#showman x reader

[idv-ask-the-showman]

{Endless Dance}

Phineas X Reader! //...I may or may not have deleted the anon request for this one by mistake.

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Anyway~ I wrote this only around two hours and I am not that good when writing stories in general, but I tried my best to make this one sound good and fancy (by that I mean I just slapped any fancy words I know and hopped to god it would work) is a bit rushed tho so it is a bit short.

Anyway, ENJOY!!

(Also here is an OST to listen to while reading this to match the mode!)

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The Showman had once again orchestrated a grand ball in the manor, creating an atmosphere where worries were set aside and pure fun took center stage. This time, the ball had a Dark Masquerade theme, with everyone dressed in stunningly dark attire that transported you to a world of vampire elegance.

You couldn't help but gaze at the couples dancing together, their movements exuding a sense of urgency and passion. It seemed as though they were seizing every moment, dancing as if their lives depended on it. Meanwhile, you found yourself standing alone on the sidelines, resigned to the fact that no one would ask you to join in. Deciding to make the most of the situation, you retreated to a quiet corner with your drink.

As you swirled the rich red wine in your glass, a strange occurrence caught your eye. A refrigerator materialized on top of the wine, creating a bewildering sight. Before you could fully process what was happening, a voice broke through the confusion.

"Oh my~ Why are you all alone, my dear? You do know this is a ball, right?

You looked up and saw the host of the ball himself—Phineas, The Showman. A mixture of surprise, as if you just saw a ghost yet also filled with delight as you took in his charismatic presence. Phineas smiled with curiosity, acknowledging your astonished expression. He couldn't help but tease, "Hey now~ I know that I do give off a ghostly vibe considering I am a real ghost but you shouldn’t act all surprised like that!" He chuckles at that

Phineas's unexpected appearance took your breath away. Although you had caught a glimpse of him on the stairs when you arrived, his close proximity revealed his effortless style and the mask that embellished his face, enhancing his already undeniable charm.

Phineas chuckled at your reaction, removing his top hat and placing it over his chest. He extended his hand, gently touching yours and planting a tender kiss on top. He then invited you, "Say say!! The night is still young, my dear~ It would be a waste for you to stand there like a beautiful statue. How about a dance?"

Mesmerized by Phineas's elegance and charisma, you instinctively reached for his outstretched hand. The warmth that surged through your fingertips set your heart aflutter. Phineas led you onto the dance floor with grace and confidence, glimmering eyes following your every move. The other guests watched in awe and admiration as you both twirled and swayed to the enchanting music, completely absorbed in the moment.

Time seemed suspended as you and Phineas danced, finding an unspoken connection in the rhythm. Every step felt like a discovery, as if Phineas could hear the beating of your heart and effortlessly guide you through the motions. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a private sphere of melody and motion.

With the tempo intensifying, you matched its rhythm with accelerating spins, losing yourselves in a whirlwind of passion. The spectators fell silent, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle unfolding before them. The air crackled with an electric energy, a tangible force that pulsed between you and Phineas.

As the dance reached its climax, Phineas held you close, his breath mingling with yours as you both caught your breath. An overwhelming sense of gratitude washed over you, grateful for the opportunity to be a part of such an extraordinary experience.

Phineas gently released you from his embrace, and the other masked guests returned to their partners, continuing the dance uninterrupted. But for you, that night would forever hold a special place in your memories.

As the night drew to a close, Phineas embarked on his farewell rounds, expressing gratitude to each guest. But his gaze always returned to you, a knowing smile passing between the two of you. Approaching once more, he leaned in to kiss your hand with a mischievous grin.

"The ball may have ended… but would you care to share another dance with me?"

-Fin.

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[bpmiranda]

Professional (Hugh Jackman) nsfw

A/N: purely fictional, age gap, 18+ f!reader, jealous!hugh, flirtationship, dry humping, semi-public sex, mild choking, unprotected sex, creampie

Hugh Jackman is a professional actor. He takes great precautions to never be disrespectful or arrogant or otherwise unpleasant to work with because he wants everyone working together to remain in good spirits. During the production of The Greatest Showman, his professionalism is put to the test and he knows that is exactly what you are; a test.

You’re happily bouncing from department to department, coordinating with costumes and lighting, making sure the stars are all wearing the correct shade and amount of makeup required for their scenes. Hugh is unable to keep himself from joking with you, he’s always hoping for your chair to be open in the makeup trailer, always flirting with the young makeup artist. Though, in his defense, you are quite the flirt yourself, even if he knows it is just your personality. That’s what makes it all the more difficult to restrain himself, you simply can’t help it.

“Is that my jacket?” He asks, doing a double take as you’re walking past him towards the trailer lot.

You turn around and look down at yourself, recalling that you did in fact take his zip up hoodie, and you laugh. “Oh, yeah, I got cold in the trailer and it was just sitting there. Do you like?” You ask, giving him a little spin and he chuckles, fighting to keep himself professional.

“It’s a bit big for you.” He comments, placing his hands on his hips as he notices how the hem of the hoodie falls at your thighs.

“Well,” You shrug, giving him a small smirk. “You’re a big man, Hugh.” You wink before continuing on your way and leaving him wondering how you might look wearing only his hoodie.

It’s not like you’re trying to seduce him, but that’s just the effect that you have on him. Your charming personality slowly chips at his willpower and makes him want to know you better, want to seek you out. “How’s that?” You ask as you finish shaving his 5 o’clock shadow, your fingers lightly touch his smooth jaw and you move behind him so he can look at himself in the mirror.

“You shave me better than I can.” He chuckles, rubbing his chin and lifting it up to inspect your work.

You grin triumphantly as you softly comb his hair back with your fingers, smoothing down a few strays. “Personally, I adore your beard,” You say, sighing as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and absentmindedly squeeze them, massaging him. “I love a full, greying beard.”

Hugh tries to fight the smirk at the corner of his lips as he looks at you, failing. “You like older men?” He asks and you nod, not thinking too much about the question and the implications that come with it.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You grin as you pack away the shaving utensils you used and lean back into his lap as you look at him in the mirror. “I think it’s the experience that comes with them. It’s nice to relinquish control and just follow.”

One of Hugh’s hands comes up to your hip while he chuckles at you. “Ever been with one?” He asks shamelessly and you nod, your cheeks growing warm, but you’re not embarrassed. It’s Hugh, he’s basically your friend now. “Oh yeah? Who?”

“That’s personal, Hugh.” You smirk, turning around though he doesn’t let go of your hip and his hand smooths across your ass as you turned. You didn’t mind. “But you don’t have to worry, you’re the only man in my life right now.” You say, caressing his smooth cheek gently and smiling.

“I’d better be.” He says, patting your hip lightly before he gets up and kisses your cheek. “Thanks for the shave, sweetheart.”

“Anytime, darling.” You call as you wipe off the chair he was occupying. Not a single thing about the interaction seemed off to you, but Hugh couldn’t stop thinking about the things he would show you, teach you, if you’d let him.

One morning, he notices you laughing and pushing Zac gently, your hand lingering on his chest as his younger co-star is laughing with you, leaning an arm on the table behind you so he’s closer to you. Hugh tries not to let it bother him, he knows that’s your personality, you’re just a flirty person. You don’t like Zac that way, you probably don’t even like him that way. You’re just here to do a job, like everyone else. However, it feels so different when it’s just you and him. Hugh swears you feel what he feels too, especially when you shyly return a quip or intentionally lean on him, touch him in a way that isn’t all too necessary. It doesn’t stop him from being jealous, and that’s simply because he knows you’d be his without a second thought, the same way he’s already yours.

“No, Hugh!” You scold as you take the cup of coffee from the grown man sitting in your makeup chair. You gently wipe the foam that had met his lip off and you suck your thumb clean. Another action that you thought nothing of while it drove him wild. “It’s going to stain your teeth, you have to wait after the photo shoot.” You tell him as you set the cup down and inspect his face. Hugh gives you a tired look and you pout at him. “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t mean to be so cruel.” You say, softly caressing his stubbled cheek and he chuckles.

“I think that’s exactly what you mean to do.” He says with a smirk, taking your dainty hand and holding onto it as he rests it on his lap. “When am I on?” He asks, glancing at the time on his phone sitting on his other lap and you lean into him, pressing your hip against the inside of his thigh to peer at his screen. Hugh can smell your perfume and he wants so badly to keep you this close forever.

“About 10 minutes.” You say, stepping back again to get a good look at his appearance and fixing a few stray hairs from his combed back style. “I should get hair back in here.” You murmur, about to do just that when Hugh subtly tugs on your hand.

His green eyes look mischievously at you when you turn back to him and he shakes his head. “I like how you do my hair better.” He says, only wanting you and him alone in his trailer a little while longer. Your cheeks warm up, but you fix his hair anyway, fully aware of him glancing at your body and your breasts as you’re leaning into him. His hands come to rest on your waist and you bite your lip, smiling to yourself as you lightly spray his hair and smooth it over.

“There.” You whisper, looking down at him to see he is staring at your lips and your chest. “My eyes are up here, darling.” You smirk, lightly swatting at his toned chest and he chuckles.

“Like you don’t stare at me.” He smirks and you pretend to be insulted, letting your mouth fall open in shock which makes him laugh.

“Please,” You say as you pack away the hair styling tools you used and lean back against the vanity. “I’m a professional, Hugh. I don’t have time to ogle and pal around.” You say, knowing full well that is exactly what you do all day and he chuckles because he’s the one you ogle and with whom you’re always paling around, more so than anyone else on set.

Hugh stands up from his chair, blocking you from view with his massive frame as he leans on the vanity, his arms trapping you as he leans down and the tip of his nose brushes yours. “What if I’m not very professional?”

You’re speechless, for the very first time in your career, and he sees that as a win. “Hugh,” You whisper his name, swallowing hard as you try not to seem nervous or uncomfortable because you’re not and you really want to see where this goes. “We should lock the door.” You say, tilting your head upwards so your lips are moving against his as you ask, “Unless you want them to see?”

Hugh nods, kissing you softly, pressing his body into yours as you return the gesture. “I want them to see.” He murmurs, one of his hands resting on your hip and the other moving your thigh slightly so he can grind his crotch against your core, stimulating you through the thin fabric of your leggings.

A soft moan falls from your lips as you hold onto his waist with one hand and the other reaches up to clasp around his nape. “Who could you possibly have to be jealous of?” You ask breathlessly against his mouth as he is leaning over you, pressing his erection harder into your sensitive clit.

“Doesn’t matter.” He murmurs, lifting you up suddenly and stepping between your legs. “You’re here with me now.” His fingers reach for the seam between your thighs and you stop him quickly.

“How am I supposed to walk out of here with ripped leggings?” You ask with a light laugh at how desperately he wants to fuck you and he groans, turning you around instead and tugging them down. You bite your lip as you watch him undo his belt buckle in the mirror and he winks at you.

“You’re lucky I care enough.” He says, leaning with his hand onto the vanity, his chest pressing against your back as he lines his cock up to your entrance and you whine as his swollen head prods at your wet entrance. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

“Hugh!” You whine as he’s pushing his length into you, slow and gentle so you feel every inch of him taking up space in your cunt. “Fuck.” You rest your head back against his firm chest, one of his large hands comes up to hold your throat and he’s kissing your neck softly as he begins fucking you.

His chest is rising and falling quickly against your back, his breathing is hard against your neck and you feel him lightly squeeze your throat which makes you whine in response. His cock is throbbing inside you, pulsing against your tight walls while he’s rutting deeply into you. “You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He groans, nipping lightly at your earlobe as your whimpering his name, your little frame trembling in his hold as he has his way with you. “You ever been stretched out like this, baby?” He asks and he smirks when you shake your head, unable to form a sentence as you’re completely cock drunk and the air isn’t all the way reaching your brain as he’s got your windpipe in his strong grip. “Didn’t think so.” He grunted as your core began to squeeze him in tandem with your orgasm.

“Hu-Hugh!” You cry out hoarsely, his hand lets go of your throat and your head hangs forward weakly as you’re shaking from the force of your release. Hugh simply pushes you down onto the vanity and brings your hips back to meet his forceful thrusts, using you now for his own pleasure. “Fuck!” You gasp as hot tears prick at your eyes, your hands pressing firmly into the flat surface he’s got you pinned to while he’s filling your pussy with his load.

“Shit!” He groans, leaning forward and pushing the head of his cock against your cervix where you feel his spurts of cum being dumped. His large hands grab onto the round part of your ass, spreading you lewdly as he watches himself moving in and out of your little hole, smirking when he begins to see the mixture of yours and his creamy white fluids coating his thick shaft. “You’re a damn tease. You know that?” He asks, leaning forward and kissing your cheek as you lightly laugh.

“Is that what’s got you so riled up?” You ask, leaning onto your hands again and looking at him in the mirror as he’s admiring your dazed expression, his cock still sitting heavy inside you. “You can’t handle a little friendly flirting?”

“Don’t pretend that’s all that was,” He chuckles, one of his hands sliding up your blouse so he can grab onto your tit. “You told me yourself you like older men.”

You moisten your lips and bite your bottom one as he kisses your neck, sighing against your skin. “Then you had no reason to be jealous in the first place.”

Hugh laughs lightly and nods in agreement. “I suppose you’re right.” His eyes meet yours in the mirror and you feel him throb inside you, a small whine echoes in your mouth. “I just can’t be professional around you, sweetheart.”

This was a request that I ended up putting far too much time into and I enjoyed it🤭 Let me know what you think!

🏷️: @dontfeedthebigbadwolf @peterparkernotfound @httpsells @evasmlp @ayatotiddies @thatlittlered @seasonofthenerd @littlemisscantloveyouback @scorpiosaintt @simpingfor-wakasa @spencerswh0r3 @thatweirdtheaternerd12 @shybluebirdninja @iamburdened

[cultven]

he is such a dad on facebook I need him in indescribable ways

[spidey-webz]

i am afraid i will talk about hugh jackman and logan for the rest of the year. unfollow me now if you can’t stand it 😔 ✋🏻

[kimoi-00]

THEY ARE HERE!

INTRODUCING ALL OF MY WELCOME HOME AUS!

Featuring~! Wally Darling! ❤️

Welcome Home Showman AU!

Welcome Home Daycare AU!

Welcome Home Diamond AU!

Welcome Home Dessert AU!

Welcome Home Forgotten Memories AU!

Welcome Home Book of Life AU!

[jo-ula]

DAAMNN

[kimoi-00]

✨ WH SHOWMAN AU ✨

LORE/PLOT

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Children of All ages! Come to The Darling and Barnum Circus! Hear the music, Laugh at the clowns, Be thrilled by the perilous leaps of the acrobats, marvel at everything the performers do! "Let Your Imagination Run Wild!"

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It's somewhat same with the plot of The greatest showman, although I have to change a bit of it because of the characters but the gist of it is there.

Instead of P.T Barnum (Aka Wally) being married (like from the original plot), he will inherit the circus from his father who came before him who was the original Ring Master/Owner of the Circus. So it was passed down to him.

Everything start in his childhood, as he sees how his father handles the circus. His other friends are actually the sons and daughters of the original cast ( the original circus performers ) As they all grow up they will be the one managing the circus, once it's their turn and their parents retire as performers.

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Here are the rest of the roles of the members/performers!

Wally Darling as P.T Barnum the Ring Master (Renamed as Wally D. Barnum son of Wallace D. Barnum his father)

(OC)Marie Sincere as Lenny Lind (The Singer)

Julie Joyful and Sally Starlet as the Albino Twins (Renamed as The Cheerful Twins)

Frank Frankly as Anne Wheeler The Trapeze Girl (Renamed as Frank DareDevil the Trapeze Artist)

Eddie Dear as Phillip Carlyle (The Upper Class Boi)

Poppy Partridge as Lettie Lutz The Bearded Lady (Renamed as the Feathered Lady)

Howdy Pillar as Frank Lentini the 3 legged man (Renamed as Howdy Pillar the Multiple Limbed Man)

Barnaby B. Beagle as The Lord of Leeds the Largest Man in the world (Renamed Barnaby the Giant Dog)

(I UPDATED IT! I ADDED MORE DETAILS AND ALSO THE ROLES OF THE OTHER WELCOME HOME CHARACTERS!)

[mysticgalsworld]

~masterlist~

swept away: (1, 2)-after getting a job at a cleaning company as a maid, you’re surprised to find out that the house you’re cleaning for belongs to the Hugh Jackman.. Hugh Jackman x Reader

a timeless encounter: (1)-as the owner of a small cafe in New York that you hate, you don’t expect anybody to change your mind. But the strange-dressed man who wonders into the cafe one day may change your mind… Leopold x Reader

~c.ai bots~

hugh jackman- make your own scenario

hugh jackman- you meet him at the Oscars

a/n: omg you guys !! i’m reposting this because i think it was glitching last time.. if you guys can comment and tell me whether the links are working or not i would appreciate it so much 💕

[islawila]

if you can hear us please hugh jackmans boobs please save me 🙏🙏

[angronsjewelbeetle]

Behold! Writer's block has fucked off just enough for me to spit out a MerMay piece!

Uh, potential TW: non-sexual Nudity, I’ve kept it as vague as possible, body is undescribed aside from pointy ears because I am weak to those...

Transmarinus | Rogal Dorn x GN Selkie!Reader

Part one of hopefully more. This was enabled by @ms--lobotomy and @angronscoffinnails mwah I love you

The sun is pleasantly warm against your skin, waves lapping at your feet; it’s the first time you’ve been up to the surface in a while, your glossy pelt is drying within view on some of the rocks nearby, spread out like a truly luxurious fur coat - you chuckle at the passing thought and rest your head back against the soft sand, eyes slipping shut as you drift gently into Somnus’ sweet embrace as the sun pours down upon your bare skin.

The persistent lack of warmth is what brings you back from your slumber, eyes squinting for a moment before you register why the sun is hidden. What you had previously thought to be clouds turned out to be a very muscular, very much imposing man. He’s wearing what appears to be a soft sailcloth around his wide hips, hair as pale as the sand beneath you, shoulders tinged pink from the harsh sun - it’s about lunchtime, you figure. Your ears prick up at the sound of voices beyond the rocks and then- oh. Oh, no. He’s holding your pelt. He speaks, a timbre as deep as it is rich, the end of it lifting - a question, you think as he offers your pelt to you. Your eyes snap up to his face, which seems as serious as anything, he goes to draw your pelt away but you snatch at it, launching up from the sand in desperation, your legs fail you, weak with unuse. “No!” you yelp, he steps back in surprise, dropping it; you grab it, clinging on tightly, tears pricking your eyes. Someone calls out - another man’s voice, he turns towards it, glancing past the jagged rocks, he replies, raising his voice; you scramble to yank your pelt on, and then haul yourself towards the water. He doesn’t move, his back still half turned to you as he talks. Your tail splashes powerfully against the surface, sending a tower of seawater into the air as you shoot downwards, back to the safety of your underwater cave.

“What are you doing!” Guilliman calls, shaking his head and chuckling as a large wave sprays Rogal’s back, wetting his simple robe. He shakes his arm, “I thought I saw something,” he calls back, glancing at the ocean, a furrow in his brow. “Well come back! The food is nearly ready!” Fulgrim calls, a hand on his hips, brandishing a paintbrush in one hand, another tucked behind his ear. Rogal shakes his head again, scratching the back of his head - the person was gone, the sand mussed with their desperate footprints.

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Imagine Dancing With Zhongli Or Raiden To This Song

(zhongli or raiden is zack efron btw)

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine “Star Wars” special edition: songs part IV.

• Rewrite the Stars

Imagine you and Anakin rewrite your destines…

Warnings: loosely based in “Rewrite the Stars” from “The Greatest Showman”.

Warnings 2: drama, fluff.

(based on the request of @strawberrystrangers)

***

How it started…

You and Anakin first met when both of you were children and aspiring to be Jedis. Toddlers as you were, you were merely Padawans who were figuring out what was your place in this new, different world.

“How can an angel like you be a slave too?”, he asked you when you two fled from the hawking eyes of Master Windu. He was holding your hand back then and you liked how he always behave as if he was the savior of your grace.

Not only that but the moment he found out you two shared a common back ground (both of you had a difficult childhood, although you leant far more into kindness and forgiveness despite your hurting scars than he did; both of you never knew your fathers; both of you had such a level of Force that impressed the Jeds who took you under your wig… and what perhaps was most impressive was that both of you were brought to Coruscant by Master Qui-Gon Jinn), all changed for him.

Yet you couldn’t really tell he was already mesmerized by your y/c skin, y/c hair, the color of y/c that painted your irises. Or how good your heart was, how pure you were. You just thought he was being kind to you, even though he was not as kind to other children.

Regardless, what was an innocent spark of a genuine friendship would slowly turn into attachment and, why not, something deeper as the years went by.

***

Years later.

Right before your trials, you and Anakin were flying secretly around Coruscant. It was late evening and your Masters were away to resolve some incident concerning Mandalore.

“This is where the fun begins”, he told you mischievously.

“Ani! You promised you wouldn’t…pilot…this… FAAAAAAST!”, you screamed the moment he turned the ship around and ensured to fly as fast as he could, much to your dismay.

But when he slowed down, you were both bursting into silly giggling.

“I hate you”, you told him, breathless, after snapping his arm a few times.

“Hate is not the Jedi way”, he mused sarcastically.

Why so suddenly when he smiled at you like that you swooned?

Uh-oh.

You turned your face away so he wouldn’t have a glimpse of how easily made your face go bright pink. But Anakin saw it. And what he saw definitely melted his heart’a barriers.

But this was not the most appropriate moment to navigate in the waters of the heart. Not when he was taking you to fly throughout the stars, even though it was too much a risk to leave Coruscant.

Eventually, though, you two were back to the Jedi Temple and you took him right to ceiling, where you could go through a secretive ladder to climb outdoors and watch the stars.

It was your usual secret spot.

“It’s cold”, you remarked, shivering as you took your seat.

“Come here and I’ll get you warm”, said Anakin, making you giggle. “What? I’m serious.”

As you sat next to him, almost at an once you are involved in his arms. You liked how comfortable he was, how cozy it was to sit on the floor and stare into the brightest stars, enjoying the silence that surrounded you both…all the whilst you were enjoying each other’s company.

“You know, after we are properly done with these bloody trials, I would like to take you somewhere…”, so Anakin mused out of the blue.

You were so caught off your guard that even though you were sat down, you managed to lose your balance, nearly making you fall onto his lap. Anakin couldn’t help himself but laugh his ass off.

“Why on earth are you laughing at me for?”

“You are lovely, that is all.”

There was a mere moment where again another silence hanged comfortably between the two of you. Anakin was glancing towards you, praying the Maker you’d finally understand what he’s been trying to tell you.

And when you did… Your heart skipped a beat.

Could it be?

“Ani…Don’t look at me like that”, you whispered, the sound of your voice leaving cut from your lips.

You watched as he enlaced your hands, interlocking your fingers.

“No one has to know.”

“What if…”

You didn’t realize you were dangerously close to him. His scent, however, was like a spell. You tried to be reasonable, fear of the consequences marching against your heart in an evident intern battle.

“What if we fly? Uh? Don’t be afraid, angel. I’m here to silence your insecurities, to guard you well, to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

And just like that your lips were sealed.

***

• Nowadays.

At times, more frequently than perhaps you’d like to admit, you wonder how on earth Obi-Wan and your Master H/N never found out about you and Anakin.

Years have ran since the day you were delightedly surprised by Anakin’s corresponding to your sentiments and yet, your relationship remains a secret to the Jedis—even Ahsoka has no idea what’s been going on between you two.

But this play pretend is tiresome, is getting the best of you sometimes. Every concern when Anakin leaves you to fight away some enemy in a far away planet must be swallowed inside. You deal with it yourself and that is it. Anakin, likewise; but his recklessness often makes him after you.

Today, though, it’s one of those days where Master H/N told you to rest. You’ve been plagued with anxiety, however, as no news of Anakin—who had been chasing after Count Dooku with Obi-Wan—have reached your knowledge.

You decide to sleep, exhausted after your last mission concerning Ventress, resulting in her defeat once and for all, although you were left with new battle scars. But your mind takes you instead to a worst scenario than you’d ever come to picture.

As your eyes close, you dream with fire and volcano. The heat is unbearable to breathe, and one could wonder how one would live in such an environment.

This hell of place stages a major battle. The sound of sabers is familiar to you and it almost draws you unwillingly to the opponents who face each other ferociously. The redhead man is easy to spot: it’s Obi-Wan Kenobi and the next one is…

No. It cannot be.

You gasp for air and for a moment that pair of yellow eyes meet yours and there is absolutely no recognition of who you are.

This is precisely the instant you wake, bathed in salt tears. The dream is no ordinary, this you know. But is it possible to change it?

Anakin, where are you?

You decide to go outdoors, in need of fresh air. You pull your clothes, hoping to find him soon—and some part of you knows he’s about to land, your skin senses it.

You find yourself running, reason clouded by the dream that has distressed you. Often a careful lass, you are careless. Though your steps are silent, they give in your signature. But so far everyone else is too asleep to notice the urgency of your spirit.

And here he is—but not alone. By his side is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Seeing the two of them shoulder-on-shoulder appeases the angst that chokes your throat. And Anakin does not take long to notice you, carrying in his eyes something you cannot identify: what’s there to be seen, relief or eagerness?

You don’t know. But what’s to make all worse is that you unconsciously leave to the shadows so Obi-Wan doesn’t take a glimpse of you. Instead, you move to your secretive spot, still troubled by the dream..but also by your last mission, by a lot of unresolved sentiments.

Anakin knows. He’s sensed your disturbance from afar, strong is the link the two of you share. And now he’s excused of his master’s presence under the pretense of sleeping early, the Jedi knows where to find you.

“Y/Nickname…”

“Ani”, you mumble his name, not running to his arms like you used to do.

With furrowed brows, Anakin joins you, forcing you to look at him.

“What’s the matter? Darkness doesn’t fit you.”

“I haven’t slept well. How was the mission?”, you are resting your face on your knees as you look at him.

His hair is longer, his face now has a scar—acquired precisely when he slipped from the tub, a memory you struggle not to laugh to this day—, his muscles are better shaped, every inch a grown man with nothing to remind you of the reckless and grumpy child you’ve once known.

His eyes, however, hold a spark to something to you unknown, and it’s a dangerous invitation to dive in…

“Don’t do that, love”, says Anakin, holding your face gently with his hands so that way he can be dragged into the depths of your soul. “Why can’t you tell me what’s wrong with you? You don’t have to carry this burden by yourself.”

You hate how smooth he is when he wants to, so easily he knocks your defenses down.

“You wouldn’t understand”, you mumble softly. “There is just too much I can’t even decipher.”

“Try me, my darling. You should know by now you can trust in me”, he rests his forehead against yours, his fingers softly wiping away your tears. “What is it you fear?”

“To lose you”, words are blunted out of you before you know. “To be left alone in this world.”

You close your eyes, hands hesitantly resting over his shoulders all the whilst you feel his puzzled gaze casted at you.

“You know I always wanted you. You live in my heart, you are my destiny. I was meant to be with you as you were meant to be with me.” His lips brush against yours, speaking vows like the bent man he is to you by the pained love he aches for you.

“How can you say you’re mine when everything keeps us apart? We are tied to this Order, and what is else there is a greater danger out there that could keep you from me.” These words are sobbed out as if you are trying to remove a dagger from under your skin.

Anakin looks at you, eyes pained for seeing you distressed. He tries not to read into your thoughts, rather trying to make you speak out what’s troubling you instead.

“Dear dove, sweet princess of mine, I pledge once again that your heart be trusted into my hands. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you not feel this misery that has been plaguing your lovely spirits.”

As you raise your eyes, you eventually give in. You tell him the darkest dream ever so realist that has taken away the little pieces of peace you’ve been trying to purchase ever since you defeated Ventress.

You don’t realize you’ve been putting out with your own traumas until another sob leaves you and you are engulfed by Anakin’s strong arms.

He realizes that the whole secrecy of your relationship has been damaging you both, besides the usual stress. As Anakin starts to weight the cons and pros of staying in Order, the mere possibility that you have to live hurt as you have been outweighs every other question that his mind considered.

“I think I have a solution for us”, he mumbles, insecure at first as if the Jedi is chewing this idea.

You glance up at him, confused.

“Ani? What are you talking about?”

“What if we rewrite stars? What if we toss away all of this hopelessness that seems to engulf us into an endless circle of misery?”

He slowly smiles, watching your reaction as you begin to comprehend what he means.

“Are you suggesting…”

“…that I want to fly with you? That I want to fall with you? That I want to make possible what it seemed impossible before? Aye, lass. I am.”

So many news at once but the gloom in your heart finally sets loose the grip on it.

“Well?”, Anakin knows what your answer is going to be, but he is anxious to hear from you.

You throw your hands around his neck and kiss his lips, sensing the shadows dissipating at long last.

“Nothing will keep us apart anymore.”

“We are going to be free. This I promise you”, he vows you softly.

To the Dark Forces lurking nearby, every plan dies unspoken…

***

Destiny rewritten.

You watch Anakin playing at the yard with the twins as you pat your belly, head resting against the door’s frame. Peace is restored, there is balance and your nightmare has been just that, a nightmare.

“Fate can be changed”, you hear Obi-Wan address you. He’s been a regular visitor, specially after figuring out the reason why so sudden you and Anakin left the order.

In truth, neither Yoda nor Palpatine could predict that your decision would interfere in the clonic wars, being the principal element why the Chancellor was eventually defeated.

“It is the point of the free will after all”, you tell him gladly. “In the end, I had this dream to be thankful for.”

“Some dreams within the right people can be a good mix”, the Jedi Master agrees, eyes still glued on Anakin and his children. “Seeing this happy is worth all. What saddens me is that we could have failed in preventing his fall.”

You turn gently at Obi-Wan and pat his shoulder friendly, smiling.

“Do not blame yourself, Master. We all had roles to play and this is completely fine. What matters is that Palpatine is defeated once and for all.”

“This is an undeniable truth, my dear”, he agrees.

As you leave him with cookies and teas, you turn to your husband, who comes to greet you with Luke over his shoulders, Leia and Soka on his arms. You are still surprised by how strong he is.

“How is my family doing today?”, you inquire happily as you kiss Anakin amidst the children’s “eeeew”, which makes you giggle.

“Very good, why thank you, Mrs Skywalker”, he smiles widely at you whilst telling you the mischiefs he’d been up to with the children.

Seeing that they have visitors, Anakin now drags them back home, so they can meet “Grandpa Ben”. A perfect ending for a far better scenario you could’ve ever dreamed of.

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Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x reader where reader is Scott Summer’s younger sister and a huge theater kid. Both Hugh Jackman and James Marsden have incredible singing voices and I love to think that maybe Scotty usually helps reader rehearse for a play or audition or something but when Logan and reader get together he’s the one who sings with her which brings out a much softer side of Wolverine that shocks everyone. Basically just cute fluffy shit I guess lmao idk.

summary : reader is a huge theater kid and needs help from her older brother for her rehearsal but something surprising happens. When she’s rehearsing (also I made Scott play the piano in this bc It just fits him so well)

song: other side

you were having a pretty stressful day first you found out your pianist canceled their plans

so now you can’t rehearse for you big part in a play you only have one option left and you prey that he’s not busy to

you take out your phone and dial familiar number “ came on Scott pick up” you said passing back and forth in your kitchen

“ look who finally decided to call” Scott said smugly “ oh shut it Scott this is a important matter” you replied

“ y/n what going on are you in danger” “ yes danger of embarrassing myself in front of thousands of people on a stage” he blurted out

“ did you get the part” “ of course I did scott” you chuckled at his sorry attempt of acting surprised “what do you need” He asked

“ do you still play the piano right” “ oh so that’s what you need help with” he said

“ yeah sure I’ll be there a ten to pick you up” “thank you Scott your a lifesaver”

Couple minutes have passed it’s not funny picks you up and take you back to professorX’s mansion

“ Oh y/n it’s lovely to see you again how’s the acting career going” professor X asked As you and Scott walk to the door “ I got the leading part” you said with a shy Grin

“ oh that’s wonderful“ he said with a small smile before leaving the room

“you really” “ as I’ll ever be”

“Right here, right now I put the offer out I don't want to chase you down I know you see it”

you sang along with the lyrics on a peace of note paper

then when it got to the part when it need another person instead of Scott who has the other line of the cores it was “Logan”

“Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in Well I hate to tell you, but it just won't happen So thanks, but no I think I'm good to go 'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in, Now I admire you, and that whole show you do You're onto something, really it's something But I live among the swells, and we don't pick up peanut shells I'll have to leave that up to you~”

you were in shock not only did he get it word for word but his voice was the perfect tone for it

“ ya alright there kid” Logan ask with a smirk on his lips you gave him a slow nod “ good now keep sing we were just about to get to the best part”

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rewrite the stars | one shot

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: "Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky. "What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question. "My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there." "That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward. Two friends are no longer able to hide that the feelings they feel for each other are much stronger. Will the stars be on their side? angst/fluff, friends to lovers

I got inspired while listening to the song "Rewrite The Stars" from The Greatest Showman.

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"Love is a bridge and not a wall, if we let it be." it's a quote from Sense8, but I really love it and decided to put it here.

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"Do you believe in destiny?" you asked, looking up at the starry sky.

"What?" A surprised Steve looked in your direction. He hadn't expected such a question.

"My grandfather always believed that the fate of every person is written in the stars. Every moment is planned in advance and written right there."

"That's interesting." he replied quietly reluctantly pulling his gaze away from you and directing it upward.

"Ever since I can remember he always bought every possible book about the space. He probably knew every possible constellation by heart." you chuckled at the memory of an older man who spent hours sitting in front of his house watching the sky.

"Maybe he wanted to learn to read them? And maybe he wanted to read his fate from them."

"Maybe. I wonder if he was able to solve this riddle." You shrugged your shoulders.

You were lying with Steve in his garden on a blanket. A pleasant silence surrounded you, with the soft accompaniment of crickets. Despite the darkness, Steve was lying close enough to you that he could easily see your dreamy face gazing at the shining dots in the sky. A few strands of hair fell on your cheeks as the rest spread chaotically on the blanket. Under the excuse of brushing them away from your face, he gently ran his fingers over your skin. For a long time he had been catching every possible opportunity to touch you. You were beautiful. Steve knew it from the moment he first saw you outside Robin's house. You and Buckley had been neighbors and best friends for years, so when he began a friendship with her, she brought you into his life as a package. It didn't take you long to become friends. In addition, you all shared the trauma of fighting monsters from the Upside Down, and this brought you all closer together than anything else in the world. Despite the fact that you were from two different worlds a thread of understanding formed between you that was stronger than all other adversities. The closer he got to know you, the more he couldn't fight the feelings that grew stronger and stronger. However, not wanting to destroy your friendship, he kept repeating to himself that it was just an innocent crush with which it was better not to do anything more. He was firmly convinced that your relationship was platonic with a capital P just like with Robin. You thought exactly the same. You were lying like that next to each other, both unaware of your feelings, wondering if there was a path written in the stars that you could follow together.

Mondays at Family Video were the worst. The monotonous laying out of new movies on the shelves, accepting returns after weekend rentals, and abrasive customers were like a massive punch in the face after the carefree weekend you usually spent together. This one hurt especially. Every now and then Steve would think back to the evening under the stars. To how your quiet and calm voice rang through the garden talking about the stars and your grandfather, or how you laughed at his every joke, even the worst ones. You never let him feel pushed away. You were always the one who listened to his every word and didn't ignore him. He thought about how your eyes sparkled when looking at him and your smile that practically never disappeared. He didn't realize that he was the one causing it.

"Earth to Harrington! Where are you wandering?" Robin's voice brought him back to reality.

"Somewhere between the stars." he replied, smiling to himself. His answer made him feel warm in his heart thinking that you would understand and appreciate this innocent line.

"In that case, go back to our orbit because I have no intention of correcting the wrong tapes after you once again!" she rolled her eyes. Ignoring her words, he continued his daydreaming lazily walking between the shelves on which he put away the plastic boxes. Just as he was almost finishing his rounds, a bell sounded in the store, signaling the arrival of a customer. He reluctantly turned toward the door, but as soon as he saw you standing in it a broad smile appeared on his face. Immediately behind you he spotted Dustin and Will.

"How did we deserve your presence on this beautiful Monday morning?" asked Robin sarcastically, leaning over the counter as you, Steve and the boys approached her.

"I'm bringing gifts!" you replied lifting up a paper bag. "My mom and I were baking cookies and I thought you could use a little sweetening," you said.

"And we wanted to rent a movie." Dustin added, and he and the young Bayers headed for the science fiction section. After defeating Vecna, Joyce, along with her sons and El, returned to Hawkins. Together with Hopper, they moved into a large house on the outskirts of town.

"As for the sweetness I think for Harrington your presence here is enough, so all the cookies are for me!" Robin snatched the bag from your hand.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, ignoring her comment. You didn't dare to look at him however, if you did you would have noticed the blush coating his face. Every time Robin somehow commented that there could be something more between the two of you, you both ignored her letting her words hang between you. Embarrased, he quickly turned away from you by stepping behind the counter and began pretending to look for something on the computer.

"What are you doing for the weekend?" you asked breaking the silence.

"I don't have any plans, do you Steve?"

"Neither." he replied quickly still not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Robin do you remember my grandfather?" you continued.

"Grandpa Dave? Of course I do, he was the best old man in the world!"

"And you Steve remember the last time I told you about him?"

"Uh, sure." Finally, his gaze landed on you. Robin was right, the sight of you was sweet enough for him.

"I found his favorite book about the stars. What's more, I read in the newspaper that Saturday is supposed to be the night of shooting stars! I thought maybe we could meet and try to look for some constellations? Maybe we can read something interesting, and then just watch them fall thinking some silly wishes?" you suggested. Steve agreed without a second thought. Another night spent with you under the starry sky? He couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect evening. He was sure that at least half of his wishes would not be silly at all, because they would involve you.

"Can we come too?" interjected Dustin. "I'll bring my telescope!" he offered.

"We can do it at my place! El, Mom and Hopper are going somewhere for the weekend so, I'll be home alone with Jonathan and Argyle. Our new garden is so big that we'll all fit in without a problem!"

"Argyle is coming?" you asked.

"Yes, he will stay with us for two weeks," said Jonathan.

"Cool, I missed him." you said smiling, and Steve tried to hold back a gentle sting of jealousy.

"So what? Are you coming?" Will looked at the three of you with hope in his eyes. He knew perfectly well that you would not be able to refuse him.

"I'll definitely be there," you said, gently combing the boy's hair.

"Then so will we." Robin replied while biting into a cookie. "Damn y/n! tell your mom that if she goes on like this with her cooking I'll live in your kitchen, it's delicious!" She commented.

Only the muffled sounds of your voices reached Steve, because from that moment on his thoughts were focused only on what Saturday night would look like. There were endless scenarios running through his head, and in each of them the main role was played by you.

The week passed you by counting down to Saturday. The days stretched on mercilessly as if fate deliberately wanted to spite you by adding seconds to every minute. Steve, unable to wait, was already in the parking lot outside Robin's house way too early. Knocking on her door, he received no answer. Not knowing what to do with himself, he started looking around the neighborhood. Small single-family houses that looked the same stretched along the sidewalk. The neighborhood was one of the quiet ones, from time to time you could hear dogs barking or conversations of people tending their small gardens.

"Steve?" your voice made his heart beat faster. "I thought we still had some time."

"Oh, because we do, but I was bored at home so I thought I'd stop by early, but apparently Robin had something else to take care of." he laughed nervously.

"In that case, you're welcome to join us!" the woman standing next to you interjected. She was of medium height, and her face seemed very familiar to him. Only when he saw that she was dressed in a cleaning lady's apron did he recall her from the school corridors.

"Oh, s-sure." You replied quietly. Although you had been friends for a long time Steve had never been to your house. Compared to where he lived, your little house seemed quite poor. You never thought of him as a person who would judge people by their possessions nevertheless you were overcome with a strange anxiety at the thought that he would see how you lived. You were afraid that it would reach him how different your worlds were.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Steve." added the woman, letting you inside. "My daughter keeps talking about you, but I've never been able to talk her into bringing you here!" she laughed warmly.

"Mom!" you exclaimed feeling the fire flood your cheeks.

"What? I guess it's normal to want to meet the boy you spend every possible moment with?"

"Also nice to meet you Ms. y/l/n" he interrupted you shaking hands with the your mother.

"I-I'm going to go get ready." You replied quickly running off to your room. You couldn't bear his gaze on you a moment longer. What you didn't think through was that you had just left him completely alone with your mother, who was never one of the quietest.

"I wasn't expecting guests, so unfortunately I don't have any cake prepared, but I'd love to treat you with some homemade lemonade!" meanwhile, your mom and Steve sat down in the living room, which was connected to the kitchen.

"Thank you." he replied while grabbing a glass with a cold drink. The lemonade was delicious.

"I'm really glad I finally got to meet you. Except for Robin, she never really brings anyone home." the woman sighed, sitting down across from the boy at the table and she sent him a sad smile. Your mother worked very hard to provide you with everything you needed, however, on a cleaning lady's salary it was hard to support the two of you, so while you were still in high school you started working in the city library wanting to ease her burden a little.

"I like it here very much." he replied honestly.

"You are a very nice young man Steve. I'll be honest and admit that I remembered you a little differently from my school days." the woman giggled, making a wave of shame wash over him all over him at the memory of the years when he acted like a complete asshole. He didn't want anyone to remember that, especially your mother.

"Things have changed a bit since then." He replied while taking a sip of lemonade. "It's delicious!" he very much wanted to change the subject. At that moment, as if on cue, a knock sounded on the door in which Robin appeared a moment later.

"Good afternoon!" She walked up to your mother hugging her. "I saw Steve's car so I thought I'd find him here," she said.

"You've come to the right place, will you have some lemonade with us?"

"Of course!"

When you left the room you found all three of them at the kitchen table. They were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't even notice when you entered the room.

"We can go." you said nervously pressing the book to your chest. Robin and Steve sipped their lemonades and, thanking your mother, headed for the exit. In silence you got into the car and drove towards Will's house on the way taking Dustin and Mike with you.

When you arrived the orange tones of sunset were painted in the sky. Immediately after greeting everyone, you started spreading blankets on the ground around the place Jonathan had prepared for the bonfire. The garden was indeed huge and very well cared for. Joyce must have spent hours there to keep everything in such order. Steve and Argyle lit the bonfire and you, along with Robin and Dustin, prepared the snacks. When everything was ready you took your places on the blankets waiting for it to get dark enough for the stars to be visible. The warm light from the campfire fell on a book from which you read various interesting facts about space and the stars. You all watched the photos showing various constellations trying to find them above you.

None of you would have thought that simple looking at the sky could bring you so much joy. As you read about each of the constellations your voice was soft and quiet, as if enchanted. Steve had the impression that you were actually casting spells causing him to be unable to take his eyes off you. He thought he could sit like that in Hopper's garden listening to your words for the rest of his life. As one o'clock approached you closed the book announcing that you had read that the stars would begin to fall between one and two. Even though it was summer, nights in Hawkins were always accompanied by a chilly wind and even the warmth of the campfire couldn't combat that. Seeing you wrap your arms tightly around yourself to keep warm, Steve wordlessly went to the car trunk, where he had an extra sweatshirt. Returning he threw it gently over your shoulders and took a seat right next to you. You sent him a gentle smile in gratitude. The sweatshirt smelled like him. The smell of the familiar cologne spread through your nostrils making you feel like drowning in it. You had always associated this scent with safety.

"Look! Here we go!" shouted Dustin pointing his finger at the sky. Seeing the white streaks in the sky, all conversations quieted down. Everyone fell silent for a moment, believing that stars really do have the magical power to make dreams come true. Seeing the first falling star you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Your wish was simple. Still intoxicated by his scent, you asked that one day the warmth you felt would be due to his arms instead of his sweatshirt. Steve, on the other hand, wondered how to convince all the stars of the world to guide your relationship to a whole new place. A place full of warmth and love. 

After a long while, you returned to talking. Argyle, as usual, entertained you with his colorful stories about what kinds of things he happened to see recently in a not necessarily sober state. Meanwhile, Will and Mike left for the other end of the garden. Together with Robin and Steve, you watched as they fiercely discussed something when, after a while, their fingers began to awkwardly and slowly intertwine.

"I knew from the beginning that there was something between them." Robin said.

"Strange right?" Steve laughed.

"Will deserves to be happy, I hope Mike doesn't break his heart, or else I think I'll break his nose." you added.

"I hope they won't have too much trouble through all this. The residents of Hawkins can be...cruel."

"If they are like that, we will definitely have more noses to break." Steve said, imitating the motion of throwing a punch.

"I wish it were different..." sighed Robin laying her head on your shoulder.

"I know, Ro." you replied. "Love is a bridge, not a wall if we let it be..." At the sound of those words, Harrington's heart did a flip. There was hope in him that if he let his feelings come out they would build a bridge straight to your heart.

"I wish other people had the same opinion," she said.

"If you ever decide to tell others, remember that in your case, in addition to their noses, it will also break their ribs." You squeezed her hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." a silence fell between them as they both led you away with their eyes.

"When are you finally going to do something about it Steve?" asked Robin interrupting it.

"What are you talking about?" he tried to pretend to be surprised.

"You can fool everyone around you, you can fool yourself, but you can't fool me." She rolled her eyes. "Take her somewhere, finally take a step forward before it's too late!" Too late? at the very thought that he could lose you made him weak.

"What if she says no?"

"Hell would sooner freeze over than she would say no to you. This girl without a second thought jumped into an icy lake after you in the middle of the night and went through a portal to another dimension, and you think she would refuse to go out on a date with you? Sometimes you're really stupid."

"Robin is right." At the sound of Dustin's voice, they both jumped up. "You should have done something about it a long time ago."

"Jesus, Henderson! Didn't anyone teach you not to overhear?" asked an annoyed Steve.

"Actually, you're talking loud enough that we can all hear it." laughed Jonathan.

"Yeah my dude." Argyle nodded. "When you're next to each other I see those little hearts, just like in the cartoons!"

"Then maybe it's time to cut down on smoking?"

"Never."

Steve shook his head. On the one hand, he felt a little embarrassed that everyone knew about his feelings, but he was glad they were cheering him on. Feeling a surge of courage when he saw you coming back to them he moved with a determined step so as to meet you halfway.

"Hi." You said standing in front of him.

"Hi." He smiled. "You look good in that sweatshirt."

"Oh, thank you." You giggled wrapping the cloth around you. Steve felt his heart melt.

"Listen, uh-" he began stammering. You only die once. He thought. "Maybe you'd like to have dinner with me on Friday? Just the two of us? Like... Like a date."

At first you had the impression that you had misheard. Later, though, you thought it was a dream. And if it was actually a dream, you never wanted to wake up again.

"I'd love to." you replied quietly.

"Really?" the wide smile that appeared on his face infected you causing you to do the same.

"Of course."

"I'll pick you up at six." he declared.

"Perfect. Now let's go back." You extended your hand toward him. When he caught it both of you felt a shiver of pleasure. Returning to the spot you still didn't let go. When in fact one of you had to let go to do something after a while your hands naturally found their way to meet, as if they were made for each other.

Around four o'clock in the morning you returned home. You stood on the sidewalk watching Steve's car move away and slowly disappear. Still unable to quite believe what had happened one last time before entering the house, you looked up at the sky.

"Thank you," you whispered, beginning to believe that the stars were on your side.

Another week in a row passed as he counted down the days, this time until Friday. At the very thought of your date a smile crept onto his lips but at the same time he felt his stomach knotting from nerves.

"I don't know where we should go, I was thinking about pizza, but maybe it should be something more elegant?" he anxiously said to Robin.

"I'm sure even if you took her to McDonald's for fries she'd be happy." she laughed.

"That's not funny," he rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I want this to be a special evening. I want her to feel special."

"I know, dingus! But looking at the two of us, you're definitely the one with more dating experience!"

"And you've known her forever! You definitely know what she likes and doesn't like!"

"I know she likes you, Steve. You don't need anything else." He was already about to repulse her, but they were interrupted by the sound of the bell. Turning around, he saw his parents. It was definitely a surprise. They showed up at home once every few months and always announced themselves beforehand. This time was different.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nice to see you too, son." The tall man replied, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Have you heard about the charity festival that will be held on Friday?"

"Something has come to my ears," he said.

"The organizers are our business partners. They're a very nice couple with a daughter your age!" His mother continued. "And you are the lucky one who will accompany her."

"I already have plans." Steve couldn't bear the facts that, once again, after months of being absent from his life, they suddenly showed up expecting him to do everything as they ordered. He didn't know if what he was feeling was sadness or anger. Or maybe a mixture of both?

"Then reschedule them for another time, we need you there, Steve." his father's voice was firm, definitely one that did not take no for an answer. "Whatever else you have planned can wait."

"Please honey, it's very important to us. "

He fought an internal battle with himself for a good few minutes. "Fine." he replied after a while. Now he definitely felt anger. Anger at himself that he was once again unable to oppose them.

When his parents left, he looked at Robin. Robin, who always had something to say now remained silent sending him a disappointed look. She didn't have to say anything. He was disappointed in himself. The next thing he did was to call you and cancel dinner accompanied by a huge pain in his heart. The sadness he heard in your voice made him feel like the old Steve again, who did nothing but hurting people he cared about. By the end of the day, he couldn't forgive himself for the decision he made. He wasn't sure he could ever forgive himself if it turned out that he had wasted his only chance.

For the rest of the week, he spent every spare moment outside of work with his parents and their friends. All four adults strenuously tried to play Cupids. Tessa was not the worst. She was a very pretty and nice girl. She chatted with him all day about her life; within three days, he could tell he knew everything about her. She was the captain of the volleyball team and loved sports, so every evening she would invite Steve to go jogging together, which of course he agreed to. He was aware that she liked him, but whenever she appeared too close to him he moved a safe distance away not wanting to give her false hope. The former King Steve would have asked her out long ago. But King Steve was gone. Now all that was left was Steve, whose heart belonged to a girl that the former King wouldn't even look at, and even if he enjoyed spending time actively, he missed with all his heart the you who could trip over your own feet while walking on a straight sidewalk.

The festival was held at the Hawkins High school field. Colorful decorations and stalls attracted attention right from the start. Assuring Steve that you understood why he canceled the date, you promised to meet him there to talk. What you didn't expect, was that he withheld one small detail from you. That detail was his companion. Did he really tell you to come here just to make it clear that he wasn't interested in you after all? That the whole thing was one big mistake? In the meantime, Robin explained to you that it was the daughter of his parents' friends who did not leave his side. Every now and then she touched his hand sending him sweet smiles and whispered something in his ear. All six looked very elegant. The expensive clothes stood out in a crowd of modestly dressed Hawkins residents. However, as organizers, they had to look like this.

"He looks nothing like Steve." commented Dustin rolling his eyes. "I don't understand why he hasn't come up to us a single time yet. It's like he's ashamed of us!"

"Relax, you know what his parents are like, clearly he has to stand with them all the time." Lucas stood up for Harrington.

"Which doesn't change the fact that he could at least come say hello! He's been ignoring us all week and avoiding meetings!"

"The girl next to him is very pretty." El's comment made the jealousy you felt inside you grow.

"But she's not his type at all." interjected Will. You wanted to believe those words. With all your might, you wanted to believe that the beautiful blonde who looked like she was from a magazine cover was not his type. But you didn't want to fool yourself. They were a perfect match. Both beautiful and rich. She would fit perfectly into the Harrington world full of luxuries. It was getting to you more and more that there would be no place for you there. Suddenly you felt very small. Worse.

"Y/n you okay?" asked Lucas.

"Yeah." You nodded. "Are we going to get cotton candy?" you forced yourself to smile.

"Good idea, if I have to look at them for a while longer I think I'm going to puke," Henderson commented, and with a quick step he moved ahead.

Together with Robin and the kids, you spent a couple of hours wandering between the booths and attractions. All the time you fought the urge to go home and spend the rest of the evening in bed to the accompaniment of the saddest songs you knew. You didn't want to fool yourself that seeing him with another girl didn't make an impact on you. Every time they appeared in your sight it hurt more.

"The fireworks show is about to start!" El shouted clapping her hands.

"The last time I saw fireworks we nearly died." Max laughed.

"Let's hope this time we'll do without a fight to the death." Robin replied.

"Look who mercifully decided to move towards us!" You all turned your gaze to Steve, who was walking in your direction with his new friend. He said something to her, and she nodded. Later she placed a light kiss on his lips and walked in the opposite direction. As soon as you saw their lips connect you immediately looked away feeling as if fate had just slapped you in the face. This was enough of a sign that everything you had hoped for from your relationship with Steve was just an unrealistic dream. Unfortunately, you didn't have time to notice how he pushed her away.

"What the fuck Steve?" said Dustin when he got close enough to you. He wanted Steve to see his anger. "What kind of a freak show is this? What happened to you?"

"Y/n can we talk?" he asked, ignoring the boy's words. After a moment's thought, you agreed and walked toward an empty bench so you could talk in private.

"You look pretty." he complimented you as you sat down grabbing your hand. His hands were warm. The warmth that always gave you comfort suddenly became something you couldn't stand.

"Y/n I am so sorry. Let me explain..." he began.

"You two are a good match." you interrupted him feeling tears coming to your eyes.

"What?" he was confused.

"You and that girl, you look very good with each other." At the sound of your words he shook his head negatively.

"You know I want you." he confessed suddenly squeezing your hand tighter. He knew that this was the moment when he had to reveal all the cards, without exception. "A-and I know you want me y/n." You wanted him and his love more than anything else in the world. But if he really wanted to be with you, he wouldn't have come here with another, would he? He wouldn't have let her kiss him.

"Apparently the stars have a different scenario for us." the words struggled to pass through your throat, and hot tears burned paths on your cheeks.

"What if we rewrite the stars?" he asked.

"No one can rewrite the stars, Steve. No matter how much we would like to. There will be no room in your life for someone like me." 

"Who can stop me if I decide that you are my destiny?" He knew well that with this question he would bring back memories of that evening when you lay together in his garden. At that time there was still no hint that your paths would have to part.

"I am not the one you were meant to find, Steve." With each word, you felt more breaks appear on your heart.

"Then who?" his voice was weak. It felt as if all the air of life had gone out of him. He desperately wanted to take you in his arms now and beg you to give him a chance.

"Someone who will fit into your world. Someone like her. Someone your parents will look at with admiration, not disgust." you said pointing your head in their direction. They had been watching you from the very beginning. Their son looking like a fairy tale prince holding the hand of a girl from a much lower class. Just like Beauty and the Beast, but this time, you felt like the Beast. You could read displeasure from their faces. "After all, it was for her that you postponed our dinner tonight, wasn't it?"

"It's not what you think! It was my parents' idea and..."

"Steve, stop." interrupted him. "You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide." you took a deep breath. "But I can't have you...We are bound to break and my hands are tied." You didn't want to listen to his explanations. You didn't want to look at him, you didn't want to see the tears in his eyes, you didn't want to see the sadness on his face.

"Y/n please." he whispered pulling you closer to him. Your faces had never been so close together before. Just one tiny movement was enough to close the gap between them. However, they were still the same lips that another girl had just kissed. The girl he had chosen instead of you. You forced yourself to push away from him and without a word you walked away leaving him alone on the bench. At the same moment, a beautiful show began in the sky. The colorful lights were reflected in a few tears that ran down along his face. The sound of fireworks explosions drowned out the sounds of breaking hearts. Both of you looked up at the stars that night, wondering how you had come to the moment you were in. Did fate really have to be so cruel?

For the following weeks you avoided all contact with Steve. With the rest, not only with him. You let sadness consume you completely and spent your days at work and then locked in your room. You started compulsively reading books just to occupy your thoughts with something. Taking in the problems of fictional characters was definitely a better option than crying your eyes out every day. Because of this, you didn't know that that evening Steve contradicted his parents for the first time in his life. You didn't know that he had broken off all relations with that girl. You also didn't know that through all this he had become a walking wreck of a person. He begged Robin all days to help him get you back, and when she finally agreed, he smiled for the first time in a very long time. Involving the rest of the team, they decided that they will help you to be finally happy.

It was another boring day at work when young Byers unexpectedly came into the library.

"Hi Will! How can I help?"

"I actually want to ask you something." he replied. "I've signed up for a painting contest, and the theme is space, so I thought of that night when we were all watching the stars together, remember?" Of course you remembered. At that time you were convinced that it was one of the best nights of your life. One that would change everything for the better.

"Of course I do."

"Maybe you would like to help me? Can you bring that book again and we'd look for some inspiration?"

"You know very well that I won't say no to you." you laughed. You missed them, so you figured this would be the perfect opportunity to get back to your normal life.

"Great! My place at four? I can ask Jonathan to pick you up." the boy smiled broadly.

"No need, I'll come by bike, a little exercise won't hurt me."

"Then see you!"

"Bye!"

You didn't think the tour to Will's house would make you so fatigued. As soon as you leaned your bike against the fence you quickly moved towards the door, which Jonathan opened for you.

"Wooo, Demogorgon chased you on the way?"

"Funny." you said breathlessly. "Can I have some water?"

"Sure." he said, heading for the kitchen. "Will! y/n came!"

"Coming!" Will shouted from upstairs. After a moment, he came down the stairs carrying an easel, immediately followed by Mike holding a canvas, brushes and paints. "I thought it would be fun if we spread out in the garden," he said.

"Sounds like a good idea." you replied with a smile.

Helping the boys with their things, you moved to the garden and set everything up. Jonathan, meanwhile, laid out the chairs for you.

"Have you thought about anything yet?" you asked, sitting down next to Will and opening a book.

"Honestly, no. Mike says I should paint the moon, but it seems a little too boring." he giggled.

"Hey, it's not boring at all! The moon is cool!" Wheeler defended himself.

"Sorry." replied Will, squeezing his hand. "Why don't I paint some constellation? And something that tells its story?" 

"Let's see what we have here." You started looking through the book. "This sounds quite interesting..." you said handing the book to Jonathan.

"According to legend, the phoenix was an impossibly beautiful mythical bird that supposedly lived for 500 years. At the end of his life, he built a nest out of cinnamon bark and incense, where he died, some say, in flames. From his ashes, a baby phoenix was born. Death and rebirth were seen as a symbol of the daily rising and setting of the sun. The group of stars forming the Phoenix was considered by various cultures to be a bird. The constellation was called the Griffin, the Eagle, the Young Ostrich and the Firebird," he read.

"What about this one?" asked Mike pointing his finger to the page next to it.

"A mythological winged steed, created from the blood of Medusa killed by Perseus, who rode it to the aid of the princess Andromeda. After his birth, he flew away to Mount Helicon, inhabited by the Muses. At the stroke of Pegasus' hoof, he ejaculated the source of inspiration of the poets Hippokrene at the foot of the Helikon mountains. After his death, Zeus placed him in the sky. On maps of the sky, the figure of Pegasus represents only half of the torso with head and wings."

"It's great!" exclaimed Will. "I can paint him in both forms, as a constellation and its true form..." ideas were coming out of his mouth at the speed of light.

Spending time with them really made you feel better, Will asked you questions and asked for advice every now and then, occupying your thoughts.

"Hey, y/n would you help me prepare some sandwiches in the kitchen?" asked Jonathan. You agreed and went to the kitchen together. You prepared the food in silence, but when you returned there was no sign of Will and Mike in the garden. The only person sitting in a chair was Steve. Still dressed in Family Video's corporate clothes, he sat resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes were closed, so he didn't see the moment you approached. 

"Steve?" at the sound of your words, he rapidly stood on his feet and walked closer to you. He had a feeling that his heart had never been so heavy before. The nostalgia he had felt all these weeks was tearing him apart, and all he wanted to do at that moment was to hide you in his arms and never let go, but when he extended his hand toward you and you took a step back.

"Y/n I beg you, listen to me..." You didn't answer anything. You waited until he continued. He took a deep breath. "Don't keep saying our hands are tied, I don't care about the stars. All I care about is you."

"But that girl..."

"I don't care about her too, y/n. You are here..." he said taking your hand and pressed it to his chest. "You are here in my heart".

"But us, together, it feels impossible..." you felt tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

"Say that it's possible. It's up to you, and it's up to me." His voice hypnotized you. The warmth you saw in his eyes when he looked at you, you saw your Steve in front of you again. "If we're not written to each other in the stars, screw it, let's rewrite them, okay?"

"Okay." you said quietly. Maybe he was right? Maybe it was time to take matters into your own hands and fight for happiness? You were sure that every moment in the future spent by his side would be worth the risk. Hearing your answer, his hand went to your cheek. The gentle touch of his fingers made your whole body go through chills, and when he brought your lips together you couldn't hold back a smile. Feeling this, he himself began to smile. In that moment you felt that you were in the right place, at the right time, and more importantly with the right person.

Even though you were from two different worlds, you knew that from that moment on you would rewrite all of the stars and change the world to be yours.