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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Under The Table ~ LF [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

GENRE: Smut, fluffy, teasing, use of names “cock whore,” oral both F and M receiving, cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people)

PAIRING: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

The dorms were unusually quiet when you walked through the door, your boyfriend was sitting on the sofa concentrating on a game while you could hear mumblings coming from the kitchen. This was as quiet as it could ever be in the dorms considering there were eight men that acted like children living there. You figured the rest of the boys were all doing their own thing while Chan and Hyunjin were cooking was you suspected to be a lovely meal,

"Y/n? Oh, thank god!" You heard a dramatic sigh from Hyunjin as he called out your name, gesturing for you to join him and Chan in the kitchen, Felix looked up from his console and smiled at you. Taking in your appearance as you headed into the kitchen to see what the boys wanted. You were wearing his favourite outfit on you, a black floral dress with your hair just the way he liked it. He knew you'd dressed up for him which made him feel warm inside at the thought of finally getting to see you.

"I need your tasting ability, Chan said it's spicy." You rolled your eyes at the comment of spice coming from the one member who couldn't handle species in the slightest. Chan stared at you with his arms folded across his chest waiting for some kind of sarcastic comment to come since he knew you all too well to know something was coming his way.

"Why do you ask Chan? He can barely handle ginger nut biscuits," You teased, taking a clean spoon from the drawer and trying some of the soup that was bubbling on the stove in front of you. It looked as though it would be a little spicey but nothing that was too much since they all knew how much Chan hated the spice.

"Seems perfectly fine to me Hyunjin, Chan's just a baby." You nudged Chan playfully in the side before leaving to go and join Felix on the sofa ignoring the sarcastic laughter coming from Chan. It had been so long since you and Felix got to hang out together and this was the first time you'd seen him in over two weeks so you were going to take every opportunity to get as close to him as you could,

"I missed you," You whispered, wrapping your arm around his as you laid your head on his shoulder watching him play on the game you'd gotten him recently for the switch. It turned out he was just as addicted to Stardew Valley as you were, playing it every spare moment that he could.

"I missed you too," He cooed, saving the game before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and snuggled together with you, staring down at your dress as he played with the hem.

"You like it?" It was a stupid question since you knew this happened to be the dress that Felix loved on you, well...loved to rip off of you but who could blame you for wanting to tease him just a little?

"You know I do," He growled in a low voice so that only you could hear him speaking, the doors to the dorm bedroom's opened and slowly the boys began to appear one by one. Some of them going into the kitchen to sneak a taste of the food while the others came to talk with you. You'd gotten close with each of them over your time with dating Felix, it was as if you were apart of the family.

"Are you staying tonight?" Jisung asked as he stole the switch from the coffee table in front of you all, earning a death glare from Jeongin who had initially been going to grab it first.

"I wish, I'm up early tomorrow for work and I didn't want to wake anybody up," You pouted, Felix's grip around you tightened as he thought about letting you go later that night. All he really wanted to do was keep you with him longer than he could, just the two of you. As much as he loved the fact that you got along so well with the boys he wished he could have some time with you by himself, the two of you hadn't gotten that in so long.

"Are you coming back after work?" Felix whispered to you as the boys began talking amongst one another, as you turned to look at Felix you realised how upset he seemed that you would be going home soon after eating but you nodded.

"If you want me to? I have some time off so I can come over..." He nodded at him, placing a small and quick kiss on your cheek as neither of you was fond of being overly public with your affection for one another not wanting to gross the other boys out or rub it in their faces.

"Sounds perfect to me, I have no practice this weekend," You smiled at the thought of you both waking up in the mornings together, it was normally spent laying in his bottom bunk your head laid on his chest listening to his slow heartbeat while he ran his fingers up and down your back. It was one of the most relaxing ways to wake up beside Felix, not to mention the most romantic if he decided he wanted to sing to you in the mornings.

"Dinner is served," Your thoughts were interrupted by Hyunjin who was ringing a small bell to announce that everything was ready, Felix tapped your knee and you both raised from the sofa.

The table was spread out beautifully, seats were around the table with place settings and cute napkins laid out.

"We went a little over the top," Hyunjin chuckled as he pulled out two chairs, one for you and the other for Felix beside one another at the end of the table. This was just supposed to be a cute "we missed you" meal but it looked as though Chan and Hyunjin had prepared a full course meal and the table was decorated for a restaurant.

"Dig in," Chan called out as everyone glanced at one another nervously not knowing if they should start or not,

"Here," You laughed softly picking up your spoon and showing that the soup was fine to eat and the boys followed along. Even Chan decided to eat some of the soup as he began eating. All of you exchanging conversations about how their week had been going, talking with one another about all of the different things that they had been up to.

Throughout the meal your hand innocently began to rest on Felix's knee while you spoke with Changbin about some of the songs he'd been working on recently.

"I've been working on a joke song lately, Chan and I have been blocked," He sighed as he shook his head, Chan immediately laughing as he remembered the day they had spent in the studio creating a joke song together.

"What's it called?" You questioned with a hesitant tone, staring at Changbin who was starting to turn a little red.

"Can't Live Without You Changbin," He answered making your mouth fall open as you began to giggle softly at the title track, asking him for lyrics as your hand slowly and innocently began to massage Felix's thigh not noticing what you were doing at first. The thing was that one small touch from you sent Felix into a spiral, pining after you as he felt your hand raising higher on his leg but you didn't seem to notice and if you did you were doing a good job at playing dumb.

"Lix? You okay?" Chan's voice made you turn to look at your boyfriend who was gripping onto his glass of water so tight his knuckles were beginning to turn white and his cheeks were red.

"Lixie?" Your voice came out almost as innocent as your touch but as soon as you felt Felix's leg twitch you knew what was going on and what was making him like this.

"Feeling a little light-headed," He lied as he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip but you smirked to yourself. Raising your hand towards the crotch of his pants where you gently ran your fingers over the outline of his cock, just like you thought. He was hard and clearly ready for you which only made you smirk more at the thought of teasing him under the table in front of everybody.

"I'll get you some ice," Seungmin said as he got up from his seat and headed behind you into the freezer.

"My poor baby," You cooed in Felix's ear, your breath sending shivers down his back and he knew then that you were teasing him.

"Babe," He hissed to you so that only you could hear him but you ignored him starting to palm him through his trousers as you kissed his cheek softly. Playing innocent around the boys while you were doing something completely opposite out of their line of sight.

You felt Felix twitch under your touch as you continued to palm him through the denim fabric of his jeans so you rubbed your hand down his thigh giving him a break but it only made him grunt out.

"I'll get you back," You nodded at him as he whispered into your ear,

"Not yet, the boys are all here." You stared at him and he glared back at you, wishing he'd never agreed to your deal about not having sex when the boys were at the dorms.

"What if we had ice c-cream for dessert?" Felix stuttered through his sentence as you began to rub him again but he managed to keep his cool. Locking eyes with Chan as he hoped they would go to the store and buy something for you to share,

"Ice cream sounds nice," Minho agreed looking at the boys for their opinions.

"Sure. We could all go for a walk-"

"No! No! I mean-" Felix cleared his throat as he realised how quickly he had cut off Hyunjin and he bit down on his lip.

"Y/n and I can stay here...We'll do the dishes," Your hands were on the table now, staring at Felix in horror as you realised he was about to get all of the boys out of the house for one reason and one reason alone. Punishment time.

"If that means I don't have to do the dishes I am completely fine with that," Changbin called out as he rushed up to get his coat and mask hurrying so nobody would change their mind.

"Amen to that," Jeongin chimed in, following in Changbin's footsteps as he headed for the coat rack at the entrance of the dorms.

"Dish duty, I'll wash you dry," You told Felix as you began to run hot water from the faucet. Felix let out a dark chuckle as he came up to stand behind you. Grinding against you so you could feel what you had done to him over the course of the last hour under the table.

"Oh no. We're not doing any dishes, not yet." He bit down on your ear lobe as you let out a shaky breath,

"W-What if the boys come home and ask why they're not done yet?" Your eyes fluttered closed as Felix continued to kiss and suck down your neck until he reached your shoulder.

"Then you'll explain something to them. I need you." He growled, running his hand up your thigh, lifting up your dress as you gasped out at the sudden cold air to your core.

"My dirty girl," He mumbled against your neck spinning you around so suddenly you dropped one of the plastic cups you had been holding.

"Up on the side," You frowned at his words not moving,

"Why the side?" You questioned, staring at the countertop behind you as he smirked.

"You're right, food is meant to be eaten at the table." You let out a small squeal as he suddenly picked you up, carrying you over to the kitchen table before laying you down on the hardwood. Grabbing your ankles he pulled you to the edge of the table, putting your feet onto the wood and slowly spreading your legs to expose your clothed core.

"My dessert," He chuckled, running his thumb over your clit through your underwear.

"I haven't even touched you yet and look at you, already dripping." You whimpered as he began to pull down your underwear, lifting up your ass so that he could get them off with ease. He let out a small moan as he watched your core closely, licking his lips at the sight of you.

"Fuck, I'm starving." He smirked at you, putting your underwear into his pocket before kissing either of your thighs.

"Mind if I get a taste?" You hated that he was going to take his time with you when you both knew you wanted this to go fast so you could be together before the boys came home.

"Lixie," You protested as he continued to tease you but he ignored you continuing to kiss your thighs until he reached your core. Blowing cold air onto your clit before smirking wildly at you as you let out small whimpers.

"Lix." You hissed as he took his time,

"I need you, don't tease." You moaned out as you locked eyes with him, he smirked sinking down onto his knees in front of you and he ran his tongue through your folds slowly a few times before attaching his lips to your clit. Moaning out in sync with you as he pushed his face deeper against your core, burying himself deep into you.

"F-Fuck!" You cried out as he moans out against your clit, sending a vibration over your body that made you cry out his name.

"Felix!" You moaned out, running your hands down to his hair and threading your fingers through, begging him not to stop as he began to lap up your juices. Sliding two fingers into you as you cried out his name. Your legs began to shake as you felt yourself getting closer.

"L-Lix- close," Was all you could manage to muster out as he hummed against your cunt. Dragging his tongue up the length of your clit and humming once again. Your body shook as he continued to do it over and over again, eating you out as if you were the ice cream he'd sent the boys out to get.

"Felix!" You mewled out shaking your head as you knew you were going to cum but he continued to push against you. Staring up into your eyes as he smirked,

"Cum." He ordered you, gripping onto your thighs tightly as he continued to pump two fingers into you roughly, curling them up as you moaned out his name. The pleasure exploding inside of you as you threw your head back against the wooden table, screaming out his name as he continued to eat you out prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking violently from his touch.

"Cute," He chuckled darkly, wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared down at you, a panting mess.

"Your turn," You hummed as you slid down from the table, doing your best not to lose your balance as you pushed him onto the table. He leant against the edge of the table staring down at you as you shakily undid his trousers and pulled them down to expose his cock. You let out a gasp as you felt drool running down the corner of your mouth. Your eyes staring at his erection as Felix watched you closely, waiting to see what you would do. A giant smile took over his face as you licked him from base to tip before taking him into your mouth. He let out a groan as you began to take his cock in and out of your mouth periodically, pushing yourself deep so you could gag on it.

"O-Oh fuck," He moaned out rolling his hips in time with you as you moaned around him, looking up to see him in total bliss. His eyes were fluttering as he let out small moans and whines, you continued to take him into your mouth. Gargling and gagging around him as you tried to please him as much as you could with your mouth but he suddenly held you down on his cock.

"J-Just like that," He groaned out as your throat contracted around his cock for a second before he pulled you off him and moaned, you had a string of saliva and cum dripping from your lips and your eyes were tearing up but you'd never looked so sexy,

"T-Table, quick." He moaned out, kicking off his trousers as you hoped back onto the table. Hearing him chuckle as you at the edge of the table,

"No, no princess. Ass up, chest against the wood." You whimpered sliding down from the table and bending over so you were exposed to him. He pushed up your dress and slapped your ass cheek playfully, letting out a small moan as you bucked against his touch.

"So obedient for me after being a tease during the meal," You shivered as he began to run his cock between your wet folds, your clit throbbing out for him to sink into you.

"Tell me how much you want me," He was breathing heavily now as he continued to rub your cock through your wetness, you knew he needed you as much as you needed him so you weren't going to tease him anymore.

"I-I need it, I need it more than ever...L-Lixie it's been too long." You whimpered in submission and Felix let out a whine. Sinking into you as you let out a loud moan, hands gripping onto the edges of the table.

"All mine," He moaned out as he pulled back out of you looking down at his cock that was covered in your juices,

"So fucking hot." He praised as he began to move inside of you once again. His dancer hips snapping in and out of you in practised motions as he fucked you, making you cry out as it built up your orgasm inside of you.

"Fuck! Felix!" You cried out as he continued to fuck into you, making your eyes roll back as you laid your head against the cold wood,

"Feel good baby?" He asked rhetorically as he continued to snap in and out of you at an unruly pace.

His phone lit up on the table and he smirked feeling you clenching around him, he knew you were close so he told you to check his phone,

"Who is it?" He questioned as he continued to slam into you, moaning out as he felt your wet walls clench around him once again just the way he wanted.

"T-The boys, they're j-just down the road," You dropped his phone as he pulled at your hips,

"You better cum quickly then, unless you want them to see you like this," He hummed at you, reaching down to rub your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

"Do you want them to see how much of a cock whore you are, just for me?" You screamed out at the name and Felix let out a dark laugh,

"You like that name? Looks like I'll have to use it more often my little cock whore," Without warning, you came around his cock letting out a pathetic squeak as your lips parted and his name was the only thing you knew what to say. Cumming around him until he thrust into you holding himself deep as he came hard. Hips jittering as he held you close to him, letting his hot cum fill you up as you struggled to think straight.

After a couple of seconds, Felix pulled out of you, grabbing some napkins as he kissed your cheeks holding the napkins at your core.

"Go clean up, I'll make a start on the dishes," He whispered to you, kissing you before you began to carefully run in the direction of the bathroom. The boys walking through the door a short time later and yelling out that they had ice cream and other snacks ready for when the dishes were all done.

Tagline: @taestannie @kneel-begyourpardon @minholuvs @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @that-anxious-bisexual

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ramblingandwritings · 3 years

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Stardew Valley Elliott fluff alphabet

I've been playing Stardew Valley and I got the urge to write for it. I'll probably do the NSFT variant of this soon

A = Activities (What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

If you want to teach him one of your hobbies or go out, then he's all for it. He thinks it'd be fun to pick up a hobby as a couple like painting. Honestly, he's fine doing pretty much anything because he just wants to spend time with you

B = Beauty (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Literally everything, he has a special appreciation for your support of him though

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He likes the sweetheart's cradle for cuddling in bed. If you're the one resting your head on his chest then he gently strokes your back until one of you falls asleep. If he's laying on you, then he likes it if you gently play with his hair for a while

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

He'd like to keep living in a small town in a house big enough for the two of you with enough room for guests. If you'd rather travel for a while before settling down then he'll be right next to you no matter what

E= Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

He's whatever you need him to be, if you need him to step up to the plate and get everything done then he's more than capable or if you need him to back down then he'll do it

F = Family (do they want one?)

He's not so great with kids, if you want kids then he'll agree and try to be the best possible dad, but he's content just being with you

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Elliott loves both giving and receiving gifts. He'll pick up anything he has money for that he thinks you'll like or just things he finds while walking

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

If neither of you are busy, then he'll hold your hand but that's usually when you're walking together or trying to sleep

I = Inspiration (Did their s/o change them or the other way around?)

He takes better care of himself now that he's in a relationship and he's way more inspired to work on his novels

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

He can but only regarding other men, he gets a bit childish and gives you the cold shoulder until he realizes he's being dumb. He gets less prone to jealousy over time

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser?)

He's absolutely fantastic at it, his kisses are deep and passionate, he doesn't really do quick pecks. He tastes like a strange combination of pomegranate and coffee, it takes some getting used to

L = Love Confession (How would they confess to their s/o?)

He took you out to the docks to profess his love for you. He had planned out what he was going to say, but he had to just completely wing it when the time came because he forgot his speech

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

N = Nicknames (What do they call their s/o?)

He waited until he was absolutely certain you'd say yes to getting married, but he wasn't sure if he should get a mermaid pendant or a ring. He might've panicked and asked Willy for advice

My dear and my love are the most common, but he does throw in a honey occasionally

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It was obvious to Willy and Leah immediately, he was suddenly filled with inspiration for his book and he wouldn't shut up about you. Unfortunately for him, it took him longer to figure out that he loved you. When it finally clicked, he felt a bit dumb that he didn't realize it sooner

He writes notes and letters for you that he hides in your pockets, shoes and anywhere else he can think of

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Are they rather shy when others are watching?)

He's absolutely fine kissing, holding hands and hugging in public, he doesn't care who sees it, he loves you and he's not hiding it

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.)

He's actually an incredibly good cook especially when it comes to seafood. He's not as good when it comes to baking though

R = Romance (How romantic are they? Cliché or rather creative?)

He's all about being romantic in anyway he can, picnics, poetry, dinner dates, stargazing. Whatever he can do to sweep you off your feet, he's doing it. If you ever casually mention a date you'd like to do then he immediately starts planning for it

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Fairly open, but he's got some really embarrassing stories that he doesn't want to tell anyone

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Not as long as you'd think, the second he realized he was in love, he was absolutely head over heels and ready to commit

U = Understanding (How good do they know their partner?)

Pretty well. You're his muse and he loves you dearly, so he pays attention to the tiny details and remembers things you've forgotten. He also keeps notes on the things you like, gift ideas and date plans

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

You and his writing are equally important, he loves having both in his life

W = Wild Card (A random Fluff Headcanon.)

He enjoys lazy days in bed with you, neither of you get them very often so you both love them when they can happen.

Typically he keeps you held against him until 11 when the two of you finally decides it's time to get up

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

He stays kissing or holding you, he absolutely loves showing his love anyway he can.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?)

He's willing to fight for you if he really has to, he'd rather it not ever come to that but he's willing. He's faster and stronger than he looks and he has a pen knife in his pocket so anyone that fucks around will find out

#SDV Elliott #Elliott x reader #Stardew Valley #Stardew Valley x reader

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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please please a part 2 of that gamer!geralt au, them doing something like Q&A

Nonie, I hope you know what you signed up for. This got out of hand lmao. like 2.4k of Q&A kind of out of hand.

Warnings: swearing, talk of drinking to excess, kinda spicy questions, lil kisses, idk how but I meant for this to be goofy and horny and it got kinda soft? what’s new?

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“Holy shit,” Geralt sat staring at his phone as he mindlessly stirred pasta.

“I swear to god, if you found a way to burn noodles-” Jaskier turned away from the blender to wave a wooden spoon covered in pesto puree.

Geralt shook his head and held his phone up to him, scrolling through the replies to a tweet as he did, going on for ages as Jaskier’s jaw slowly got closer to the floor.

“What are those for?!”

“I put up a poll for a boyfriend Q&A or a game review and not a single person has voted for the game review.” Geralt was still scrolling through questions people wanted answered as he watched Jaskier’s face go from shock to confusion to a smug grin.

“They love me,” he sang, kicking his heel up as he turned back to the pasta sauce.

Geralt rolled his eyes and started screenshotting some of the less invasive questions, shaking his head and muttering, “Course they do.”

Geralt pressed record, waited a moment, and heaved a dramatic, long-suffering sigh, “You guys literally didn’t even give me a choice on this one,” he reached off frame and scruffed Jaskier, plopping him down on the couch with him.

Jaskier didn’t stay where he was put for even a moment, using his momentum to bounce up onto Geralt’s lap with a shit-eating grin, “Oh? Are we rolling?”

Geralt dropped his forehead to Jaskier’s shoulder, stifling a laugh, “This is gonna be a long one.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jask agreed, then turned to the camera, stroking Geralt’s hair, “My fans want more!”

“OH-kay,” Geralt manhandled Jaskier to sit next to him which earned him a pout and a leg draped over his lap as he continued his intro, “I’ve got a bunch of questions from twitter. I didn’t even have to confirm which video we would do, you guys just went straight for the kill. I picked a few, Jask picked a few, neither of us knows which ones the other picked.” he turned to see Jaskier wiggle his eyebrows at the camera, “Why am I thinking you picked the raunchy ones?”

The brunet pretended to be offended before he smirked, “Only a few.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “Of course,” he nudged Jask with his shoulder and opened up his phone to his screenshots, “Okay! First up is AdamSandlersBitch, nice name. They asked what Jaskier’s favorite gaming console and game to play is.” he turned to Jaksier with raised eyebrows.

His boyfriend cringed, “My.. my phone? I don’t know? I play a lot of Candy Crush while I listen to podcasts?”

Geralt smiled sweetly, “Wait what about Stardew Valley? I thought you started that?”

“I did!” Jaskier brightened up for a moment before he deflated again, “But I got confused and then the ADHD made me bake cookies.”

“Those were good cookies. I’ll play with you if you want?” Geralt’s normal ‘streamer dude’ persona melted away while he played with the rips on Jaskier’s jeans.

Jask leaned forward and kissed his temple, “I’d love that.”

Geralt blushed, even after years, Jaskier’s affection still caught him off guard.

“Mkay! My turn!” Jaskier flashed his devilish grin and read, in his most obnoxious voice, “Dwn2Clwn said ‘do you two live together? Have you said ‘i love you’? And who tops?’”

Geralt’s mouth twisted into an upside-down U as he stared at Jaskier in muted surprise, “Honestly, not as bad as I expected.”

Jaskier looped his arm around Geralt’s, “I’m starting off easy.”

Geralt let his mock-disapproving gaze linger just a bit before he answered, “The living together is kind of new-like a few months. This one said ‘I love you’ on, what? The fourth date? Fifth?”

“Fourth.”

“No, it was the fifth, Eskel locked himself out on the fourth. Remember?”

“Shit you’re right,” Jaskier gave the camera a stern look, “In my defense, we’d been friends for a good four years before this. I wasn’t just confessing my love to a tinder date - though I have done that before.”

Geralt nodded, “That was very amusing.”

Jaskier tapped his nose, “Don’t avoid the last part, darling.”

Geralt huffed and stared down the camera, and, in the most matter of fact tone possible, said, “We switch. Compromise, folks. Can’t have one person doing all the work all the time.”

Jaskier nodded sagely, patting Geralt's chest, “We got a pow-”

Geralt clamped his hand over Jaskier’s mouth, 100% sure he was going to say ‘power bottom pillow princess’, “Nope. I’ll get demonetized for that.”

“But not who tops?” Jaskier asked through Geralt’s fingers.

He just shrugged, “I don’t make the rules.”

Jaskier tapped his phone and raised his eyebrows, telling him to move to the next question.

“Mis- Mischanication? Shit I hope I said that right, Mischanication asked, ‘would you ever get a pet together?’ We did! Her name is Roach and she’s a little shit! I told Jaskier not to feed her, but he did, now we have the snuggliest, crankiest cat I’ve ever met!”

Jaskier had gotten up to pluck Roach from her perch on the windowsill when Geralt had read the question and plopped down with her as Geralt finished his proud speech, “She’s not a little shit! She’s just delicate! Isn’t that right, darling?”

Geralt scratched under her chin and cooed, “You are a nasty little dragon baby, aren't you?! Just a little garbage child! Yes, you are. We love the tiny demon beast.”

“Geralt!”

He snickered and kissed Jaskier’s hair, “Next question, love.”

Jaskier grumbled something about positive reinforcement as Roach scampered back to her cat tree and he unlocked his phone for his next tweet, “This darling wants to remain anonymous,” Geralt gave him some serious side-eye at that, “they said ‘I think I’m in love with the flower twink, where can I find one of my own?’”

Geralt frowned at the camera and pulled Jaskier onto his lap, holding him close and snuggling into his chest, almost growling, “Hands off.”

Jaskier giggled, brushing Geralt’s hair out of his face as he talked to the camera, “You heard the man. Unfortunately, I was not mass-produced and I’ve been spoken for.”

Geralt looked up at him with what could only be called suspicious puppy eyes, “You picked that one just to sit in my lap didn’t you?”

“Yes. And because I want to change my socials to ‘flower twink’.”

“Do it,” Geralt kept Jaskier on his lap as he swiped to his next question, “Eggsfuckingsuck - heh, my dad hates eggs- Eggsfuckingsuck says, ‘what is the most embarrassing thing you’ve caught each other doing/saying?’ Oh boy, do I have a story for you!”

"Oh I couldn't say the thing but you can tell this story!?"

"...you have a point... Check my insta stories. I'll put it there after I post this."

Jaskier nodded, ever so pleased, and turned to the camera, "Our dear Yennefer of sorceryglammour once beat Geralt at trivia night when the theme was 'video games'."

“We did shots before we went to the bar and she goaded me and Lambert into a chugging competition before the round started. I’m telling you, she planned this. Yen is ruthless.” Geralt desperately tried to justify his defeat but Jaskier was having none of it.

“She’s mostly harmless, plus I have video evidence from that night. You weren’t that far gone.”

“Pull it up! Let’s settle it.”

Jaskier patted Geralt’s head like one would a toddler, “I’d have to get my old laptop out. Later, darling.”

Geralt had a smug look on his face, “That means he doesn’t have it anymore.”

“Next question!” Jaskier squeaked, not at all changing the subject.

Geralt shrugged, “If you admit I won that one.”

“It’s not a competition!” Jaskier laughed, looking down at him with that stupidly smitten look on his face.

“Hmmm…” Geralt tilted his chin up defiantly, “if you say so.”

Jaskier kissed him, lingering a little bit more than could be considered chaste, “I do.”

Geralt looked up at him, batting his eyelashes, “Fine then, next question.”

Jaskier handed him his phone and he read it off leaning his head on Jaskier’s shoulder, “CountryBumpkin42 asked if we play any instruments. I play the recorder very poorly, but Jask plays everything.”

“Not everything, but yes, I could cover a Trans Siberian Orchestra song if I had a pedalboard with enough loop settings.” Jaskier preened.

“And more,” Geralt added, counting on his fingers as he spoke, “In this house alone he has two pianos, three different types of guitars, a drumset, a violin and fiddle, a flute and piccilo, an oboe, a mandolin, a lute, bongos, saxophone, clarinet, tambourine, trumpet, and xylophone. Did I get them all?”

Jaskier glanced from side to side with a guilty look, “Ah… no, I bought a bass sax that showed up last night.”

“Oh, did Thursday at 3 decide they wanted to switch after all?”

“Yeah! She got the third chair as a freshman on a loaner instrument! I’m very proud!”

Geralt seemed to remember they were recording and turned back to the camera, “J teaches music at the university and does private lessons.”

“It’s how I can afford such a pretty trophy boyfriend,” Jaskier teased, ruffling Geralt’s hair and earning a little chuckle.

“Mkay, what do you have next?”

Jaskier smoothed Gearalt’s hair back down as he read the next question, “3R4108F6!J asks if we have any cute nicknames for each other.”

Geralt’s eyebrows nearly flew past his hairline, “J has a new one for me almost every day.”

“Its true,” Jaskier nodded, “I am a slut for cute nicknames. This morning was Ger Bear, one of my faves. I called him Thumbs for a bit, I lovingly call him Dumb Fuck rather often.”

“And he is Dip Shit, it’s balanced. I usually just shorten names? Jask or J is usually it, right?” Geralt asked, shifting so Jaskier was sitting on the couch between his legs and they were both turned out toward the camera but very much still cuddling.

“And when I’m being childish I get Alfie. But Geralt is much more deliberate and specific with his nicknames. It’s a bit of a friendship level up when he uses nicknames.”

Geralt frowned at him, “I do that?”

Jaskier giggled, “You never noticed?”

He tilted his head, giving Jaskier a quizzical look, “Not at all.”

Jaskier cupped Geralt’s cheek, “You’re so cute.”

Geralt blushed again, leaning into the touch just a tad, “Who’s turn is it?”

“Yours,” Jaskier hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Okay,” Geralt blushed even more, “I had this one as an alternate, but uh, Yen asked what we’d name our first kid?”

Jaskier leaned into Geralt’s shoulder and hummed as he thought for a moment, “I always like Blake or Spencer, but I seem to remember you saying something about old world traditional names?”

Geralt nodded, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down Jaskier’s arm, “My grandma was hoping each of us boys would be a girl and wanted mum to name us Cirilla every time. I quite like it, but I’m rather open as long as I don’t know someone with the name. I really like Eric?”

“Oo, I like Eric.”

“But you like the neutral names.”

“I do, but it’s your hypothetical kiddo too.”

Geralt gave him a little squeeze, “There’s time for that later. What’s your next one?”

Jaskier snorted when he looked at his phone, “What are your guys’ love languages?”

Geralt just looked down at Jask, completely entangled in his arms, then up to the camera, “I’m gonna hazard a guess at physical touch.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a safe bet,” Jaskier giggled, “I haven’t taken the quiz in years, but I was that and gifts.”

“Oh, yeah. Physical touch and words of affirmation. I got like a 0 on acts of service and gifts, but I really like giving gifts.”

“Mhm, yes you do,” Jaksier wiggled his eyebrows, then turned to the camera, “I also had no idea you could have different giving and receiving languages till I met this one.”

Geralt nodded then turned to him with a slight frown, “you know I really thought your questions were going to be more graphic.”

“Oh, honey I saved the best for last,” Jaskier winked.

“Fuck me,” Geralt grumbled before reading off his last question, “Cali852 asked what we did for Pride.”

Jaskier’s eyes lit up, “Oh Pride was fun. We watched the parade, of course, then Yen did our makeup and… and where did we go after that?”

Geralt looked like he’d been waiting for this, “We went to a club, where you ordered three kamakazis, knocked them all back, danced for twenty minutes, then I took you home.”

“N-no… we went to the beach, didn’t we?”

“That was the year before. We were going to go to the drag show at our regular bar too, but someone had just finished grading finals and went a little too hard.”

Jaskier grinned, “Speaking of finals, time for the last question. I had a different one in mind but if the thing I cant say from earlier would get this demonetized then that defintitelyi would. So we’re going with ‘what is the wackest placy y’all banged?’”

Geralt snorted, “Shit who knows anymore?”

“Well there was the boat?”

“Or the train?”

“Nah, too standard. What about the cabin?”

“Heh, no I think your o-”

“I don’t have tenure darling,” It was Jaskier’s turn to slap his hands over Geralt’s mouth, “The answer is a dilapidated structure my parents still try to call a cabin out in the foothills.”

Geralt laughed and pulled his hand away, “Okay, that can be the answer.”

“Is that it? Now we just say bye?” Jaskier looked between Geralt and the camera.

Geralt shrugged, “Yeah. You wanna say the thing?”

Jaskier wiggled with a little pride and excitement, “Don’t forget to like and subscribe! Bye Fuckers!”

They both waved for a couple seconds before Geralt got up and turned the camera off. He popped out the memory card and was going to immediately start loading it onto his computer but Jask hooked his finger through a belt loop as he walked past and tugged him back down.

“I’m tired. Snuggle with me.”

Geralt hummed, “We just snuggled that whole time.”

Jaskier heaved a dramatic sigh, “I know and this is exhausting. I don’t know how you talk to a camera all day.”

Geralt stretched to set the chip on top of his laptop before collapsing back on top of Jaskier who had stretched the length of the couch, “Are you making fun of me?” he teased.

Jaskier cupped his face between his hands and pulled him up for a deep kiss, “Oh never.”

#geraskier #gamer geralt #streamer geralt #teacher jaskeir #noob jaskeir #geraskier boyfriends #geraskier fluff #soft geraskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #geraskier modern au #the witcher modern au #look this is so self indulgent i hope yall still like it #lmao

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ chiaki nanami x reader hcs

˚ ₊ ·̩͙. ᘏ▸◂ᘏ .·̩͙ ₊ ✩ 。 requested by ;; kaede ˚ ✩ ꒰ ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷ ꒱ 。 ˚ reader ;; gender neutral , 'you' pronouns ˚ ₊ ·̩͙. ᘏ▸◂ᘏ .·̩͙ ₊ ✩ 。 warnings ;; none

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+ first off, she's constantly introducing you to new games she likes (and asking you if you want to play them together)

+ despite the fact that she's always beating you in the competitive multiplayer games you play, you both still have a ton of fun with them (cough cough mariokart)

+ you probably have an animal crossing island or a stardew valley farm together; it's always nice to log onto those after a long day and snuggle up together while you play them to wind down a little

+ since she's always playing games she commonly forgets to eat, sleep and take care of herself in general, so you might have to properly remind her to do so

+ you... also might have to end up taking her controller, picking her up, saving the game she was playing, and carrying her off to bed yourself sometimes if you want her to actually sleep instead of staying up all night gaming—

+ she'll probably complain a little about it at first but eventually will succumb to cuddling; she'll probably fall asleep really fast anyway

+ she really loves listening to your voice, so if you want to just ramble or infodump for a while when you're together, she's beyond happy to listen to you

+ she's sleepy 24/7 so you know what that means— near constant cuddles

+ she loves it when you hug her from behind while she plays a game; her favorite cuddle position is probably sitting on your lap with her back against your chest, your arms wrapped around her waist

+ when you're cuddling like that you tend to rest your chin on her shoulder and watch her play whatever game she's into today, occasionally giving her kisses on the top of her head; being in your arms makes her feel so warm and loved

+ she is very much a little spoon; you holding her makes her even more comfortable and sleepy, though sometimes she does like holding you instead just to switch things up and show how much she loves you

+ in terms of pda, she's not super duper into it; she tends to stick with simple things like handholding, though occasionally she'll do things like hug you as well

+ as for your date nights, you almost always stay in— you can probably guess what you'll be doing

+ that's right! game nights! game nights! game nights! it's not the most romantic thing, but it's still super sweet and you both enjoy yourself every time

+ she lets you pick out whichever games you want to play first, along with throwing in a couple of her favorites; mainly multiplayer ones so you can play together, though she's perfectly fine with watching you play or letting you watch her; you probably end up pulling all nighters every time

+ one of her favorite things to do is teach you how to play games, placing her hands over yours and guiding you along, her voice soft and steady; she secretly wishes you don't know how the game's controls work when you first start playing a game just so she can teach you; she loves seeing your eyes light up when you figure things out

+ you also tend to do things like fall asleep together while watching your comfort movies; generally you both just... have a very, very messed up sleep schedule. but you have a very, very messed up sleep schedule together ♡

+ she loves to do things like make pillow forts or blanket nests with you!! you tend to grab a bunch of snacks and cuddle up together and play relaxing games (animal crossing, stardew valley, you get the gist)

+ couple cosplays!!! if you're into cosplay she would absolutely love to dress up together!! she loves going to cons with you in general, even if you aren't interested in cosplay

+ you tend to do things like steal borrow her hoodie and her hairclip, and she always finds it so adorable when you do! seeing you wearing them makes her so soft and happy, she thinks you look so cute in them

+ eventually she probably buys you a matching hairclip! maybe even some matching outfits, too

+ if you're sad or upset, she'll hug you and gently rub your back in small circles, whispering to you that she loves you and that everything's going to be alright, before she wipes your tears away and gives you small kisses on both of your cheeks

+ there's never all that much talking in those situations; if you choose to tell her what's upsetting you or if you don't doesn't really matter much to her, she doesn't pressure you to tell her anything— she just reassures you that she loves you and she's always here for you if you need to talk

+ she is so sweet and oh my god literally she is my wife i am so in love with this woman...

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what-the-witch-stuff · 3 years

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Landings Through the Grapevine

Chapter 1: Introduction

Masterpost: here

Go to: Ch.1 | Ch.2 |

Pairing: Elliott x OC

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It was a quiet morning in Stardew Valley. Birds were singing faintly in the distance and a hazy mist hung in the air, transforming everything not directly close into blue-ish hues and indistinct shapes. The sun had just risen over the horizon, chasing after the last traces of pink in the otherwise clear, blue sky. Not one cloud was in sight.

This was indeed a pleasant surprise. The villagers had feared for the constant downpour, that has persisted for the last couple of days, to delay the annual spring festivities. But now, only the wet squelching sound under the farmer's boots disrupted the idyllic scenery, as she made her way around the forest clearing, where the annual Flower Dance would be taking place. Undeterred by the early hour, the preparations were going just as planned, though they were far from finished. Riley herself had only a few decorations left to hang up, but they were still waiting on a cart to bring a few chairs and parts of the sound equipment.

A loud continuous thumping echoed over the meadow as Robin was still busy with setting up Pierre's booth. The noise was shortly interrupted, as Robin readjusted the planks she was working on, before spotting the farmer.

“Good morning Riley! Oh, you cleaned up nicely.”, Robin greeted her cheerfully and looked her over. Though Robin had apologized for ever doubting Riley's ability to take over her grandfather's farm, it were comments like these that made conversing with the carpenter a bit difficult. As Riley still didn't know Robin too well, the double meaning of the statement was not lost on her. But today, the farmer wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, hoping that Robin was just a little aloof sometimes.

'Don't rock the boat now. Think about the barn upgrade' .

So, she forced herself to just smile and wave before turning back around and the noise of the hammer picked up again. For the occasion, Riley had indeed ditched her usual overall and stained-shirt combo, in favour of one of her nicer outfits she used to wear back in Zuzu City. The only thing left from her usual farming attire was her sword which, clearly visible on her left hip, marked her as a member of the Adventurer's Guild.

While she had been quite pleased with her decision at first, something about the outfit had triggered a weird feeling. It had taken some time for her to remember, that she had not worn these clothes since the fatal day, that she had quit her job at Joja Corporation. However, by the time Riley had come to that realization, it had been far too late to change into something else. The whole morning, she had tried to push the thought away, as today was supposed to be a good day, after all. The farmer was usually not the person to care much about traditions. Nevertheless, after walking around in clammy work clothes for the past week, even Riley was looking forward to the Flower Dance. It had been a little awkward during her first year, as she had been completely new to the community. And while most villagers had been rather welcoming towards her, it were customs such as the dance that still made her feel like an outsider.

'Well, what do I expect?' , Riley asked herself, while carefully climbing a ladder, to hang a couple of pastel-coloured, flower garlands into the lower branches of a tree. “This is my second year after all. Shane came to live with Marnie and Jas three years ago. Leah and Elliott moved here, roughly around the same time. They might be part of the town now, but otherwise, all of them are kind of outsiders too.” Even so, and the thought made her pause mid task with a snort, that was probably also due to their very individual personalities.

“Well, at least someone is having a good morning.”, remarked a deep voice from below. Speaking of the devil. Shane was looking up to her, an unreadable expression on his face and dressed in the traditional sky-blue uniform, all attending Bachelors would be wearing to the dance. In his hands was a bowl of pepper-poppers from which he ate one ever so often, while watching her work.

“Oh wow Shane, I would say you cleaned up nicely too but I might be lying”, Riley replied with a grin, to which Shane just rolled his eyes and kept chewing completely unfazed .

“Fuck you. I know I look just fine, so you can suck it!”, he grouchily mumbled, though it sounded more like he tried to convince himself rather than her. “You sure do, buddy”. Finally happy with her work, Riley descended the ladder to greet her friend properly. “And you would look even better, if you stopped stuffing your face like a pig!”.

“They're my favorite”, he protested childishly and provocatively grabbed another pepper.

“And I spend a lot of time making them all by myself.”

“I helped too”

“No, you flaked to play soccer with Jas and Vincent!”

Shane's expression bore a cheeky grin, probably anticipating to say something rude. But the pair was interrupted by Pierre, calling out for their help to unload the cart that had finally arrived….

Since Marnie was still in a not-so-secret- relationship with Mayor Lewis, she insisted on taking part in the preparations of any official festivity. Many of the dishes, decked onto a couple of large folding tables, had been prepared the previous day at Marnie's farm, with Riley chipping in her labour and even part of her harvest.

“What happened to breakfast, you greedy gremlin?”, asked Riley, saving the half empty bowl from Shane's grasp, to return it to the buffet. The gremlin in question trailed behind, pretending like he was not sulking over the loss of the food:

“As you like to remind me, microwaved pizza is no proper breakfast”. At that Riley raised both eyebrows in mock-astonishment:

“Oh, so now the good sir suddenly cares about what I have to say ?”

“So Riley, you're not dancing?”, Marlon asked in between sips of punch.

The sun had risen higher in the sky, and the cool morning had turned into a bright midday. Everything was set up and ready. Soft music played over lively conversation, as bit by bit all villagers arrived. Riley didn't really know what to do with herself, when she could no longer hide behind tasks and actually had to socialize. Seeing Marlon standing in a far corner of the meadow, one hand calmly resting on the hilt of his sword while overseeing the scenery, presented a great excuse to escape dreadful smalltalk. They were well acquainted by now and she had not seen him in a while, other than when she visited the Guild directly. It wasn't too weird, if she made use of that affiliation, right?

If Marlon felt disturbed through her presence he didn't let it show. He just nodded in acknowledgement and together they watched the Spring Maidens enter the clearing, garbed in white from head to toe, with lacy floral decorations sewn onto their dresses and flowers in their hair.

“I think, such ' spirits ' might have other things to worry about right now”.

Unfortunately for her, even Marlon seemed talkative today and Riley answered him reluctantly: “No. As far as I am concerned, the couples dancing stay mostly the same. Wouldn't want to disrupt that order, y'a know”, That was not entirely true, though. The other reason was that a certain someone would most likely turn her down if she'd ever asked him. And Riley was not willing to open THAT can of worms anytime soon. Marlon hummed in understanding: “I see. I just thought, since you're a farmer, you might want to participate.”

“What does being a farmer have to do with that?”

Marlon looked at her, the brow above his remaining eye slightly raised in surprise: ”The flower dance is an ancient fertility ceremony. Back when the village still believed in the spirits of this land, the dance was held to gain their favour for the upcoming harvest. Surely you wouldn't want the spirits that make things grow on your bad side, ey?”.

Riley was not sure what to make of this new piece of information, so the farmer and the monster hunter fell back into silence. Looking around, the meadow didn't really look like an old or magical place to her. It most definitely didn't feel like one either. Compared to the eerie solitude of the Community Center and the claustrophobic depths of the mines, the clearing seemed so very ordinary. On the other hand, it wouldn't be the first time that the Valley proved to be full of surprises. One year ago, Riley was some disillusioned worker's bee in a corporate nightmare. Now, she belonged to a world where magic was real, wizards lived in secluded towers, monsters hid in the depths of the wild and animals could talk. Or rather, Riley could suddenly talk to them (?). Overall, the land was full of entities and forces, Riley didn't plan to meddle with, let alone offend. For a moment she got worried enough, that she almost asked Marlon directly, if he thought the Junimos would truly be cross with her, for not attending the dance. But she decided against it, as someone might end up overhearing their conversation. Surely, Marlon was one of the few people in Pelican Town, who knew about the otherworldliness of the valley. He had probably seen more than Riley would ever experience in her lifetime. But this wasn't the time and place to talk about such things openly.

“And they better have their priorities straight. If they ever dare giving me shit, for not doing that stupid dance, I'm out. Have fun rebuilding the Community Center without me !”,

was what she did not say. “Besides, wouldn't it look silly to be wearing a sword with such a dress?”, she jokingly gestured in the direction of the Bachelorettes, but to no one in particular. Marlon, again, shortly averted his eyes from the crowd to look at her, in what one might consider to be amusement: “Silly? Kid, that sword is a badge of honour. Of course we wear it to any occasion, men and women alike. Back in the days, Old Linda wouldn't be caught dead not wearing her sword. Also made the lads keep their hands to themselves, if you know what I mean.”, at this he cackled quietly to himself and took another sip.

“What happened to them? Linda and the other women in the guild?”, Riley asked curiously since Marlon rarely was so chatty. “What do you think? This was way before your time. They're probably dead or very old. Some got married, moved to the city and forgot all about their old lives here. ….Your grandma was one of the last”.

Marlon's eyes were back on the gathering, but there was something harsh crossing his features. Riley didn't know what to say. So she just kept watching him in hopes he would elaborate on that. But he remained shrouded in silence. She knew that their conversation was over for good. And knowing Marlon, he wouldn't want to talk about it anytime soon either. So, she tried pushing her questions into the back of her mind and rather focused on the gathering at hand, where the female villagers were now the centre of attention.

The first Bachelorette she saw was the blue haired bar-maid who was hard not to overlook, thanks to her outgoing personality. Emily's dress was full of ruffles and detailed embroidery and made her look even more whimsical. Like a fairy, she was all smiles and joy, half-dancing half skipping over the grass barefoot, as her skirts flowed and billowed along her every movement. If Clint was trying not to stare at her directly, he unfortunately wasn't very good at it. And with concern, Riley noticed the disdain in his eyes when she hugged Shane and started chatting excitedly. Abigail was the polar opposite, in the way she acted all nonchalantly and kept her posture extremely casual. She smirked and rolled her eyes at anyone complimenting her dress, but soon settled into her usual group of friends and as far away from her parents, as physically possible. Haley posed a little to better show off her new dress and happily chatted with Jody and Caroline about the cut and some issues she had with shipping.

It was then that Riley caught a glimpse of auburn in the crowd and her heart skipped a beat, when she saw Elliott and Leah chatting with Marnie and Harvey. He looked handsome (but then Riley always thought he was) with his blue overcoat complimenting his fair skin tone, while contrasting his coppery hair. Leah, who didn't seem too interested in the conversation at hand, ended up catching her gaze and gave a small wave. Riley felt like she missed a step on a staircase and could hardly control the nervous flutter in her chest, when Elliott turned his head in her direction too. His noble features turned from confused to an amused smile as he spotted her. And just like the gentleman he was, he gave her a courteous nod. Riley could not help, but smile back warmly with butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

It was silly.

But a crush was a crush.

Ever since Elliott had invited her for drinks during a chance meeting at the saloon, Riley had been head over heels for the cocky and slightly eccentric writer. He was charming in his good old fashioned way. Not only did he look like the figurative embodiment of a Jane Austen character. He also played the part: always most polite and private in an outside setting and so very concerned about the impression he made on others. But once rather tipsy, Elliott had been much more forthcoming in what was actually going on in his mind. Riley fondly remembered how she couldn't stop laughing after unexpectedly hearing Elliott say ' shit ' for the first time.

It was nice. …

Just a shame, that his interest in her had not survived the night. While they had parted in good spirits, the next day, their interaction was back to pleasant conversation and occasional discussions on his drafts. Riley respected that. Of course she did. But that didn't stop her from developing quite a passion for fishing, in hopes to see him standing at the docks when battling his usual writer's block. For a moment Elliott looked as if he tried to excuse himself from his current company. He kept looking back at her with, what almost seemed like, impatience as he waited for Harvey to finish talking. But then, Mayor Lewis announced for the dance to begin and Elliot took Leah's hand, to gracefully lead her to the middle of the clearing, along with the other couples.

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avian-writes · 3 years

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Alice & Avi in Pelican Town

Me and my sisters play as our OCs in Stardew Valley so here are some snippets of their time in Pelican Town! It’s in a different style than most of my WIPs, so please tell me what you think~ :)

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Alice laid on the twin bed all by her lonesome in her darkened bedroom, curled up in the thin blanket with her face buried in the mattress. Hidden from the cruel, hideous world that took her grandpa from her. One that refused to even give its empty condolences; one that went on without the last stable presence in her life; one that didn’t give a damn her world was shattered once again. The same one that already took her parents and most of her siblings away.

Her fingers dug into the fabric until the quilt started to form jagged bruises in their design. Quickly letting up her hold but not letting go of her lifeline: brown and pink squares stitched together lovingly just days before passing. A sniffle escaped her throat and she snuggled deeper into her cloth abyss.

A knock at the door interrupted her lamenting, opening without invitation to enter. Her brother kept his distance though she knew could practically hear his hands clenching and unclenching, wanting to hug her. “How are you feeling?”

Silence. The only answer he’d gotten for days. When they got the call. When they were at the funeral home. When they visited the grave every week for the past month. Bits and pieces of dialogue that just turned into no speaking at all at some point.

Avi sighed and held up an envelope. “How about this?”

After a moment’s hesitation, she poked the very top of her head out. Just enough as an acknowledgement of her brother’s proposition. He smiled and opened the letter, scanning it thoroughly several times before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Read it.”

Multiple seconds went by, but Alice finally slowly rolled down the blanket to take the letter then snapped it back into place over her head. She read the letter under the safety of her deflated fort while Avi waited patiently.

After a long time, even after reading and rereading the fateful letter, she emerged from her swaddle and sat slumped over on the bed. “Are we going?” she asked.

He expressed visible relief at hearing her voice and she sucked in a teary breath. “I don’t think we really have a choice. Do you want to stay here?”

Alice leaned back to the window hanging above her head. The tops of the city buildings blocked the view of the open air sky that she dearly missed. Loud noises of hustling and bustling beneath the apartment created a tent of mayhem that just irked her the wrong way.

It wasn’t like that always in her life. She and Avi had lived in a house by a lake at one point. With Alex and Laurence. A beautiful one with a basement just for the two of them. With a dock and large yard and space between them and the rest of town. Before they had to move. Before everything happened.

Now they only had each other left. And a home they had to share with tens of other people. People that didn’t care about them.

Her quietness was answer enough and Avi tapped her head. “That settles it then. Pack your bags when you’re ready and I’ll call the town. Make sure there’s a bus line that gets that deep into the valley.”

His hand gently fell off her head and Alice caught it in time to give it a quick squeeze before letting go. So fast, anyone else in the room would’ve missed it, but that’s fine. It was their thing, not anyone else’s. Not like there was anyone else ever there to witness the siblings’ strangeness.

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“I’m living there.”

“What?” Avi followed her pointing finger to the house near what used to be their grandpa’s home. It was around the same size, just in a different style that somehow both matched and didn’t fit the rest of the farm aesthetic. “Why?”

Alice shrugged in a way that she hoped was nonchalantly. “I want to live on my own. At least somewhat.”

Avi narrowed his eyes at the building. It wasn’t overgrown and was missing the spare logs for the fireplace jutting out from the roof. But it was pretty to Alice and that’s all that mattered. “Looks too unstable to live in.”

“Like this crappy house is much better.”

“Hey! Watch your language.” A breeze blew past and he tightened his jacket around his shoulders. “At least sleep in the house with me tonight so I can look at it tonight. Make sure it’s livable for you.”

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, but she knew he would fight her step of the way if she disagreed and she just wanted to get started. “Fine. So what are we doing?” she asked, kicking over a stray stone.

Avi handed over his parsnip seeds to her. “Mayor said something about a woman who sells cows, chickens, stuff like that over in the forest. I’ll talk to the carpenter tomorrow about building a coop and barn.”

“Can you even take care of animals?”

Avi shrugged. “Animatronics, living animals. Similar things.” He ruffled her hair and she ducked from his hand. “Don’t worry about it. Just pay attention to the crops and we’ll be fine.”

She groaned and lightly stomped her foot like the child she definitely wasn’t. “I don’t want to work with the crops. Why can’t I do something more exciting like...fishing or something?”

“Since when is fishing more exciting than the food we need to grow and sell?”

“Since I decided I hate farming.”

“We’ve been here twenty minutes, you’ll grow to like it. Maybe we’ll get lucky and there will be monsters around here for you to fight.”

Alice crossed her arms. “I see one right now,” she grumbled but relented. She tossed her hoe in the air, catching it on its way down effortlessly, and smacked it into the ground in one fell swoop.

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The dance festival was a somber occasion for Alice. She didn’t know anyone well enough to ask them to dance and she didn’t feel anywhere near confident enough to ask if she and Avi could dance something they don’t know with the others in front of everyone.

So she and her brother stood in the shadows, back in the corner of the forest, while everyone got ready. Beautiful girls in beautiful dresses, handsome guys in somewhat ugly jumpsuits. She didn’t know how she felt about potentially wearing the dress but the yearning to be part of the ceremony was easy enough to ignore.

Alice knew she had a vague memory. Of standing on her father’s shoes while he danced them around the room. Step by step around the furniture, across the wooden floor. Before being handed off to each of her siblings who flew her off her feet. All while her mother played their favorite songs on her slightly burnt fiddle.

The music began to play, barging into her happy thoughts and dwindling them down to their bare austere manner. The memory turned sour and the warm atmosphere surrounding her felt like a tease.

Silently, she took Avi’s hands and he helped her onto his boots. As the younger people of the valley danced out in the open, the two siblings danced to their own little tune hummed under her breath. A few villagers who took notice simply smiled and turned their attention back to the larger spectacle, leaving them be.

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ukiyoart · 3 years

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Soooo I wrote a kinda rough draft story based on my stardew character so here it is :D

Starts off with the beginning of Elliot’s story, then there’s the sound of a foghorn and it switches to Elliot, startled out of his focus. He looks out the window, but there is only gray (see what I did there hehe)

Then it’s Anni, sitting on the mountain with Sebastian. She feels happy as she leans against him and watches the twinkling lights of the far of city she used to live in. Sebastian lights a cigarette, which Anni tells him he should quit. He grumbles that she’s probably right, but smiles, puts it out and kisses her. And etc, something like the mountain scene.

Anni is at first only friends with Abigail, Sam and Sebastian who is her boyfriend. She’s also acquainted with Emily, though she’s mostly just friendly.

Elliot is friends with the old fisher living on the docks, and Leah, a fellow artist who likewise came out to the country to focus on her creative works.

Elliot has seen the new resident of Stardew Valley around, but never really spoken to her. But one day they bump into each other at the supermarket, quite literally. Anni apologizes for hitting him and Elliot says he’ll only forgive her if she gets coffee with him.

“I have a boyfriend...” she says deadpan, but he assured her he only needs a break from his writing and someone to share his ideas with. Anni agrees if he’s going to pay the bill.

So he asks her what kind of books she likes and they talk about books for a while.

The next time they run into each other, Elliot finds Anni drinking in the back corner off the bar, and asks if he can sit with her. She agrees. After a few verbal exchanges, he finally asks her what’s wrong. Slightly buzzed, she vents about paying the bills, and Elliot relates that the most he can afford is his shabby cabin on the beach, but it’s charming in its own way and it’s the perfect place for his writing. Anni thinks it seems like a nice place to live, far away from other people. Like her boyfriend, she says, then starts complaining about how he sometimes seems like he could care less about her. Elliot assures her that certainly can’t be true, to which Anni just shrugs and takes another swig of beer. Elliot orders a whiskey, and they both drink and laugh till the bar closes.

The next day Anni appears at Elliot’s door with a basket of Apricots, apologizing for her whining last night, and thanking him for talking with her all night. He smiles and says it’s no big deal, and thanks her for the fruit. He asks her where she got it, she sheepishly replies that she grew them. He smiles and invites her in, she politely refuses saying she’s got plans with her boyfriend

She goes to the fair with Sebastian and Sam and Abigail. They go on the Ferris wheel and several roller coasters. Finally at the end of the night, they all get ice cream and watch the boats light up the river. Everything seems wonderful, but when Anni gives him a little flower, he is unenthusiastic when he takes it, then runs to catch up with Sam and Abigail. Anni rationalizes he just doesn’t like flowers that much, which she already knew, then goes to catch up too. When she gets home she lies on her bed and looks up at the ceiling, her anxious thoughts catching up with her once again. Does he really hate flowers that much? It was only a joke! Or was it her that he was unenthusiastic about?

She asks Abigail about it, who only says that Sebastian is an independent person, and it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking.

Sam says not to worry about it.

Back to Elliot, he is hanging out with Leah at the beach. She’s painting, and he’s writing down ideas for his story. Leah asks him how his story is going, which he enthusiastically says he’s gotten some much needed inspiration. Leah asks where he got it from, and he asks if she knows the new girl from the city. Leah hasn’t really interacted with her either. Elliot tells her about their coffee trip, and mentions that she seemed genuinely interested in his book, and had some great ideas. But mostly, it was her that inspired one of his characters. Leah teases his admiration of her, which Elliot waves off by saying writers tend to romanticize everything. He goes back to writing and periodically staring out at the sea.

Leah, intrigued by Elliot’s description of her, seeks out Anni and introduces herself. They talk as they shop, then She asks what kind of things Anni likes. Anni isn’t sure how to answer, she starts off with staple things like board games, hanging out at the bar with friends, then gets more comfortable and says she enjoys gardening and watching the fog rise from her pond in the early hours of the morning when it’s still dark. Leah says she would love to paint it sometime, and suggests they go apple picking. Right now? Anni is surprised but goes. They talk a lot and start becoming good friends.

Later Anni and Abigail Sam and Sebastian are trying to figure out what to do, Anni low key suggests apple picking. Sebastian shuts her down, saying he doesn’t really enjoy being out in the sun. Abigail agrees, saying she doesn’t want to get a sunburn. Anni is a little disappointed, but doesnt show it. They decide to play pool at the bar, which Anni still thinks is fun so it lifts her mood a bit. She has a good time, and Sebastian buys her a drink and tells her he’s sorry if he seemed kind of rude earlier. Anni tell him it’s fine and thanks him for the drink.

The next day, Anni goes with Leah and Elliot to skip stones across the lake. Anni tells them about how her other friends didn’t seem very interested in apple picking. Leah points out that not all people are interested in the same things. Anni expresses that she shares a lot of interests with Sebastian, but she wishes he wasn’t so emo sometimes. She brings up how he barely sets foot in the sun, at least not without a hoodie over his face. Elliot says that it’s great to share interests with someone, but in the end it’s shared values that makes them a precious friend. So even though Sebastian will not always agree with you, as long as you share a view of what’s important, you’ll be okay. Anni smiles and says that’s good advice. They continue skipping stones, until Anni gets a text from Sebastian saying “come immediately it’s important!” She apologizes and says she has to go. After she leaves, Leah says Anni is so cute! And Elliot agrees that she really is a sweet person.

Anni gets to Sebastian’s house and finds him grinning in the wet grass with a frog in his hands. “This is the emergency???” Anni asks, puzzled. “I never said emergency” Sebastian laughs, then shows her to frog, explaining how he found it by a little puddle. Anni thinks it’s cute that he’s so excited, but tells him not to make her worry. Sebastian laughs and tells her if he’s ever in trouble, he’ll use all Caps. Anni shakes her head, but laughs.

Next day Anni is working at the coffee shop, Leah comes in and says she didn’t know Anni worked here. Anni explains that she didn’t, she just applied for part time the other day to help with the bills. Leah asks her what her main job is. Anni doesn’t want to say at first, but after some prodding she admits that she’s a farmer. Leah thinks it’s awesome and asks why she’s shy about it. Anni tells her how Sebastian and Abigail and Sam aren’t really country people, and it rarely comes up. Leah asks if Sebastian knows, Anni says he does, but he’s never really come to the farm. He probably thinks it’s just a family business I help out with. Leah is concerned, but Anni says that she doesn’t plan to be a farmer forever anyway, she’s taking an online course for computer science. She and Sebastian might even open up their own business someday. Leah still isn’t convinced, but leaves it alone.

Some stuff in here, Anni tells the squad she likes farming and they are supportive, she introduces them to Elliot and Leah, they do some fun stuff together and become friends. Elliot helps Anni realize there are some red flags in her relationship with Sebastian, not that he is bad but they just might not be the most compatible for the long term. Meanwhile, Anni starts to catch feelings for Elliot, and battles with her growing love for him and her attachment to Sebastian. With the help of Abigail and Leah, and even Sam, she gathers the courage to work it out with Sebastian, and they decide that they should break up. Things are tense between them for a little bit, they still want to be friends but Sebastian is hurt that Anni doesn’t love him anymore, and Anni wants to reassure him but isn’t sure how to make him understand. Elliot finds her crying and she tells him about their breakup, and how she doesn’t love Sebastian any less, she just has realized they would only be unhappy if they continued a romantic relationship. Elliot comforts and hugs her, reassuring her that he only needs time to come to terms with it, and with enough patience and understanding hopefully they can patch things up properly. Anni hugs him tightly, then looks up at him before kissing him on the cheek. Elliot is surprised, but thinks she’s just emotional because of her situation.

The next day Anni apologizes, slightly embarrassed. Elliot tells her it’s alright, that she’s going through a lot and he understands. Anni can’t tell if she’s grateful he didn’t think anything of it, that’s one less thing to worry about right now, but she’s also kind of disappointed he doesn’t think of her that way. She moves on and asks Sebastian if they can talk. He agrees, and she lets him know that she never fell out of love with him, she just realized they wouldn’t be very happy in a long term relationship. Sebastian expresses that he thought he just hadn’t done enough for her, and that was why she didn’t want to be with him anymore. He’s relieved that’s not the case. They seem to get along better after that.

After that Anni continues talking to Elliot a lot, but now their conversations are much more relaxed and not about drama, many are about books and places they would love to travel, etc. Elliot finishes his book, and everyone comes to listen to his reading. He thanks everyone for their support, and thanks Anni for agreeing to have coffee with him one day, without her he would never have thought to write what he did. Soon after, Elliot invites Anni to go with him on his rowboat after he fixed it. Anni agrees, and they talk about his book for a while. Elliot starts to thank her again, then starts acting a little flustered and confused. For once I don’t have the right words.. he says... for the way I feel about you. He ends up kissing her on the cheek to convey his affections, asking her if she feels the same way. Anni happily agrees, and they share a kiss.

Soon after they start dating, making it publicly known. Abigail, Leah and Sam are supportive. Sebastian tried hard to be okay with it, but he resents Elliot.

They all go for a picnic by the lake. Sebastian acts defensive and rude around Elliot, and Anni is upset. She goes to talk to him, worried that she’s hurting him and sad that he can’t get along with Elliot. Elliot stops her, and says to let him talk to Sebastian. Anni is reluctant, but Elliot says that she doesn’t need to fix everything herself, and he wants to help. He goes and talks to Sebastian. Sebastian is annoyed at first, but after realizing Elliot truly loves Anni, he admits that he wants Anni to be happy, even if it means she isn’t by his side. Elliot suggests he let Anni know, so that she can be free of worry and released from her romantic ties to him. Sebastian ponders this for a moment, then frustratedly says he doesn’t want to let her go yet and storms off. Abigail walks up next to Elliot and says she’ll talk to Sebastian. She goes off, then returns with him, motioning him over too Anni. He pulls her away privately and tells her that he still loves her, but he can see that she’ll be a lot happier with Elliot. Anni hugs him and thanks him for understanding. Sebastian hesitates, then embraces her back for a moment, before she pulls away and takes his hand, beckoning him back to the rest of the group. Sebastian tells Elliot to treat her better than he could have. Elliot laughs and agrees, then goes over to Anni and hugs her from behind. Sebastian watches wistfully, but smiles and looks towards Abigail, who nods approvingly.

And so on and so forth, a happy ending :)

#stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew oc #stardew elliott #stardew leah #stardew sebastian #stardew abigail #stardew sam #stardew #stardew valley fanfic

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cagestark · 4 years

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A Hole in the Head//6

a gift for you <3 nff

Read here on AO3.

“Ned, I’m saying this with all due respect, but where the fuck is your galaxy sword,” Peter mutters into his headset, thumb mashing the square on his controller. During a brief lull in activity, he sips at a bottled water open on the end table. Who knew that some brands of water tasted more like water than the water that used to come from the sink at his apartment in Queens? That water had tasted like pennies. Peter truly is living the life.

“I lost it,” Ned says.

“Lost it, how do you lose a galaxy sword?”

“Very, very carelessly.”

“And you haven’t—goddamnit another floor with mummies, why aren’t my bombs on my hotbar?—you haven’t gotten another one why?”

“I’m not swimming in prismatic shards, Peter!” says Ned. “You know, when I said I wanted to co-op a more mellow game like Stardew Valley, I meant something a little more domestic. We could make a new farm together. Plant some parsnips. Get a dog—fuck me, fuck me, Iridium Crab! and the Fortune Teller predicted pleased spirits today? Pleased to see me die is more likely. This is doing nothing for my anxiety—”

“Then let’s get the fuck out of here,” says Peter. Ever since he’d moved in with Tony and Ned had gone across the country to go to college, these game sessions were some of the only time the two boys could spend together. Tony was offering to fly them to see each other every chance he could, but with Ned’s hectic grad school schedule, only god knew when he’d ever be free again. Peter didn’t want to waste a moment of their time together playing something Ned didn’t like. “I want the farm, I want the picket fence, I want a pen full of chickens and cows and pigs. You want domestic, I’ll give you domestic.”

Movement in the upper corner of his dark television while he exits to the loading screen. He turns around to see Bucky shifting against the wall, an expression on his face as close to amusement as he can get. Sometimes, Peter forgets he’s there. The guy is that quiet.

Peter is starting to feel that comfortable.

“Will you sit down or something?” Peter asks. “I feel like you’re some ghost perpetually waiting for me to turn around so you can scare me. No, not you Ned, one sec. Just, come sit on the couch or something. It’s less creepy.”

Peter turns back to the television, feeling his face redden. Their interaction in the driveway in the driveway earlier that day is still fresh in his mind. Do you want me to say something to him, sweet thing? Plant the seed that he should keep you company while I’m gone? Tony had murmured into Peter’s ear, one hand reaching down to palm his ass. I feel like a daddy trying to set up his boy for a playdate.

Peter had been simultaneously horrified and relieved. Less relieved at the stoic look on Bucky’s face at Tony’s offer, his insistence that nothing will happen between them while Tony is gone. Peter’s no quitter, but he can’t help but wonder if he isn’t chasing something that can never be caught.

Bucky doesn’t move for a long moment, so long that Peter is sure that he won’t and consequently puts it from his mind—those parsnips aren’t going to plant themselves—but then he feels the change in the air as Bucky crosses the room in a handful of long, sure steps and takes a seat on the other cushion of the loveseat. Peter shifts over to give him more room, but they are still close enough that he can feel the obscene heat Bucky’s body throws off. It saps all the breath from him. And why the fuck are the guy’s thighs so thick? They’d be the perfect platform to straddle and grind on into oblivion. At his prolonged silence, Bucky lifts both of his brows in a challenging gaze.

Clearing his throat, Peter looks away.

“—roommate is back from class, so I have to get off.”

“What?” Peter presses one palm to his headphone, like that will drown out the sight of Bucky which seems to stimulate every part of Peter’s brain and make it hard to do even unrelated tasks like hear. “Dude, we just started playing. Are you leaving me at the altar?”

“The console is in the living room, man,” Ned whispers. “I don’t want to talk where people can hear me. Can we reschedule?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Peter sighs. “Tony is out of town so I’m probably not going to sleep. Hit me up.”

Ripping the headset off of his head, Peter lets it drop to the floor, watching as Ned disappears from their voice chat together. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter can see Bucky on his phone, texting. A perfect storm is brewing: boredom mixing with temptation, the electricity lingering in the air like the promise of thunder. He turns until he’s facing the assassin, lifting his legs up to put his socked feet in the other man’s lap. It says a lot about how far they’ve come that all Bucky does is roll his eyes, lifting his arms to text above Peter’s legs.

“Bucky, I’m bored.”

“Find something to do,” he mutters, thumbs moving furiously. The expression on his face might mean he’s responding to bad news—but for all Peter knows, maybe he’s reading about the sudden miraculous implement of world peace. With Bucky, it’s impossible to tell if he’s feeling displeasure or nothing at all.

“My something to do is in California.”

“Call him.”

“He’s in a meeting; he’s going to call me afterwards.”

“What do you usually do when Tony’s gone?”

“Jerk off and wait for him to come back.”

“You need a hobby, kid.”

“Says the guy whose hobby is following me around 24/7.”

“That’s my job, not my hobby,” says Bucky flatly. “Trust me, no one would follow you around for fun.”

“Do you really want to see me when I’m bored?” Peter asks. He stretches and is suddenly hyper aware of how close his feet are to Bucky’s crotch. Compared to the larger man, Peter’s feet look downright dainty in his white Fendi socks. Bucky's hand could probably wrap itself entirely around one ankle with some room to spare. Even Tony must feel small compared to him—but maybe not. Tony is larger than life in many ways.

“Do you really want me to see Mr. Stark spank your ass raw?” Bucky asks. “Again?”

Peter scowls, pointing his toes to dig them into the inside of Bucky’s thigh. “Quit treating being an asshole like it’s your job.”

“That’s not my job,” says Bucky, grinning without mirth. “That’s my hobby.”

Groaning, Peter throws an arm across his eyes, unprepared for how long these three days without Tony might last. Phone pressed to his chest to wait for his older lover’s call, Peter lets himself daydream, thinking about all the ways he could be spending his time if Tony had taken him to Miami. Sure, Peter hates everything about the sun and the heat and the humidity, but Peter loves the impersonal luxury of hotel rooms, and he loves the amazing sex he’d likely be having in one right now.

Something touches his shin. He jerks, glancing around his arm to see that Bucky had relaxed his tense pose and let his forearm rest against Peter’s leg. The other man shifts, trying to find a more comfortable position in which he doesn’t touch the younger man, muttering, Sorry.

“’s fine,” Peter says, putting his arm back over his eyes. After a moment, Bucky’s arm returns. There’s nothing sexy about it. Literally, Peter shouldn't be able to find anything arousing about someone resting their arm on his fucking tibia, but it’s the first time Bucky has touched him—without tackling him.

Progress, Peter thinks gleefully.

Now there is no chance he could daydream about anything except Bucky. The tactical pants that likely conceal a variety of weapons, including one of the cock-shaped variety. The broad chest that Peter felt pressed flat against his back when they were in the alleyway. The strength he exudes, the domination. He shifts a little, feeling his cock stir.

In Bucky’s lap, one of Peter’s heels drifts too close to his crotch and rubs against the distinctive bulge of his soft package. Bucky jerks, and it’s Peter’s turn to pull away. He keeps his arm over his eyes, his chest struggling not to heave as excitement thrums in his veins. His mouth falls open a little and he hopes that he looks to be on the verge of sleep. At the other end of the couch, Bucky doesn’t call him out. Waiting with baited breath, Peter makes himself count to one hundred before shifting again. This time when his heel brushes Bucky’s groin, it is distinctly less soft.

He hears Bucky’s intake of breath. Fingers brush his socks while the man adjusts himself. Surely, Bucky can’t truly believe that Peter is asleep—he’s a legendary assassin on the east coast. Pulling the wool over his eyes must be next to impossible. Still, he offers no acknowledgement. This time, Peter makes himself count to two hundred before stretching a little, twisting so that his heel drags up the entire length of an undeniably hard cock.

Peter’s breath catches when Bucky takes his ankle in a firm grip, stilling it. He can’t help the unhappy sound that comes out of his mouth—but Bucky isn’t pulling him away. He’s just holding him still, the arch of Peter’s foot pressed against his cock. The sounds of the other man’s breaths are loud in the quiet of the room, but only because Peter himself isn’t breathing. Can’t breathe, not when he flexes to feel the grip around his ankle tighten.

Then, beneath his touch, Bucky’s cock twitches—

The phone on Peter’s chest bursts into wild buzzes. He gasps, jerking up into a seated position and the phone slips from his chest down into the couch cushions. For a moment, he doesn’t even reach for it; all he can do is take in the sight at the other end of the couch.

Bucky has his head tilted back to rest against the couch cushions, his long dark hair having fallen back away from his face to give Peter a perfect view of the incredible profile, the straight nose, the eyes closed with lashes dark like ink against his cheeks, the mouth full and soft and just a little parted. Bucky’s chest rises and falls in a way that makes Peter think that he’s counting breaths, and the size of the bulge in his tactical pants has Peter’s teeth clicking shut, salivating on instinct.

Bucky turns his head slightly and lets his eyes crack open, the blue swallowed up with the darkness of his pupils. The gaze is challenging, and for a moment his hand tightens around Peter’s ankle before letting go entirely.

With trembling fingers, Peter slips a hand between the sofa cushions and retrieves his phone just in time to answer Tony’s call. His voice is far too breathless when he says Hello.

“Getting started without me, Pete?” Tony asks, voice low. With the volume turned up all the way on his phone, Tony’s voice is audible in the room even when he isn’t on speaker.

“No, sir.”

“No? Then what has you sounding like a cheap phone sex operator?”

“Just—my imagination getting away from me, I guess,” Peter says. And hey, it’s not entirely untrue. After the punishment he’d received earlier in the week, Peter isn’t eager to lie and meet the flat of Tony’s hand again, even if comparing the infractions would be apples to oranges.

“One second, Pete, let me get into the Jag.”

At the other end of the couch, Bucky is back on his phone. When Peter strains his neck, he sees security camera footage for all over the mansion, one of Bucky’s favorite things to cycle through when his hands have nothing better to do. The rise and fall of his chest is steady, his cock already growing softer whether it’s from lack of attention or through sheer willpower.

That just won’t do.

Peter hears the soft sound of the Jaguar’s car door shutting, and then the phone clicks while security measures are enabled—tech to keep people from tapping the call as Tony switches to the car phone, tech to tint the windows.

His legs creep back into Bucky’s lap. Bucky’s fingers hesitate in their rhythmic swiping, the muscles in his jaw tensing, but he doesn’t push Peter away. In for a penny, in for a pound, Peter figures. He turns so that he’s on his side and drags the ball of his foot from the bottom of that bulge in Bucky’s pants to the top, eyes glued to the handsome, angular face as the eyes slip shut, teeth clenching.

“Tell me about this overactive imagination you have,” Tony asks in his ear. Beside him, Bucky shudders. On the phone, fabric rustles—maybe just Tony loosening his tie. But the older man was right about one thing: Peter does have a very vivid imagination. His mouth goes dry imagining Tony taking out his cock in the parking lot of a respectable business, safe knowing that no one walking by will be able to see, even if they press their faces against the glass. “I know how your brain gets carried away. Let daddy decide if it’s going to get you into trouble.”

“What’s the only thing either of us have been thinking of lately?” Peter asks into the phone.

On the other end, on the other side of the country, Tony hums. “Bucky,” he says.

On the sofa, Bucky’s eyes open. He turns to look at Peter, eyes flickering between his face and the phone clutched in his hand. For once, his expression is easy to read, even if Peter doesn’t understand it: the lines between his brows, the narrowed eyes, the downturned mouth. What has him confused, Peter wonders, when Peter’s been nothing but obvious about his obsession over the guy?

“Yeah,” says Peter, narrowing his own eyes while his brain whirls and whirls. “I can’t help it.”

“I know you can’t, sweet thing. Where’s he at? Nearby, no doubt?”

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Am I on speaker phone?”

“No, sir,” Peter says. The space between the truth and what Tony wants to hear is just wide enough for Peter to stand on.

“And how are you getting along?”

“Not as well as I’d like, sir,” Peter snarks.

Tony laughs. “I don’t want to hear a single complaint, kid. Not when you’ve got him all to yourself in that house and I’m stuck three thousand miles away in board meetings.”

“Hey, we could be there with you,” says Peter. He presses down more firmly onto Bucky’s cock and revels in the breath that hisses out through the other man’s nose. The phone in his hand has gone dark from inactivity, clenched so tightly in one fist that Peter thinks it might shatter. “I begged to come. Remember?”

“I’d be getting even less done than I already am.”

“Business not going well?” Bucky has given up on holding his phone, letting it slack in his hand though the other comes down to reinstate its death grip on Peter’s ankle. Everytime Peter drags the arch of his foot against the man’s cock, Bucky’s hand tightens like he’s torn between bringing the pressure closer or pushing it away altogether. Peter’s own cock is hard and aching, but it’s tolerable. For now.

“It’s going well enough. I’ve just been, ah, distracted.”

“Now whose imagination is getting carried away,” Peter breathes. Bucky’s hips jerk upwards, a tiny aborted thrust before he tightens the grip on his control, teeth gritting, but the brief crack in the man’s icy exterior sets Peter’s blood on fire. He presses his lips tight together, hoping that no whines slip past. Shifting the phone to hold it between his ear and shoulder, he lets his free hand down to palm at his cock. “Will you tell me about it, sir?”

Tony hums. “Thinking about all the fun you and Bucky must be getting up to in my absence.”

“Does that turn you on—daddy?” The words almost stick in Peter’s throat. While Tony loves the power trip of the title, not everyone is into the kink. The last thing Peter wants is for Bucky to be disgusted (or worse, to infantilize him). But Bucky has heard Peter call the man daddy before, heard it through the walls while they fucked with him stationed outside. That day in the alley, he’d mocked Peter for it. But watching the way the man’s neck go lax, his head slipping towards one side, Peter thinks that maybe he brought it up because he likes it.

“You know it does, brat,” Tony says. His voice is low, a near growl. “Too long in those meetings and my mind goes wandering, thinking about coming home to find you and him tangled up in my sheets together. I doubt he’s ever sank his cock into a heat like yours, sweet thing. When you’re jerking off thinking about him, how does it go? Are you riding him, Pete?”

“I think of it every way, sir,” Peter says. He wraps his hand around his cock as best as he can through his sweatpants, thumb finding the head so that he can tease it even while at the other end of the couch Bucky grinds his teeth and breathes through his nose like he’s trying not to commit a murder—or cum in his pants.

“You’ve got too much time on your hands.”

“Yeah, yeah, I need a hobby. Keep talking, please,” Peter asks, slipping a hand beneath the band of his sweats. Bucky turns his head, eyes dark slit that narrow in on the shape of his hand jerking himself off beneath the fabric. He bares his teeth in a hiss, like an animal on the verge of striking out. The risk of being bit only turns Peter on more, feeling the way his cock jerks and spits beneath his palm.

“Are you touching yourself, sweet thing?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hands off.”

Peter makes an indignant noise, hand stopping its motion though he doesn’t pull it from his pants, loathe to end the contact that feels so good. “Come on, Tony!”

“At-at!” Tony tsks. “You heard what I said. Leave that cock alone.”

“Or what, sir?” Peter grumbles. His thumb drags across his head and he shivers. Some rules are worth breaking, no matter the consequences, he thinks. This ache inside him has been building since he first made eye contact with Bucky on the other side of the dining room table. Not giving in would take herculean effort, and Peter is hardly known for his self-control, not when for the last several years, he hasn’t had to have any.

“I’ll lock you in a cage and let Barnes be in charge of the key. There’d be no sweet talking him to get out early, would there, Pete?”

Peter groans at the thought, and Bucky seems to react to it too, his head falling back to thump against the headrest of the couch. His chest rises and falls in a tempo just short of heaving. The sight of him, aroused, possibly struggling for control—it’s the last push Peter needs to begin resuming touching his cock. Cage be damned. It’s always better to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission anyway.

But before he can blink, the hand around his ankle strikes out and grabs him around the wrist. Bucky wrenches Peter’s hand from his sweatpants (the band snapping against his abs narrowly avoiding the head of his cock) and pins it to the couch. Peter cries out a little, struggling against the grip on instinct, desperate for contact back where he’s aching, but fighting against Bucky is like pushing against a brick wall.

“Let me go,” Peter whispers away from the phone, barely moving his mouth.

Bucky’s eyes narrow and his grip only tightens, bordering on painful (like that’s going to do anything to the situation in Peter’s pants except fan the flames higher). Not one to give up easily, Peter uses his other hand to reach down. Bucky pushes Peter’s feet from his lap and drops to the floor near-silently, his phone falling to the couch cushions. His other hand takes Peter’s last free wrist and pins it up over his head. They’re close enough now that their breaths mingle, and it’s everything Peter dreamt of. Bucky is so fucking handsome, and the look on his face is dark and ravenous and borderline unhinged.

The fact that Bucky is still following Tony’s orders, going so far as to force Peter to obey them to—it nearly drives Peter right to the brink.

“—ter? Ignoring me isn’t doing your ass any favors, Mr. Parker.”

“Not, not ignoring you,” Peter pants into the phone. The change in his voice is distinct. He sounds absolutely wrecked, and there’s no way that Tony doesn’t notice. The Jaguar’s car phone is so good that Peter can pick up the sound of Tony’s breath leaving him in a whoosh. “Please, sir, let me touch myself!”

It isn’t clear who Peter is begging, whether it is Tony or Bucky or both. Bucky presses down against Peter’s wrists more firmly, sinking them into the soft couch in an obvious reply. Over the phone, Tony’s response is a stern, “No chance, sweet thing. I want you nice and desperate for me when I get home.”

“I’m always desperate for you,” Peter hisses, eyes locked with Bucky’s as he pulls on the man’s vice-like grip to no avail. “Please.”

“No,” Tony breathes, voice alight with laughter. Cruel bastard. Peter groans. His hips arch upwards, thrusting against air while his feet scrabble against the couch cushions, struggling for purchase. “But keep begging. I’m getting off on it. Fuck, kid. You’ve got me so hard. You better hope there’s some napkins in the glovebox so that I don’t get cum on my suit.”

“You’re going to cum?” Peter whines. “No fair, sir!”

“No fair would be me telling you all about what’s getting me off,” Tony says, voice smooth though not unaffected. “Thinking about coming home to find you and Bucky in my bed, you riding his cock with your hands tied behind your back because you’re always a brat, my fucking brat, and surely he’s already had to punish you for something. Maybe he’ll make you face away from him while you bounce on his cock so that he can hold on to your bound hands like you’re nothing more than some wild horse that needs broken in. And I tell you this, kid, I don’t know who I’d envy more—him for being inside you, or you for getting to ride his cock.”

Bucky’s chest stops heaving, his eyes going unfocused as they stare right through the younger man, lost in thought. That line is back on his forehead, his brows low. For a moment, the grip around his wrists slackens, but Peter is so stunned that he doesn’t even make to pull away. Because he understands now. Bucky didn’t know that Tony wanted him, too, and that revelation shocks (and arouses) the older man to his very core.

Bucky likes Tony.

Bucky likes Tony!

This—is an opportunity if Peter’s ever seen one.

“You’d bottom for him?” Peter breathes into the phone, eyes raking over Bucky’s face to see whether the concept appeals to him. His eyes are more present now, searching Peter just as intently, so cold that they burn. “I’ve never even seen—have you ever bottomed before?”

Tony laughs. “The last time I took it up the ass was before you were born, kid, but for him? I could be tempted.”

There comes a noise, the sound of a few sharp raps of someone’s knuckles on glass. Tony sighs and there comes the rustling of fabric. All sound cuts out (while he mutes Peter’s call, presumably) and when he returns, Peter can hear the frustration in his voice. “Sorry, kid. All work and no play. I’ll Facetime as soon as my meetings are done for the day. Until then? Absolutely no touching your cock, Peter.”

Peter groans, letting his head fall back against the arm of the sofa, gritting his teeth at the endless three days that still are ahead of him. “Daddy, please—!”

But then Tony continues his sentence, and it sends Peter’s heart pounding. “But! That doesn’t mean someone else can’t touch you. Don’t say Daddy never did anything for you. I’ve got to go, sweet thing. All my love.”

The call ends.

And Bucky lunges.

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katedoesfics · 3 years

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Hello!! Could you do a stardew valley fic if you can? Maybe something that explores the relationships between some of the families (Haley and Emily, Seb and Maru, Abby and Carlin’s, etc, your choice!!)

If not that’s totally fine! Thank you

you dont know how long its been since i got a lil message in my ask box i damn near had a panic attack i cant even believe someone notices my blog THANK YOU???!!!!?!?!?!?!?!!! you just made my day!! xox

melodramatic moment over. Anyway! I DO have a couple of Stardew valley full-length fics that may interest you!

Skyloft Farm is the first sdv fic I wrote based off my first farmer. It takes place ‘after’ the game where she’s married to Alex and has one child with him. It has some focus on the war and explores other relationships to other characters a little bit (without giving away too many spoilers!)

Under Shadow is a completely different take on Stardew Valley that is more on the apocalyptic/dystopian side. The difference being that every villager of Pelican Town actually lives in the same city (not in stardew valley) and no one knows each other. Upon a deadly attack (where right away, some of our characters don’t make it out alive...) it follows the remaining survivors as they wander around, trying to escape the Shadow People, and eventually all come together in search for a magical place called stardew valley!

My third and final Stardew Valley fic is actually still a WIP that I fully intend to finish! It’s called Honey and Vinegar and our OC famer is actually a non-binary fairy named Pip! In this fic, there won’t be any romance between Pip and the other characters, but it does go much more in depth with the other characters, their backstories, their personal struggles, etc. as Pip slowly learns about each of them and the about the valley itself. There is a heavy focus on the fairies of the valley as well, and since fairies were never really explored much in game, it includes a lot of my own head canons. There are a lot of other fairy characters besides Pip who interact with Pip, and their story kind of pushes the plot along and influences a lot of what happens in stardew valley and with the other characters. that’s probably a really confusing way to explain it all, but you can read an actual summary at that link and start reading the few chapters i’ve got posted so far! based on what you asked, i’m thinking this might be the fic that interests you the most! maybe i’ll attempt to pick it up again!

I should note that all 3 of these fics are all BEFORE the most recent BIG update where a bunch more cutscenes and such were added. Admittedly, I haven’t had a chance to play the new update, so it’s possible aspects of the war, the fairies, etc are explained more and I just don’t know! Everything in these fics are just my own headcanons :)

however, if none of these are what you’re looking for, let me know! especially if there’s something more specific you’d like to see - little shorts that explore each relationship separately? happy endings? head canons you have? any romantic relationships? or just family? i’m happy to try anything like that, just let me know! ^_^

#ask #answered #stardew valley #fic #fanfic #farmer #oc #fairy #shadow people

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delightfulstarlightparadise · 4 years

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Stardew valley Imagine. Reader/ Sebastian (?)

-Before we start, oce again I remind you that English is not my main language, but I am doing my best.

“I didn’t think you were so tired to the point of passing out in that sofa.” Sebastian says while taking a drag of his cigarette. “If I knew we would have come earlier.”

“Aw... I shouldn’t have drink that beer.” you say, feeling sick to your stomach.

“If you are going to throw up, please do it in some bush and not near me.”

You didn’t even bother answering him. Next thing you knew, you were kneeling down barfing behind a tree. You were not very used to drinking.

“Sorry.” you say when you can finally talk.

“What about?”

“Everything.”

He shrugs and helps you stand up.

“You are... different.” he says.

“I know, I am weird.”

He laughs.

“You think you are weird? My best friend is the weirdest person I know. Being different in a town like this is not a bad thing you know?” he says.

You stare at him for a while too long, he blushes showing is uncomfort.

“You didn’t pass as a supportive type at first.” you say.

“Don’t get used to it.” he says smirking at you.

When you arrive the farm you can see that the seeds you planted in the morning had turned into little saplings already. You shake your head, sure that it is a prank of your dizzy mind, but they are there.

“Sebastian, can you see those or am I really wasted?” you ask him, pointing at the saplings.

“I can see them, but I am also pretty sure you ARE wasted.” He mocks you.

“How can it be?! I planted them this morning!” you look at him completely astonished.

“So what?” he asks.

“They were not supposed to grow like this… I mean, this is crazy!”

“Oh really? I don’t understand much about farming.” he says while getting another cigarette from his pocket. “I will be going now, ok? Thanks for the game, I had fun. Destroying Sam every time was starting to get boring.

As he goes, you sit down on your porch staring at those little saplings.

…

You have a dream.

You are playing with your cousins by the mountain river. A younger Sam and a younger Sebastian are there too. Sebastian is ginger back then, but Sam’s hair still challenges gravity somehow. There is a third boy that is not from your family, he is brunette, very alethic and seems to like you a lot.

Sebastian challenges you all: who can go up a tree by the shore faster. You are the first to run there, before anyone even agrees to the bet. He doesn’t like it and runs as fast as he can, followed by the other boy and your cousins. Sam kind of gets left behind.

You start climbing the tree so fast, you didn’t even remember being so agile, you feel like a feral squirl. The other boy is right behind you, he even tries to hold your foot and tickle you, but you don’t give up. As you laugh together, Sebastian gets to pass you, but you quickly follow after him.

Somehow you manage to get to the top first, Sebastian is all sweaty and puffing. The other boy comes after and congratulates you on the win. He kisses you on the cheek and you get all red about it. Sebastian doesn’t like it, actually he seems really jealous. You think it is about you having won and start mocking on him.

You call him gingerbread man. He hates it and pushes you. Because of your weigh the branch you fall on cracks and you fall on the river. You can see both Sebastian and the other boy reaching towards you.

Your head hits a rock and you get unconscious. But actually, you just can't move, you still can see... everyone is jumping on the water after you, but you feel like you are nowhere to be found. Maybe that is it, your short life has come to an end.

You hear a funny sound and turn your head to the left. You see an apple.

The apple has two eyes and pink cheeks.

There are others, they are all around you, making that funny sound and lifting you up from the bottom of the lake.

Next thing you see, a hand grabs your wrist, lifted by the little apple spirits. You are pulled out of the water by Sebastian, he has almost drowned too. He is crying and doesn’t stop apologizing, but you aren’t able to say anything to him, the words don’t come out.

You spend some days in the hospital, all your vitals are ok, but you keep seeing those little apple spirits around. The adults are afraid you had too bad of a concussion and no one believes in you... except for... grandpa?

He says you were saved by the forest spirits, but your mother and father tell him not to incentive these kind of thoughts in you. Eventually, they stop taking you to Stardew valley.

The longer you are away, the more you forget about your time there.

When you wake up, the dream seems like a shadow, but you feel very different.

…

They were even bigger! From one night to the other, the saplings have grown as much as they should in a week.

“Am I going insane?” you ask yourself.

You water them and put some extra fertilizer, then you decide to go to the city and buy some food for the farm. When you arrive there, you see Mayor Lewis in front of a big old house behind the square.

“Oh, hi y/n!” he calls you, as you two seem to be the only people around. “Come here a second.”

You feel a little annoyed. Is it going to be like this now? Every day that amount of interaction in your life... how can you handle it?

“Good afternoon, Mr. Lewis.” you say.

“Call me Lewis.” he says with a gentle smile. “Do you remember this place?”

You take a look at it. Everything is so broken and old you can swear it is probably haunted. You can’t seem to remember anything like it.

“I see.” he says. “You were so young, but you, your cousins and your grandpa used to come here. This is the community center of Pelican town. Well... it used to be. Come on in.”

You follow him inside and it looks even worse than the outside. Bindweed has taken over the walls, there isn’t a single piece of wood that is not broken or rotten and there is even a tree fully grown in the corner of the main hall, but even that tree seems to be decaying.

“This used to be the heart of the town, everyone in the community gathered here for parties, birthdays and even city events.” he says. “But as time went by... it seems like these kinds of things are not as important nowadays.”

He starts a discourse about how people would rather watch TV instead of gathering with the community, but you can’t follow because... there is an apple jumping by the window.

“Y/n, what’s with you?” the mayor asks turning to the place you are looking.

It immediately disappears.

“It was...” you are about to tell him about the apple but, why bother? “I think I saw a mouse.”

“This place is probably infested by mice, it has been closed for so long.” He says and sighs. “It is sad to see it like this. But I think that is what happens to old things, see Paradise farm, for example. Good that now you are there to rebuild it. Too bad for this place, there aren’t people willing to do it.”

“Did you ask people?” you ask out of curiosity.

“Unfortunately, every time we set to rebuild everyone was busy with something else. Eventually, I think everyone just gave up.” the mayor let go a long sigh. “And since Joja Mart came to town, they keep making offers to buy it and turn it into a warehouse. I am thinking about selling it by the end of this year... the city could use the money.”

You look around once more. It does seem sad to let ANYTHING that once was good end up in Joja corporation’s hands. Wasn’t this what happened to you.

You feel a strange connection to the place.

“Anyway, I must be going now. Have some mayor duties to accomplish. Thanks for giving an old man some time to be nostalgic.” he says and chuckles. “I will leave this place open if you want to take a look, maybe you can find some of you Paradise kid’s old toys in the crafts room.”

It is weird because you wouldn’t usually do something like that, but as the mayor went away, you started exploring the rooms and they seemed to bring you back some blurry memories. Maybe you played with your cousins in that corner. Maybe you attended someone’s birthday and ate cake by that old table. Maybe you sat with your grandpa in front of that big fish tank and he told you stories about fishing.

You hear a sound and it immediately makes you turn to the decaying tree in the corner of the main hall. Your heartbeat increases as you see not one, but many apple spirits jumping around and waving at you. They seem to be talking but you can’t quite understand.

“What the hell is going on with me?” you say, rubbing your eyes and shaking your head.

They are still there.

One of them, a green one makes you a sign for you to follow it Still uncertain, you do, and it takes you to a golden scroll in the middle of the crafts room. You see there is something written there, but you can’t quite understand it.

“Junimos?” is the only thing you can discern.

The little apple starts jumping and making that funny sound as if it is agreeing to you.

“You are Junimos?”

It seems even more excited. The more it makes those funny sounds, the more it seems like it is saying your name.

“You know me, isn’t it?”

It seems to agree.

“You saved me that day.” you say. “So either everyone was wrong and I didn’t go crazy back then, or I am going crazy right now.”

“You are certainly not going crazy, my dear.”

You yell as you listen to a voice come from behind you and a figure comes from the shadows of the corner of the room. A purple bearded wizard dressed up in a fine robe walks towards you.

“Don’t be afraid. I am Rasmodius, the Wizard, keeper of the secrets of the forest, master of the elemental’s knowledge... you get the picture.”

“Where did you come from?!” you yell as you try to step back, but you end up tripping and falling.

“I have been paying close attention to you for the past couple of days. You are the one whose arrival was foreseen by the valley. The one connected to the forest powers, the one to change the valleys destiny... well you, my friend, are a hero to become.”

“What the fuck is going on here? Am I dreaming? Am I dead? Am I dreaming in a comma?” you star hyperventilating. “I have gone crazy, that is it. I finally lost it!”

“Please, calm down.” the wizard says as he can see you going pale.

“Oh my, what if I never left Zuzu city? I must still be in bed, I need to wake up to go to work, that is it! I am not crazy I am just sleeping...”

The little Junimo beside up jumps and slaps your face with his little stick hand and it hurts way more than it seems to be possible.

“What the...” you say, but it seems to take you away from your anxious thoughts.

“As I was saying...” the Wizard cleans his throat. “You were brought back to this valley to help it heal from the many hazards it has been imposed by both mankind and witchcraft. Also, I have seen, to change the destiny of the people who live here.”

“Me?” you screech with unbelief. “Man, I can’t barely fix my own life.”

The wizard chuckles.

“Well, sometimes to help another one is the best way of helping oneself.” he says.

“What the hell is going on?” you say rubbing your temples.

“You will understand when the time is right.” the wizard replies. “For now, drink this.”

He extended to you a cup filled with a green liquid.

“You are kidding right?” you say.

“No, you are supposed to drink. These are the ingredients from the forest, it will help you understand the language of the elementals.” he says.

“I am not drinking it.”

The Junimo beside you starts jumping and puffing in a way to demonstrate impatience and he seems so angry that you take the cup from the wizard’s hand and, after taking a nauseated look at the content, you drink it.

You feel dizzy and things start moving a lot slower. You can see the memories of yourself as a kid running among trees, playing in the river, collecting and eating savage berries. You see yourself playing with animals, riding a horse, rolling in the mud with grandpa's pig.

You see the faces of some people from the town. You are beside them, helping them and doing nice things, things you had never thought you would do in your life. You feel happy to help, you feel like a part of something. And then... there is this someone you suddenly see yourself kiss.

“If you might ever need me... meet me in the towers west Cindersap forest.” you hear the Wizard’s voice.

As you open your eyes, you see the image of a man and a girl, both with glasses in front of you.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” you hear Maru’s voice coming from the distance. “Oh my Yoba, what a scare you gave me!”

“What? Where am I?” you say slowly sitting down and looking around.

“You are in the clinic. Maru found you passed out near the fountain. You have symptoms of an insulation, perhaps you have been working too hard in the farm.” the man says, adjusting his glasses. “I am doctor Harvey.”

“Insulation? Last thing I remember I was drinking that green thing from the wizard...”

Both Maru and the doctor stare at you, looking concerned.

“I mean, I probably had a bad dream while passed out. Thanks for bringing me Maru, sorry for the trouble.” you say.

“No problem, I am stronger than I look.” she says. “Now lay down, you are taking intravenous medicine, you seem to be very poorly nourished. Have you been skipping meals?”

She gently pushes you into laying down.

“I forget to eat sometimes.”

“That is very hazardous! Even more being a farmer and working a lot in the sun and with so much physical effort!” says Harvey, looking very angry.

He gives you a full lecture about the importance of eating healthy and says that he is going to give you some supplements. You are actually worried about how you are going to pay for the treatment.

…-

Next part here:

Credits for the pose reference: https://snuffysbox.tumblr.com/post/160658875287/have-another-angsty-draw-your-otp-%E1%95%95-3-%E1%95%97-please

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loganarmstrong · 3 years

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B A S I C

NAME: Logan Mayumi Armstrong

NICKNAME(S): Lo

AGE: 29

DATE OF BIRTH: 5 February 1992

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he/him

F A M I L Y

MOTHER: lyra armstrong, nee karingal

FATHER: michael armstrong

SIBLING(S): sean (older brother), mason (older twin brother)

P H Y S I C A L

FACE CLAIM: darren criss

RACE/ETHNICITY: english, german, filipino, spanish, chinese

NATIONALITY: american

HEIGHT: 5 feet and six inches (5′6)

WEIGHT: 152 lbs

BUILD: slender, skinny, will often describe himself as scrawny

SCARS: inside of wrists, one above eyebrow

HAIR: black, curly

EYE COLOR: hazel

DOMINANT HAND: left

ACCENT: american (though rarely speaks)

PHYSICAL DISABILITIES: none, though needs glasses

MENTAL DISABILITIES: autisim, selective mutism

ALLERGIES: shellfish

DISORDERS: anxiety, depression

FASHION: prefers soft fabrics, often wears with overalls and doc martens

NERVOUS TICS: wringing hands together, fidgeting

L I F E S T Y L E

HOME ADDRESS: bridgeport, somerton, maine

RESIDES: medium sized loft apartment

BORN: conway, new hampshire

RAISED: conway, new hampshire

VEHICLE: range rover suv, black

PHONE: iphone xr

LAPTOP/COMPUTER: macbook pro, ipad pro

PET(S): service dog, northern inuit named ella

HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION: kennett high school

COLLEGE EDUCATION: the institute of fine arts, nyu

MAJOR: fine art

MINOR: illustration

CAREER: head baker

EMPLOYER: golden flour bakery

DIET: vegetarian

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual

MARITAL STATUS: single

CHILDREN: none

LANGUAGES: english, american sign language

PHOBIAS: loud noises

HOBBIES: art, reading, journalling, soccer, video games

SOCIAL MEDIA: inactive on most, privacy settings high due to ex partner

F A V O R I T E

LOCATION: the reading nook in his apartment

VIDEO GAME: skyrim, animal crossing, horizon zero dawn, spyro, stardew valley

ARTIST: vincent van gogh

MUSIC: varying

SONG: radio gaga - queen

TV SHOWS: the umbrella academy, the witcher, friends, stranger things, doctor who, sherlock

MOVIES: the addams family, my neighbor totoro, jurassic park, hook, forrest gump

FOOD: asian

COLOR: yellow

C H A R A C T E R

MBTI: infj-t: the advocate

ENNEGRAM: six

TEMPERAMENT: melancholic

WESTERN ZODIAC: aquarius

CHINESE ZODIAC: monkey

PRIMAL SIGN: dolphin

B I O G R A P H Y

tw suicide attempt, self harm, abusive relationship

Logan Mayumi Armstrong is precisely three minutes and forty two seconds younger than his twin brother, Mason, and six years younger than his oldest sibling. He was a quiet baby who hardly ever cried and mostly kept to himself, even as a toddler. None of the family knew anything was wrong with Logan until he was five years old. The Armstrong family thought that maybe Logan was just a quiet child, or even a late bloomer. But soon enough, every other child in his play group could speak and Mason was already stringing together full sentences. Logan hadn’t uttered a single word and was taken to see a doctor, put through weeks of testing until finally, a result came through.

Logan was diagnosed with selective mutism. He had the ability to speak - the tests showed he had the physical ability, but he was unable to do so. The Armstrong family learned sign language in an effort to help their youngest son communicate and it was something he appreciated - he could actually ask for things now! More tests followed and eventually Logan was given a diagnosis of autism. He didn’t fully understand it, not when he was young, but he understood enough to know it made him different. He struggled to make friends in his class and often spent recess alone. Mason on the other hand, was confident and never shy of any friends. He was always around people, always out playing with his friends and happy.

Logan tried hard not to let his differences bother him. People didn’t understand him, that was what he told himself. He focused on the things he enjoyed instead, such as art. For Logan, it was a way of expressing himself without the need for words and he spent hours practicing, filling sketchbook after sketchbook. Art became his outlet, how he showed his feelings although most of his work he kept to himself. He didn’t want to upset anyone with his difference. He’d heard his mom crying when he was first diagnosed as autistic and understood being different made her sad. He’d heard his father say they could get through it and at least they had his siblings who would be able to lead “normal lives”. Those were the words his father had used and it hurt, to know he wasn’t normal. He’d known he was different, sure, but the thought of not being able to live a normal life hurt.

Logan never told either of his parents he’d overheard their conversation. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear it but he was sure it wouldn’t be good if they knew. He began to withdraw even more than before, stopping using sign language and only used simple, one-word answers to questions. Logan was battling with himself. As he got older, he realised he was even more different to his peers than he thought. Everyone started getting girlfriends when he entered high school and Logan wasn’t really interested in that. He thought girls were beautiful, sure, but Logan thought guys were too. He told Mason one day who seemed taken aback by the confession. The people in their school found out that Logan wasn’t quite straight and things only got worse. He was already picked on relentlessly for his lack of speech and being different but with new fuel to the fire, they made Logan’s life miserable.

The most difficult thing for him to accept was that no one wanted him around. He felt isolated, more alone than ever and didn’t know who to turn to for help. What could he do? He struggled with communication at the best of times. His parents were concerned at how withdrawn he’d become and heard from Mason how the bullying had gotten worse at school. They took him to a doctor and Logan was diagnosed with depression. He refused to take his medication and hid the pills from his parents - he didn’t need another thing wrong with him and he didn’t want the medication. He was careful though and everyone thought he was taking them when he was supposed to, believing it would just take time for him to get better.

Death wasn’t something that scared Logan. He wasn’t afraid to die and it was something he’d welcome. He wasn’t really sure what spurred his decision; he hadn’t been on his medication since his diagnosis and he was gradually getting worse. He couldn’t think of any other way to deal with the mess that was him. So when Logan’s mother found him on the bathroom floor, barely conscious and in a pool of his own blood, no one had expected it.

Logan was forced to stay in hospital for three months after that. Physically he was fine, merely left with deep scars marking the insides of his wrists. But mentally, Logan wasn’t okay. He was forced to take his medication, made to attend counselling and managed to tell his therapist everything. It took a long time, what with his lack of communication, but eventually, they understood the reasoning behind it and Logan began to recover.

He finished the school year in between his home and the hospital, Mason bringing the work home to him and helping him set up his online classes. Logan managed to graduate with a respectable grade. He wanted to pursue college, wanted to take his art further and make a career out of it. His parents were terrified to let Logan travel so far away. But they understood and after a lengthy conversation and the promise he would keep in contact with them, Logan was off.

He flew to New York City to study Fine Art and Illustration. It was a new sense of freedom for him. He still wasn’t okay, but he made sure he took his medication and stuck to a strict schedule for himself. It helped him focus and Logan was able to enjoy himself, even make a couple of friends and get a job as a barista in a local coffee shop. It was in this coffee shop that he met the person who changed his life.

Matthew was a kind and caring man at first glance. He didn’t let Logan’s lack of speech bother him, continuing to visit the younger man every day with a bouquet of flowers until Logan agreed to go on a date. Things started off well - Matthew was patient with Logan’s difficulty communicating and he made him laugh. Logan thought he could actually be happy and was excited when after a few short months, Matthew asked him to move in with him.

But that was when things began to take a turn for the worst. Matthew seemed to lose the patience he had before. He grew frustrated at Logan’s inability to speak and would fly into a fit of rage more often than not. The first time he hit him was one of the worst. Logan told himself he’d leave him, he wouldn’t let himself be pushed around like this. But Matthew had broken down, told Logan he needed help and said he wouldn’t be able to survive without him. He told Logan he’d been suicidal in the past and he would die if Logan left. So Logan stayed, forgave Matthew each and every time he was hit, when he was shoved or when he was beaten. Matthew told him this was what he deserved and Logan started to believe it. The bruises were always carefully hidden and Logan accepted that this was what his life would be. He was afraid no one would believe him if he told the truth so he kept quiet. Even after he finished his degree, he stayed with his boyfriend. Months turned into years and still, Logan was too afraid to leave.

The sixth time he was hospitalised from his injuries was the breaking point. But it also provided Logan with a way out. Matthew was arrested and Logan discharged himself from the hospital before he recovered fully and ran. He managed to scrape some money together and left the city, travelling as far as he could.

He settled in Somerton, Maine, a town he’d heard about often growing up. No one knew him there and he’d be able to start again, that was the main thing. He was still terrified Matthew would find him, especially as Logan fled without giving a statement against him. But he settled into life, got a job at the local bakery and kept his head down. It was just him and his faithful Ella now, his service dog. She kept him grounded and he knew he owed a lot t her presence. The residents of Somerton were nice and didn’t ask too many questions, for which he was grateful. Now all he had to do was hope he stayed safe.

#about: logan #biography #somertonintro

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( gemma chan, cis female, she/her ) — a member of the [ DORIA-PAMPHILJ ] family claims membership to the society ! [ ALESSANDRA ] is a [ 37 ] year old [ PHILANTHROPIST ] who hails from [ ROME, ITALY ] , who call them [ THE BENIGN ] . although their peers know them for being [ GENEROUS ] and [ GENTLE ] , their reputation for being [ POWER-HUNGRY ] and [ PUPPETEERING ] might prove intimidating for new initiates. while the [ DORIA-PAMPHILJ ] family is known for [ BEING ONE OF THE PROMINENT ITALIAN FAMILIES DURING THE RENAISSANCE ] , the society's own [ KHARIS ] is better remembered by [ LUSTROUS PEARLS IN THE SUNLIGHT ; THE SWEET, SOPORIFIC NOTES OF A GENTLE LULLABY ; A SHARP BLADE BETWEEN THE SHOULDERS ] . having been a member for [ FOURTEEN ] years now, [ ALESSANDRA ] has managed to attain [ ONE OF THE LARGEST CHARITY FOUNDATIONS IN EUROPE ] — no doubt through the help of the society, wouldn’t you think ?

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HEADCANONS

CHILDHOOD: Adopted as an infant, Alessandra has never known life beyond the thousand-room Palazzo Doria-Pamphilj. One of the oldest and most prestigious families in Italy, if not the world. Whilst she could never describe her parents as loving, they had treated her as though their own blood and flesh, beyond mere legal bonds, she was raised her entire life as a Doria-Pamphilj. Honed to perfection by childhood tutors, and then educated in the illustrious Institut Le Rosey in Switzerland, esteemed and historical and expensive, where sons and daughters of princes, kings, shahs, oligarchs, tyrants, and billionaires are shipped off to follow in the footsteps of their dynasties, where children, according to long-standing student tradition, referred to the cleaning staff as "les esclaves" (the slaves) and to local townspeople as "les paysans" (the peasants). Alessandra was integrated into aristocratic society, with one seam in her otherwise perfect image. The nature of her parentage, the sole vulnerability in her indestructible façade, drew attacks, but Alessandra has long learned to disregard all criticism in this matter. She was a Doria-Pamphilj: blood was not the only thing that made family.

CAREER: After Le Rosey, she spent a year exploring the wider world as a volunteer, guided by the principles of her childhood Jesuit tutors — always at the forefront considering the agency of the poor, walking alongside the poor not as a savior, but as a facilitator to their economic liberation. Afterwards, she went on to study sociology at the Università di Bologna. A perfectionist even in and especially in her studies, she attained a con Lode in her final assessment of her degree. Afterwards, she dedicated her career to philanthropy, forming the first shadows of what would become one of the largest charitable institutions in Europe. She entered into the Society almost immediately after reaching the age of 25 — the age floor of recruitment in the Society. Backed by her legacy, her entrance into the Society seemed inevitable.

FAMILY: Alessandra is currently married. Like most marriages of its kind, the image is more important than anything else: the image of perfection. Husband and wife, dating for years before finally settling down, jointly striving for world domination, jointly generous and charitable and god-fearing. Two children, beautiful and well-mannered and talented and proper, just as she had been as a child. A family without a single hair out of place, without a single wrinkle in the fine, luxurious fabric that clothed them head-to-toe. Perfect, at the cost of discomfort. Perfect, at the cost of happiness. Perfect, at the cost of a genuine, loving home. Perfect, at the cost of anything and everything else that might stand in her way. It is an image that has sprawled the covers of magazines and the larger media, and an image that Alessandra will protect at all costs. Her children vye for her attention and approval, just as she had done for her parents. It is an unending cycle of perfection, and forever it shall be.

DOWNFALL: There is one aspect in which the Society has failed her: the usurpation of her brother’s inheritance. As the older of the two, he is bound to inherit the direct wealth of Doria-Pamphilj. However, his children are not his blood — (and what did it matter, were they not themselves not the blood of their parents?) — and by the faulty and outdated laws of the land so construed by her team of legal experts, she contested their claim to the hoard of wealth. It was not for disgust or disapproval of the nature of their family nor their birth, but pure, unadulterated greed. A vulnerability was perceived, and she attacked to seize for herself the bounties of a millennia of wealth amassed. Once, she and her brother had been joined at the hip — each other’s greatest confidante and counsel — and now her greed has torn them asunder, and has left her standing with some members of the society on fragile ground.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

MEMBERS

GOOD FRIENDS (0/?)

A member of the Society for fourteen years now, Alessandra has made many friends along the way. Whether it began in the society, whether it rooted in the paths crossed by their careers, or by the year she spent finding herself, or by her stints in the University of Bologna or Le Rosey, the two are friends, allies, and they have stood beside each other in their causes.

ACQUAINTANCES (0/?)

Those that, through all the years, Alessandra still has not yet gotten to know well. There is plenty of potential for their relationships to go whichever way.

DISSENTERS (0/?)

For her actions against her brother, she has put herself in the ill eye of others, especially those close to him. There might be those who are now questioning her position in the society.

BROTHER (1/1)

Once inseparable, the siblings are now on opposing sides. What once was love is now fuelled into hatred, and the passions burn high for Alessandra.

HUSBAND (0/1)

Together they sit upon the throne of the larger society, the media darlings, the couple that has withstood the test of time and will withstand whatever weathers their way. Once the curtains close, the picturesque is revealed to be the result of carefully crafted embalming. A marriage of both-sided affairs, many as they are, and moments of fire and brimstone. Despite this, they have chosen each other: despite this, there is no other who they would more wish to stand beside on their quest for the world.

INITIATES

MENTEES (0/?)

Alessandra sees their potential, and she will vouch for them through and through. She will personally shower them with the fruits of the Society, and will lead them towards success (of course, with the expectation that their success will bear fruit for her in turn).

BLACK SHEEP (0/?)

Alessandra disapproves of them. They will have to fight tooth and nail for her approval.

EITHER

PARAMOURS (0/?)

Whether purely in the past or continuing into the present, they and Alessandra have shared romantic inclinations. The image of her perfect marriage is only that: an image. In the nights she craves comfort and touch, she comes or has come to them for her most carnal desires.

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