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#anyway enough of me moping lol

autumnywinter · 5 days

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thoughts on yandere merman elliott. NOW /hj

FDAIURHFAUIHFUIAHFIAHEI

I forgot how much of a monsterfucker I am 😭 here's a lil scenario I made in my head. Also since these are all headcanons, I now headcanon Willy owns a truck for the sake of convenience. Just like I headcanon Elliott's cabin is bigger and has more furniture than it actually does lol.

Also I kinda imagine merman Elliott to be slightly different from regular Elliott. Less naturally charming and more comparable to an eager to please golden retriever.

You often fish at the dock by the sea, and Elliott curiously watches you from a distance. He's wary of any humans that aren't Willy, but something about you enraptures him.

He asks Willy about you, being the only human who knows of his existence. Willy tells him what he knows about you, thinking it's sweet he has an obvious lil crush on you.

The more Elliott learns, the more he becomes obsessed. Slowly but surely, he'll work up the courage to talk to you, when it's darker out and you're the only human at the beach. If you freak out, he'll apologize profusely and try to calm you down.

Once you start talking more regularly, Elliott starts begging for you to join him in the water. He'll take it as an opportunity to cuddle you and float around with you on him like a sea otter with its baby

But soon that won't become enough for him. When you start getting more busy, he'll become upset.

What are you doing instead of spending time with him?? Who are you talking to instead of him???

He starts begging you to take him to your home with you, but of course you shut down the idea pretty quickly. He's offended and hurt, but doesn't let it show.

Then he gets an idea. If he could convince Willy to put him in the bed of his truck and drive him to your house, then everything will work out! He could easily convince him that this was already something he talked out with you beforehand.

And his plan works! He shows up on your doorstep.

Y/n:

Elliott: Hello!! :) Are you happy to see me, my love?

Y/n: You gotta be kidding me...

You reluctantly welcome him into your home, and Elliott is fascinated with everything, but most of all, you. He's clumsily crawling up the couch and pulling you into his arms, getting upset when you insist he sleeps in the bathtub.

He's also extremely fascinated with your anatomy. That's what he insists anyway, when he's being a little too touchy.

Most nights, you'll wake up with him holding you, tail wrapped around you as much as it can be, just to hold you close to him.

Whenever you leave, he either dramatically mopes or gets slightly accusatory, whether you're dating or not. As long as you reassure him, he'll let it go, but he'll always be a hater of whoever you choose to spend your time with when you both could be cuddling and watching tv with him instead.

Very fascinated with human media and inventions. Learns a lot of songs he views as romantic. 100% hums 'I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire' to you.

When you do start dating, he becomes even MORE clingy and flirtatious. Praises you for the smallest things, giving you at least a 1000 kisses a day.

Since he learns how to use phones, he's often calling Willy. Tells him to collect some seashells and drop them off while you're gone. He totally makes a necklace out of them and gives it to you, a matching one for himself to show you're officially mates now!

He's not very dangerous as a yandere already, so as a merman he'd be even less so, but he still is just as possessive and obsessive.

He has a harder time masking his creepy behavior since he's never interacted with anyone to really tell him off, nor has he witnessed others doing the same. May ask Willy for more ideas on how to woo you.

Overall, he's still a romantic and possessive/obsessive as ever. Just has much less shame as he normally would.

#answered ask #yandere #yandere elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #sdv #yandere merman #can imagine elliott kicking his nonexistent legs as he rants about how amazing you are over the phone #and willy exasperatedly listening to it all with his fuckgin nokia or something

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toomuchracket · 6 months

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mads i want to know how the tension between d word matty and girly during new years. specifically cause i know that charli and george had a party🙈

i'll write a smut kinda on this vibe nearer christmas, but this made me think about the first new year before you start properly seeing each other!! ok let's be a little bit evil here. yes, they have a party, but they don't announce it until the last minute and you have to be like "😟 i already told some of my friends i'd go out with them aw shit" - you say this to george when he and matty are in the office, and matty's internally like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", but he cheers up a bit when george is like "that's alright!! if you wanna come down at any time you're more than welcome" and you're like "oh i definitely will tysm". anyway, the night of... matty is lowkey moping around george's house before you get there, only perking up when you're referenced in conversations and going back to his drink the rest of the time; naturally, he gets a little bit tipsy, and cannot stop himself from replying to the also tipsy mirror selfie in the bar bathroom that you post on your insta story like "you look so good!! how's your night x". and you get all giggly at that (you are also tipsy) and reply "thank you 😚 no doubt you look good too!! and tbh it's so shit lol as soon as i've said happy new year to my friends i'm leaving and coming to you x" - matty's like "so you'll be here in like an hour? amazing. can't wait to see you x", and then he figures he should prob send a selfie in return, and swoons when you reply like "yeah i was right you look hot. see ya in a lil bit x". it's the flirtiest you've ever been with each other, and you're both really liking it. matty panics he's chanced it a bit too far when he meets you outside george's party, and hugs you then asks you if you had a new year's kiss, but you just giggle and shake your head like "everyone back there was mid. what about you?"; he's like "nah. there's nobody inside worth kissing", and his knees honest to god go a little bit weak when you boldly ask "what about outside?" (he's internally like rizz!! she has rizz!!). but he recovers enough to be like "oh, there's definitely someone, darling", and you smile so beautifully and whisper "good. i think so too", and you both lean in, and your hearts are racing, and you think you've never wanted someone so much, and you're juuuuuuuuust about to kiss each other when... ms xcx throws the front door open and says "BAAAAAABE you're here!!". she's so drunk she doesn't even register what you and matty were about to do, and she drags you inside to get you a drink and make sure you talk to everyone - matty's lowkey seething about her interrupting, but then you turn back to him and hold out your hand for him to take and he softens. you never quite get the perfect circumstances to retry the kiss again - there's always someone outside smoking or coming to sit next to you and whatnot - but it's still a nice evening for you and matty, both of you less inhibited by your feelings for the other; you end up falling asleep curled into each other on george's sofa, and in the morning he asks you to go for a drink with him properly at the end of the week. and we all know what happens from there... <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty

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bluepeachstudios · 7 months

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Hoo boy let’s hope mobile tumblr doesn’t accidentally delete this again anyways! (I had to retype this whole thing at least five times already TvT)

Anyways! Welcome to early Halloween and hiatus present; Ghost jokes/puns:

*steps up to microphone*

What sound do you hear if you explode a Ghost?

kaBOOm

How does a Ghost say goodbye?

“I can’t wait to seance you again”

What’s a Ghost’s favorite cheese?

Ghoul-da Cheese

What does Ghost say when he’s impressed?

“That was specter-cular!”

(He does not.

Shut up Donnie, it’s not like you would know

>:0

Boys, Boys stop fighting! I appreciate both of you.

Enough to call us specter-cular, Casper?

Well…)

A Ghost walks into a bar

He doesn’t notice

Why didn’t Ghost come back?

I guess he could see himself doing it

How should you greet a Ghost?

“Long time no see.”

Why are Ghosts so lonely?

They have no body to lean on.

(Is he crying?

Just let him have his moment)

I just realized my father is a Ghost

I realize the moment he walked through the door

What’s a Ghost’s favorite pizza?

Tomb-to and Cheese

How can you tell when a ghost is sad?

He goes boo-hoo

(Can confirm he does lol

Yep sounds like him

And then he goes to mope his cot for hours

Pls children stop bullying me :( )

What happens when a Ghost gets lost in the fog?

He gets mist

(Oh wow Wrinkly old me, is really breaking out the water works for this one… is he okay?

I guess you might have mist the point!

Leo >:/ )

What’s a ghost’s favorite element?

Boo-on

(…Why did you all just turn to me?

Well is it?

Is what?

Is it your favorite element?

No.)

Why did the Ghost get released from his charges?

They couldn’t pin him to anything

Why do Ghosts make such terrible liars?

They fall right through the bed

Mmmm yes halloween/ghost puns

#asks #gits ask

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partyanimal167 · 5 months

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Nice Rides- Kidd x F!Reader

And we're back! My bike is giving me shit right now which reminded me of this little fic that I haven't continued yet. I'll take Pearl (my bike) to shop later this week, so for now, we're going to pretend everything is perfect lol.

I need to write more Kid. He's so fun and spicy.

CW: black fem reader in mind, modern au, fluff, bubbly reader, light instances of misogyny, motorcycle stuff

Kid stood still with arms crossed and a deep scowl planted on his face. He wasn't sure what his role was in all of this, but he was fine with watching from a distance as people approached you and chatted away.

You cleaned up your bike for the show. It was glossy white with purple lights accenting the body. Your cat helmet chilled on the seat, and you talked eagerly with your hands--heart cutouts on your riding gloves visibe and the reason for your odd tan lines.

Kid didn't bother bringing in his old chopper for the event. He had a decent enough car parked elsewhere; he just tagged along quietly. Kid grumbled to himself mostly as old men pointed from far seeming to crack jokes and not take you seriously.

It pissed him off.

"Oh, there's a vendor I wanna go peek at real quick. I'll be back Kid!" you waved off before going to the tent area.

Kid grunted in response and looked around the grassy field--unsure of what to do with himself. He was surprised that you actually hit him up about the show. When he arrived, you just finished polishing off your ride and beamed at the mechanic before giving him a big hug.

Kid appeared calm as you rambled on about different Japanese models that you only saw in magazines before and how you wanted to find some accessories for your lanyard. However, Kid's mental gears were rolling. He had to remember that you were new to the area, so it was probably some form of comfort seeing him even though Kid wouldn't consider himself good company.

He only spoke to you a little, and the people he did know were interested in meeting you and how long you had been riding. Thankfully, not so many people were arrogant to think that you didn't know your stuff; enthusiasts go to these types of events. But that didn't mean there wasn't trouble.

Kid glared around as he popped his gum and honed in on you slowly making your way back with a little gift bag in hand. Two old geezers had stopped you, and you looked just as bright and sweet talking to them.

"That's a cute little moped you got there, sweetie. Did your daddy get it all fixed up like that? Make it a pretend bike?" one of the men jeered. You stiffened at the comment and decided to turn and walk away.

But an arm reached out with ill-intentions.

"Hey! I-,"

"I suggest you old farts fuck off and leave the girl alone. You can't even imagine handling a ride like hers." Kid barked out--easily getting in between the men and yourself.

The two spit on the ground and flipped off the man. "Whatever punk. You probably like riding your girlfriend's sissy ride. Do you have to ask for permission to touch it?" they laughed.

Kid started fuming. "I'll fucking-," he paused after feeling your hand on his arms. You gave him a gentle look--seeming to say how it wasn't worth it. Kid slouched his arms and let out a breath. "Fuck away from us your bastards."

You walked back to your ride with Kid stomping behind you.

"You're too nice. I don't know why people can't just be normal about you having a motorcycle." Kid grumbled as he plopped in an outdoor chair. You leaned onto your ride and just gave him a smile. (Ba-dump) Kid paused before turning his face away from you. "Anyway, go run around and see what's here. I'll watch your beaut."

You pouted and huffed. "But Kid, I want us to walk around together."

A blush started to creep. "But what- what if some punk touches your bike? Or those bastards fuck with it?"

You giggled and tried pulling Kid up from his seat. "If someone messes with her, then I give you one-hundred percent permission to beat them up. Plus, we'll take her to your shop so you can charge them crazy too. 'Kay?"

"Fine." Kid kissed his teeth as he stood, but you just wrapped your arm around his. You were all bright colors and smiles to his garage gloom and glares.

"Yay! So our date continues!" you cheered before beginning to head off.

Kid's feet followed, but his mind was elsewhere again. So it is a date.

~~~

Maybe I am gonna buy another motorcycle...

#one piece #one piece x reader #eustass kid #eustass captain kidd #black fem reader #fem reader\#motorcycle au #moder au #motorcycle show #mine #kid x reader #partyanimal167

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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tissues, a hoodie, and a hug (alternatively: remedies for a broken heart)

Kamado Tanjirou x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: platonic

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I recently found out that the guy i’ve liked for a while started dating a close friend of mine. Feeling heartbroken and upset lol. Anyways, how do you think tanjirou would try to cheer up a friend who’s heartbroken?

“What do I do?” Tanjirou asks, eyebrows scrunched helplessly as he stands in your bedroom doorway.

“Something!” your muffled voice exclaims, head barely visible as you burrow under your comforter, tossing a soppy tissue in his direction.

“Well- Obviously!” he squeaks, dodging your tissue, and then dutifully ensuring it makes it from the floor to the trashcan, “But what? Do you want to watch a movie? Binge a show? Cook food? Order takeout? Paint my nails? Cuddle?”

“No, no, no, eventually, I don’t know, maybe later,” you grumble.

Stepping closer to your bed, he tentatively pats what he thinks (??) is your foot, “I can cook if you don’t want to cook.”

“You can buy me food,” is your retort, foot twitching at his touch, “I don’t have any groceries.”

“Sooo I can buy you groceries and takeout!” he smiles triumphantly, testing the waters with a tug at your comforter.

“And you can give me your sweatshirt,” you huff, “Otherwise I’m staying here.”

“Surely you’re overheating?” he frowns, deftly slipping out of his hoodie.

“Yeah,” you snap, “But I won’t be by the time you’re done stealing my comforter.”

Fair enough he thinks, walking over to place his hoodie near your pillow. Amusement brightens his expression as you promptly grab it—like a sea creature pulling its prey down under—the comforter wriggling and wrinkling as you struggle to put it on. After a handful of grunts and a pitifully muttered I don’t wanna (he suspects he wasn’t supposed to hear it), you finally surface, cheeks red, eyes swollen, and hair messy with static.

“I’m hungry,” you pout, smooshed tissue box wrangled from the depths, and unceremoniously dumped onto your lap.

“I can be back in-”

“Don’t leave me.”

Nodding immediately, he rests a gentle palm on your shoulder, noting the tension in your posture, relieved when you lean into his gesture.

“I’m sorry,” sympathy in his gaze as your bottom lip trembles.

“Me too,” you mumble, nose scrunching.

With anger or with sadness, you aren’t quite sure.

“Do you want to yell about it?”

“Yell about it?”

“If you’re upset, then feel upset. Be upset,” hesitating before he whispers softly, “I’m safe,” for you, “I promise.”

He doesn’t flinch as you inhale deeply, a barrage of cussing, sobbing, and half finished sentences soon launched at him. Doing his best to keep track of the unfortunate events that led to your moping (he’d ditched Boys Night™ with Zenitsu and Inosuke when you’d called, refusing to tell him what was wrong, despite something clearly being wrong), he gradually pieces together most of the picture, tamping his own frustration because That isn’t what they need right now.

“Tan?” you blubber, crying harder as he instinctively hugs you, strong arms wrapped steady around your haunced frame, his familiar scent doing little to ease your frayed nerves, “Why did this happen? How could this happen? I’m so pissed and heartbroken and pissed and pissed and UGH !!!!!”

“I don’t know,” is all he can say, “You’re wonderful.”

“I’m b-borrowing this sweatshirt,” you hiccup, “To drown out the longing and the hurting.”

“Of course,” he murmurs fondly, poking at your side, “I expected nothing less.”

“Have a tissue,” you declare, releasing your embrace to shove the tissue box toward him.

“Huh?”

“In exchange for your sweatshirt.”

As with many of your offers—your demands—Tanjirou doesn’t mention its unfairness, even as he willingly accepts it.

“I love you,” you sniffle, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” he laughs lightly, inwardly sighing at your use of his hoodie’s sleeve as a tissue, “I love you too.”

#tanjiro kamado #kamado tanjirou x reader #tanjiro x reader #kamado x reader #drabble #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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xflippinfrogx · 8 months

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Okay!! hmmm so I feel both reggie and james don’t get enough lee! Moments in fics (in mauraders fics I’ve seen anyway) Soo maybe like switch? I’m not that creative like you are soo I can’t give a specific prompt in grand detail but maybe james wanting to be annoying and tickling reggie when he’s in his usual bad mood but james paying the price for it in the end? Something like that? but feel free to do something completely different :)

you’re content is literally amazing !!🤍🤍

-friendly anon (might reveal myself when confident enough lol)

Not in the mood..

A/N~ AHH YOURE SO SWEET!!!!! I totally agree, these cuties deserve so much more love.. Love the prompt btw!! I hope you enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!!

(P.S. I have my suspicions as to who you are but I would love to know I’m so curious!! There’s no pressure but I’d love to finally meet my friendly anon<33) ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

LEE~ Regulus & James

LER~ James & Regulus

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

💙THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC, NSFW DNI💙

It was a beautiful day at Hogwarts. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping. A picture perfect scene.

But Regulus was too busy hating the world to notice it.

If he’s being honest he doesn’t know why he’s angry today, he just is??

Normally there’s a reasonable explanation for his anger but he can’t seem to find one..

Right now he just wants to flaunt his teenage angst by glaring at the patch of grass he was currently picking at.

But then his dumb boyfriend decided he wanted to show up and be annoying. Damn Potter and his stupid pretty face.. and his ridiculously soft hair��

Maybe Regulus didn’t mind him being there.. Yeah he kinda liked the company.. but that wasn’t going to get in the way of his pointless brooding, no way!!

“Reggie I’ve been looking everywhere for you!!”

James was grinning ear to ear as he bounded over to him, he looked a bit like a puppy Regulus thought. “What are you doing moping by yourself when you could come play quidditch with me!?” James asked, his energy was practically radiating from him.

Regulus would have agreed, how could he not with the way James was looking at him? But he wanted to keep up his angry facade a while longer. Gotta uphold that reputation you know?

“I’ll play later, I’m not in the mood right now.” He replied focusing back on his grass plucking.

“But I’m so booored.” James whined. He was now sat next to Regulus, their knees knocking against one another.

“Then go and annoy Sirius or something.”

“Sirius is busy being all mushy with Remus, they kicked me out of the dorm.. I don’t want to think too much about why.” He shuddered.

Regulus wrinkled his nose, he didn’t want to think about it either.

He also didn’t want to think about the fact that his boyfriends hands seemed to be wandering awfully close to him. (Not like that you dirty minded scoundrel)

“Regulus I’m not gonna leave you alone until you say yess.” He smirked poking the younger boys stomach.

He turned his head away, stifling his laughter into the back of hand.

“C’mon just one round? I’ll go easy on you!!” He teased, hands creeping up Regulus’ sides.

“Jahames I don’t want to plaHAY QUIDDITCH RIHIGHT NOW!! GO AWAHAY!!” He shrieked as James reached his lower ribs.

James’ cheeks were practically splitting in half with how wide he was smiling. He hadn’t expected Regulus to lose it that quickly but he definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Aww would you listen to those giggles!! Not so moody and mysterious now huh Reg?” “I hahahate you soho muhuch.” Soft giggly laughter pouring from his mouth. “We both know that’s a lie my love.” James replied while admiring his blushy mess of a boyfriend.

Regulus saw his chance and quickly reversed their positions pushing James to ground and pinning his arms to his sides.

“You really thought youhu were going to gehet away with that? I don’t think soho Potter.” He spoke trying to seem intimidating. In reality he just looked like a giggly little kid.

But god was that kid about to wreck his boyfriend.

James immediately tried to wriggle out of Regulus’ firm hold but he was already weak from the anticipation. Regulus wasted no time tracing over his loves worst spots adoring every squeal and shriek he made. He loved him so much. But not enough to show mercy just yet~

He spent the next few minutes exploring every last spot he could think of.

“REGGIE PLEAHEHESE!!”

“James you’re practically a walking tickle spot it’s hilarious!!” Regulus teased through his own laughter.

“Are you sorry for annoying me?,” He eased up slightly not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

“I aham!! I’m sohorryhy” His laughter was frantic and bubbly as Regulus slowly dragged his fingers across his lower stomach.

“Are you sure~” Regulus asked digging his thumbs into the other boys hips.

“YEHEHEHES I PROHOMISE!! PLEAHESE STAHAHAP!!” His laughter turned silent and Regulus took that as his cue to stop. He pulled his still giggling boyfriend into his arms.

“Youhure ehevil.” Laughter dying down, James snuggled into Regulus’ chest.

“But you love me, idiot.” He smiled fondly at him while gently rubbing away any remaining tingles from his attack. They laid there limbs tangled together for who knows how long. Neither of them truly cared, they were content with each others silent company. Until Regulus broke the silence.

“Hey James?”

“Mm?”

“You still up for quidditch?”

“Maybe later.. I’m not in the mood right now.” He replied hugging his boy closer.

#marauders tickle #sfw tickling #tickle asks #Jegulustickle #lee!regulus #lee!james #tickle fluff

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thranduel · 2 years

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if i ever hear anyone complain about will liking mike or “getting in the way of m*leven” i will absolutely lose my mind

will has known mike for most of his life and it’s highly possible that he liked him before el even came into the picture. either way, they’ve been best friends since kindergarten and have the closest and most genuine relationship (like i’ve said many times, you can tell they’re most comfortable with each other because they can actually be themselves with each other), and even if will only started developing feelings for him more recently, he can’t control that and he’s not “getting in the way” of anyone (also, you have no idea what’s going through mike’s head, so how do you know there’s no chance of him having feelings for will? this is a fictional character. he hasn’t personally told anyone anything and it’s not impossible for him to have feelings for both will and el). anyways they were literally each other’s first friend and they’ve experienced so much together growing up. mike and will were best friends long before mike and el were boyfriend and girlfriend. so stop acting like mike is el’s property (and vice versa) and stop feeling threatened by a harmless boy who’s already been through enough and isn’t doing anything wrong. he’s most likely gonna get his heartbroken anyways because he always does so i don’t understand why people are so threatened by will and byler in general when the show has made it clear that they care about m*leven the most and they’re probably gonna stay together until the end since they’re apparently “married with no option of divorce” (which doesn’t really sound healthy but anyways moving on lol)

also please just stop and imagine how it would feel to be will because i feel like people don’t talk about this enough. if el didn’t accidentally open the gate and release the demogorgon in the first place, will wouldn’t have been kidnapped and traumatised and had his life changed forever. also mike wouldn’t have gone searching for him which means he wouldn’t have met el in the woods who he would later fall in love with (and then end up excluding will and forgetting about him because he’s too consumed with his relationship with her). and obviously i know el didn’t mean to do any of that, but just imagine how devastating and heartbreaking that would be for will to constantly be reminded of that. will’s life could’ve turned out so differently if that gate wasn’t opened. it literally changed everything for him. he never would’ve had that anxiety and trauma from the upside down and maybe things could’ve been different for him and mike, or at least their friendship could’ve still been so strong and nothing would’ve gotten in the way of that. it’s so unfair that he’s still dealing with his trauma AND it feels like he’s lost his best friend. i don’t even think i would be able to handle half of what will has been through without absolutely breaking. he’s truly the strongest and kindest character on this show because even after everything, he hasn’t changed as a person and he still manages to keep his head up. he’s so kind and gentle and selfless to everyone around him even when he gets ignored and forgotten about. and i know will loves el and they have a really sweet sibling bond (just look at how he was worried for her at school) but there will always be that devastating reminder of the things that happened in his childhood and especially when he sees her with mike, and that’s literally something he can’t control or forget about. you can’t blame him for rolling his eyes, moping around and feeling hurt ESPECIALLY after everything he’s been through. seeing mike and el together is hard enough for him, but it would be even harder because he’s struggling with his sexuality during a time where being gay wasn’t accepted AND because he has feelings for his best friend who he probably thinks will never like him in return

will seriously means so much to me, and because i relate to him in some ways and he’s my comfort character, i can’t help but put myself in his shoes and think about how he feels sometimes and it’s absolutely heartbreaking, especially because no one really talks about this. people just always start fighting about ships like it’s a competition and attack will as though he just came out of nowhere like he’s “trying to steal mike” and i’m actually sick of it. like please shut up because you know absolutely nothing

#i am a will byers protector always and i needed to get this off my chest #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 #mike x will

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heartbepure · 2 years

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commissions gone wrong

Daily commissions with Aether took a wrong turn—one the two of you bashfully welcomed anyway.

pairing: aether x gn!reader tags: fluff, sfw, reader is an adventurer, also kinda dramatic (lol), mentions of sleep deprivation. wc: 1k

It was supposed to be a simple day today. At least, that's how it usually went.

Daily commissions with Aether were just that. Commissions you do daily with little to no hassle. Their commonality should be a testament to how easy they are. The more difficult commissions rarely come by, after all. Simple commissions like delivering Sara’s orders from Good Hunter, gathering chunks of iron for blacksmiths, offering how many servings of wheat to Timmie and decimating hilichurl camps happened nearly everyday and dealing with them was usually a breeze.

Until today.

The lack of rest in your system beleaguered you into a tight spot with none other than your two adventuring buddies. One of the commissions Katheryne had for you today was a retrieval mission. When a researcher's tent got ransacked by hilichurls near Dadaupa Gorge, they unwittingly took a family heirloom, an old, decrepit pocket watch, said researcher desperately needed to get back.

Given the item's condition, all possible threats of worsening it must be avoided. The plan was to infiltrate the hilichurl camp and swiftly reacquire the pocket watch. Sounds simple enough until you accidentally set off a pyro slime bomb that alerted the hilichurls guarding the camp.

Now, your team had many mishaps in the past, often a result of inexperience or just bad luck in general but after years of adventuring, this one in particular was entirely your fault.

Last night, you proudly boasted of your abilities to function even with little to no sleep. You distinctly remember saying something along the lines of "sleep is for the weak" (it must be emphasized that you meant this adage ironically) earning a word of caution from a sleepy Aether and a sigh from a groggy Paimon.

It was half past midnight when you said that and it wasn't until the first glimpse of dawn peaked through your windows when sleep finally claimed you. Now, the afternoon sun is high up in the sky, its rays of light illuminating your face through the cracks of a wooden hilichurl hut. The light makes you squint, the sole heat from its glare and the fight prior made you sweat profusely and combined with fatigue, your discomfort had no hope of dwindling.

After you were swarmed with enemies in the front portion of the camp, the three of you retreated to a safe spot to recuperate and reevaluate your strategy. Or in your case, a spot where you can mope around.

Your two friends attempted to console you but you refuse. You brought this mistake upon yourself and you will deal with it like a responsible person should.

"There should be no mercy for dolts like me." you say with a solemnity ill-befitting the situation. Still, you resent how Paimon is quick to reaffirm your sentiments.

Aether, the more noble and prudent member of the bunch, shook his head. "It would've been better if you slept early but don't call yourself that "

Bless his heart, truly.

The gentle reproach touched you the way cooling balm would soothe irritated skin. Though for a moment, you recalled the last time you saw Aether so aggravated. A shiver runs through your spine when you think of the time he berated someone in the chasm. To see harsh behavior from your dear friend you often likened to the sun is like witnessing an eclipse, the precursor of unknown doom.

Unbeknownst to you, Aether has his reasons for being so soft with you.

"Look at me, Aether." you whip your body instantly only to bump into his.

Your figure wobbled and if not for Aether's firm grip on your forearms, you would've fallen over. Instinctively, you hold onto him as well. You flash a meager smile to show your thanks but even that wasn't enough to distract you from the feeling of his warm body flushed against yours.

From up close, you see the trail of sweat dripping down the side of his face, the rapid up and down motion of his chest, his parted pink lips and the brilliant shade of gold in his eyes which, if you think too much about it, is looking elsewhere. You try not to think about what he's looking at and you most certainly try not to do the same.

You call out his name, effectively snapping his gaze from your lips to your eyes. It's overwhelming, you think, as his eyes study your features. And just when you thought your knees were about to buckle, he whispers your name.

"You need to calm down. Sleep deprivation made you feverish and I'm worried about your heart rate." he continues and you swallow. You fail to notice Aether looking at your throat.

"B-because of this situation," you stammer, "it's my fault that we're here."

"It's alright. I don't blame you." he reassures you with a smile.

You smile back and for a while, you stay in that position, completely forgetting about your predicament at hand.

"Uh, ahem." Paimon's shrill voice interrupts, separating you and Aether from each other's hold. "Paimon knows you two lovebirds are smitten and in case you’ve forgotten, we're stuck here! And if we don't get moving soon, one of the mitachurls will find us and Paimon doesn’t wanna become minced meat, alright?"

Aether flushes, a light wash of pink coats his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Paimon snickers calling him out for looking like a toasted sunsettia. You, on the other hand, were not faring much better.

"Right." he nods.

"Yeah." you say, attempting nonchalance though clearly failing.

"Yes, let's get out of here."

"Good idea."

Aether leads the way, materializing his trusty dull blade in his hand, ready for any intruder. The speed in which he recovers stuns you. Somehow, you feel as though you need to follow his example.

Behind the two of you, Paimon shakes her head. “Paimon wonders if Bennett will let Paimon in his adventure team.” she muses. “He has awful luck but the sight of these two making googly eyes at each other every second would drive anyone insane and Paimon can’t take it anymore!"

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rocknrollsalad · 5 months

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STWG Daily Prompt (Nov 30) - Running Out of Gas

if you squint it's also the prompt for today (Dec 1) - road trip

⛽ pairing(s): jargyle

🚙 Jonathan is having a tougher time than he lets on and it ends up all coming out anyway

😿 content/trigger warnings: i don't think there is anything

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 word count: 1273

🌲author's note: this is mostly an experiment in jargyle. trying it out a little bit and playing in this new sandbox but since I'm barely 24 hours late on it, I'm still posting it. for me lol. it's a cute and great idea I should expand on but time and so many challenges and stuff.

A lot was going on with the whole world ending stuff, Argyle knew he was supposed to care but what was he going to do about giant cracks in the ground? He couldn’t fight some slimy vine monster who haunts dreams or whatever. If anyone was ever just some guy, Argyle knew it was him. Maybe this Vecna thing really liked pizza.

Or maybe he didn’t have enough. Good food would make anyone less angry. Argyle ate all the time and he never felt like snapping people’s bones. But he left the monster hunting to all the people who knew what they were dealing with.

Instead, he took on cleaning, cooking, and talking with everyone. It was amazing what talking about anything other than the tragedy they were looking at did for them. Argyle learned a lot about dragons and some things about very boring, uninteresting dungeons. He also learned that even though the cop acted like he didn’t like to be bothered, he really, really liked being bothered. The more people the better, even.

So yeah, Argyle should have gone home by now but he was playing a real part in a very scary situation. He couldn’t leave now. Jonathan needed him because somehow in all this, he and Nancy found time to break up.

Jonathan finally had the tough conversation he’d been avoiding and they did exactly what he was afraid would happen. Only it was hard to be sad about it. Everyone knew it was coming, even his mom barely found any comfort for the guy.

Yet Jonathan moped. For weeks. It was hard to watch but harder to be around and none of Argyle’s tricks worked. As much as he tried to come up with a plan, nothing helped. It was worse than the lead up to spring break and if Argyle wasn’t making friends with everyone else, he might have gone back to California. Sure, he’d probably never see Jonathan again but he wasn’t seeing him now.

Joyce came in like the angel she was and asked Jonathan if he’d run into town and get some things and before she could finish her request, Argyle was offering to drive. Anything to get out of the woods and maybe having Jonathan away from everyone else (all to himself) would help too.

Reluctantly, Jonathan agreed but he didn’t know how to agree any other way. He took the keys since he knew the way, got into the pizza van, and headed into Hawkins proper to get some more lumber, a pipe, and more milk. An easy list, they’d be done in no time so Argyle had to hatch some sort of plan quick.

Had he not been thinking so hard, he might have caught the turn Jonathan didn’t make. The building they were calling the hardware store was now behind them. The “Now leaving Hawkins” sign was behind them by the time Argyle realized.

“Hate to tell ya, man, but you overshot the hardware store.”

“We’re not going,” Jonathan answered, so flat and empty. His mind was already miles away, busy only with keeping the car in the lane.

“Wh-ere are we going?”

“Dunno.”

“Right on.” was all Argyle could think to say.

It’d be a kidnapping if he weren’t willing to follow Jonathan into those cracks in the city or outer space. There wasn’t a crime, just a new adventure. One Argyle rode along quietly until the van started to shimmy and sputter. Jonathan eased it over into a pull-out among the trees and a cough from the exhaust killed the engine for him.

Not that it brought any more conversation to the van. Jonathan continued to stare straight ahead, hands at ten and two like the upright citizen he was. As Argyle went to say something, Jonathan’s forehead fell to the steering wheel, brought down by an unseen force. From there, he let it all out.

This was a new place to be, not the destination Argyle expected but he couldn’t help but think it was one Jonathan needed to visit. Perhaps desperately. It was hard to watch, Argyle likely wasn’t meant to see this but he’d crashed the party, and forced his way into this. As much as he wanted to say he wouldn’t have come had he known, it would have made him want to come more.

Rubbing Jonathan’s back just like that night those gas station sandwiches gave them food poisoning, Argyle inched to the edge of his seat and did his best to stay quiet. He knew a lot of things about Jonathan and one of the hardest ones to put into action was keeping quiet. There was something to be said for how opposite they were but Argyle liked that part best, really.

Jonathan may have been granted the quiet but Argyle couldn’t stop everything and the inching to the edge of his own seat wasn’t enough. Argyle moved over to crowd into the driver's seat to invade Jonathan’s space. Room was immediately made for him. It didn’t take long for Jonathan to turn and curl up against Argyle to get that comfort and affection he so rarely asked for.

By that point, Jonathan was cried out but not ready for much else. Leaving Argyle to watch the cars go by and let his friend share some of the weight he held.

As selfish as it was, it all made Argyle feel better too. Being a help was at the top of that list. Even if it wasn’t asked of him and he probably wasn’t anyone’s first pick for this, he was here and willing. But it forced him to slow down to think about everything. Not just what Jonathan was going through but what he’d be dragged into.

He hadn’t been paying attention to know how much time had passed, somehow a lifetime and not enough, but Jonathan broke the silence with an obvious announcement, “We’re out of gas.”

“There should be a can in the back and I don’t mind taking a little walk.”

“I’ll go with you. You won’t know where to go.”

“Thought I’d just walk straight, something would show up.”

The silence said that was the right answer but they both let it pass by.

“I’ll come with you, we don’t know what’s out there,” Jonathan tried again.

It was a little difficult untangling from the shared seat and made standing out on the road feel empty and expansive. Argyle wanted to climb back in and stay there until the guys at home sent out a search party. They’d be mad but it’d be worth it.

Instead, they walked around to the back of the van and Argyle rooted around until he came up with a small gas can. Holding it above his head like a grand treasure, waiting for that familiar look of annoyance. Of course, it came before Argyle had his arms fully extended. Jonathan was still himself at least.

Without a word shared between them, they both walked in the same direction. Jonathan slid his hand into Argyle’s free hand and drifted closer as they wandered down the shoulder. For as weird as everything had been, this felt incredibly normal. Like they’d been doing this their whole lives.

Whether it was for comfort or something more, Argyle didn’t care. Friends could hold hands without it being something. At the same time, them doing this at eighty played in Argyle’s mind. A life spent side by side. Decades of annoying Jonathan seemed like a great use of his time.

“We’re gonna have to call your mom when we get there. She’s probably already worried.”

“I know.”

#hey everyone come see what i wrote now #stwgdailyprompt #two things at once - i'm on a roll #and going to bed lol

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 11 months

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Hey there! Could you humor me with a drabble?

Bryce shopping for the first gift he ever buys Jensen. He's excited but nervous. Jensen's style is unique, they're still a new couple, and Bryce wants to get this right so badly... he's scared shitless. lol

Only if it's interesting to you. Otherwise, no pressure at all :)

thank you sm for this ask!! i dont know when a drabble became nearly 1.5K words, but apparently it did

anyway lol i had a lot of fun w this one, ty!! now i wanna write a whole second part of them actually enjoying the gift lol

Completely//Complete Me

Fandom: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Jensen Valentine (M!MC)

Rating/Warning: M (swearing, adult themes)

Word Count: 1489

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Standing in the middle of the mall’s comic outlet, Bryce realized just how much he disliked the mall. It wasn’t so bad the last time—with Keiki and Jensen—but being there alone was a whole different game. He thought the many options would help him pick something out considering how blindly he went into it, but it only proved to be overwhelming.

It was Jensen’s first birthday after they had gotten together, and Bryce was hellbent on getting him something worthwhile. Sure, he had gotten him a few little gifts before, but this was something more. Bryce may have gone a little overboard with the pressure he put on himself for it, but no matter what, he knew he’d manage to find something good.

Every store he went into had options, but it felt like he was hitting his head against a wall with the amount of failed attempts they ended up being.

It didn’t help that Jensen had a questionably weird talent for gift-giving himself. Exhibit A: After weeks of the roomies deliberating on what to get Sienna for her birthday, going back and forth over the same things, Jensen nonchalantly suggested they should all chip in to get her a stand mixer.

Exhibit B: For Bryce’s own birthday the year prior (shortly after they first established their relationship), when he and Keiki took a day-trip to visit a handful of bookstores she had bothered him about, Jensen surprised him with a full tune-up and car detail. Who even comes up with that shit?

So now, there Bryce was, looking over an aisle of comics Jensen probably already had or read. It didn’t help that Jensen always came up with something practical yet still had the same shiny effect that any other expensive fancy gift would’ve provided.

With a sigh, Bryce accepted that maybe the mall just wasn’t working. Not before stopping for a coffee, Bryce quickly forgot it altogether, heading home and attempting to think of anything else.

That “thinking” lasted until the next night, popping into his mind again after a long, tiring shift. He hurried in from his car, trying and failing to outrun the January cold.

He had already done the stupid googling, filled with impersonal and unnecessary gifts, and talking to the roomies, which didn’t prove to help much as they were just as stuck as he was, and every other last-resort option. The most frustrating part wasn’t that he didn’t know what Jensen liked—he did—it was that everything he liked he seemingly already had. Also, Jensen had never been one to say he wanted anything, so Bryce never even had an offhand hint about it. He even considered DMing Aliyah and asking if she had any ideas.

Oh, was he getting desperate.

Moping on the couch with leftovers in his lap, he grabbed his phone from his pocket, pulling up Jensen’s Instagram to see if he could get any ideas. He scrolled through the hundreds of posts, stopping on a few here and there. By the time he hit Jensen’s undergrad ones, he was about ready to give up. Most of them were concerts and parties, and they had already done plenty of concert dates. If there were any he was interested in, Jensen would’ve already said it, so that was out the window.

Though, an event gift was a promising idea. Instead of trying to find something practical, sentimental, and with enough pizzazz to count as a worthy gift (according to Bryce), going somewhere might be a better option. Concerts were out, but Boston had plenty else to offer. Though Jensen was—shocker—working on his birthday, Bryce knew he had the weekend off.

Bryce grabbed his laptop from the side of the couch, making a quick Google search. The Boston museum of science sealed the deal with one picture of the triceratops model.

He couldn’t just do that, though, could he? He’d have to plan dinner at least, and maybe lunch beforehand? Or maybe he should plan to go somewhere else for the morning, too, like that new pirate harbor tour he had mentioned to Jensen a few weeks ago. What if Jensen was too tired for the museum after that, though? If it was more than two hours (as the website he had open suggested), Jensen’s social battery would probably be dead by then.

Bryce never remembered a time where he was this stressed about another person. Relationships, like most things, were a breeze for him, but even the small things with Jensen had him second-guessing his judgment.

Interrupting his overlapping, crashing trains of thought, the front door open and Jensen was quick to shed his coat. Bryce hadn't realized how much time had passed, entirely unprepared though aware of Jensen’s soon-coming arrival. Unable to find a better solution, he quickly slammed his laptop closed and practically tossed it onto the coffee table.

Jensen gave him a skeptical glance from the kitchen where he was kicking his shoes off. “Uh, whatcha lookin’ at?”

“Umm,” he said, blowing a puff of air from his lips, waving his hand nonchalantly towards his closed computer and looking at it like it’d come up with an answer on its own. “Porn.”

He could feel Jensen trying not to laugh from the other side of the room, holding it together just long enough to ask, “Is Hoarders adding to the ambiance?”

Bryce’s head snapped over to the TV where Jensen had gestured, and sure enough an unnecessarily graphic scene of Hoarders was playing. Shit.

After a second of recovery, he managed to come up with, “You don’t know what I like,” as a sad attempt at trying to continue this lie, almost laughing at it himself through the cringe.

Jensen started toward him, dropping his phone onto the coffee table as he replied through a chuckle, “I kinda do, though.”

Bryce sighed in defeat and smiled as Jensen leaned down to press a short kiss of greeting to his lips.

“It was stuff for your stupid birthday,” he answered the prodding question in Jensen’s gaze.

“Ouch,” he was quick to answer, plopping down on the couch against Bryce’s shoulder.

Bryce rolled his eyes and grabbed the remote to change the channel, adding, “I didn’t mean it like that.” And, of course, Jensen knew, but he needed to rib him at least a little.

After stealing Bryce’s fork for a bite of leftover lasagna, Jensen started new with, “What’s stupid about it?”

“You,” he answered, laughing at the offended look Jensen sent him. “You’re stupidly difficult to buy for.”

“Mmh, I’ve heard that one before,” he said, taking another bite before turning to Bryce. “You know, there is this crazy thing you might not have heard of before, though.” Bryce gave him a curious look, Jensen leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper and saying, “You could just ask me what I want.”

Bryce’s expression dropped, unamused, and Jensen let out an airy laugh.

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s a good suggestion.”

Bryce let out a half-whine, half-sigh, letting his head fall to the back of the couch. “Yeah, but I wanna do the whole perfectly perfect boyfriend thing where I just already know exactly what you want.”

Bryce tilted his head toward Jensen, who was quick to tuck a hand against his cheek, thumbing away a few whisps of hair.

“Yes, dear, but those are unrealistic standards set by the media.”

“And?” Bryce asked, slightly pouting. “It’s cute as fuck.”

Jensen gently put his hands up in a mock surrender, giving Bryce his win.

“Besides, I already have some of it.”

Jensen gave him a look. “Ooh, is it a bag with all the clothes you’ve stolen from me?”

Bryce let out a laugh. “You wish.”

Jensen shook his head, still smiling, and stood up from the couch. “Well, you finish whatever it is you were looking at,” he said, stretching with a nod towards Bryce’s laptop, “I’m getting in the shower.”

Bryce would’ve invited himself along, but he really did need the time to keep looking. With Jensen’s effortless reassurance, he grabbed his computer again.

The relaxed tone Jensen had throughout their conversation helped to mellow out the stress of the whole thing, Bryce taking a breath and starting at the museum. Knowing Jensen, dinner afterward would be plenty. Mashing his two earlier ideas together, he sorted through the…unexpected amount of pirate-themed restaurant options. He mapped out the easiest route then got their tickets for the museum, satisfactorily setting his laptop to the side and cleaning up dinner.

Jensen joined him a moment later, hands on his waist from behind with a kiss to his shoulder. “D’you figure it out or are you just gonna ask me?”

“I figured it out just fine,” he answered confidently. Jensen gave him a look of questioning disbelief that he mockingly returned, pressing a quick kiss to Jensen’s temple, smiling the whole time.

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#jensen valentine #open heart #open heart mc #bryce lahela #bryce lahela × jensen valentine #open heart choices #choices open heart #open heart fanfiction #open heart fanfic

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 20

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You have to drink that weird potion from the game that makes you trip out and stuff lol have fun with that sucker

Author’s Note: I know a lot of you are here for Seb, which makes me nervous to say this: For the next few chapters, Seb will be around, but not the main focus like he has kinda been.

I really hope I don’t disappoint, and that y’all enjoy this anyway ^^"

(Also, here is your reminder to see chapter 18 for a visual reference of Ras if you need a refresher, since he's visually based off of a mod in my story!)

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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My dumb ass feels guilty about sorta kinda going behind Seb and Sam’s backs and visiting the tower in the woods on my own. The fact that I’ll be going back again at some point is gnawing away at me.

I knocked out pretty soon after hitting my pillow last night, but I’ve spent the whole day after meeting Magnus moping around. Using snacks and cozy Ghibli movies in bed to cope. Couldn’t be productive even if I wanted to.

It’s just like… I have trust issues, whether it’s not trusting enough or over-trusting. What gives me the right to betray someone else’s trust, y’know?

I’m a monster.

Or, I’m totally making this a bigger deal than it needs to be… Maybe. Ugh.

Maybeee if I just come out and tell them I went there – or at least tell Seb – it won’t be too bad? Yeah?

I sigh for the upteenth time today, very dramatically. Pausing Howl’s Moving Castle (y’know, maybe watching a movie about a wizard isn’t helping…), I flop my head back down to the pillow, accidentally causing Cannoli to stir next to my feet. Then, I crack my knuckles, and grab my phone from beside me.

< hello 🕺

Sebastian > hello yourself

Sebastian > what’s up

< are you busy rn?

Sebastian > not particularly

Sebastian > miss me already? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

< shut up

< i just wanna talk about something i guess

< it’s not like

< serious or anything

< i don’t think

Sebastian> that’s not at all comforting

Sebastian > wanna come over?

< sure, i’ll head there in a sec

< love u 🖤

Sebastian> gross (love you too 🖤)

_______________

Head fuzzy and pits sweaty from my nerves and the heat, I slog my way over to Seb’s house. I should get, like, a bike or something. Or a car, once I finally have a steady income from crops. I haven’t driven in a while — used to love it, for the small amount of time I was able to.

Then again, there’s like, no roads I could even take to get around town without ruining shit. I wonder how Robin manages to get around with that big ol’ truck of her’s.

“You look like a mess,” Robin immediately points out as I enter the workshop. Rude… but understandable.

I groan, shuffling over to the counter and leaning atop it. “I was up later than usual and now I’m grumpy.” That’ll be my excuse, sure!

She stands up from her custom-made, fancy-ass wooden chair and leans across from me, lowering herself to eye level.

“Everything alright?” she asks, seeing right through me. Reaching out to put a comforting hand on my shoulder, she gives me a soft, lopsided smile. I tend to forget how quickly Robin’s motherly instincts can flick on, considering how much of a little shit she typically is.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I think,” I nod, “I’m just a big dummy.” “You’re not wrong,” she teases with a cheeky smile.

I laugh in response with a snort. “I’m outta here.”

“Be safe down there,” she sings out as I start my descent to the basement.

“Ughhhhhh–”

“Is mom being a creep again?” a muffled Seb calls out behind the door, having heard my pained groans.

As I enter, I answer, “When isn’t she at this point?”

“Fuck,” he mutters.

He was playing something – dunno what – but I’m assuming that was a response to whatever just happened. He clicks a bunch and leans back in his chair, takes off the headphones that were only half-on anyway, and brings his eyes up to me, indicating that he’s quit out of the game. I notice as he gets up that I’m still just awkwardly standing at the door, so I promptly make my way to the sofa, where he joins me.

“So?” he prompts. Shit, right to business.

“So, er…” I fiddle with some of the callus on my hands. Why am I so nervous?

“You went to that tower, yeah?”

I meet his eyes in shock. How the fuck did he know? Unless this new theory, that he can read minds, is true. “Y-yeah.”

“I had a feeling you would,” he smugly grins. This fizzles away my previous worries, but introduces the fear that he’s actually so goddamn perfect because he’s had a backstage pass to my motherfucking brain for the past several months that I’ve known him.

“And you’re not, like, mad?” I question, trying to push my paranoia aside.

He shakes his head. “I trust that you wouldn’t do anything that you think is unsafe.” I sigh, and lean on his shoulder. He wraps me into a warm cuddle. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”

I nod shyly. “I felt so bad for lying to you guys.”

“There are worse things to lie about, kid,” he laughs.

“‘Kid?’ We’re basically the same age,” I protest. As if I’ve never called him “kid�� before.

He lightly noogies me, and I frantically flap my hands against his tummy until he stops.

“I had a feeling you were gonna go there yourself,” he claims. “You’re normally too stubborn to give up on something so quickly.” I whine, not liking how easy I am to read, but I don’t defend myself. Because he’s right.

Only further supporting my theory.

“Find anything cool?”

“Yeah, actually.” I wonder if I should tell him about all the magic stuff for a sec, before opting out. “The man who lives there is really nice, and his house is gorgeous. Suuuper talented plant-dad,” I enthuse. “He agreed to let me bring Abby over sometime, too. We have plans to meet up again beforehand. Ya know, so we can really win her over without it seeming like some predisposed thing.”

And so that I can, like, learn magic or about magic or have something to do with magic.

I look up to check Seb for a reaction, and he’s frowning. “What’s up?”

“Why ‘we’? What does he want with her?” “Long story. It’s nothing creepy,” I promise, “but I’m not sure if he wants me just… telling people his business. So I’d rather not get into it, if that’s okay with you.”

Seb nods, but his features don’t falter as he looks blankly across the room.

“What’s up?”

He seems to shake away a thought before placing a kiss on my forehead. “It’s nothing, baby,” he tries to assure me.

I don’t believe him.

I groan under my breath, “Sebastiannn.”

“Hm?”

“Seriously,” I pry, “I can tell you’re bothered by something I said. If you are, I wanna fix it, or help, or something.”

“No. Um…” he thinks for a sec, as my eyes scan his face for answers. If there was anything I thought he’d be upset about, it would have been me going to the tower alone. “Fuck, whatever. Yeah.”

I sigh. I’m about to ask him what I said or did, when—

“So you know about all that arcane shit now, yeah?”

My eyes widen again. “Oh my god you are a telepath, aren’t you?”

“What? No,” he shakes his head. “Well… I mean. Yeah, I am, actually.” !!! “But I don’t use it, like, ever.”

My stomach drops.

What if he’s lying to make me feel better?

I push my insecurities aside again. “Then how’d you know?”

Seb leans his head against the top of mine and sighs, playing with the ends of my hair as he speaks. “I went there once when I was younger – had to have been, like, 20 or somethin’ – and met Magnus. Haven’t seen him in ages… it was all too weird for me.” Wow. The last thing I expected to hear was that he actually knows the wizard himself.

He continues, “I didn’t want anyone finding out about it exploiting him somehow, and it also just, like…” He takes a moment to gather his thoughts. “I figured all that fantasy sorta shit is best kept as a genre, and nothing else, ya know? I’ve been into it in games, manga, everything, as an escape from real life for as long as I can remember. The idea of living and experiencing all that stuff firsthand freaked me out. So,” he shrugs slightly, lightly jostling my head. “I just kinda kept it to myself, eventually deciding to abandon it all together. Ghosted Magnus, which obviously was a dick move, but I’d figured if I was needed or anything, he’d reach out. Aaand he never did. So… yeah.”

He puts a big hand on mine, bringing awareness to the fact that I’m clutching onto his black t-shirt so hard. Whoops. I ease up my grip.

“I’m sorry if this, like, triggered anything for you,” I say, looking up to meet the rich indigo of his eyes. “I had no idea anyone knew about him and what he does, really.”

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault,” he reassures me with a dry laugh, “I didn’t think I’d still feel this bitter about that stuff.”

“Do you have bad blood with Magnus or something?” “No, not at all,” Seb rejects. I notice a tiny smile forming on his features – one that I don’t think even he knows is there. “He was a really great friend for the few months that we knew each other.” “Just mourning a loss, then?”

“Yeah,” he sighs with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Something like that.”

A few beats pass before I softly offer, “I can give him your regards when I see him again, if you want. Just for closure if nothing else, y’know?”

He shakes his head as he replies. “Nah, no thanks. I’d rather do it myself if I ever feel like it.”

I slowly nod. “So… would you be against me learning magic?”

Seb doesn’t answer for a little, but I don’t prod. I want to give him time to think. I consider the question, too. I really, really want to get involved in this stuff, if it’s actually, like… in my blood or whatever the fuck. I want to respect Seb’s past, but I haven’t been this eager to learn something new in forever.

He breaks the silence, finally. “Kinda, honestly.” I can feel myself deflate. Fuck me. “But I wouldn’t stop you from trying it.” …Oh?

I raise my eyebrows, a little surprised that he’s so chill about this, given what he’d just told me. “You sure? ‘Cause I’m pretty stoked to do it, honestly,” I confess, not able to keep a grin from forming as I think of what’s to come. “But you’re more important than becoming a wizard or witch or whatever the fuck.”

“I think so,” he responds, scruffing my hair a bit. “If it’s something you want, you should go for it, as long as I don’t have to be directly involved or anything.”

“Of course not. I’d never want to put you in a situation that could hurt you.”

Seb kisses my forehead, muttering something about me being a big sap, then wraps his thumb and forefinger around my chin, bringing my mouth up to his. I ignored his cheeky remark in our texts earlier, but god, I really do miss these lips when I’m not around them. I deepen our kiss and reach up to take his face in my hands, thankful that this went relatively well.

_______________

About a week and a half has passed since I’ve really left the farm. My most recent ~off-campus~ excursion was when I visited the wizard again for a small overview of what I’ll need to do in order to start this weird, magical journey of mine. That was a few days after I met with Seb to apologize for being a sneaky lil’ rascal.

I’ve been balls deep in preparing my farm, hoping I can get some more land ready for crop-growing by autumn. I knew that it would be in my best interest to use the sudden hyperfixation as fuel to work. I can only live off of Grandpa’s inheritance for so long.

A few mobile Discord calls with Seb, Sam, and Victor, with strict instructions not to come over until further notice, have been keeping me motivated as well. I always find it easier to get things done when someone other than myself is there to hold me accountable, but get distracted too easily to have someone else physically present.

The downside to this, though, is that I missed a supposedly important town event: some beachy potluck luau… thing. It sounds like it was boring, but I kind of wish I got to experience it for my first year here. I had no idea it even existed until Seb and Sam called me from the party itself, and at that point, I didn’t want to show up covered in soil and empty-handed.

After that, I realized I should touch some grass that isn’t mine, deciding to leave the house at my next possible opportunity.

This morning I received a letter from Magnus, telling me to go see him in his tower at my earliest convenience. I wonder if he could read my mind from all the way over there…

Coincidence or not, my excitement about all this fancy magic stuff hasn’t fizzled away whatsoever — unfortunately taking precedence in my mind over what I’m now calling Mission: Abominable (Heh, get it? Like, Mission: Impossib– sorry.) — so I made his task my duty for the day.

Going to Magnus’ house this time is a lot… friendlier on my body than the past two. I still feel that weird connection to it, but it seems like it’s eased up. As if the spirits know I’m mentally locked-in on fulfilling some weird destiny of mine, and decided to cool it with the obnoxious straining.

I jog up the stairs, my favorite skirt swishing around with each step I take. Noticing his lack of telepathic intrusion as I slowly waltz up to the door, I knock.

“You home, Magnus?” I call out.

“Yes,” he shouts, verbally, from what sounds like a far room. “One moment, please!’

Upon his confirmation, butterflies float around my tummy. I promptly start fidgeting with the sleeves of my tucked-in henley.

The flutters are probably just there because I’m excited to learn more about myself, and magic, and whatever.

The door opens in front of me, and Magnus looks a little disheveled. “Apologies for the wait,” he grins, “Please, come in.”

“Everything alright?” I ask, eyes trained on his messy tresses. Noticing this, he reaches up to flatten it all back into place.

“Yes, I was just struggling to find something I’ll be needing today. I’ve acquired it, though!”

“Cool,” I respond. I wonder if that “something” even has anything to do with me… I hope I didn’t interrupt his original plans for the day. “By the way, is it okay that I just sorta… showed up?” I begin to stim with my sleeves again as I speak. "I can give you a call or we can set a date next time, or something.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he reassures, guiding me over to the cauldron. “I foresaw your arrival.”

“So you can predict the future, too, huh?”

What sorta shit can’t this guy do? I mean, I guess if he’s powerful enough to constantly maintain a magical barrier around the valley, he’s gotta be a strong and talented wizard. But still.

“To a certain degree, yes.”

“For how long did you know that I’d be coming here the night we met, then?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he muses with his back turned.

He’s setting up a bunch of ingredients on the counter. I peek around him from my place on the opposite side of the pot and see a few crushed leaves of some sort, some flowers that I dunno the name of, mushrooms, bearberries… ooo, I wonder if he’s making a potion today! Excitement brews (Really, I am so sorry for all these puns) within me as I realize that this is all real.

I muffle a laugh. “No shit, that’s why I asked.”

“Ah, of course. That makes perfect sense.”

“...So you’re not gonna tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

Fucker, I think, rolling my eyes despite the big dumb smile plastered on me.

“Language, miss,” he exclaims as he turns to face me, his amusement closely mirroring my own.

So “shit” is fine, but you draw a line at “fuck?”

“Sure,” Magnus replies. I palm my face, shaking my head, as my body shakes from giggling so hard. “I’m kidding, of course,” he confirms.

“Respectfully, get out of my head,” I sigh. “Seriously, how many of my thoughts have you heard?”

“No matter!" Ah, great. More ambiguity. “I’m brewing for you today a potion that will help you hone your potential skills,” he explains, mixing his ingredients into the cauldron. It smells funky… hopefully it at least tastes okay.

“It won’t hurt, will it?” I worry out loud, moving closer to his side now.

He peers down at me and shrugs. “Well, no, but you may feel a little nauseous. That’s more of a byproduct of the taste, than the properties of the mixture itself.”

“Ugh. So it’s gonna taste as, like… musky as it smells?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” he grins apologetically. “Fear not, I have a solution!” Magnus leans his stirrer – I haven’t seen the bottom, so I’ve got no idea whether it’s a spoon or not – in my direction. “If you’ll be so kind as to take over, for a moment.”

I take the device from him and continue to mix the elixir. It’s not as… pretty as the one I saw a few nights ago. Just as green, but more bubbly and sloppy than it is shimmery. I wince, trying to imagine what the texture is going to be like.

Magnus rummages through a drawer underneath the surface he was working on before. “Ah-hah!” he whispers.

He spins around, and is now holding a sealed stick of rock candy in his hand. The full display of his ever so slightly crooked teeth, and the way his little mole scrunches underneath his eye crinkles as he beams at me, is just as sweet as the treat he’s holding. This man is precious.

“T-this should make it more bearable,” he prompts.

His eyes flashed pink for a quick second, and he stuttered for the first time since I’ve met him. Please tell me he didn’t hear me calling him precious. Or… thinking of him as precious? Agh.

He holds out the treat for me, and we swap places again. I grin down at the candy, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. It feels a little juvenile… like, if you eat your veggies, you’ll get to have some dessert!! I don’t think it’s intended by any means – Magnus has been nothing but pleasant to me, and apparently to Sebastian too.

And it’s not that I don’t like it... I fucking love rewarding myself with snacks.

Why am I so self-conscious about this? Get it together, lady.

I shyly thank him, fumbling around with the white ribbon that’s neatly tying the candy’s plastic wrapping in place. “Is this gonna be as… chunky as it looks?” I question, scrutinizing the liquid.

“Indeed it is.”

“Gross.”

I look up and see him nodding, a pained look on his face. “Luckily, it should go down quickly, so long as you don’t gag.”

He smiles again, this time more lopsided and not-so comfortingly. He knows it’s gonna suck. He knows that I know it’s gonna suck. I think he’s slowly realizing that his attempts to dilute my worries are pointless.

I groan, prompting a chuckle from him. “Just think of the candy, (y/n),” he softly encourages. As if he isn’t laughing at my pain right now.

I nod curtly. “Think of the candy,” I quietly repeat, soothing myself. Glaring at the dumb, bubbly goop in front of me.

Magnus lifts his stirring device – it’s just a long-ass ladle – and pours some of the contents back into the mixture. “It looks like it’s ready!”

…Good lord. I really don’t do well with big textures. This is going to be a nightmare, if that sludgyness is anything to judge by.

“It looks like it’s disgusting, you mean?”

“If sweets aren’t enough comfort for your psyche, think of the results!” he says while scooping the potion into a small, glass vial. Looks to be about a shot glass or two worth of liquid.

He hands it over, and while I inspect it, he continues, “Regardless of whether or not you have the capability to create magic, you will be more in tune with nature, which will help in your profession. You should feel less fatigued from hereon as well, and–”

“Ah, that’s right! We don’t even know if I can be a wizard or whatever, yet.” I complain, nose scrunched.

A moment of uncertainty passes, before he breaks the brief silence. “...Think of the candy?” He winces, smiles, and shrugs, his eyebrows upturned.

I take a deep breath in and out. “Think of the candy.”

_______________

“Fucki’g shit, Magnush!”

“I’m sorry, (y/n)! I promise you that I have never heard of a reaction quite like this!”

From the ground beneath him I moan in pain, rock candy hanging out of my mouth, my arms around my stomach and knees tucked to my chest. My eyes are pouring with tears – not of sadness, but of pure agony.

“It hurtsh sho bad, oh my fucki’g god!” I slowly lean forward, resting my forehead on the surprisingly cool iron of the cauldron.

The potion was just as disgusting as I’d imagined it would be, but that shouldn’t have been my main concern, apparently. I’ve never felt so bloated or crampy in my life.

Think: worst period cramps you’ve ever had, perhaps with endometriosis, but then cranked up, and also it’s in your stomach too. I have no idea what childbirth feels like, but I can’t imagine this being far off. This is fucking awful.

I’m almost positive that I’m allergic to one of the ingredients he’d used, because neither of us know why else I’d be reacting like this... Unless my body is just that resistant to the arcane.

Magnus, blue-eyed with guilt, hastily drained out his cauldron and began crafting a new tonic upon the realization that I wasn’t just super icked by his concoction. This new one should (hopefully!!) have healing properties. He’s anxiously mixing new ingredients above me with one hand, partially leaned over so that he can keep his left palm comfortingly atop my head.

“I’m sorry, my dear, truly! I’m working as quickly as I can.”

I know he didn’t mean for any of this to happen, but in my pained delirium, I feel so betrayed. I whine out in response, letting the rock candy fall from my mouth and onto the floor where it shatters.

“I’ll clean that up later, I’m sorry,” I sob.

“That is the absolute least of my worries, (y/n)!”

He murmurs a quiet spell of sorts, gives the mixture one last stir, and softly rubs my head, before going to grab a vial for the new potion.

Wiping away the tears that obstructed my vision, I lean back slightly, swivel to the side, and look up, watching him pour the new elixir. This one is pretty, which hopefully is a good sign: cerulean, thin liquid with specks that resemble a prismatic glitter floating through it.

Magnus kneels in front of me, ready for me to receive the potion. But noticing the self-soothing death-grip I have on the fabric of my no-longer-tucked shirt, he instead takes matters into his own hands.

His blue eyes become rosy as he focuses on my pout, bringing the vial to meet it. I sniffle and open my mouth slightly to wrap my lips around the glass tube, craning my neck as he puts a large hand partially on my face and partially on the side of my head for support.

This potion is a lot colder than the last, and feels slightly fizzy going down. It’s soothing. I’d say it’s almost as sweet as the rock candy I’d destroyed earlier, too. And luckily, the instant it hits my stomach, I feel better…

But now I’m painfully aware of his thumb softly brushing my jawline, the blush on his cheeks, the blush on my cheeks, the faint warmth of his breath, his fingers in my hair, the—

He pulls his hand and the vial away, smiling. His eyes are their base shade again.

“Better?”

Heat grows up to my ears and down my neck, as I nod. “Much,” I squeak out.

An uncomfortable pit forms in my stomach as I notice that the ghost of his touch is still lingering on my skin like static.