a cutely shaped visitor. And is a temporary guest.

Black Star: Hi Mars. How's your day been. Got kidnapped by an Anon clearly. Bet that was exciting. Sounds like you won't hate it though. Bet your earth's going to come looking for you sooner or later. For now you're here though. Goodness I'm talking to a cat. You want to take a nap? I want to take a nap. Goodness would it be great to just tell you to go check up on the other before I pass out here. I'm a little scared of getting drawn on my face.

[keerysfreckles]

bad ideas right? — LN4 (au)

pairing: fratboy!lando x fem!reader (college au)

summary: during her senior year of college, y/n and her ex get too close for comfort. it was a bad idea, right?

warnings: swearing, kissing, alcohol consumption, sexual themes mentioned but no smut written, bit of a long fic, based on the song "bad idea right?" by olivia rodrigo

a/n: WHAT ON EARTH IS IN THE MIAMI AIR PLS HE LOOKS TOO GOOD

masterlist !

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y/n didn't remember why her friends dragged her to the 2-star bar at the edge of campus. her brain was becoming fuzzy as the night went on. she's had maybe five drinks, not that she was complaining. herself and her three friends were dancing ridiculously as a song full of bass blared through the speakers.

two of the girls makeup was starting to smudge, one had lost a single shoe, and y/n's loose black dress was definitely the wrong option for tonight. but none of them cared. they all needed this night out before the stress of finals month started.

y/n's phone rang multiple times in the past seven and a half minutes, but couldn't hear or feel the small vibration. on the ninth call she realised her phone was lighting up in her pocket. her eyes struggled to focus on the name, but soon registered the name and number to her ex, lando norris.

the asshole who broke her heart sophomore year. the dick who left her out in the rain after kicking her out of his dorm. the shithead who then ignored her for the following year because she told him what they had was "messy". y/n l/n believed lando norris was the bane of her existence.

so why was he calling her?

he missed her.

twenty three minutes before the first phone call, lando was pacing back and forth in his untidied dorm room. he debated calling for two main reasons. he truly wanted to apologize for the way he's treated her for the past two years, and he was genuinely curious on how she was doing.

the reason for calling her so late was simply because earlier in the day his thumb hovered over her contact to delete it. however, he internally scolded himself when he simply shoved his phone back into his pocket.

lando knew he fucked up with the girl. he knew he hurt her, but he fears he'll never know how much he twisted her heart and proceeded to throw it into the dirt.

so he called her. but was left on voicemail eight– now nine times. he could recite the damn recording after tonight. "hi, it's y/n. i'm probably out so if you'd leave a message that be amazing. thanks! bye!"

on the other side of campus, the four insanely drunk friends were trying to walk back to their two dorm rooms. their arms were all linked together as they walked slowly and in anything but a straight line.

in the span of five minutes the girls got maybe thirty feet away from the club, still laughing over nothing and everything at the same time. y/n groaned in annoyance once she felt her phone ringing again.

this time however, her brain skipped the part to take the time to look at who the caller was. so she answered.

"hello?" she giggles into the phone. she lets go of her friends arms, staying a few feet behind them.

"y/n," her heart twists and her throat tightens at the voice on the other end.

"lando," her voice is quiet.

"why didn't you answer any of my calls?"

lando doesn't miss the giggle and slight slur to her words as she spoke, "me and my friends were out. why? are you some kind of spy now? you just have to know where i am?"

lando goes to speak again, but hears y/n giggle after a curse word falls her lips. the girl can't help but laugh as she tripped over the small crack in the sidewalk, making her phone fall to the floor.

"y/n are you okay? do you guys need me to come get you?"

after two attempts y/n is able to pick up her phone, while one friend tries getting her off the ground.

lando doesn't get a cohesive response, now that two other girl's voices and druken laughter were flooding the speaker.

y/n finally gets to her feet and puts the phone on speaker, "lan, we're just going back to our rooms."

lando's cheeks flush lightly at the nickname he hasn't heard her use in practically forever. he runs a hand over his face, debating on if his idea is stupid or not.

he sighs, "just stay where you guys are alright? i'll come find you and take you back safely."

before y/n can respond, the line goes dead.

so now the four girls were spread out slightly on the cold sidewalk, at least four blocks from their building. two girls were trying their best to look up at the stars without falling over. while y/n and the other were sitting on the curb, leaning against each other.

lando would admit he's surprised that he didn't get a speeding ticket the whole time he was in the car. he took the route from y/n's dorm room, that he's only been in once this year, and drove in the direction of three different bars.

after no luck, he turned around and called y/n again. at the sound of her drunk giggles, he was starting to get annoyed. yes, this was his own idea, but he couldn't live with himself if he knew they were out and he couldn't do anything about it.

after several minutes, he finally got some sort of address out of the girl.

y/n could already feel her head pounding as her friend beside her continued to ramble on about the color green. y/n knew neither of them would remember this conversation in the morning.

her friend cut herself off, "ow! who turned the sun on?"

the "sun" was actually the headlights of lando's dark blue car. y/n leaned over to see him pulling over to their side of the road.

lando muttered out a curse word or two at the state of y/n and her friends. y/n watched as lando struggled to get the three of her friends crammed into the backseat of his car. he managed to get them inside without hitting their heads, so he considered it a job well done.

"c'mon," he held both hands out to help y/n off the curb. she subconsciously leaned into him while he helped her into the front seat. once he triple checked they were all buckled, he gave each of them a water bottle before driving in the direction of their dorm rooms.

the drive was quiet, despite the few druken burps let out between all the girls.

lando had a solid game plan once he parked into the front row outside of the girls' senior building. he would get one out at a time and safely into their room.

after getting one girl out of the backseat, y/n taps on her closed window, catching lando's attention.

"you're gonna need their passcode to unlock the door," her voice was scratcy, but lando could tell the water helped her sober up slightly.

lando thanked y/n after she told him both room codes, which made getting the girls inside much easier. he locked the car doors after each girl, and was quick as he could be to get them to their beds.

two girls were able to walk slightly, while carrying the third was just easier. now y/n was leaning against lando as they went up the single flight of stairs. he kept his grip on her while typing in the code, but y/n didn't let go when the door unlocked.

she silently turned and hugged him. the action caught him off guard for a second, before he held her head to his chest.

"are you gonna be okay?"

"i've missed you lan," y/n completely ignores his question, and he knows she's sincere when her grip slightly tightens on the back of his shirt.

y/n looks up at lando, losing her train of thought now that she gets a good look at him for the first time that night. her cheeks flush at how he's looking down at her, with his stupid backwards hat, and his stupid curls.

lando stares back at her, watching her widened pupils flick between his own eyes.

"i've missed you too," he fianlly admits out loud.

before y/n leaves to go in her room, she leans up to place a kiss on his cheek. the action instantly makes lando's brain fuzzy, as well as the girl's. lando smiles slightly before leaning forward to kiss y/n's forehead.

"call me if you need anything, 'kay?"

y/n nods, watching him now walk down the hallway. she lets out a loud groan once her head hits her pillow. her brain's telling her one thing, but her heart is telling her another.

she groans once more, knowing if she debated this any longer she'd only give herself an even bigger headache. she isn't sure if lando left the parking lot yet, so she throws on a pair of shoes without tying them, and runs down the hallway and back down the stairs.

she's surprised she didn't trip, but the thought leaves her head once she calls lando's name.

his movements stop, his hand halting on the handle of the driver's side door.

his eyebrows instantly furrow, "are you okay?" he doesn't get an answer, y/n only walks over to him with a certain look of determination filling her features.

"is something wrong?" he asks again, now that she's in front of him.

y/n doesn't answer again. two seconds pass until y/n pulls lando's face down to hers. the grip on his neck is soft and firm at the same time while her lips press to his.

lando kisses back almost immediately, one of his hands going to her waist while the other holds the back of her head.

"wait, shit you're not still super drunk are you?" lando pulls back, his lips barely hovering over hers, but concern filled his words.

"yes," y/n nods, "lan i've never wanted anything more."

she sucks in a breath, slightly regretting her choice of words. however her shoulders relax once a smirk makes its way across lando's face, before he's pulling her back towards him.

lando walks backwards, bringing y/n with him, before opening the door to the backseat.

y/n lets out a small laugh, "really?"

lando shrugs, "we can't really fuck in your room with your sleeping roommate." he pulls y/n with him, with her closing the door behind her immediately. her legs rest on either side of his, as his hands move to her thighs, starting to bunch up the material of her dress.

lando pulls away from the kiss once more, "you're sure you really want this?" he can barely concentrate on her answer while she threads the hair at the back of his neck between his fingers.

"i need you lan, please," she's desperate and she knows it, but she couldn't care less.

—

with lando's car now midly humid and smelling like sweat, he runs his fingers up and down y/n's back under her (his) shirt. he heard her breathing even out maybe three minutes ago, as well as her hand going limp by his waist. he knew she'd be out for the rest of the night.

9 am rolls around rather quickly, and y/n wakes up to a repetitive knocking. her eyebrows furrow before she wipes the sleep from her eyes. turning, she's met with a very amused roommate outside of lando's car.

"shit," y/n mumbles. she sits up while shaking a sleeping lando.

"lan, c'mon wake up, steph is outside."

lando wakes surprisingly easily, waving awkwardly at y/n's roommate as she gets out of the car.

"sleep well?" steph jokes, walking quickly after y/n who's almost running up to their dorm.

"want to explain why you were with a shirtless lando, sleeping in his car on this fine saturday morning?"

"no, no i don't," y/n replies while typing in the code to their shared room.

"you seriously slept with him? after what he did to you?" steph asks.

"we were just," y/n pauses, "sleeping."

steph lets out a loud laugh, "sure, and i was just on the phone with the president."

steph closes the door behind her, hearing y/n groan.

"what are you doing here?" she asks the others in the room, rachel and brianna, her other close friends.

"we got a call from steph saying to come here right away," rachel answers, smirking at y/n.

"now we know why this urgent meeting was called," brianna chuckles from y/n's bed.

steph pulls out one of the desk chairs before sitting, "y/n totally had sex with lando last night," she speaks up.

"steph!"

"shit, really?"

"y/n i thought you promised yourself not to be with him again."

y/n rolls her eyes, "i'm not with him or anything. i only see him as a friend."

steph can't help but laugh, as brianna chuckles, "lying to yourself won't help the situation hun."

a small vibration hums, and rachel picks up y/n's phone before squealing. "if he thinks you're just friends, then why did he just text you asking to come to his party tonight?"

"what?" brianna and steph practically jump to look over rachel's shoulders. y/n just grabs her phone as she reads the text herself.

"well, what if you guys come with me?"

brianna shakes her head, "nope, he asked you specifically."

"if he wanted all of us there he would've been more clear," steph adds.

y/n puts her head in her hands, her mind already swarming with what could happen if she goes to lando's stupid party.

her phone hums in her hand again, and she reads the text out loud knowing her friends would ask about it.

"it'd be a small hangout with maybe twenty of us, just want you to be there," y/n can't help but smile at the words on the screen.

her three friends gush at lando's text.

"we can help you with your outfit!" rachel squeals again.

"are you going to go for hot or slutty? or both?"

"guys!" y/n laughs, "the party isn't till tonight."

steph stands, "she's right. we'll get out of your hair so you can sleep, and get rid of this sex-driven hangover you have," y/n sends her a glare.

"just text us when you need us!" brianna calls before the three of them leave y/n alone in the room.

—

"when did you get this little number?" steph pulls out a small red dress from the back of y/n's closet.

steph, brianna and rachel came back to the room an hour ago. rachel helped with y/n's makeup and hair, while brianna and steph were trying to find the perfect outfit.

y/n already vetoed three of steph's picks, stating they were too much for a simple dorm party.

she continues shaking her head at both girl's picks, just making them groan.

"aha!" brianna now pulls out a short dark green velvet dress, with spaghetti straps that cross and twist in the back.

when y/n doesn't shake her head instantly, steph throws both her hands up, "she loves it!"

"no, no i never said that."

steph shrugs, "you basically said it without words."

she takes the dress from brianna, "it's not that bad. only problem is i can't wear a bra with it."

brianna laughs while steph explains, "if you're gonna get laid again, bra's only waste time."

"i'm not having sex with lando tonight!" y/n defends.

"who said anything about lando?" rachel jokes, making y/n's cheeks flush.

y/n triple checks her hair and makeup after steph threw a pair of converse at her, explaining how strappy heels are just another obstacle for horny college guys.

considering lando's dorm room was only a block away, y/n insisted she was fine with walking by herself. she sent the small four person group chat when she started walking up the two flights of stairs to lando's floor.

y/n didn't know why she was nervous. she saw lando less than twenty-four hours ago, and it's not like this is the first time being inside his room.

before anymore consuming thoughts fill her brain, she knocks quickly at the door.

damn, y/n thinks to herself, seeing lando leaning against the doorframe. she hates to admit it, but she doesn't think she's seen anyone look as good as lando does at this very moment.

white shoes cover his feet, with baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, with that stupid backwards hat covering his curls again.

"you just gonna stand and stare all night?" lando smirks, and y/n simply ducks under his arm to go inside. "sure, come on in, make yourself at home," he mutters while closing the door.

the first hour since y/n's gotten there goes by smoothly. like lando said, there was probably sixteen people crammed into his dorm room, with loud music playing and drinks were being poured left and right.

lando, subconsciously or not, stood near y/n almost the entire night. when he gave her a shot he stood next to her after she downed the alcohol. when there was a group talking, lando was sure to be around if y/n was there. at one point lando's hand was on the small of y/n's back, not that she was complaining.

as people started dispersing from lando's dorm room, y/n helped him tidy up. she threw any beer bottles or cans into the garbage bag lando held open for her. he asked if she needed a ride home, but assured she'd be fine considering she only had two shots the whole night.

"thanks for the invite lan," y/n smiles up at him as he leans against the door frame again, watching as she started to walk down the hallway.

"i'm glad you came," he states, making the girl turn to face him. "i'm sorry i've ignored you for the past two years, and treated you like shit."

lando looks down at his shoes, only to find the tops of y/n's shoes now in front of his. he lifts his head, seeing y/n was in front of him now, and not down the hallway.

"why did you treat me like that?" y/n's voice wasn't angry or filled with venom, she just sounded confused.

"i told myself i wasn't ready for the commitment of a relationship," lando's voice is quiet, as he regrets his past actions.

"it's stupid, believe me i–"

"would you tell yourself that now?" she cuts him off.

"what?" it completely catches the brit off gaurd.

"would you say you're not ready for commitment now?"

lando chuckles dryly, "i don't– i don't know y/n. where is this coming from?"

before y/n can think straight, her words leave her lips faster than her brain allows them to stop.

"i'm not sure if you've noticed, but i miss you lan. i really do. i think about you way more than i should, probably five times a day at least. almost everything i do reminds me of you and i hate it. i hate how i can't just call you to ask you to come over and watch a movie. i hate how much of an idiot i was when i actually walked away from your room," y/n takes a breath before continuing, not noticing lando's sincere look. "i should've turned around and tried harder to get you back, and i've kicked myself in the ass everyday because i didn't."

lando doesn't say anything at first, still taking all of her words in carefully. y/n swallowed before turning back around to walk away from the boy who broke her heart, she wasn't going to let him break it again.

her movements stopped once she felt a hand on her wrist.

lando simply pulls her back in front of him, catching her other arm with his other hand as she slightly tripped over her own feet. he moves his hand from her wrist to the side of her face.

lando's adams apple bobs before bringing y/n's lips to his. he stands up straighter once her hands reach his waist. y/n goes to pull away, but lando has other plans when he pushes the back of her nack, crashing his lips to hers.

the pair stumble backwards back into his dorm, moving around the small kitchen to go to his room. on the way, both of their shoes are discarded somewhere by the front door, as well as lando's hat and y/n's phone and wallet.

lando's shirt and belt are hastily taken off by y/n before he lays down on his bed, quick to pull the girl on top of him. he sits up slightly as the two begin to kiss again, a bit slower but more than passionate this time.

lando pulls back for a moment, taking in the sight of the girl in his lap. her hair already tangled in places from his fingers running through the strands. her widened pupils from anything but alcohol this time.

he leans forward again, capturing her lips in between his, as his left hand moves to her shoulder. the slow and intimate moment is new for the both of them, as he slowly pushes the strap of y/n's dress off her shoulder.

"i'll take care of you," lando admits, "i won't try and push you away this time."

"i won't let you," y/n whispers with a shake of her head, before pulling his chin to kiss him again.

[blushweddinggowns]

Part 2

He has no right to be here.

He knows that.

He does.

Eddie watches as people pile into the church, all of them dressed to the nines. It's a Harrington affair through and through, and the sight of all these people that he knows Steve hates makes him feel sicker than he already is.

If he wasn't on the edge of crying he would have laughed at himself, like he had any right to judge anyone here. He's the one who dumped Steve. Perfect, wonderful, lovely Steve who just needed a few more years. He just needed to make sure the kids were safe until they graduated. But Eddie couldn't do it. He needed to leave, and Steve needed to stay.

So he ended it. Just like that. He ended it.

He hasn't seen him for three years. By all appearances, it was a good choice, the best thing he could have done for himself. Because against all fucking odds Eddie Munson ends up as a success. He's a star, a famous musician discovered in a shitty little bar. He somehow managed to actually live the dream he used to fantasize about.

He lives it up. He parties, he drinks, he fucks, he spends his early twenties being young and dumb like he always wanted.

And it's horrible. It's so horrible that it becomes hilarious to him. Because he knows why it's so bad. Of course he knows. But it's better this way, really. Because Steve deserved better than him anyway. He deserved someone he didn't run away, full of flimsy excuses of wanting to be out of the shitty town that made him. When the truth was he was scared. He was terrified about how much he loved him. Because what was he going to do when the day came when Steve realized he could do better?

Eddie wouldn't have been able to surivie it. So he left instead. Like the coward he was. He left so he could be miserable and famous but at least Steve could finally find someone who deserved him.

So it really was all for the best. That's what he tells himself, because if he doesn't he'd go insane wondering about what could have been. He has himself convinced that he made the right choice. Maybe not for himself, but at least for Steve.

He doesn't realize how bullshit all of that was until Dustin lets it slip. They're doing the normal routine. Dustin visits, Eddie spoils the shit out of him, and on the last day he asks about Steve. He always tries to keep it casual. Tries to never let his desperation to know what's happening shine through. But it always does, bad enough that Dustin can't help the pity in his eyes when he tells him.

Steve's getting married.

Eddie wasn't aware just how much words could hurt him until that moment. He'd been called every bad name under the sun, a queer, a freak, a fag, you name it and it's been said. But this is the first time someone else's words make him feel like he's dying.

He wasn't invited to the wedding. Why would he be? But he still found it. Because he's a glutton for self-punishment. He hadn't seen Steve for three fucking years, and he chooses to wait till his wedding day?

But it's too late for regret, he's already here. His eyes keep scanning the room, just waiting for him to show up. He probably looks like a creep, dressed in all black and fucking sunglasses, sitting right by the door. He's basically in a fucking disguise, mostly to stop Robin from finding him and kicking his ass.

Speaking of, his eyes widen at the sight of her. She's slipping out of a door to the side, quickly wiping at her eyes before joining the crowd of people. His eyes drift back to the door.

Eddie's on his feet before he knows what he's doing. It's stupid, maybe the stupidest thing he's ever done, but where Robin is, Steve is sure to follow.

And he's right. It leads to a small dressing room. And there he is. Just like that Eddie's in front of the only man he'll ever love. Or at least, behind him. They were alone, and Steve hadn't even noticed him yet, too busy adjusting his hair in the mirror.

He still has time to leave. Besides, he didn't come here to ruin everything. He didn't, really.

But he doesn't turn around. Instead, Eddie locks the door behind him. He takes off his stupid sunglasses and clears his throat to speak, but is immediately rendered speechless when Steve turns to look at him.

He's just as gorgeous as he remembered.

His eyes widened at the sight of him, mouth opening and closing like he can't quite believe what he's seeing. Why would he? Eddie never reached out. He ignored the times that Steve did, always too ashamed of himself to face his own mistakes.

Eddie always expected Steve to lash out when he saw him, if he saw him. Lord knows he deserved it. But he doesn't. He just looks...sad. And those basset hound eyes are almost enough to bring Eddie to tears himself.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked, voice quiet.

Eddie hadn't actually prepared anything to say. His plan was to watch the love of his life marry someone else than drink himself into a stupor at his hotel. He...he hadn't expected to end up here. But there are a million things he wants to say to him.

I'm here to tell you I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was a coward. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough and I made it your problem. I haven't stopped thinking about you. Ever. There hasn't been a day that goes by when I don't regret leaving. And I thought, maybe, just maybe if I saw you move on with my own eyes I could let you go.

But none of that is what comes out of his mouth.

"Run away with me."

If Steve didn't look shocked to see him before he sure did now, "W-What?"

"Run away with me," He repeats. Because it's what he wants. It's what he needs. It's been three years of hell without him and Eddie can't do it anymore. He can't.

He hates that he's the cause of the tears springing up in Steve's eyes, but he can't take it back. He won't.

Steve looks away, eyes trained on the floor, "You can't do this to me Eddie. You can't."

But he is.

Eddie's made his choice. He was a fool to think he was capable of coming here without trying to steal him away. Of course this is where he'd end up. And he'll say anything to get him back. He doesn't care that he's too late. He doesn't care that this whole thing makes him a bigger piece of shit than he already was.

He'll be underhanded, he'll be dirty, he'll do anything to get Steve to leave with him, he doesn't fucking care. Because Steve Harrington is not going to get married today.

He waltzes right up to him. He grabs his chin and forces him to meet his eyes. He probably looks crazy, he feels crazy, "You don't love her like you love me."

He's never met her. He doesn't need to. The way Steve freezes up is all he needs to know that he's right.

He doesn't deny it, but he deflects, "Why are you doing this? You left me. Did you forget that part? I didn't end it. You did! A-And now what? We're just going to ride off into the sunset together? Like you weren't the one to just cut me out of your life-"

"Yes," Eddie interrupts. He feels calm, eerily so as he speaks, "We're riding off into the sunset together. Even though I don't deserve it. I never deserved you. And I was so fucking scared of when you would realize that. I let it eat away at me. So I left. Before you could do it to me. And I was wrong."

"Stop," Steve tries to step back, but Eddie won't let him. He wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him close.

He can't stop talking, even if he wanted to, "I was so wrong Steve. And I've been miserable ever since. Because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I'll never stop thinking about you. Even if you tell me to go to hell and get hitched I'll just wait for a divorce. Because you are the only one for me. And it took me too long to say that out loud. And I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry Stevie."

Steve weakly tried to push him away, but his heart wasn't in it, "Please stop."

But he can't, "I love you."

Steve's eyes are closed, a futile attempt to keep the tears at bay, but his voice comes out strong, "Eddie, I-I can't do this again. I can't. If you left me again I...I just can't."

Eddie can't help but wipe a few of the tears away for him, "Angel, look at me."

He waits for Steve to open his eyes. He looks so fucking beautiful that it hurts, especially since this may really be the last time he sees him again.

But he has one more trick up his sleeve, "Tell me you're not mine and I'll leave."

"W-what?"

"Tell me you're not mine. Say the words out loud and I'll let you go."

Steve stares at him. He's mad, beyond pissed that Eddie has the audacity to throw that in his face, but he's desperate. It was the last thing he said to him, murmured through the driver's side window of the van, seconds before he drove away.

I'm still yours, even if you don't want me anymore.

Eddie had cried the entire ride there after hearing that. And then a few days after for good measure. And here he is, completely ruthless at what he's willing to pull out, "You're mine Steve. You know you're mine."

It's such a fucked up thing to say, but it's true. But it's not the whole truth, "And I'm yours. I've always been yours. Tell me that's not true and I'll leave."

But Steve can't. He can't do it, just like Eddie had known he wouldn't. But what he hadn't expected was for him to surge up and kiss him.

It feels like he fell in love all over again, just from one simple kiss. Because it felt like magic was real and it decided to take on the form of Steve Harrington's lips. It was everything he had missed. Everything he had dreamed about. Eddie tangled a hand into his hair, helpless to do anything but kiss him back, harder and deeper. He wanted to be burned into Steve's memory for all eternity. He wanted him to always remember the moment that they came back to each other.

Because that's what this is. Eddie's certain, Steve was his, and he would never let him go again.

They only stop when there is a knock at the door, a muffled question asked that they can't hear over the sounds of their own breathing. It's enough to have them pulling away from each other, but they ignore it nonetheless.

Steve searches his face, one last test. Eddie can only guess how he looks right now, probably just as desperate and terribly hopeful as he felt. Whatever he's looking for, he finds it eventually.

Steve sighs, glancing toward the back of the room, "There's a window we can probably fit through. Because I'm sure as hell not going out there."

Now it's Eddie's turn to cry. Despite all of his confidence, the certainty that they were supposed to be together, he hadn't really expected it to work. But here they were, giggling with each other as they scurried out of a first-floor window, making a run for Eddie's car.

Eddie can't help but kiss him again before they get in, muttering against his mouth, "I love you so fucking much Stevie. I'm not going to fuck this up again. You won't regret it, I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you don't."

Steve grinned into the kiss, "You better."

There was still so much to talk about. Too much. And they'll fight and they'll scream and everything will get worse before it gets better. And Eddie's so fucking grateful to get the chance.

And for the first time in three years, he feels alive again.

[scaralvr]

⠀⠀ 💤 GOOD LOOKING! scaramouche x gn!reader

synopsis: kunikuzushi is confused as to why his 'heart' craves something besides you, his lover. when he comes to realize he abandoned you just like his creator and friends did to him, he returns only to be greeted by nothing. ୨ sfw, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort ୧

⠀⠀📋 this is a short nd silly little filler post while i'm working on heaps of reqs atm😵‍💫 this is based off of suki waterhouse's song good looking!!

kunikuzushi seeks something greater in the comforting and quiet life he has with you. after three betrayals, he's finally found someone to love and care for without having to worry about them leaving. but why is it that his heartless chest yearns for something else? is it possible you're not what he needs?

he awakes in a cold sweat when he finds out. a heart. the puppet longs for a heart of his own. being able to love and be loved wasn't enough, or so he thought. one day when you leave to get groceries, kunikuzushi asks if he can join you, to your surprise. and of course, you could never turn down your lover.

you smile and allow him to go to inazuma city with you. you tell him it's good for him, that he has a chance of meeting new people and improving his communication skills. and kunikuzushi may have met people, but definitely not the ones you would've wanted him to.

tides thrash inside, baby, i'm high octane

you find your lover's presence to be something rare nowadays, as you're spending nights alone with an empty bed and a blank mind. it's not as lively without kunikuzushi, you would think. you turn to face the window and the moon is high and proud among the pitch black sky filled with stars.

the familiar sound of the door opening alarms you and you get out of bed with a hopeful smile on your lips. "kunikuzushi!" you greet the puppet with a warm welcome as you help him take off his materials. lately, he seems to be indulging in oddly different clothes rather than the ones you sewed just for him.

his gaze is so cold and distant. you notice this while waiting for him to speak up, but he never does. scaramouche brushes past you and slides the shoji doors shut to his room. your heart twinges for a moment. you were hoping to finally talk to him after what seemed like forever, but he must be busy again. surely, he doesn't need his lover as a thorn in his side.

fever in a shock wave, my core vibrates in an opium haze

scaramouche barely remembers he even had a lover to begin with. he supposes being occupied with fatui business has taken a toll on his memory as well, besides his physical and mental state. he allowed the doctor to perform strange tests on him after studying scaramouche as a specimen. he'll admit; the "harmless" experiments performed on him were rougher than he expected, but all's fine.

if he can't take on all of this pain on his own, how can he continue his path to stealing the gnosis and becoming a God? through these experiences, scaramouche has come to hate mirrors. when he looks at himself, he finds the same vulnerable boy inside him despite changing so much within time. the split ends of his hair remind him of how he ruthlessly cut it himself after his mother abandoned him.

he merely scoffs at the thought. only weaklings dwell upon the past. scaramouche is the present and future; he believes that the past is a waste of time and it will always be that way. yet through all of this time, he didn't even realize he left someone else in the past.

yet you think we're the same

scaramouche doesn't notice your disappearance until it turns into months, maybe even more than that. well, it doesn't matter, if anything, this should help. he'll deal with the pain all by himself like he always does and it'll strengthen himself as he journeys to the birth of his becoming of a God. but why does it hurt moreso than usual?

scaramouche doesn't understand why he holds too many emotions. he doesn't want to have emotions and he never needed them in the first place. he believes it's a flaw, along with the other mistakes his creator made when making him. he doesn't understand why tears cascade down his face in an uncontrollable state as he curls up on the bed, void of anyone's warmth.

starting at that point, he began to change into the pleasant yukata you sewed for him rather than his uncomfortable fatui attire. the scent of you still lingered in the cotton as he buries his nose into the material. scaramouche solemnly pulls away and looks around as if he just awoke from a bad dream.

"where are you... (y/n)?" kunikuzushi queries.

the skyline falls as i try to make sense of it all

kunikuzushi can hardly pay any attention to his fatui duties when he finally realizes your sudden disappearance from his life. you promised to stay by his side, and that you did, but where were you now? maybe you went down to the city and he simply didn't notice. although, your trips don't usually take this long.

kunikuzushi is aware he doesn't have a heart, so why, why is there an inexplicable pain in his chest where it's supposed to be? it hurts, he cries to himself at night as he recalls all of the innocent lives he took, their blood in his hands as he kept it to himself. a poor excuse for a God in the making...

he felt so useless and lost. how much time has past? for how long were you already gone? did you leave of your own accord? did someone else take you away? questions plagued his mind as he could hardly rest with such thoughts.

i thought i'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more

as time passes, he grows a temper that would make anyone turn the other way the moment they saw him. scaramouche is filled with nothing but loathe for this wretched teyvat he roams and the heavenly celestia that watches upon him. why did they take you of all people? what made you leave?

these are the type of things that he's thinking the second he sees you after lesser lord kusanali takes the gnosis away from him. he can't tell whether it's real, and in this case, it probably isn't. but he hasn't seen you in so long, he doesn't care if it's short lived. scaramouche allows himself to sink into your embrace, unknowing of the fact that he's falling to the ground after the wires of the machine detached from him.

"it hurts, (y/n). i don't want to be here anymore," he cries into the crook of your neck as you hush him, your fingers brushing through his hair. "you're the strongest i've come to known, my kunikuzushi. continue what you began for me. i'll be waiting for you."

a kiss is planted against his forehead and he awakes from his slumber.

you adored me before, oh my good looking boy.

in a frightened state, the wanderer looks left and right, searching for your whereabouts. it doesn't take him very long to find you, for you're sound asleep next to him. he slowly gulps and his hand hovers over your face in hesitation. dear teyvat and celestia above, can something go right for once? just this once, as he's suffered for so many years and he doesn't wish for it to continue.

your eyelids flutter open and he quickly retracts his hand. you look at him and your lips form a smile. the smile he came to love and missed for the longest time. then, you part your beautiful lips to speak, and your voice is as soft and gentle as ever. "what are you doing up so late, dear? you and the traveler have a busy day tomorrow, don't you?"

you ask as you gather all of your strength to sit up, still half-asleep. he struggles to release a sentence from his mouth, even a word would do good, but he just couldn't. his lips are agape as he marvels at your presence. you sleepily giggle, "oh, love. you can't keep slacking off, you know that, right? the traveler's little fairy... thing, paimon, is constantly talking about how you seem so lost in your thoughts all of the time."

"i..." a word. he finally speaks. "can i..." all of a sudden, tears begin to stream down his face and you're taken aback. "k-kunikuzushi, are you alright?" you question him in a panicking state as you're fully awake, sitting on your knees to examine his face. he takes it upon himself to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his arms slithering around your torso as he clings to you for dear life. his hands are clutching at you as if you were to disappear at any given moment, but it never happens.

the one and only time, can he feel relieved. his muscles aren't as strained anymore as he allows his frail body to make your embrace its home. you pause, your movements at a stop as your body is tense, but you rest your hand in his hair. "can i stay here? i don't feel like helping the traveler with whatever tomorrow..." he mumbles, hoping you'd say yes, at the very least. a chuckle escapes your lips.

"of course, love. we need more time alone, don't we? but for now, let's rest together." you pull away as he does and you slot your lips into his. he eagerly indulges in the kiss and his chest, though heartless, comes to be filled with a happy warmth that can cause a grin to break out onto his features. "rest with you... i need that, more than ever."

© scaralvr.

[sparklingsjy]

enhypen's reaction to you wearing revealing clothes and other members checking you out

note: requested by anon!

contains: suggestive (hyung line) and tiny bit of smut (sunghoon), these big babies have jealousy issues, mentions of getting drunk and niki threatening his hyung LOL

heeseung:

first off he LOVES when you wear revealing clothes

heeseung loves admiring your body so whenever you show it off, he's your number one hype man

unfortunately he does get possessive once he notices jake checking you out

"y/n you are looking GOOD"

"watch your mouth jake"

"yes sir!"

he knows jake means no harm but once you dress to impress, he has to remind EVERYONE that you belong to him <3

. . . . which means a long night of seeing stars and the members teasing you guys for being loud :')

jay:

you're funny if you think he's going to let you be with the members for 5 minutes in a two piece skintight black dress

his girlfriend in revealing clothes near his members is already a sign to run

once jay sees you WHEW you better cancel your plans tomorrow cause you will NOT be walking straight

"trying to show off what's mine? hm?"

you are in for a night of aggressive make outs (and more) but the after care is AMAZING

i love jay sm can he be mine already

jake:

he's so down bad

this man genuinely cannot believe you're his when he sees you in a short silky red dress

he caresses your curves and gives you kisses all over until he hears sunoo and jungwon complimenting you

"how did jake get so lucky with y/n..."

"she looks so pretty"

"do i always have to remind you guys that she's with ME? keep your compliments to yourself!"

once he takes you to his room he gets all pouty bc he's a big baby who gets jealous quick and wants reassurance LOL

sunghoon:

"yo sunghoon y/n is looking hot tonight"

"can i take her upstairs with me?"

jay and niki LOVE pushing hoon's limits

maybe it was a mistake wearing a very revealing dress to heeseung's party

but did you care when hoon had you bent over in front of the mirror in the guest room? nah!

yes he's a shy boyfriend but this man WILL claim you if you test him

"you looked so pretty tonight baby" "only i can see you like that" "you dressed like that for me, right?"

hoon will leave you looking like a mess and covered in hickies

but only he'll be the only one seeing them so i guess it's worth it at the end :>

sunoo:

you wearing a tiny pink dress is what lead you to being showered in compliments by sunoo

"y/n you look like a princess!" "i'm so lucky to have you"

sunoo is so cautious with you and makes sure you're comfortable :(

"are you sure you want to go out like this? i'm happy you wore this for me but i want you to be comfortable too!"

however, you dressing like that had jay and heeseung's eyes on you

"sunoo you should share y/n with us"

"yeahh she looks so pretty! how did she fall for you?"

"maybe because i'm the only normal one in this group . . . and better looking"

jungwon:

wonnie is used to you wearing revealing clothes when going out at night with your friends

but he's not used to the teasing that comes from his members yet, especially sunghoon

"jungwon you're a brave man for letting her go out looking all sexy"

of course, wonnie was already staring daggers at sunghoon once he noticed him checking you out

"she knows who she belongs to so quit watching her every move hyung"

before you leave the house, he's telling you to not fall for another guy and if anyone tries to bother her, he's outside waiting to pick her up

jungwon trusts you that you'll make the right decisions and will help you get ready for bed once you guys return <3

even if it means causing a ruckus because of how drunk you got LOL

niki:

you and niki both love fashion so it's not a surprise that you're wearing the tiniest clothes in existence for a photoshoot

niki and his members went to support you but they ended up drooling over you instead

"stop drooling over someone you can't have"

"you're lucky she's even with you when i exist"

"you're lucky i haven't laid my hands on you jake"

"niki! he's older than you, be nice"

"he's drooling over my girl!"

he gets feisty when his members tease him over you LMFAO

but then again, seeing you dressed like that just made him love you even more

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ending note: thank you for reading !

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Since ive been playing Stardew again, mainly thanks to Stardew Expanded, and have been on a Stardew kick in general:

How would the different villagers (base game, no mod villagers, with maybe the inclusion of Marlon, Gunther, Krobus and the dwarf maybe?) react to a cottagecore (actual) witch (wizard, spellcaster, whatever you wanna call this version of the farmer) who, while making artisan goods like jellies and mead, also makes potions and enchanted knick knacks that help people too?

Hewwo :D

As you can see, dear anon, I got rather... carried away with the question, so I apologize for the long reply. I hope you enjoy it, and thanks again for the ask! 💕

SDV townies react to the cottagecore wizard/witch!Farmer who, in addition to artisan goods, makes potions and enchants trinkets:

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Shane doesn't mind the home-brewed beer and hot peppers from the garden that the Farmer regularly treats him to, but doesn't need to be told about the trinkets and stinky herbal concoctions and other weird stuff. The chicken lover doesn't believe in that (even though he's facing a real wizard/witch), and he has pills for his hangover.

No matter how hard Marlon tried to talk the Farmer out of it and explain that they didn't owe him anything for his help (a.k.a. "how once again Marlon had delivered the unconscious Farmer home"), but the new member of the Adventurers' Guild was stubborn and left on Marlon's table a dozen life elixirs that they had brewed themselves, as well as a whole basket of fresh apples. Well, it was rude to refuse, but the old adventurer still wanted the Farmer to be careful in the Mines next time.

A good luck bracelet? Ha! Thanks, Farmer, but Alex doesn't need one. He's a real sports star (not yet recognized, but soon!), and he relies solely on his talents and muscles. Although, if an athlete knows Farmer very well, he won't turn down a bracelet. Although he's not superstitious, a gift from a friend as a token of attention really touched him. Not that he'll admit it out loud, of course.

"Will I be able to fly?! Or talk to animals? Will I be able to talk to trees too? Will I turn into a dinosaur? Or invisible? I'd like to become an invisible dinosaur!" Yeah, I guess it wasn't such a good idea for the Farmer to announce to Vincent that they were brewing potions in addition to farming. Who knew the boy would be so intrigued by the Farmer's activities, after all, where else would you see a Farmer who could not only make cheese, but also do magic things?

Jas is a pretty smart girl, and quickly guessed about Farmer's unusual talents. She promised to keep it a secret.... If the Farmer promised to show her those unusual black chickens. Given that the farm is not far from her aunt's ranch, Jas often comes to visit the hospitable Farmer, just to watch them conjure or make cheese. And for black chickens. So cute!

To be honest, Marnie is a little... confused. She doesn't really believe in magic and all, but one event has made her reconsider. The Farmer recently gave her an totem that they say protects her lovely chickens from forest predators (poor Marnie is still grieving over hen Matilda, who was stolen by a fox). Now foxes approaching the coop howl, as if wounded, when they see the totem and run away. A coincidence, or does the totem really work?

"Ah, fellow craftsman! Glad to see that the practice of the arts of alchemy and enchantment is still not extinct." Wizard knew from the beginning that Farmer was connected with the magical world, but even for him it was a surprise that the young talent could cast complex spells and brew potions. And most importantly, help the locals (well, or at least not harm anyone). Hm, he was just looking for an apprentice, and Farmer would be perfect candidate...

Leah isn't much into elixirs and talismans, but when the red-haired girl fell ill, the Farmers were the first to help and gave her some funny-smelling potions that made her feel better instantly. They also treated Leah to some homemade goat cheese and fruits. Witch or not, Leah was glad to have such a caring friend and promised herself to do something for the Farmer in return.

Even though Demetrius had no desire to offend or insult the Farmer in any way, the scientist will look very sceptical at the amulet the Farmer offers him for protection against evil spirits. And for all the spells that the Farmer shows, desperately trying to prove to Demetrius that they are real spellcasters, he will wave his hand, saying that it is all scientifically explainable. Farmer is levitating, the hell you mean scientifically explainable?!

Clint wanted to ask something about a love potion, but quickly silenced himself before the Farmer could hear anything. It would hardly be true love if you put that magic stuff in there.... What?! No, he didn't mean anyone in particular, they heard nothing! In general, the blacksmith doesn't care if the Farmer grows strawberries, enchants bracelets or practises fortune-telling.

Abigail has become a very frequent visitor to the farm. The violet-haired girl sometimes likes to sit in the Farmer's kitchen, helping or watching them make blueberry jam or pickled tomatoes. But most of all she is interested in watching them brew potions or just the way the spoons stir themselves thanks to magic. Abigail will also ask them to make her a elixirs taster ("Pretty please!").

Perhaps Lewis would have just politely ignored the Farmer's statement that they were a wizard and that they would be happy to help him and the people of the Valley with potions, but still the Pelican Town Mayor decided to try his luck and ask the Farmer one specific question. Hmm? Why did Lewis need a stamina potion? Erm, well, Lewis wanted to start doing, er... exercise, and- Never mind, forget what he just said, Farmer.

You know that look on some parents' faces when their little child hands them a craft made of dirt or leaves, and the adults try to squeeze out a smile and say what an interesting thing their kid made? That's what was on Jodi's face when Farmer gave her the gift with a proud smile. Thank you so much for the fresh vegetables, Farmer, and, umm.... What's with the skull pendant with the glowing eyes? "Luck pendant? Ahahaha, how nice, thank you!" (Jodi dies inside).

A small woven basket, containing some fruit or goodies, and a small vial of purple liquid.... Almost everyone in the Valley had received a gift from the unusual Farmer, and Robin was no exception. The carpenter doesn't know what's up with the "potion to cure diseases", but she's just glad that the Farmer has fit into their little community so quickly and takes care of everyone like family. Robin smiles genuinely and is already on her way home with peaches given by the Farmer to treat her husband and her children.

One day Haley is sure to drop by the Farmer's to visit and ask them to let her have a photo session of their farm. Because this place is sure to be a winner in Zuzu City's "All About the Country life" photo contest! Plus, the blonde-haired girl discovered the delights of rural life, and the Farmer themself turned out to be a very interesting person. But Haley can't stand the smell of the cauldron. Why would the Farmer have a cauldron in his kitchen?

For about an hour now, poor Maru has been racking her brains and searching medical books and scientific articles for any information about the ingredients that the Farmers, as they themselves claim, put in the "potion". It's phenomenal - a liquid that instantly cured Maru's burn on her arm! (the result of a failed experiment). Poor Farmer only wanted to bring the young inventor the cure and fresh strawberries, but ended up being showered with a mountain of questions from a exited Maru. "Magic? Witches and wizards? Nonsense!"

Kent had been standing by the front door of the farmhouse for some more than ten minutes now, keeping his eyes fixed on the broom that was brushing the porch steps by itself. Either his nightmares had made him crazy, or those pickled mushrooms the Farmer had treated the military man with (and given several jars of mushrooms as a treat to his family) were laced with some sort of hallucinogen. Farmer stepped out onto the porch. "Ah, I can use magic to make a broom sweep!" Apparently it was the mushrooms after all, Kent thought.

Did someone say pendants with stones that have magical properties? Or dreamcatchers? Then Emily's on her way! Nothing brings the blue-haired girl more joy than discussions about amethyst, that ability to enhance the wearer's intuition, or the positive emotion-filled bracelets she's made for her friends. Granted Emily has a slightly different field (and Farmer's pendants are enchanted for real), but she would be the one closest to Farmer's interest in making trinkets of all sorts to help others.

Oh, Gus knows well that if he needs the best quality produce for his meals, the owner of the Saloon can ask the hard-working and kind Farmer for help. Admittedly, at times he is a bit taken aback when the Farmer still offers him unfamiliar herbs and products that they have made themselves. "Moon salt", what is that? Seems edible, even delicious! Definitely going into his escargot.

"That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life." Whoa, Pam, you don't have to be that blunt with the person you're getting a gift from. Yes, the bracelet may not have the most adorable look, but the Farmer is a spellcaster with experience, and this trinket will help bring Pam happiness, wealth, and- "Thanks for the mead and the parsnips, kiddo, but I'm not taking this creepy bracelet." Pam, don't be rude to the Farmer, where's your manners and gratitude?

Yoba, Harvey tries to be polite and patient, but he can't stay away when he sees Farmer offering other residents elixirs that, they say, will "instantly cure illnesses"??? He is a doctor, and has devoted years at university to curing people, while Farmer is engaging in, pardon his harsh words, quackery?! However, when the doctor is convinced that Farmer is a real wizard/witch, he quickly apologizes and goes into a crisis. Someone give this man a glass of wine or Harvey is about to freak out.

Oh, no, no, no, no! Pierre had already made a mistake once in his youth when he bought a "talisman that brings wealth and good luck" from a stranger who claimed to be a sorceress, but it turned out to be just a cheap glass craft. So he had to create wealth with his bare hands. The shopkeeper would refuse all the amulets offered by the Farmer, and the strange elixirs too. But to buy their homemade strawberry wine of iridium quality is always welcome!

When the Farmer had just arrived in Stardew Valley, Willy had once told them that he had an amulet against all sorts of misfortunes, which he had had to sell because the money was almost gone. The old sailor had already had time to regret it, but you can't bring back the past. Farmer remembered this moment, and out of kindness made a real sea amulet for Willy. And unlike the old one, this will definitely protect him from treacherous sirens or huge deep-sea monsters while fishing.

"So enchanting objects for each other is normal for humans?" Krobus had thought that only the Wizard had knowledge of the forgotten arts, but it seemed he had missed some details when he had studied the lives of the local people of Pelican Town. People usually don't do that? Oh, alright..

The amulet that Sebastian received as a gift from the Farmer looks so cool and creepy that Sebby has started wearing it with his everyday clothes. True, the young man was a little distrustful of the Farmer's words about the "enchantment" of this trinket. He was interested in all sorts of occult things, but was not sure about the magic. Farmer, in order to prove their words, gave him another "frog magnet" talisman. The next day, by Sebastian's surprised face and a dozen frogs jumping after him, it was clear that the local emo definitely believed now.

An enchanted pendant that allows you to see artifacts hidden from human eyes... That explains how the Farmers were able to find and provide Gunther with such rare specimens of forgotten civilizations. Did they make such an amulet themselves? Amazing! What? An amulet for him? Thank you very much, Farmer. Now together, the two of them can not only restore the local museum to its former glory, but also make it even better!

Penny doesn't know what the little bottle of liquid the Farmer gave her, but her flu is gone in just an hour after she empties the contents of the bottle. Thank you so much, Farmer, for helping the young teacher by giving her this medicine. "My pleasure, the elixir of healing diseases isn't that hard to make, the main thing is not to overdo it with the wolfsbane." "W- what?...." Penny didn't have time to ask again, as the Farmer handed her a basket of oranges and wished her good health, running off on their own.

Linus had time to show the young mage (yes, it's no secret to him that they have a magical gift) all the secret places to pick unusual berries and mushrooms. Because he knows that the Farmer will definitely use it in brewing elixirs to help people, and that can't help but please the good-hearted wild man. Plus, he has to say thank you somehow for that wonderful blueberry pie.

From the Farmer's window there is almost always the smell of delicious baked goods or the pleasant scent of flowers, and Sam, without noticing it himself, has begun to walk past the farm often. The young guitarist doesn't need to be told twice when he's invited for pie or maple donuts. Farmer is always happy to have guests, especially if the guests decide to brighten up their mornings with a beautiful music. "What's brewing in the pot?" "Elixir of immortality." "Cool. Wait, what...?"

"These leaves give the tea a rather unusual flavor. And I think I'm beginning to see... flowers in my eyes. Dear Farmer, are you sure you've worked the tea leaves properly?" Caroline, your tea made the Farmer's eyes see a white little man dancing on the edge of your mug. So don't go blabbing about the Farmer's homemade tea. They certainly know the basics of herbology and alchemy, and know how to brew the most complex elixirs. So don't even-

Given Dwarf's suspiciousness, they didn't take any medallions or elixirs from the Farmer at first, because it could have turned out to be a devious plan by the shadow people. What if there's poison in the bottle? Or the medallion reveals their location to the enemy? It takes a long time before they can trust the Farmer, and later they have something of a bartering relationship with potions (the Farmer gives Dwarf elixirs out of the goodness of his heart, but Dwarf insists that the Farmer needs to get something of equal value in return).

Hmm! Why would George want this useless trinket, even if it was free? So they could sit on a shelf and gather dust? Farmer, he doesn't believe in all that focus-pocus, so he doesn't need those strange and ugly bracelets and amulets that also smell weird. A spellcaster? Don't be absurd.

Farmers were so kind to come and visit, and they also brought some goodies: ripe berries, homemade cottage cheese... And they even brought George some ointment for his bad knees, how nice of them! And though it's not clear if Evelyn believes the ointment is magical, and if she knows that Farmers can cast spells and communicate with animals. The granny is just glad that such a kind and caring young person came to their house, and without cookies, which just had time to cool down, Evelyn will not let them go.

A lonely, city-weary man who had been hiding their magical talent was finally able to escape the suffocating clutches of a mega corporation to drop everything and move to the middle of nowhere where they could find their happiness and calling... Yes, Elliott is definitely sure that this would be the perfect story for his new novella. The writer was so taken by his own muse that he wasn't even surprised by the fact that the Farmers, in addition to caring for crops and livestock, can do magic and brew elixirs. Novella now, questions later!

Morris has absolutely no time for nonsense, why did the Farmer give him some strange liquid in a bottle? A cure for back pain? Very funny, but he wasn't born yesterday to believe that nonsense. Except that Farmer's curiosity and puppy eyes made Joja's manager take a sip.... And no more back pain! Hmm, interesting... Farmer, how about a contract to sell this miracle liquid?

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Note: I hope I didn't deviate from the main question because I couldn't decide if the people of Stardew Valley believe the farmer is a wizard/sorcerer/witch by default, or if some know and some don't? And how are talismans and potions even viewed from their perspective (Shane, at least, doesn't believe in magic, judging by the canon quotes). I'm open to feedback! 😃

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

" I need three full days" had me 👀💦 mountain man take me by the hand! 😂

Oh my gosh and feral, the way you write him with that very natural rizz. I love it so much.

And maul. The way you write him is so deliciously dark and tempting. ❤️❤️❤️

I just hold my phone and swoon every time I read your work.

Compliments aren't necessary to get more work out of me, but occasionally it can be quite effective. Thanks for this.

A couple of scenarios I've thought about maybe a bit too much:

Three Brothers/Three Dates Pairings: Feral x Reader (gn), Savage Opress x Reader (gn), Maul x Reader (f!) Rating: Mature Warnings: Sexually suggestive/nothing explicit

Feral: Tell him something is forbidden and he'll make it his prerogative to investigate. He's not afraid to show you the former Nightsister Lair (boarded over), the broken altar (definitely off-limits), and the ring of tombs belonging to the former Mothers (decidedly not on the tourist brochure.) Says he'll keep you safe from the dark things that dwell beneath the mountain when he spreads out a romantic picnic, the light from the pools of ichor painting everything grey and green. Glow worms cling to the ceiling in the caves. It's quiet. It's private. It's just you two, alone in a place where only the bravest Nightbrothers bring their paramours for a little light necking. You nestle closer, certain he'll protect you, and you never mention a thing when he threads his fingers through yours -- even if they're sweating a little.

Savage: All about reviving Nightbrother culture in the aftermath of Maul's return. Traditionalist. Book of Shadows Thumper. Set on reclaiming everything that was lost "so that younger generations can learn from what we've endured." Knows every inch of Dathomir from the Dreaming River to the Whispering Caverns, up to the highest peaks where Gorgara once nested. Loves a stroll through places most treacherous -- the highest gorges, the steepest canyons -- mostly because he enjoys the feeling of your body pressed to his, breathless and dizzy from the view as you clutch at him. Savage likes holding your hand and helping you across the stones and broken trees that litter the forests, showing you the parts of his people's history that are still thriving despite all odds. It's part of him -- he says its transformative, and there's something magical in the way his firebright gaze catches the Domir's rays, overlooking it all with his arm around your waist. He sees Dathomir's potential. He believes in it with a fervour, and it's catching, because you can almost see his vision when he points out where he'll build your house someday -- right there in the valley of those mountains -- with his own two hands.

Maul: Has never been one for public displays, but like the shadow he is, the glide of his body around yours from engagement to conversation is a dance that leaves you dizzied with yearning for him -- and there's no question to whom you belong: he's never far, circling you like a binary star as the night's revels turn to enticements beyond the dining and the music and conversation. The syndicate presence on Dathomir offers many diversions, and it's not all work as one would have you believe. Evenings are for revelry as much as they are making new business dealings, enjoying the spoils of your efforts across the galaxy in secrecy. And he is the perfect consort: swathed in black fineries that reveal his Nightbrother markings. Long robes and a trim waist, and you are dressed to match him -- a subconscious effort to claim your place at his side, perhaps, but it's his penumbral presence that really stakes a claim. Those small gestures and possessive touches to your elbow, your shoulder, the small of your back as the night falls over the mountains are the most telling -- leaving you firebright with wanting when the graze of fingertips across your palm turn teasing, his breath on the back of your neck, his murmured promises for later when you'll be alone with him once more. No one dares interrupt your private tete a tetes between flutes of champagne, and yet everyone notices the way his gaze smoulders when he watches you take little sips of that sparkling liquid -- as if he knows intimately the feeling of such a tender press of flesh to something so cold and unyielding.

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is one of the first male WAGs (in the original meaning - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/WAGs) supporting his football star husband Hob.

And because he's Dream (maybe he's an equally famous musician/artist/model) the attention of the press is high.

For the most part, Dream can deal with the negative attention, but sometimes it gets to be too much. Hob tries to be loving and sensitive and be available for cuddles and affirmations.

I love this idea!! Famous football star Hob is such a fab image. Very sexy.

Dream has a... hostile relationship with the media, overall. He just doesn't play their games, doesn't give them what they want, and they hate that he's still so successful anyway. So they take any opportunity to bring him down (it doesn't help that Desire writes a gossip column).

Meanwhile Hob is much more easygoing. He's the type to smile and wave at the paparazzi. But. BUT. There are exceptions. One time he ended up in court for punching a photographer who got weird with Dream. People are definitely scared of him.

Every week during the season Dream will show up in his big black coat to cheer Hob on as he plays. Hob is his team's star striker and he claims that he can only score with his husband watching him. Dream doesn't mind bracing the cold to see Hob on the pitch in his little shorts, maybe pulling up his shirt to wipe his sweaty face...

And after the game, Hob always shows up to escort Dream out of the stadium. Doesn't matter if he's been sent off with a head injury or if he's just won the FA Cup. He's there with his arm around Dream, shielding him from the press and whispering to him. Dream always looks rather smug as he leans into Hob’s embrace. Once he actually flipped the bird to a passing TV camera.

The roles are reversed at London fashion week where Dream will strut the catwalk while Hob sits in the front row looking like the cat who got the cream. There are some rather steamy shots somewhere of Hob mouthing Dream’s nipples through a see-through outfit at an after party. They never got published, but Hob bought them for his private collection.

So yeah, Dream doesn't give a fuck about the media but he'll gladly mope about it until Hob scoops him up against his lovely musclar chest and covers him in kisses. He's Hob’s princess and he deserves it.

[zelphin124]

DreamTale Short Story

This is the prize for the honorable mention, @cakesmelons from the SeasonTale Creative Challenge! Apologies it took so long to get to.

My writing commissions are still open! (If you can, please commission. I'm digging into emergency funds right now.)

Enjoy!

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"He's not getting any better."

Killer paced outside the big black door, his hands squeezing his skull together. He was panicking, and he didn't know what to do.

Dust came out with a list of things the boss would need, but none of them were obtainable anytime soon.

Horror did his best to slave in the kitchen, but the boss would barely eat anything.

In fact, he had been sick for weeks. Nightmare couldn't get out of his bed without throwing a heap of coughs. The gang had never seen him like this before, and it worried them. It was so bad that all missions and plans were cancelled week after week. Even Killer started to get bored. But all of them were concerned for their boss.

"What are we going to do?" Horror was the most concerned about Nightmare out of the three. He barely ate and slept just like the boss, all to make sure he was okay.

"Nothing we have is working," Dust flipped through his list again. "Everything that we would need is out of stock in the AUs we've been to... we've stolen it all."

"So then we go to more AUs and get more medicine!" Killer hissed, stopping his pacing. "We find more of it, and give it to boss..."

"It's not working!" Horror cried. "He's just gotten worse..."

"We need blue bone fiber," Dust said. "But... no one has it."

"The last time I saw it was when we were fighting the Star Sanses," Killer sighed. "There's no way they would give some to us..."

There was a moment of silence as Nightmare hauled a dozen or so coughs that echoed inside his room. Each cough hurt the trio's souls worse and worse. Although Nightmare could sometimes be cruel and unnerving, he was still their boss... and he took them in and cared for them.

"What if they did give it to us?" Horror proposed.

Dust's face looked like he just got hit by a baseball bat. "The heck you mean, 'what if'? They would never!"

"They might," Horror argued. "This is Nightmare we are talking about... didn't Dream have some sort of attachment to him?"

"Duh, they're brothers," Killer rolled his eyes as his soul flickered. Black tears started to drip down his skull. "But that was like, 500 years ago-"

"But what if he still cared for Nightmare?" Horror continued. "Surely, we could convince him to give us some medicine to help his sick brother."

"And give away the info that he's deathly ill to our enemies? Are you out of your mind?!" Dust hissed, throwing his clipboard on the ground. "Think with your brain for once!"

Killer pulled on Dust's shoulder, holding him back. "Actually..." he put his phalanges to his chin. "We could... manipulate Dream."

"We've tried that before and it didn't work," Horror shook his head. "I say we tell him upfront we need his help."

"You two are insane," Dust pushed Killer away from him. "They. Would. Not. Help. Us."

"Dream tends to be more deceivable when Swap and Ink aren't with him..." Killer smirked. "And he goes to visit that weird stump often."

"Maybe we could catch him there..." Horror added. "And we should be honest with what we need."

"Eh, who needs honesty when we have knives?" Killer smirked, pulling one out of his pocket and twirling it before walking away. "Come on, I'm sure he'll be there tonight!"

Dust's head bellowed with smoke coming out of it before he shouted in frustration, following after Killer. He seemed to be in an argument with himself again, despite him claiming it was his brother.

Horror sighed, hoping beyond hope that this would work. He creaked open the door to his boss' chambers.

Nightmare's eyes were glazed over as he stared at the ceiling. His hands were properly folded across his chest, and he looked unnaturally gray. He didn't have enough energy to sit up when he coughed, which slowly suffocated him. Thankfully, Killer sat him up earlier when he was asleep, but it only helped a little.

Horror mouthed some comforting words to his boss and to himself before he closed the door and bounded after the others. This has to work... his chest ached with anxiety. I don't know what I would do if it doesn't...

* * *

The gentle ray of sunshine looked so dim in the dark clouds. His light wasn't as bright when he stared at the stump in a forgotten land. Oftentimes, he would mutter words unbeknownst to anyone else. Sometimes, onlookers could catch him crying.

Dust had difficulty keeping Killer quiet as they sneaked up to Dream. It took everything in Killer to not giggle from excitement. The grin on his face was one of a girl getting to buy her favorite doll.

Dust hated it.

Horror thought it was amusing.

The more Killer smiled and laughed, the most Dust threatened to push him out in the open, away from the bushes. Horror encouraged Dust not to. They were close to sneaking up on Dream. One wrong move, and their plans might be screwed.

"I'm sorry, mother," The voice of Dream stopped them in their tracks. Expect for Killer's giggling. Apparently, everything was funny to him.

"I am doing my best to protect the balance, but it's hard..." Dream sighed. "People don't have hope anymore, and it weakens me..."

Before Horror could stop Dust, he pushed the laughing Sans out into the open, cursing at him.

Dream spun around, wiping his face as he observed Killer. His eyes widened, and he summoned his bow.

"Woah woah woah," Killer glared at Dust in the bushes before slowly approaching the ray of sunshine. "No need to shoot that, I'm not here to fight."

"Then what are you here to do, Killer?" Dream glared, extending his bow with each step Killer took.

"Hey can we not just talk? Not everything's gotta be about fighting ya know?" Killer bowed playfully, one of his hands gripping a knife behind him. "It's not like I'm going-"

"What do you want, Killer?"

Killer shrugged and sighed like a kid before standing up straight. "I know you still care about your brother."

Dream's grip on his bow loosened. He seemed taken aback. "W-What do you mean?"

"Come on now, I know you still spare him in battles. I see how you fight him; I see how you hold back."

"He's taking too long..." Dust whispered. "We need that blue bone fiber fast... Nightmare skipped his other medicine."

Horror shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he should go up and be honest, unlike Killer's stalling.

"It doesn't matter if I hold back or not," Dream sighed. "I still will stop you!"

"If you wanted to stop us, you would have already," Killer shrugged. "Now, I've come to make an offer. One that... I don't think you can refuse."

"What offer is he talking about?" Dust hissed.

Horror shrugged. He too, had no idea.

Dream glanced over at the bushes where Dust and Horror were hiding. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he lowered his bow. "What... offer?"

"Tell you what, Dreamy," Killer took another step up the hill. "How about we end this lil war of ours? Let's make a deal, and neither of us have to suffer."

"What's the catch?" Dream asked.

Horror couldn't wait any longer, Killer was taking too long. He sprang up from the bush and ran over to where Killer was. "We need blue bone fiber!"

Dream took a step back in surprise, before narrowing his eyes at the two. "Let me guess, Dust is with you too?"

"Idiots," Dust hissed as he casually trailed behind.

Dream shook his head and backed away. "Nuh uh, I ain't getting ambushed by you three-"

"We are not here to fight, Dream," Horror sighed. "Nightmare is sick... very sick... it's why you haven't seen us."

"We need the blue bone fiber to heal him, stat." Dust added.

Horror watched the conflicting emotions swirl in the sunshine's eyes. So he does still care, huh.

"That... makes sense," Dream whispered.

"I was getting there, guys!" Killer rolled his eyes. "I was striking a deal!"

"Nightmare wouldn't agree to a deal without his permission!" Dust barked.

"To save his life, he might!"

"That's not-"

"Boys," Dream interrupted them. "Look, I understand the dire of your situation. I can give Nightmare the blue bone fiber that I have... on one condition."

"Anything," Horror answered before the others could speak.

"I will go give him the fiber."

"Ain't no way," Dust shook his head. "Boss would not be happy about that."

Killer laughed. "So, you can kill him with your positivity?"

"I wouldn't kill him," Dream sighed. "I just... wish to see him again. If he's not so busy trying to kill me... maybe he will just hear me out..."

"You can give it to him," Horror answered. "Anything to save his life."

Dream stared at Horror for a long time before he smiled softly. "I'm glad he has you guys. You care about him... You risked coming to me to save him, it shows a lot. Thank you for... taking care of him all this time."

"Oh whatever," Dust sighed. "Can you give him the blue bone fiber already?"

"I will go grab it, and I'll meet you at the castle." Dream replied.

"Well hurry up," Dust hissed as he dragged Killer by the arm. "Your brother doesn't have long."

* * *

"He's in there."

Dream nodded softly before following Horror into Nightmare's room. The sunshine winced as he came in direct contact with negativity. It didn't slow his pace, however. He had a mission to save his brother, regardless if the murder trio liked it or not.

Nightmare's hands shook as Dream got closer. "What... are you... doing here..."

Horror found it intriguing that Dream remained silent as he crushed the blue bone fiber in the bowl. He sat on the edge of the bed and slowly fed it to Nightmare, the negative unable to resist.

"What did you... do..."

"Blue bone fiber," Dream answered his brother. "It will heal you within the next two days or so."

Boss seemed bewildered, and his eyes barely opened as he glanced at Dream. "W... why?"

"I..." Dream paused, wiping his teary eyes again. "I don't want to fight anymore. I miss my brother... I just want to have peace with you..."

Nightmare's breath was shaky as he tried to swallow the remaining fiber. "You... missed me?"

"I've always missed you," Dream sighed. "I never liked fighting you. I just did so you would stop killing people..."

"I..."

"But that doesn't matter right now," Dream continued. "I want you to get better, and I want you to recover and be okay. I care about you..."

Horror watched as Nightmare's weak hand barely touched Dream's.

"... I... care about you... too..."

Dream had to hold in his positive feelings of reassurance and resolution as he grasped Nightmare's hand. "I'll be here for you, brother."

Nightmare coughed again. "Go... now..."

Dream nodded and squeezed his brother's hand one more time before stepping towards the door, Horror following close behind. He couldn't help but notice a small smile on his boss' face before shutting the door. He sighed softly as he glanced at Dream. "Thank you, I don't know how to repay you."

The widest smile covered Dream's face as he brushed his arms and cried happy tears for the first time in a while.

"No, thank you."

[theglamorousferal]

Ancient of Space Danny

Danny doesn't notice at first.

That's a lie, he knew something was happening to him, he just didn't know what.

It's been a year since he took the title of High Prince, the Zone waiting until his ghostly majority was reached to crown him King. He doesn't like to think about the fact that it'd be on his 100th deathday, as thinking about the fact his family will be fully dead and he'll be spending eternity doing paperwork made him panic. He's mostly adjusted to the influx of power he gained by taking over as King. New artifacts were made better to suit him, new royal jewels made for a more peaceful rule. The ring, made of onyx, containing a star sapphire that glowed an icy blue. The crown made of ice that shone bright white, electricity flashing in the crystals. The Ring of Peace, and the Crown of Chaos. Both artifacts together helped him as the new Balance. The point between life and death.

His power had settled in the last year. He'd spent hours training with Pandora and Frostbite to control the strength to his attacks. He talked more with his sister , and found he did like meditation. He kept track of his progress with the help of Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. He was settled.

So why did it feel like his skin was too small for him now?

Why does it feel like no matter how much power he expends, that there is still more to him?

Why doesn't he tire anymore? He's not sleeping, he doesn't feel tired, but people aren't supposed to be awake this long right? It's been a week.

His skin itches as he lays there trying to sleep. Tossing and turning, and why do I feel bigger than my body?

He finally decides to just go for a fly, maybe it will help tire him out if he does a few laps around the city. He transforms and shoots off above the cloud cover. He bursts through the clouds and he can see the stars and the moon and -

Peace.

His skin stops itching, his body seeming to radiate outwards, glowing like a beacon. Waves of an aurora begin to trail behind him as he paints the sky with light.

A cloak of stars tumbles into existence from his shoulders and his arms extend outward as if to embrace the clouds. His smile grows and grows and it's so large it's nearly splitting his face. His hair flows around him and little glittering stars fall from it like snow. His eyes darken to black holes with pinpricks of light at the center. His laughter echoes through the air, the clouds muffling it to sound like thunder.

He glides through the sky, broad strikes of light dancing behind him until finally, finally, he tires.

Slowly he begins to shrink, he morphs back into his normal body. the cloak of stars fading away, his hair moving it's normal way, no stars falling from it, his arms folding in on themselves until they are back as well. His eyes brighten back to his normal ecto-green. His smile softens until a small contented sigh leaves his lips.

Drowsily he gently floats back to his bedroom window and flops onto his bed after transforming back into Danny Fenton.

Tomorrow he'll have to figure out what is going on. Tomorrow he'll have to face whatever it was that just happened. Tomorrow he'll have to tell everybody else about what happend.

For now, he's going to finally sleep.

[atalossofwords]

Please ramble about canon Ivan, what have you cooked for him divulge your secrets

I'M KISSING YOU ON THE CHEEK RN /P

Okay so, for starters, maybe all of this has been discussed and I just haven't seen it because Twitter gives me hives. So excuse me if my theories have somehow been disproved or are old news.

Starting off; where does he come from??

On Black Sorrow we see what is very possibly an auction going on; there's what looks like an announcer, little Ivan being displayed and what looks like statistics behind him, and a line of other children. There's been so many Alien Stages already, and since it's very clear Anakt grew the kids up FOR Alien Stage, that I think it's pretty unlikely that there's any sort of human colony where the aliens are picking the humans from. It's very much possible they're all being bred and sold just like dogs would for us.

I saw a post pointing out the flashes at the start of Cure indicating Anakt was also making body modifications on the kids (which I'm not going to include because they're a little graphic and I couldn't get a good screenshot myself anyhow), but here on Cure we can see little disheveled Ivan already has his red pupils.

I think it went like this; Ivan is bred at a high-class facility that does the modifications themselves (his red pupils, his snaggletooth) like those puppy mills that cut off a Doberman's tail to fit the breed standard and then auctioned off. His guardian THEN puts him on Anakt, hoping his pet will be trained and bring him money back.

(The only thing I can't fit with this is that scene in Black Sorrow where Ivan is dangled off a rooftop and sees the stars because. When did that happen? Who was that Alien? Who are the other kids???? Sobbing I want more info.)

Ivan and his Guardian's relationship is very much "pampered little pet". He is shown seated at a table full of food, but its not human food. It looks very much like a rich owner giving their own food to a spoiled pet. On the other shot, his guardian has one hand on his head, and on the background there is someone with flowers almost cooing at him, but in neither scene Ivan shows to even remotely enjoy the attention; he's passively accepting it, possibly because he learned early on that there's no use fighting the Aliens.

(Also, he is pretty young on both; if his guardian paid that much to get him, he'll probably invest in the upkeep, and a snaggletooth as prominent as Ivan's must need monitoring as he grows so it doesn't become "ugly".)

Now, about life on Anakt/Ivan's pet alien.

This scene shows up on both Black Sorrow and Cure, so it must be important. What is happening? Why are Till and Mizi so scared? The alien doesn't seem to be doing anything; it isn't approaching, and Till isn't even hurt besides a bruise on his face. They're both clearly put out by this alien, but Ivan seems so at ease with it.

I imagine that this is actually Ivan's pet alien, that his guardian shipped off to Anakt on perhaps the idle thought that Ivan is lonely? He doesn't interact with any students besides Till.

Also, look at what Ivan is caressing; his teeth. I know applying human logic to aliens doesn't work, but hear me out; animals don't tend to bare their teeth unless they're actively threatening someone, and by the look of this, this thing always has their teeth and gums showing. That must be incredibly uncomfortable.

So what if it was modified that way? The aliens modified the humans, why not also modify the giant boar-dog thing so it always has its teeth out, just like Ivan?? Ivan must feel some kind of kinship with the animal, and the scene of him looking at Mizi and Till being afraid of it...

I can't help but think Ivan's thoughts at the time were similar to "if you're afraid of it because it was changed, does that mean you're afraid of me as well?"

And, well. Don't get me started on his psychology, because that's all tied to Till, and I can make a whole other ramble about their cannon relationship lol.

[darkk-academic]

Tease

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV] [Part V]

[Morpheus x F!Reader]

Summary : You, Morpheus and a black light party.

Warning : Tension?

"And it's done."

Since you were still in contact with your friends from…earth? Land of humans? Whatever the term, you've been waiting for a chance to visit them again.

Bet Boss won't give you permission, not until you successfully shape one dream anyway, was Matthew's advice.

So, you'd thrown yourself into the task.

Into the task of actually creating a whole dream.

Your gaze trails over your creation.

Obsidian pillars littered with different imitations of nebulas stand tall along the border of the wide hall. The ceiling covered in the night sky and stars that shine neon lights down at intervals.

Music fills the area from no particular source other than the very atoms present in it. Glittering mist covers the ground, a distinct scent, a mix of champagne and absinthe, permeates the hall. 

A black light party, with a dream twist.

Your very first creation. Your very first dream.

"Enchanting."

At the compliment, your eyes flick in his direction.

He stands with his hands behind his back, adorning the black coat, a hint of pride in his starry eyes.

Crimson stains your cheeks. You laugh, giddy. Gaze scanning the scene once again, this time with delight, a sheen of tears covers your eyes.

"Thank-you," you reply. 

Dreamers will fill up the space soon enough, and you'll get to join, to see the effect of your creation in full.

Your reward, Morpheus had said.

"I'll go get ready," you say. 

Morpheus inclines his head in permission, you aren't certain whether he'll give you permission to leave that easily.

Well, you think, feeling the heat of his gaze on your back, maybe you need to give him a reward instead.

•••

Dressed in scant black clothes that leave your legs—down to mid-thigh—your arms and collarbones bare, you contemplate your makeup.

An array of glitters, sequins and paints lay scattered on the dresser, waiting for you to come to a decision.

"May I be of assistance?"

What the—

You whirl around, the action so fast it makes you stumble.

What is he doing here? In your room?

"No, no, it's… alright." You turn back to the mirror, under his gaze, keenly aware of how exposed you're in this outfit. 

"So…are you going to join me?" You question, diverting his attention. "In the dream?"

You don't think he will entertain something so trivial, busy as he—

"Indeed," he replies. "It is only convention to do as much."

Oh.

The realisation sets in slow, but once it does—

"Dressed like that?" You question, gazing at his reflection.

Morpheus tilts his head, staring at you for a beat, something shifts in his eyes. "I was hoping you could help," he states.

Stepping towards you, he slides his coat off his shoulders.

"What—" your voice octaves higher, "—are you doing?"

"Seeking your service, what else?" 

Your eyes lock on his reflection, watching as he holds your gaze, and in one swift motion he pulls his dark t-shirt off.

I—

What.

You blink. 

Mouth opening and closing like a fish.

The sight of his well-defined pectoral to his toned abdomen, renders you speechless.

Even your vision seems incapable to look past the expanse of pale naked skin.

"You appear deep in thought—"

His voice snaps you out.

In the span of you becoming a staring statue, he has seen it fit to construct a countertop right in the middle of your room and perch upon it.

"—I appreciate your diligence to contemplate in such a severe manner, just to provide me with the best artwork."

He…

He is such an ass.

Fine, two can play at that game.

Picking up red paint and a brush, you saunter in his direction.

Putting the supplies next to him, you get ready, dipping the brush in the paint. 

Stepping between his parted legs, you fight the images threatening to consume your mind, hesitating for a moment before settling your hand on his lower abdomen, his muscles tense under the touch.

You decide to go with the Celtic symbol—Serch Bythol with ivy curled around it, starting from the lower-left corner of his abdomen working up towards his right shoulder, covering his sternum.

Fingers featherlight tease him, as you continue to paint, acting nonchalant, paying extra attention to the hitch in his breath.

Palm trailing low under the pretence of adjusting your hold, comes to rest under his navel. He sucks in a sharp breath.

Biting your lip, you peer up at him through your lashes. "Alright?"

Your only reply is a rather jerky nod.

Hand sliding up slow and deliberate, gripping his shoulder, you step closer, letting your front push against his, you keep your gaze on the shoulder you're painting.

Even when he smothers a strangled groan, you keep the smugness you feel off your face.

Once finished, you turn to face him. Nose brushing his as you do. You move the brush closer to his face—

He captures your wrist in his hold, centimetres from his face.

Staring down at you with fathomless eyes. "My turn," he rasps.

•••

The tables turn.

Now it's your turn to sit on the countertop as Morpheus sits on a chair—which he built again, in the middle of your room—looking up at you.

"There are more supplies on my dresser, and here," you say, holding out the paint and brush to him.

His lips stretch into an almost amused smile. "I do not have any need of them."

"Wh—"

The words turn to ash in your mouth once his hand curls around your heel, and yanks you forward.

You yelp, surprised you haven't fallen.

Or maybe not considering he has excellent control of everything that comes inside the dreaming, so the countertop must've moved to accommodate the gesture.

His thumb and forefinger encircles your ankle.

Your breathing stutters, heartbeat rising.

You watch in awe as a shimmering white and silver design comes alive under his touch, following his instructions, and wraps around your ankle.

He starts by the ankle going up your calf, fingers cold against your heated skin, trail up and up, languid and achingly soft they trace a design around your leg.

Heat pools in your belly, you resist the urge to press your thighs together, resist the urge to surrender under his mellow torture.

A moan catches in your throat as his palm glides up to your inner thigh, thumb rubbing there. 

Please, you want to plead. Fuck the game. Do something. Touch me. Please. Please.

His hand falls away.

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop a whine.

Standing up, he strides closer, leaning down into your face.

His hand snakes around your throat. Nose grazing yours, your lips part as you take shallow breaths.

He holds your gaze, free hand coming up, you feel two of his fingers right on the curve of your chest, below your collarbone. 

He bites down on his lower lip.

Sweet lord...

You swallow hard, fighting the desperate need to wrap your legs around his middle and—

"Finished."

No, I'm no—

You blink.

Becoming conscious of the absence of his touch.

Before you can utter a word, he's leaving with a, "I shall see you there."

As soon as he leaves, your breath leaves you in a whoosh, head hanging low, you try to gather your wits.

Scanning your figure in the mirror, before you leave, you finally notice that the design he drew is actually vines, twirling around your right leg, a mix of white and silver, they glow like starlight—

Gaze narrowing, you scrutinise them a bit more, this time seeing the faint black tracing the centre of the vines, giving the illusion of darkness chasing after light.

•••

You're dancing to the beat of music, eyes scanning the vibrant perimeter for a certain King.

All in vain.

He's here, you know, can feel the current against your skin, and yet, you fail to find him.

It's like he has submerged into the shadows. As though after winning—you admit, reluctantly—the previous round, he doesn't wish for you to spoil it, by winning again like all the other times.

Regardless, you need his permission for something, a permission you'll make sure to get by the end of this dream.

Your search, once again, comes up empty.

You huff in frustration. Very well, you know what will drag him out of whatever hole he's crawled in.

Eyes latching onto the nearest dreamer, you take a hold of their wrist and start tugging them through the crowd and over to the elevated stage.

Taking the centre, you stand in front of the dreamer, back to their front. Grabbing their hands, you place them on your hips, swaying lightly to the beat. Narrow eyes gaze down at the party crowd as you slide your hand up to the back of their neck—

You find him.

Stepping out of the darkness, he stares up at you.

Gotcha, you smirk.

The dreamer's lips meet the junction where your neck meets shoulder. Gaze locked with Morpheus' you tilt your head to the side, giving them access.

You're twirled around, and dipped. Upside down, your gaze still stays on him, letting your fingers glide from the middle of your chest to your belly as you're pulled up again.

The dreamer's hand abandons you all of a sudden.

"This dream is over."

Chuckling, you turn to face him. Hands folding, you raise a brow in question. "And what was that?"

"It is your duty as a host to see to it that your Lord is satisfied." Two fingers under your chin, he tips your head up. "Your Lord, first and foremost."

That so?

"Of course," you agree. "Will you dance with your host then?" You offer him your hand, palm up.

"With honour." He takes your hand.

•••

One hand on his exposed shoulder, you circle him, trailing a finger down his spine as you get behind, delighting in the shiver that runs through him, then you're facing him again.

He spins you in place, then pulls you into him. Forearm supporting your waist, he dips you, nose grazing the exposed column of your neck and jawline—your heart a staccato—before you're tugged up.

You both lose yourself to the music, to the rhythm, to the drunken moment of heady haze.

His hand grips the back of your thigh, locking your leg around his hip, he swivels with you.

Instead of dropping your leg, you tighten it. Palms tracing his front—the muscles flex beneath your touch—moving up, they settle at his nape.

Bringing your face near his, "Morpheus?" You whisper.

His dark eyes track your lips as they form his name. "Yes?" Voice hoarse, he replies.

This is it.

"I need your permission for something," the words that leave your mouth carry a heavy suggestive tone. Intentional. Calculated.

"You needn't ask for permission," he states, gaze still glued to your lips.

Trampling down a grin, you lean into him, lips touching the crook of his neck, you repeat, "Really?"

"Really."

Resting your mouth next to his ear, you tug at the hair curled around your fingers. "So I don't need your permission to do anything?"

"No," he breathes out.

"You swear?"

You roll your hips, the action making the hand that's been running lazy circles at your waist come to grasp your other thigh. 

"I swear."

You do it again, a little more fervent, biting the inside of your cheek to stop from moaning at the feel of him.

His fingers dig into your thighs. A groan rumbles out of his throat, a honey dripped sin, one that forces you to close your eyes.

You don't want to stop.

Morpheus drags you closer.

Oh, fuck.

But if you want to win, you'll have to.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Taking a shuddering breath, you try to recompose yourself. Reminding yourself of the game.

"Thank-you, my Lord," you whisper. 

Nipping at his ear, you pull away completely.

Dubious, he blinks down at you, lips pouting in confusion.

It'll take him a while till he understands what happened, won't it?

"Until next time, my Lord."

Then you're disappearing into the crowd. Breathing and heartbeat at an all-time high because of the encounter, adrenaline rushing through your veins at wrangling out a promise from The King of dreams.

And if there's a small voice inside your head yelling at you for leaving, you shove it deep down.

Victory is yours for now.

A flash goes in your mind, of red paint, pale skin and a special symbol.

You smile.

And so is the Lord of Dreams.

………………………………………………………………………

A/N :

I have never written something like this before, so, apologies if it's not really good.

Serch Bythol is a Celtic symbol which represents Everlasting love. Ivy is a symbol of, among many other things, devotion and loyalty.

Do you guys think that there's a hidden meaning behind Morpheus' design too?

Also, do you guys like Thessaly? If so, you might not like the next part...well some of it anyway.

Hope you guys enjoyed this.

Thankyou! ❤️

[ask-the-amph-greater-universe]

I’ll respond to as many of the scenarios you listed as I can let’s see

Draconis would at first be looking for the starholder, not really trusting this place, but when he finds Chapter he’ll probably just leave him there, he only takes stars from people he deems evil and it’s not like this guy is hurting people. He debates bringing him back to reality but isn’t sure he’d react well to that.

Bold of you to assume Draconis will let them be dismissive of him. He’s probably going into dragon form to pick them up and examine them. Not like he has any fear of any of em. Draconis doesn’t know enough about Antares’ world to want to steal his star, he’s just having fun messing with them.

Draconis would just be curious of Runaway Eclipse, no real taunting just talking to him

Honey isn’t deemed evil so no star theft there, although he’d probably offer to take them to his world to help fix Cider.

Draconis will humor Beastmaker for a bit, maybe going dragon form when they try to transform him. He is secretly planning star theft though

Depends on the deal Blue Moon tries making with him, but the initial attack will lead to Draconis taunting him a bit. I mean Draconis has five stars on his body alone, so I can’t imagine the star hating guy has a very good reaction to that.

Ahh. I wasn't quite sure What type of star sealer he was. There's quite a bit more scenarios that would be interesting but we'll go with we got.

I mean chapter is just sitting in a closet asleep with maybe his Star chucked to the side. Chapter is literally just sleeping silently. Although it's clear from like the dust and cobwebs that are literally on his person that he's been sleeping for a really long time. If they do wake him up he will be grouchy and asking why the hell would they disturb him from his dream space. His only friends are there.

I mean everyone will be very upset about being picked up. But they aren't exactly surprised by the dragon? How depending on where he is Horn, Black Stars pet dragon might get territorial. Most of them will be grouching about how he's just trying to get attention because he's too prideful to realize that his life is a waste. And most of them all assuming since he's definitely not Sun, he must be an eclipse.

As long as they are at first very nice runaway won't run away at first. He'll exchange a simple greeting and say he seems like the strongest powerful thing around here. And he will be very obviously somewhat terrified and just hoping he doesn't try and kill him.

Honey will be thankful for any sort of help. He isn't really sure Cider is fixable. Seeing the horrors of the universe is not something you can quite program out. But a more hospitable place will be greatly appreciated. Although cider might quietly mumble that he doesn't want to leave Apple behind. Apple being the wither storm that did this to their universe in the first place.

Beastmaker is a mix of childlike wonder and recklessness to the point of being near suicidal. The dragon though will just impress him heavily. He enjoys it very very much. He wants it very much for himself. Also good luck getting the star. Because he's basically merged with it. Or maybe it's the whistle. I've never honestly thought where the star is.

I mean Blue Moon's not going to be the one making a deal. They want this man dead. Honestly Blue Moon will tell him he's abusing power that shouldn't be his. Plus the fact that, ahh. Well Blue Moon's going to be glowing like a freaking god. Blue moon gets magical power from the stars. Not the direct Creation magic boost. But basically it's like he's taking the magic from all the stars and merging it into some powerful ass spells. Blue Moon will probably match him in magical strength.

[peculiarbluerose]

Sebastian Sallow Headcanons 🐍

WARNING: Spoilers for Hogwarts Legacy (this is not a maybe, this is a definite)

Since Sebastian is my personal favorite (alongside Ominis) and also most everyone else's, I figured I would do some headcanons for him~

• His reflection in the mirror of Erised would be his twin sister, Anne, healthy and happy again

• When it's not a school day, he's usually wearing grey or black sweaters

• He has a pretty straightforward relationship with MC; he's protective of them, just as much as they help him out with his sister's cure

• I mean, he definitely has romantic feelings for MC...

• Have you SEEN the way he looks at us in the cutscenes? *faints*

• If You're Slytherin, he definitely will hang out in the common room in the middle of the night with you, especially if you're unable to sleep or having a bad day

• "Besides, I like having friends in my debt" Slytherin KING 🐍

• If anyone is Slytherin, it's Sallow. He's determined, ambitious, cunning (apparently so 🫥).. Slytherin... 🤌🏻

• He's the type to put his arm around his SO if he feels jealous, or protective, or comfortable... or any time, really.

• He never returned that book to Salazar Slytherin's secret study.

• If MC went down the path of selling him out to the headmaster, he probably still would be trying to cure Anne.

• He's the most stubborn dude you'll ever know

• Well, at least he is right after Ominis and anything to do with the dark arts

• His favorite Unforgivable Curse is definitely crucio

• Sebastian's overall aesthetic is dark academia and edginess and bruises and battle scars

• But as your lover, it's fluffy hair, stars, warm sweaters, sneaking out at night...

• His relationship with Ominis is unrivaled (I think that's just canon, though-)

• I AIN'T EVER SEEN TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS-

• He'll probably try to sound smart and attractive by saying something in Latin and then telling you what it means

• He'd follow up with "or was that something else...?" all the while scratching his head.

• He'll get defensive when you laugh at him

• He probably did try to drop that thing on Leander's head during that duel...

• Speaking of which, Sebastian also has a reputation for getting into trouble and being sent to detention, so he's likely that one goofball kid in class that's always up to something

• Him and Garreth should have a standoff

• Okay, Seb isn't THAT bad, but it's funny to think about

• Only Anne is allowed to call him Seb or Sebby, unless he really, really likes the person (rare occasion)

• You'll never know his inside jokes with Ominis. Never.

• Sometimes, you two will sneak out late, but just early enough to grab a butterbeer or two from Hogsmeade

That's all I got homies

[novasintheroom]

083. Blind

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.7k

♡ Warnings - none

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Every time I

Look into your eyes

I am reminded of

The stars in the sky.

Vash sticks out his tongue, pen hovering over each line carefully. Well it…certainly was a poem. He sighs and rubs a hand over his face. Is he ever going to get good at this?

Looking up, he sees you chatting with some of the locals nearby. You’re listening intently to a pregnant woman and her woes under a metal awning, nodding and humming to her gestures. You’re a good listener. Always have been. You’re probably sniffing out any odd jobs either of you can do to earn some cash as well.

As if feeling his eyes on you, you glance over and give him a quick smile and wink. It sends his face flushing, chuckling and scratching the back of his neck shyly. Vash gives his own wink back. He looks back down at the little black book in his lap. Leg shaking up and down, he tries to think. How to describe you? How to tell in a poem what you mean to him?

He tries again.

Your hair like silk –

He crosses it out.

With grace like swans, you –

Double cross. (What even are swans?)

My heart reaches for you

Even when we disagree –

He groans and closes his book. This is useless.

He hears your voice and looks up. You’re waving goodbye to the round wife and her skinny husband, calling out a ‘thank you!’ before jogging up to him. He reaches out his hand and takes your own, squeezing it. “What’d they say?” He asks.

“Do you want her life story, or just the help the blacksmith needs?” You grin.

He laughs and stands, careful on his right knee as it aches. It’s what he gets for landing on it wrong. “What does he need?”

You shrug, pulling him along gently as he puts his little black book into one of his pockets. “Just help hauling stuff around. Maybe with drawing up copies of blueprints he can sell.”

“Hm. Good work for both of us.”

It’s a quiet walk back through town. The sun is beginning to set, and it’ll be time for dinner soon. Vash’s stomach rumbles in anticipation. He’d smelled sausages somewhere near here earlier. Maybe you two could get some hot dogs.

You’re on the same wavelength, it seems. You tug him toward the market, where more people are milling about, eating, and chatting. Someone is grilling meat outside one of the shops, and it isn’t long before you both have some tomas sausage sandwiches in your hands.

“What were you writing in your little book today?” You ask around a bite.

Vash feels his ears redden, and he swallows slowly. “Nothin’. Just journaling.”

You hum, looking around at the crowds. “I need to catch up on mine. It’s been a few days.” You take another bite, hand seeking blindly out for his while your mind wanders. He gives it, squeezing back. He looks at your two hands together, intertwined and a little greasy from the sandwiches.

And suddenly, he is struck with inspiration. He finishes his sandwich quickly – he has to catch it before it leaves. He digs around for a pen frantically. Is this what artists feel when they are struck by the muses? You look over at him curiously when he pulls his hand away and takes the book out again.

Gnawing the inside of his cheek, he starts writing.

I would find you blind;

In the darkest of nights

I would seek out your hand

and know.

The tell of your breaths and beat of

Your heart –

Enough to drive me

To find your name on my tongue

In whatever life we are part of.

I hope we are one of many.

He flourishes the ‘y’ to finish the poem. It’s still rusty, but man, does it feel right. He smiles, looking up at you and falling in love again. You look back with quirked brows and a smile. “Okay, you’re writing about me; you only look at me like that when you’re getting sappy.”

Vash laughs. He laughs and laughs and kisses you, so grateful to have you. He won't show you the poem - not yet. But he'll continue to try, to write your existence in his life with the best words he can come up with.

[sdyd]

* ALWAYS WATCHING OVER YOU. sentence starters from kaigan games' horror series, simulacra. change pronouns / tense as necessary.

now we are luminous, a bright star. all shall see us !

I've been trying to reach out ...

thank god I found this phone.

you are not worthy of respect.

poor unfortunate soul.

you're just like the rest, a sheep.

tragic. we can change that.

you think you can stop me ?

I have no use for someone who accepts the world they are given.

no one truly deserves anything.

I ate and entire pizza by myself in five minutes.

tell me I'm pretty.

material attachment is so pedestrian.

behind your glass screens, behind your black mirrors, is a reflection of reality.

we seek those with extraordinary influence.

you are lost.

it is easy to be led astray when you are so broken.

you deserve to be followed.

you looked through his phone ?!

he has the nerve to accuse me of invading his privacy.

you're the one who went out of line.

I am not even mad, just disappointed.

how are you feeling ?

can you stop being so emotional right now ?

you've got the wrong person.

I'm not who you think I am.

you're better than this, [ name ].

what are you rambling about ?

maybe he'll slip up and tell you something we don't know.

there's something on my mind ...

it's not my fault that she left you.

if you're obsessed with me, I get it.

there's something off about him.

it's too late for me.

she can still be saved.

do not trust its' words.

nothing is what it seems.

I saw him, then I blacked out.

it only reveals itself too its' chosen

he told you, didn't he ?

I am her as she is me.

if it is me you wish to see, so be it.

impressive. a worthy pretender.

you have seen through my mask.

do you crave the truth so badly ?

the material society is fading, a digital one taking its' place.

she did nothing wrong and nothing right.

is that how you've been feeling ?

expecting him to follow you is pointless.

your actions will carry weight. live with them.

fuck this silent treatment. fuck it so much.

hello, worm.

don't forget your headphones.

no more losing, only growing.

when you look into my eyes, you can see it looking back.

join the fun !

worms, how are we feeling today ?

my followers are my puny worms.

there is no end or beginning.

we will never be separated.

pretender.

soon, this will become your reality.

hola chikas !

grovel as we consider your divinity.

that old fool mistakeningly thinks he has solved this.

your concept of right and wrong eludes me.

your own suffering will lead you back to us

how does it feel when everyone leans on you for guidance ?

don't compare yourself to me. ever. you're not on my level and you never will be.

don't you kids link everything to the cloud these days ?

are you having a stroke ?

who's going to believe us if we said some face - tearing monster killed them ?

I'm not a cartoon rabbit.

life hurts a lot more than death.

yes, a person was ruined.

this is not your memory.

I was lost and you sensed my need. I followed your path and you kept me from falling.

you need a form. a new body, a new face. a true face ... I will do this for you.

what is the current status of the investigation ?

[ name ] appears to be on this alone.

focus, please.

tell me, what do you see ?

step, seek, and proceed.

your path is coming to an end.

tell me, what do you doubt ?

find the truth.

my perversion fails to deceive you. you have seen through my mask.

what's the worst that could happen ?

we will never be separated.

you showed me that the human heart can hide so much more.

you have given me a great gift.

why won't you just let him be happy ?

this cannot be !

you and I are not that different.

I'm really scared. I've been trying to reach out.

I asked for your name.

then who will save me ?

it's getting harder to think.

I need to get out of here !

help me defeat this thing, [ name ] !

I'm right here. you won't go through this alone.

you should go.

it's up to you now.

promise that you'll remember me ?

I'm glad your here.

the only way forward is to disappear.

who am I to deny their wish ?

no one deserves that.

I should have paid more attention.

I valued my own ambition over their cries for help.

I forgot who I was.

is it really that easy ?

everything is slipping away.

you really think I can do this ?

embrace your sins.

you wear the face of a ghost.

you're unable to exist without something to latch onto.

GET ! OUT ! OF ! MY ! HEAD !

I don't know what to say ...

you pulled me back. thank you.

that's what partners are for.

I'm not letting you go that easily !

thanks for believing in me.

we've got so much to talk about.

I'm not afraid anymore. I feel clarity.

don't deny its' voice, let it through.

I just embraced the truth.

I'm here. I'm not leaving you.

you've seen the damage I can do.

no one deserves that.

you're safe, you're with me.

now, where were we ?

I can't lose you too !

I'm on my way ! just stay on the line !

you can do this.