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signed-sapphire · 16 days

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The Fallen Star ✨Wish Reimagined

Chapter 1 - Welcome to Rosas

We open to a picture book with the title The Fallen Star on the cover, and it flips open to the end as a voice similar to that of the Golden Age princesses starts narrating.

Once upon a time, in a land… actually not that far away, there was a kingdom off the coast of the Iberian Peninsula.

Rosas.

The picture book opens to a jungle, zooming across a beach and a sea all the way up to Rosas.

Rosas was a beautiful kingdom, with beautiful people, a beautiful king and queen, and their beautiful daughter.

The picture book goes to look at the crowd, then to the other page to Magnus and Amaya waving to the crowd, then down to Asha waving to the crowd

Princess Asha. This is her story.

As well as his story.

The page flips and zooms down to Gabo.

And hers.

And their story.

Hal and Bazeema, then Dahlia, Safi, and Dario

And his story.

Simon O'Donahue

And my story.

Don’t worry.

You’ll meet me in a bit.

But for now, let’s start at the beginning.

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The picture book flips backwards to the beginning of the book, landing on a page with Steamboat Willie, which fades into real life and flips for motion

The flipbook stops at the last frame where a pencil erases and redraws an ear.

“Baaaaa!” A goat, dressed in indigo pajamas, jumps up on the stool next to the artist.

“Hey, Val,” Asha smiles. She turns back to her paper. “I’m not sure about this character. I mean, he looks like he’d be popular, but… he’s giving homophobic vibes. What do you think?”

“Baaaaaa!”

“You’re right. I’m going to burn it,” Asha decides. She pets Valentino’s fluffy head. “Thank you for your input, good sir,” she coos.

Suddenly, the bell tolls outside.

“Oh, goodness. It’s time! Come, baby!” Asha grins, closing her sketchbook and slipping it in her dress pockets.

Asha walks out the door and through the halls, so we get a good look at the beautiful architecture of Rosas.

We pass by the docks, where a ship pulls in by the harbor.

Just like in the movie, a boat docks on the harbors of Rosas. The boat is decorated with flags and plants and nets and fabric, and a group of lively tourists exit the ship.

“Hello!”

We see a smiling young woman waving to the tourists. “My name is Dahlia Tsurugi! I’m so glad you came to our city. I’ll be your tour guide, along with my friend, Bazeema Sriprasanna!”

Her friend jostles at her name, eyes darting to the crowd and waving shyly.

“Care for a cookie?” Dahlia asks as Bazeema pulls out a tray. “Courtesy of my parents, the royal bakers!”

The crowd looks excited, taking a few cookies. “Sugar cookies, just like how Their Majesties like them,” Dahlia explains. She gives Bazeema a thin smile, but before they can move forward, there’s the sound of trumpets.

Dahlia and Bazeema startle and turn towards the noise.

“Helloooo there!”

Now we’re getting to Asha! Our girl is smiling at the tourists, a golden tiara on her head and a group of servants rolling out a red carpet for her to walk on.

“My name is Princess Asha Arman of Rosas! I’ll be your tour guide today!” Asha smiles. “I’m glad you came to our wonderful and fantastic kingdom! Trust me, you’ll love it here.”

“Oh, Princess,” Dahlia says, grin faltering a bit. “You’re a bit early.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, Doc,” Asha says sweetly. “What kind of main character would I be if I ran in here, needing to catch my breath? Couldn’t be me.”

Dahlia blinks. “I see.”

She recovers quickly, turning back to the tour group. “Well, you’re in luck. Today you get to meet our very own, Princess Asha!”

Asha waves and smiles. There’s a bleat, and Asha lights up. “Oh! And this is my goat, Valentino. Say hi, baby!”

Valentino jumps up and bleats, nuzzling against Asha’s dress. Asha coos and pets his fluffy head.

Bazeema whispers something to Dahlia, who smiles sympathetically. Asha turns back to the crowd. “Well! Shall we start, then?”

🎵 Welcome to Rosas 🌹

Asha

Dahlia

Bazeema

All three together

Welcome to Rosas, come on, come this way

Asha bounces in front of the tourists

We hope that you’ll like it and choose to stay

Arms out

There's no other place just as full of surprise

Where your dreams and your reality can collide

Hands mashed together

The happiest place on earth

Hands clasped, singing

A land of laughter, joy, and mirth

Want to ride a carpet or rub a lamp’s base

Hand outstretched to carpet hanging (Aladdin’s carpet) lowers hand to Aladdin’s lamp underneath)

Well, hey, you've come to the, right, place

Gently leans down to the child of the group

'Cause here in the kingdom of Rosas

Asha cuts in front of Bazeema, the other girl girls join in

You can turn all your wanting to wishing, no what ifs and no wonders

Oh, here in the kingdom of Rosas

It's unlikely that you'll be unhappy with so much to discover

A home for me, for you, and all of us

The kingdom of Rosas

So our great King Magnus, many years ago

Dahlia fixes her glasses

Stars destroyed his homeland, fire, rain, sleet, and snow

Uses free hand to mime out

He battled the Stars and chased off their glow

Hand towards the sky, fist closed at “chased”

He makes sure they can’t hurt us again, oh no

He founded Rosas

With his wife and their young lass

Though to be honest—

Unsure Bazeema

Hey. Our princess grows on you, I promise

Dahlia gently interrupts, then turns to the tourists

Hey, did I mention, when you turn eighteen

Asha pops up behind them, taking their attention

You may have your wish granted by the king and queen

‘Till then, they keep them safe, protects them at all costs

So to the Stars again no one ever is lost

You give your wish to them and live a life of bliss

Yes, you do forget what it is, but now Stars won’t be able to take it from you

Boops nose of youngest

Besides, if you keep it you endanger everyone you love, so forget with no regret and live life safely

Arms like “why”, “gotcha” movement, running backwards

Here in the kingdom of Rosas

Flamenco staircase dance

You can turn all your wanting to wishing, no what ifs and no wonders

Oh, here in the kingdom of Rosas

It's unlikely that you'll be unhappy with so much to discover

A home for me, for you, and all of us

The kingdom of Rosas 🎵

The tourists are all excited, Dahlia happily explaining more about their kingdom.

“You actually came just in time!” Dahlia exclaims. “Tomorrow is the anniversary of Rosas’ founding, so you have a chance to check out the Wishing Festival! You should stick around, the kids get to plan it to ensure true imagination leads each celebration!”

She’s interrupted by an excited noise from Bazeema. Dahlia looks to see what her friend has gotten excited about, then lights up once she sees two young men in the distance.

“Simon! Safi! What are you doing here?”

We see a big, tall boy being dragged along by a much smaller one.

“Oh, hey, Dahls. Bazeema,” the bigger one greets them, yawning. “We just came to… wish you luck on your tour before… heading off to Hal’s Saba’s meeting.”

“We tried to make it in time, but— ACHOO!” Safi sneezes before he can finish his sentence.

“It was my fault,” Simon says apologetically. “I overslept.”

“And I told you, it’s fine, big guy,” Safi says, patting Simon’s arm. “Your dad worked you hard last night. Dahlia can handle it. And Bazeema— ACHOO!” Safi’s eyes widen. “Is there an animal nearby?”

“Oh, sorry,” Dahlia rushes. “Guys, we have a visitor on the tour with us. Be careful—“

“Ahem.”

The four teens straighten their posture. Princess Asha stands before them, holding Valentino in her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to support our friend Hal, Your Highness,” Safi pipes up.

“Aaaaand why are you interrupting our tour?”

“Well, we—“

“Ugh. This is boring me. You’re boring, you know that?” Asha asks. She hums. “Hal. She’s the granddaughter of the Rosas beekeeper, right? Parents were the royal jesters? She’s funny. Be like her.”

A bell tolls, and Asha lights up. “Time to head to the meeting, Val.”

Her goat bleats and jumps down from her arms. Safi sneezes again, and Asha pulls back her skirt with a snarl. “Watch it, Sneezy! Don’t get your germs on me.”

“S-sorry, Your Highness,” Safi sniffles. “It’s just that animals make me— AH—“

Dahlia and Simon put their fingers under Safi’s nose to stop him from sneezing.

“Here, let me help you with that—“ Bazeema starts, but Asha backs up. “No touchy! Nooooo touchy, got that?”

“Sorry, Your Highness,” Bazeema murmurs.

Asha huffs and glances at Safi. “Stay away from Valentino,” she says curtly, before pushing open the castle doors. “Doc, Bashful, with me! Let’s finish this tour so I can get back to my regular duties.” She smiles at the confused crowd. “Come on!”

Bazeema smiles at Simon and Safi. “We’ll meet you inside, okay?” she asks quietly, then nods to Dahlia to come along.

Asha leaves the crowd with Dahlia and Bazeema to prepare for the meeting. Every month the citizens of Rosa’s could come to her parents about their concerns. It usually wasn’t hosted often, but somehow someone found something wrong.

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“Asha, darling!”

Asha puts on a smile she sees two people standing inside her room. They’re regal, dressed in whites, blues, and golds, and smiling. King Magnus and Queen Amaya, or, as Asha knew them…

“Magnus, Ams,” Asha smiles.

“Well, how did the tour go?” Magnus asks with a warm grin.

“It went pretty well. You know me,” Asha smirks. “There was a snag, but I dealt with it.”

“Did you get to know your people?” Amaya asks, brushing Asha’s hair behind her ear.

Asha steps back. “Amaya.”

“Now, Asha, what do we always say?”

“‘To be a good ruler, you have to understand your roses so they can come to full bloom,’” Asha recites, rolling her eyes. She smiles. “Ams, I get it. And I love Rosas. But they don’t love me.”

“Were you kind?” Amaya asks.

“Yes!” Asha exclaims. “I complimented their friend and gave them a job to do on the tour! They got to be in the presence of me! The ward of the Wishgranter and his wife! The princess of the kingdom that literally grants wishes!”

“We keep wishes safe,” Magnus corrects. “And we were once like them. And you’re our daughter, Asha. You’re family.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Magnus smiles. “I love you, Asha.”

Asha puts on a smile again. “Love you too, Magnus.”

Magnus grins and turns to his wife. “And I love you, mi vida.”

Amaya laughs as Magnus attacks her face in kisses. Asha groans and hides her smile.

“Okay, we should head out for the meeting,” Magnus mumbles against Amaya’s neck.

“Yes, mi rey.” Amaya smooths down her dress. “Asha, are you joining us, dear?”

“It’s my duty as a princess,” Asha says, standing up straight.

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“Hello, Sabino!” Magnus greets as the doors open to a man and a young woman. “Ah, Hal! Hello, my dear. How’s the juggling going?”

“It’s going well, Your Majesty,” Hal says brightly. “Practicing my best. My Saba helps me a lot.”

“That’s lovely. Now, tell us. Why did you grace us with your lovely presence this morning?” Amaya asks.

Hal steps back to give her Saba the spotlight. The doors close, Hal’s friends wave at her from the side rows.

(Sabino looks like this concept of his movie counterpart ⬇️)

“Well, Your Majesties,” Sabino says, bowing his head. “As you know, I am turning 100 today.”

“That is quite an accomplishment!” Magnus exclaims.

Sabino smiles. “Yes, it is quite an accomplishment. Although… it may be my last.”

“What do you mean?” Amaya asks.

Sabino goes on to explain how he was sick and old, and the sickness would soon claim his life… or something along those lines. It was hard to listen to every detail and draw.

Asha liked to call herself akin to the royal scribe. Except, through art.

As Asha flips through her book we can see some concept art from previous Disney movies.

She was currently working her way through a flipbook of Sneezy sneezing, jolting Sleepy awake. The boy kept dozing off, though he looked as if he was trying his hardest to stay awake and support Happy.

Hmm. Asha wondered if she should get Sleepy something to keep him awake. Maybe a prick would keep him awake.

That’s it! She would get him a magic spindle! It would gently prick Sleepy whenever he started drifting off! She was such a good princess.

There, Amaya. She understood the roses now.

“A-and, I know it was something to do with my health and life.”

Right. Sabino was still talking. Asha made another note in the corner of her sketchbook.

“So, I was wondering, if your Majesty would be so kind…” Sabino’s voice trailed off.

“Sabino. My good man.” Magnus’ voice was gentle. “I can tell you that you are right. Your wish has to do with your lifespan. But the Wishgranter has reasons for keeping wishes.”

“Yes, but—“

“Your Majesty,” Hal interrupted. “It’s my Saba’s 100th birthday. He’s waited this long to get his wish granted, no?”

“Hal, I understand your Saba’s patience,” Magnus says. “But there are some wishes that can’t be granted.”

“Your Majesty—“

“I’m sorry, Hal. For the safety of Rosas, Sabino’s wish must stay with me. I will keep it safe, however. The Stars will never harm his—“ Suddenly, Magnus doubles over, clutching his head. His eyes flash gold for a second, then they’re back to normal.

“Magnus!”

“Mi rey!”

Asha and Amaya scramble up to Magnus. Magnifico shoos them away. “I’m fine, my dears. Just another headache.”

“Did you do your monthly check on the Stars?” Amaya asks.

Magnus runs a hand through his hair, then sighs. “No. That’s what it is. Tonight I shall perform the check to ensure that Rosas remains safe. Thank you for reminding me.”

The king composes himself and turns back to his audience. “My deepest apologies, Sabino. I can have the royal Healers come over to your home to see if there’s anything else we can do.”

Sabino falters, then nods. “Thank you for your time, Your Majesty.”

Chapter 2

Author’s notes

Okay! I think I like this format. I’m really happy with the dividers.

This is just setting things up. It’s a lot quicker than comic form, and this will work until I find enough time to sit down and draw. Perhaps this summer.

What I wanted to accomplish during this chapter was to set up the storybook intro and distinguish that from “Welcome to Rosas” (bc in the movie, the song is completely useless? Just add one more page in the book?) but this time, the storybook sets it up with a mystery narrator, and “Welcome to Rosas” introduces Mag and Amaya.

I will be referring to him as “Magnus” while he’s himself.

Intro is done! We know about Asha, what Bazeema and Dahlia are like (which the movie didn’t really touch on), and the backstory of Rosas

Now we can get to the actual call to action! I’ve already written most of Chapter 2 (it’s just formatting stuff) so I’ll see you then!

Thanks for reading! <3

#wish 2023 #star x asha #asha #asha x star #starsha #human star #princess asha #disney wish #the fallen star au #the fallen star fic #Spotify

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opalescentdreamscape · 20 days

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AAAA alright I'm still having Thoughts over a COD 141/Stardew Valley crossover AU. Probably going to do one guy at a time, so let's start with the reason I thought of this AU to begin with: John Price. (Post under a read-more (hopefully) bc it's a long one.) (Also y'all can see one of my last posts where I reblogged my original ask to another blog about this idea if you want a lil more context, lol.)

He moves to town just so he can live by the river and soak in the peaceful surroundings. He isn't the boss of anyone but himself here, and due to the money he made as a captain in the army, he can comfortably retire and just... relax for once. Until three days goes by and he's going stir-crazy in his new, barely furnished house. So he wanders around the forest for a bit, but doesn't forage because he's unfamiliar with most of the vegetation he's walking through. Then he meanders his way over to the beach and meets Willy, who immediately sells him on a good fishing rod and starts talking about all the fish John can catch in the river not ten yards from his front door.

"Just wait until fall comes around and you'll be up to your shoulders in salmon." Willy chuckles. John perks up at that, and within the month he becomes the best customer at the fish shop, constantly bringing in fresh catches to sell and buying tons of bait. He even buys the most expensive fishing pole Willy has in stock once he learns about the eels and tuna that he can catch from the beach during the summer, among other more elusive fish. One day, Willy mentions crab pots, and John starts buying those up too, catching himself crab and lobster on good days.

This is where he comes into contact with the farmer. Y'see, the farmer also likes to go fishing, although they normally only do it on rainy days, which is why they haven't met John yet. He stays in on rainy days and grumbles about old aches and a wound in his shoulder that hurts something fierce with the bad weather, so of course he hasn't met them. But one day, he finds them searching through one of his crab pots.

"Y'know, I get that we're in a small town and all, but stealing is still a crime." John huffs at the farmer, noticing a very large crab in the bucket they're carrying. My damn crab, he thinks. The farmer tilts their head at him, obviously confused.

"It's a good thing these are my crab pots then. I believe yours are those ones." They point down the stream a little ways, where another couple pots lie at the edge of the water, and John pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I swear I put mine here. I would've marked them, but I wasn't aware anyone else in town used those crab pots. Name's Price, by the way." He holds his hand out to shake, and the farmer grips his hand with more strength than expected.

"I'm Y/N, good to meet you, Price. Tell you what, since we aren't sure which is which, I'll give you the haul from these pots and go mark those other ones as mine, and it can just be water under the bridge, yeah?" They smile and pass their bucket to John, who hefts the crab with a grin.

"That's pretty neighborly for someone you just met, but we can split this crab to even the deal. Ever had char-grilled crab legs?" Even though he thought the farmer had been stealing at first, their honest reaction and complete willingness to overlook his initial attitude garnered his interest. He ends up following along while the farmer takes all their crab pots out of the river and off the beach, letting them borrow his pocket knife to scratch their initials into the lid, and they talk about food and fishing.

Eventually, they become better friends. They continue to chat about the wildlife in the valley, and start sharing more than just fishing tips and the occassional crab. The farmer starts contributing fresh produce to John's pantry, and John shares the various catches he gets every day. They tell him about the different foods he can find in the forest, and he tells them a few tricks he learned about killing different monsters in the mines, though he refuses to talk much more about that kind of thing, preferring to avoid discussions of violence and war. He doesn't ever offer to join them when they go mining, and they don't pry or try to cajole him into it. He's here to relax, after all.

Winter hits eventually, and with it comes down the full force of John's aching body. He ends up practically bedridden for 3 days after the first snowstorm hits, and who else is there to check up on him but the farmer? He tries to deny their help at first, grumbling that it's just his old war wounds, just (and I quote) 'an old man's pain', but the farmer is determined to help him out. They show him Lewis and George's tricks for aches and pains, cook some great meals, and talk him into playing some board games when thkngs get too quiet. One day, he asks about their other responsibilities, and the farmer reminds him that none of their usual crops can grow in the winter, which makes their days a lot less eventful than normal.

"This is helping us both out, alright? I have nothing to do besides go in the mines during the winter, and if I'm being honest, sitting here beating you at chess is infinitely more entertaining than getting beat up by a bunch of monsters. You're doing me a favor, John, whether you like it or not." John can't help but laugh at that, and it's a low, rumbling sound. The farmer can't help thinking that they want to hear it more, and they do as the months go by.

#fanfic #crossover au #fanwork #stardew valley au #cod 141 #john price x reader #fluff #gender neutral reader #cod/stardew valley au #that's a fun tag to be writing out lmao #why stardew valley and cod you may be asking #it's because I'm autistic and these are my two biggest hyperfixations right now lol #idk what else to tag

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innytoes · 4 months

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missing Kidnapped by the fae moments (dunno if u still create for it) so here i am asking for some crumbs

Okay so you know the fae probably Went Hard on stuff like the summer and the winter solstice. Even though time moved differently over there.

So when the boys are back in the human realm, there's a bit of an adjustment. For one, LA doesn't have seasons the way the fairy realm did. And Reggie and Luke came from places in the US where winter was a thing, so they're kind of adjusting too. Though Luke is pretty fine with it, since he wears a beanie and no sleeves no matter what.

Willie and Reggie kind of miss the snow. I think Willie didn't care much for snow until Caleb stole Luke, who taught him the Joys Of Snowball Fights and Snow Men and Sledding.

Snowball fights were very much only a 'Caleb and the other fae are Out Hunting' thing after the first time a snowball went wide and hit one of the fae it was Not A Fun Time For Luke And Willie for several months.

So yeah, the boys are lamenting how they miss snow and sledding. Making sand-men on the beach is just not the same. Throwing sand at each other is Bad actually.

But, they get the bright idea, they could totally make a sled out of two skateboards and some cardboard, right?

Ray has a Very Bad Day after that. At least there were no broken bones this time but Reggie's on crutches for a week (it should have been more, but well, the boys aren't fully human yet) and Willie is Grounded from Skateboarding for just as long. Ray didn't even take his skateboard away, he just used the 'I'm not mad just disappointed' voice and explained it was unfair if Willie could skate when Reggie couldn't even walk

First time Reggie tried to walk through a wall with his crutches (what? his hands were full and doors are hard to open like that!) he went through fine... the crutches did not.

The boys do embrace other parts of the season, though.

Alex and Reggie really like baking. It's soothing, the steps are all laid out, everything smells nice, and there's food at the end. Julie and Ray and Carlos supervise the first few times just to make sure they understand the oven, but after that, they have free reign.

Reggie is the one who discovers the TikTok Baking Twink and starts trying more out there recipes. Some of which, Alex put his foot down to say no. He already lived through the horrific things that did with aspics and pineapple once, thank you. He has no need to relive it.

Luke of course is obsessed with modern Christmas music. Because he hasn't heard it seventeen billion times before, he really loves 'All I want For Christmas Is You' and he sings it to Julie once, really sincerely. Julie is utterly charmed.

He doesn't get why Flynn laughs at them.

When they try to explain Santa to Willie, he just nods sagely. Ah yes, he says, like the fae. You leave him offerings, he decides if you are a good person or a bad person, and rewards or punishes you as he sees fit. And he uses magic.

They are all very creeped out about Santa after that.

Willie does love the idea of gifts, though. Being raised by fairies, he has a very warped relationship with them, but when they explain that you get people you care about gifts for Christmas, he is all on board. Especially when Flynn introduces him to Sparkly Wrapping Paper.

(Yes, Ray has a conversation with Willie that if he wants things from stores, he must use money to buy them and not ask his crow friends to steal it.)

When Willie starts leaving them gifts, it's at random, in the weirdest places. But the right person always discovers them.

It starts normal enough, with some Fun Socks for Alex. Julie gets some sparkly glitter pens. Flynn gets some really weird soda she's never heard of before that has the same effect as seven sodas.

Luke and Reggie get rocks he found that look like a guitar pick and a dog, respectively. They are just as touched and excited as the others, though.

Carlos gets a videogame. It's a game that isn't supposed to be out until next year. Ray is starting to get a headache but Willie earnestly tells him it's not from a store.

Ray gets sweets he loves and misses from Puerto Rico. He has never mentioned these in front of Willie or any of the kids. He knows for certain they're not available in the states. He is scared to ask.

The gifts only get weirder but just as heartfelt from there. Food appears while Julie is studying that she didn't even realise she was craving. Sheet music for long-forgotten songs Luke only remembers snippets of.

Dogs appear whenever Reggie is sad, and once he's cheered up, they happily trot off to wherever they came from. Ray keeps checking the local facebook pages but nobody seems to notice their missing dogs.

Ray is almost relieved when Christmas comes around because hopefully it will stop the ever-increasingly-weird gifts.

He sits through the kids opening their stockings first. His new 'foster kids' are very easy to buy for, because there's so much they've never had and they appreciate just about everything. And yes maybe he did get them all little puzzles in the hopes of distracting them long enough that he can have a quiet afternoon.

Thankfully, the gifts on Christmas seem pretty normal. He maybe gets a little teary-eyed at the World's Best Dad mug the kids all got him together. And everything was bought in stores with money, just like Willie promised Ray.

Until the solid gold barbecue tongs.

#julie and the phantoms #kidnapped by the fae au #festive edition #fanfic #not!fic #I am not writing a thing #all ray wants for Christmas is not worrying one of his kids will get arrested #(willie it's willie)#let the man nap #he's been stress eating all week #anon there is always room for more kidnapped by the fae nonsense #it's one of those aus I may never actually write the full fic for but lives rent free in my house #like the quiet au and the dystopian space station au

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frostierwinters · 10 months

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moomins adultification problem

I recently read some posts by @writers-in-moominvalley and felt inspired to do my own. so i decided to make

moomins adultification problem

what do I mean by this? I mean that the community treats moomin like an adult/teen when he.... isn't. sorta. so to explain, MOOMIN IS VERY MUCH A KID. in the moomins debut book “moomins and the great flood” moomin and sniff are shown to be young. both in height difference and in behaviour

moomin is shown as small, infantile, and naïve. hell, theres even a scene in the book where moomin and sniff eat so much candy in a willy wonka type candyland that they get tummy aches and even throw up!

comet in moominvalley also takes it time proving this theory further, moomin spends his time building a swing and playing with sniff at the beach. moomin is shown to not particularly care about the pearls worth, but rather it being pretty, later, he goes home and gives it too his mom. hes still shown to be very childish, such as the scene nobody seems to remember from the books in which they walk into a store, take some things, and then are surprised once its revealed that they have to pay. luckily, the old lady running the store is kind and decides to let them take these things without paying. moomin is also shown to be naive in this story and desperately tries to impress snorkmaiden and fantasizes a bit.

in finn family moomintroll he plays hide and seek with his friends, as well as doing many things children would do like playing tarzan. notice something? this is not “teenage behaviour” some people point out there are time skips between books, which is correct, but ill let this timeline here do the talking

so why do people age moomin up? After a helpful comment I decided to rewrite this, perhaps they were introduced to moomin through the moominvalley 19 series, which ages up moomin.

#moomin #moominvalley #analysis

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twdg-and-stuff · 1 year

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Saw your post and it seemed like and innovation to ask! Hope you don't mind :]

If you feel like it could I get a Louis x Reader? Where the reader basically lost their eye in the boat incident instead of Vi, and how Louis would help her while they recover? Can be romantic or platonic! A fic or headcanons. Anything really. :]

A/N: Hi! This is an amazing idea! I hope you like it:) I rewatched gameplay of this scene to get it more realistic

Warnings: Injury, Weapons, Usual TWDG stuff

Louis x Reader

Clem opened her eyes, searching everywhere. She looked until she met eyes with AJ which was suddenly interrupted when a Walker emerged from the rubble. Clem backed up, muttering under her breath. Just as the Walker was about to get to her, Louis smashed it’s head in with a rock, causing the Walker to fall to the ground.

“Louis! You made it!” AJ called out, Clem getting up from the ground and wiping the dirt off of her pant legs.

“Yeah, yeah I did.” Louis responded, almost out of breath.

“And that’s how you school a Walker,” Clem said smiling as she walked over to Louis.

“They are Right to fear me.” Louis smiled as he set his arms on his hips.

Their smiling stopped when they heard a scream behind them. Turning around they were faced by Y/N desperately pushing a Walker off of her.

“Get The fuck Off of me!” She yelled in a panicked tone. She crushed the walker’s head with her foot while she backed up onto the sand.

“Y/N!” Clem yelled as she began to run to her, looking at Louis quickly before she lept into action.

Clem ran over to Y/N, stopping in-front of them.

“Oh my god!” Clem yelled, looking down at her.

“Clem where are you?” Was all Y/N could say, looking each way in search of her. Clem gasped, realizing that her friend had been injured by the bomb.

“Louis, get over here! They’re hurt!” Clementine called into his direction, grasping Y/N’s shoulders tightly.

Louis ran over to the two, stopping abruptly when he saw their eyes.

“Ok, we’ve got you. Come on.” Louis said, grabbing Hold of their hand and pulling them up to their feet.

“Ah Shit…Can you-can you see?” Clem stuttered.

“I don’t…just-don’t let go of me, ok?” Y/N said quietly.

“Clem!” AJ ran over to the three, pointing in the direction of the herd.

“Shit. We can’t stay here.” Louis spoke as he turned to the herd that was getting closer.

The Four started to go the opposite direction, leaving the few members of Delta still alive to kill The Walkers.

“Oh thank god.” Aasim said when they got to him and Omar, crouched behind a few boxes.

“You guys made it!” Omar smiled at them.

AJ turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the Walkers getting so close to them.

“That’s a whole lotta monsters.”

“And more coming by the minute!” Louis yelled.

“Stay calm, we knew this would happen.” Clem whispered.

“Y/N, are your eyes-“

“Fucked up. They’re fucked up.” Y/N said, turning to look at AJ-or at least in the direction of his voice.

“We just have to get off this beach.” Clem muttered, obviously unsure how to do that.

She stood up to find Willy and Ruby at the cart shooting Walkers away.

“Look!” Clementine yelled to the others. “They brought the cart around.”

“Ruby! Willy!” Aasim called to the two.

“C’mon! We’re getting outta here!” Willy yelled back, putting his bow into place.

Willy must have jinxed that, because almost instantly one of the members of Delta began to shoot at the teens.

Clem jumped into action, shooting up and grabbing her bow from the ground.

A few Walkers surrounded the woman, biting into her neck while Clem crouched back down.

Once they all had gotten back to Ericson’s, Louis was the first to check on Y/N once Ruby gave the okay to see them.

He walked into the room slowly, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could.

“How are you doing?” He asked, walking to their bedside.

“Ok, i guess. As good as I can be.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.” He muttered.

Y/N sat up, hugging him. He quickly wrapped his arms around their back.

“I’m just glad you’re ok. I was so worried that you wouldn’t make it. Seeing you back at the boat was terrifying. I thought you’d turned and got bit.”

He released from the hug, looking Y/N in the eye.

“I’m Ok. Thank you for worrying about me. When Ruby told me Someone was coming up here to see me I was hoping it would be you.”

Louis smiled, and looked at their bandage.

“Want me to change it for you? It’s been a few days.” Louis asked, putting his hand on the bandage.

“That would be nice.”

Louis began to take the bandage off, throwing it into the trash bin and putting a new one around Y/N’s head and eye.

“I’m so happy you’re ok. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

#the walking dead #the walking dead game #twdg #twdg fanfic #twdg headcanons #fanfiction #louis twdg #louis x reader #twdg x reader

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ososimilar · 3 months

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Chapter 4- Sam

AUTHORS NOTE: I cant figure out how to put italics on tumblr so if you want proper format go to AO3

He let me win, why? Sam stood there dumbfounded. Maybe I should just drop it. He tried to shake it off and think about something else. BUT WHY! His thoughts were racing eating away at him. After standing there looking stupid for an embarrassing amount of time Sam began cleaning up. He set up the table, and the pool cues away. Then he put his can of joja cola in the recycling. Before rounding up the 3, 4, 5 empty glasses Seb had drank.

He brought the glasses to the counter, setting them all down with a thud. “Here Gus.” He said as he sat down.

“Thanks bud.” Gus looked at Sam with a warm smile. “Say, Sebastian and Abigail rushed out of here quickly. They grow up so fast. But y'all are about the age to be getting up to stuff like that.” He looked at Sam. “Just be careful.”

“Oh.” Sam hadn’t thought of that. “I will. Its late so I should head home.” He waved goodbye and turned to leave, nodding to Willy and Clint who were sitting at the table by the door. As he pushed open the door he felt a blast of cold wind hit his body. He stepped outside into the moonlit snowy street. What'd he mean by “getting up to stuff like that?” What are they doing? What's happening? Should I go check it out? He turned around and looked in the direction of Sebs place. No, no, he was mad when I worried this morning I should just leave him alone. He turned back and walked home. Gazing up at the stars and looking at the snow covered bushes near the path.

He stopped in front of his house. The lights are still on. If I go inside mom will ask me how things went. He stood there contemplating his next move. Should I sneak through the window? Maybe this is a sign I should go investigate what Seb and Abby are doing. But I trust Abby. He scolded himself for not trusting his friends. Then he spun himself around and trudged off in the other direction. I want to hear the ocean. He trudged down the beach, reaching the point where the snow turned to sand. He took a breath and stepped into the sand. Then walked onto the dock.

He sank into the bench next to Willys boat house. Gazing up at the stars. He began a rhythmic tapping on the bench with his left hand. He took a deep breath. Why do I feel this way? Why am I jealous? It's none of my business what Sebastian does. But why does he let me win? “Ugh, this is exhausting.” Sam let out an audible groan with his frustration.

“Then maybe you should get some sleep, kid.” It was Uncle Willys voice from around the corner. “What are you doing out so late? It's cold out here.” He walked closer to Sam and gestured to the empty spot where Sam had been tapping. “Can I sit here?”

Sam moved his hand and watched Willy sit next to him.

“You know,” he looked at Sam. “Yer pops and I used to sit here and fish every morning when we were yer age. I know it's hard, him being away and all. And yer pals movin’ along without you.” He put his hand on Sam's shoulder. “Yer dad used to sit here, yapping away about this girl he liked. Name was Jodi.” He chucked. “He thought I was trying to date her since our parents were close. But whenever we were together she’d just ask ‘bout him.” He sighed and looked at Sam. “‘ventually he signed up for the military. Jodi was heartbroken and confessed to him. They got hitched and moved away to a military base somewhere, where you were born.” He looked at Sam trying to gauge if Sam understood his point. “Look all’m tryna say is that ya shouldn’t wait till she makes a move, ya gotta do it yourself.” He looked at Sam, hoping for conformation.

Sam nodded. “I understand. Thanks Uncle Willy.” Does he think I like Abby? Is that why I’m jealous? No, I've never thought of babies that way.

“Well, don't stay out too late pal. Im gonna hit the sack.” He stood up, patted Sam on the back, and walked toward the door. “Goodnight.” He walked inside and closed the door.

Sam sat there in silence. Listening to the waves, and the wind. Taking in the sounds, and the moonlight reflecting off the ocean. Someone could write a song about this. He resumed rapping his fingers on the bench. Just describe the environment, the story. He reminded himself of the advice Penny had given him when he asked for advice on songwriting.

In the silence I can hear the waves

But they are drowned out by my thoughts of you

The waves reflect light, from the moon and the stars,

Though they're not the brightest thing in the night

My thoughts of you, the Image in my head

Of the boy that I want in my bed

You were there the other day and we laughed about

The size of my bed and the the stupid action movie I put on

Sam tapped away, as he thought of these lyrics. It wasn't the type of music he thought he'd wanted to write, it was… what did Penny call this type of song? Free poetry? Free verse! That's it. He continued.

My uncle told me to confess

But I can't even confess it to myself

I should tell my father, in the church on sunday

The boy that took over my thoughts, turned my brain to a warzone

Hey there, boy in my head

He's real I think

My childhood friend

Not the one I thought it'd be

The boy

Who opened up to me

He stopped tapping. Do I like Sebastian? Is that why I'm jealous? But I used to have a crush on Emily, I can't be gay. He shivered and stood up, running home to write down the lyrics he'd just come up with

#sam stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley #stardew valley fic #winterstar lovers

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midnightsorrowsworld · 7 months

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5 oct 2023

I got a dream about my grandpa last night. It's bright morning, me and della walk to my grandpa house bcs i need to take care of him. In my dream he's living alone, old, and sick but his face look so healthy and radiant. When we're arrive della need to take a dumb so i told her where the bathroom is. But della asked me to waitingbfor her in the front of the bathroom. Long story short, we're heading back to livibg room, and i entering my grandpa's room. I'm so pity with the condition, there are 2 beds in his room but the mattresses were broken. He put some thin mattress to his bed . My heart so che watching it, and crying. Im back to my grandpa, but suddenly he's dying and got heavy breath, im so shocked and immediately grab him to my arms while watching him to closed his eyes and passed away. Im so sad and kinda miss him even i have no special boundaries with him. Al Fayiha to my beloved kong 🥀

The second scene is in the villa ( i think this dream was thenext chapter of my dream from last year where i stayed in villa with willy)

I booked 2 suites viila with a pool view near the beach. When back from the restaurant i founf my room full with a bunch of bule, and i complaint to thebhotel staff if i already booked the rooms. Suddenly i saw sintya (my classmatebfrom uni) entering my room with her kids (she's have 3 children) and i welcomeling her and her family. She's looked like still angry with me (bcs all of our classmates hated her) and i told her if im really sorry for what happened to her, and told her if she's also my close friend who always visit my boarding room, and she always picked me up to go to the class together. She's forgiving me and going back. Long story short wildan came to our room, seems like we have an argument bcs he's cold to me. I approaching him and hug him from back while he's gazing some painting in the wall.. he's hugged me back and we start to kissing, lot of kissing and we ended up make up in the couch near the window. I kinda feel he's rubbed his stuff to mine. And im so passionately so happy amd horny at the same time. I think i miss him so much. Then suddenly im so angry, dissappointed, and unhappy bcs when i open my eyes i founf out if he's not wildan but fahmi. I ignore his kisses and stop it right away. And told him i want to go swimming.

Finn.

#dream journal

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tex-treasure-chamber · 10 months

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In expansion of this Tex & Maxwell SDV post

Decided to explore my OC Maxwell as if he were a SDV resident alongside my S/I Tex who's post can be found here. This what I came up with ♡

Spring -> Summer

Autumn -> Winter

I was able to edit on his freckles but couldn't find a way to edit on his white streaks in so we're just playing pretend they're there ^^,

Name: Maxwell

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday: Winter 17

Profession: He's a marine biology professor and secret wizard, conducting research and writing papers on his findings as well as practicing magic in his spare time.

Personality: Although very friendly and outgoing, Maxwell enjoys his quiet slice of the beach where he can enjoy the sound of the waves crashing to the shore and spend his time researching the animals that live in it.

Housing: he is living on the beach in a cottage on the little secluded side to the right of Elliot's cottage-- the space you typically have to earn a bridge repair for to access but in my version, you don't. He has a table outside his cottage with two chairs and owns a little sailboat docked on the end of the pier (The Jolly Sea Holly). If you become friends enough, you can use his boat to go out and fish in deeper waters.

NOTE: you must be friends first before you can enter his home uninvited. His bedroom, regardless of your friendship points with him, is always locked although if you visit at certain times, you can see Rasmodius or Tex visiting with him inside his bedroom in the chairs in front of his row of bookshelves.

Pets: a female chocolate Labrador named Nemo. She can be seen wandering at different times of the day on the side of the beach where Maxwell lives. There is a doghouse and water bowl beside his house, to the right, although it's really for show since Maxwell brings Nemo inside each night. On rainy days, she lounges around inside his cabin. In the aquarium is a squid (Skipper), a sea urchin (Ripley), a mussel (Hadal) an albacore (Pearl), and a halibut (Captain).

Love interest: Tex (As the player, you cannot romance him- there are no slots for the hearts required to date/marry.) As the player spends time in Pelican Town, Maxwell & Tex's blossoming relationship is meant to be strictly an observable event via walking in on their interactions. They get married in the Winter of year 4 and the player receives an invite in the mail.

Friends & how they bond are:

Tex (wizarding, fishing, science, art, cooking, bibliophile, nature)

Rasmodius (wizarding)

Willy (fishing)

Demetrius (science)

Robin (woodwork artistry)

Maru (science)

Elliot (bibliophile)

Granny Evelyn (cooking)

Gus (cooking)

Leah (woodwork artistry)

Emily (open-mindedness)

He's usually spending his time...

- foraging in the woods, which is the farthest he goes from home but brings him in immediate vicinity of Tex's ranch, Starfell. He says he's just enjoying nature's bounty (but really he's low-key looking for magical ingredients)

- down by the tide pools on his side of the beach, muttering to himself & writing things down on a notepad (he has an animation loop just like Demetrius)

- fishing (has an animation loop like Willy)

- going to the library to read

- visiting Rasmodius (if you visit Ras while Maxwell is there, he gets flustered and adamant about how he's merely asking about the wizard's knowledge of the marine wildlife bc he doesn't want the player to know hes a wizard too LOL)

- in his home, drinking water and going over his notes. He's very chatty when he's inside at this time and will happily talk about the ocean or what he's learned that day bout the local wildlife / his theories about them. Sometimes, you can catch him whittling driftwood (he has a custom animation loop for doing so)

As for Maxwell's schedule, here's a working time table I've come up with:

- Mondays and Wednesdays, he goes out on his boat and is unreachable from 6 AM - 10 AM. (He's transformed himself into a manta ray and is enjoying himself as he should). He then will return to fish on the pier from 11 AM - 1 PM and after that, visits Rasmodius from 3 PM - 5 PM.

- Tuesdays and Thursdays, he studies the beach tide pools from 6 AM - 12 PM, then heads to the library to read from 2 PM- 4 PM.

- Fridays and Saturdays he is out foraging in the woods from 7 AM - 12 PM for food and magical ingredients; after that he will visit with Rasmodius and Tex at Rasmodius' place until 4 PM--- then he's off to go to the bar with Tex.

- Sundays, he fishes from 10 AM - 3 PM (usually keeping Willy company) before sitting in front of his house in one of his little chairs to whittle driftwood with Tex keeping him company as they draw. If it's raining outside, he stays in all day and whittles, again with Tex keeping him quiet company.

Gift guide

Favorite items:

wine (any, but prefers crystal fruit)

crocus flower

coconut

tropical curry

mango

banana

pearl

piña colada

coffee

rainbow shell (for magic)

fish taco

lobster bisque

kyanite (for magic)

Liked items:

fish (any)

oyster

driftwood (for whittling)

spice berry

beer

blackberry

dandelions (for magic)

purple mushroom (for magic)

anchor (for his boat)

baked fish

crispy bass

dish o' the sea

quartz (for magic)

aquamarine (for magic)

pizza

bait (for fishing)

Hated items:

fried calamari

carp surprise

vegetable medley

holly

slime

slate

litter & other universal disliked items

Fun Facts

Maxwell is the only character in SDV that can be seen swimming in the ocean during summer months; he swims in the patch of water just in front of his house on the isolated part of the beach

He has a distinctly Scottish verbiage, saying things like "aye" instead of "yes" and "It's a Bonnie day," instead of "it's a beautiful day" for example

Sometimes on the day after a storm has taken place, Maxwell will excitedly tell the player that he believes he saw a green humanoid creature on the south side of the docks before asking, with an apprehensive look on his face, "You believe me, right?"

After the player earns three hearts, Maxwell will send the player a recipe for tropical curry

The player is able to greet Nemo, Maxwell's dog. Whenever this happens, Nemo barks twice

#ocean man • maxwell #tex talks #let's put a pin in that 📌#stardew valley oc #*wraps myself up in this*#one for the treasure chamber

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themerrypanda · 2 years

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A brand new short story today! Based off of one of Elliott’s quotes: “Some people are shy. Keep showing interest in them and they'll get comfortable around you. Everyone likes to have friends, even that grumpy blacksmith.”

AO3 link in the title.

Title: I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues

Word Count: 1,795

Rain dripped down his coat and onto a mat. Elliott hung it on a wall hook, careful to make sure the raincoat wouldn’t drip onto the wooden floors of the Stardrop Saloon once rested against the wall. He walked towards the counter, his path interrupted by a call from Gus, the bartender.

“One pale ale, Elliott?”

“Yes, thank you.” He quickly answered back as he made it to Gus’s jukebox. He didn’t usually play music immediately upon arriving at the saloon, and he usually didn’t come over when it rained. But he did usually come on Fridays, and tonight he just had to get out of his beach cabin. His usual companion Leah would not be there to chat, as she has found herself deeply invested in work on a sculpture today. He knew better than anyone else not to interrupt an artist’s sudden spark of inspiration, especially after a block as long as she had.

Not that her artistry could pull him out of his own rut, unfortunately. Elliott scrolled through the Bartender’s Favorites custom category and settled on Marvin Gaye’s I Heard It Through The Grapevine , then looked through a different genre for the song he really wanted, an Elton John tune. It was customary; Gus requested that anyone who wanted to hear from the jukebox must pick a song from Gus’s favorites before then hearing the tune they wanted. If his customers only listened to what they wanted, Gus said, he would get too bored of the music, and he would rather hear nothing at all than Tubthumping by Chumbawamba twenty-one times in a row. (Gus learned that lesson the hard way from Sam on the boy’s 21st birthday.)

He glanced over to the table where Willy usually sat, then remembered that Willy would be on the docks fishing. He had better luck on rainy days, he claimed.

Willy’s usual companion wasn’t at the table either. Elliott looked around the saloon at all his potential talking companions for the evening. Marnie was busy chatting with Mayor Lewis, the scientist and carpenter couple were dancing in a spot free of tables and chairs. A few people sat on the barstools around the bar. He could hear Sam and two of his friends playing billiards in the game room.

And hidden in a diner booth in the corner of the room, facing away from the bar, was the blacksmith. Clint. Elliott had talked with him on a few occasions. But why did he choose to sit there tonight?

Curious, Elliott felt compelled to talk with him.

“Here’s the ale, Elliott.”

Emily walked up and handed him the stein.

“Thank you, Emily.” He fished into his pocket and gave her money. “Say, how did your clothing therapy go yesterday? So sorry I missed it.”

“Don’t worry, it went great! Six people turned up, and a few bought the clothes they chose. Robin’s wearing her dress right now. Abby wants to buy the suit of armor–”

“A suit of armor?”

“Yeah!” Emily laughed. “But she wanted to make sure she had a safe place for it in her room, so she’s going to swing by to pick it up tomorrow morning while her parents are in Grampleton. And Clint…”

Her shoulders slumped some, and her smile wasn’t nearly as bright as it was a second ago. “He chose a cute outfit, the beret was a great touch. But while I was talking with the farmer, trying to persuade them to give it a try, he…” Emily grunted. “I don’t know what happened, but I think Clint’s mad at me. He never looks at me anymore.”

Clint’s change in seating must be recent, and somehow tied to the event. But he, mad at Emily? What happened?

Emily sighed deeply. “I thought we were friends.”

“I did too.”

Emily suddenly whirled around when a customer spun around on a barstool tapped her shoulder.

“Hey, fill ‘er up!” Pam placed the empty stein in Emily’s empty hand.

“Alright, I’ll be right there.” Emily turned back to Elliott and gave a brief shrug and unhappy smile as her farewell and carried on with her work.

That settled it. Elliott gradually made his way across the saloon floor and towards Clint’s booth. He peered over the headrest, and noted Clint’s untouched bowl of macaroni and cheese, yet completely drained beer stein.

Clint nudged the stein closer to the edge of the table. “Another one, Gus.”

“I’m not Gus.”

Clint instantly flushed red. “Oh! Sorry.”

Elliott shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned with the misunderstanding. “May I sit down?”

Clint grunted. Elliott decided that it meant yes and sat down. And said nothing.

Instead he examined Clint’s face, which was still red around his eyes while the rest of his face returned to its usual shade.

“Wow. You look miserable.”

Clint scoffed. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?”

“No.”

“Good.”

Clint reached for his stein again, visibly frustrated that the glass was still empty.

“If I may inquire, what happened to you? You look like your beloved family dog died after getting hit by a truck.”

“Better that what actually happened.” Clint squinted so hard Elliott could no longer see his eyelashes. “I was a fool and a jerk.”

Elliott nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“I went to Emily’s clothing therapy yesterday. Of course I did; I’d follow her to the ends of the earth if she’d let me. I even tried on some of the clothes she made. I thought it might be nice to wear something more classy looking than scorched shirts and sweatpants when I have to go into the city. And she called my outfit cute.”

“Cute? That’s good, right?”

Clint shook his head. “I mean, yes? But from her tone… anxious me jumped to thinking that Emily might not see me as more than a friend. So when I went outside– she wanted us to let others see us as we see ourselves– and I panicked. I went back into the house, and saw her standing close to the farmer, and… oh, I’m ashamed of what I said.” Clint clenched an empty fist next to the still empty beer stein and pounded the table with a soft thud.

“I know that the farmer is legally blind. I know that. But I forgot… and when I saw them standing that close together, I thought nothing of Emily trying to lead the farmer to the racks of clothes. I mistook their closeness and her jumping in surprise when I came back as them becoming a… becoming a couple.” He groaned bitterly. “I didn’t even talk to her. All I could think to do was congratulate the farmer and get home with as few people seeing me as possible.”

Finally accepting that his glass was still empty, Clint stuck a fork into his macaroni and cheese and brought it up to his mouth, only to groan in frustration and set it back down. “The farmer came in this morning so I could upgrade one of their tools, and they cleared up the misunderstanding. They were so nice about it.” He rested his forehead in the palms of his hands, his elbows rested on the table. “And I could hardly bring myself to say anything. I was a jerk. I am a jerk. If I’m reacting this badly to a misunderstanding that could mean she’s in love with someone else, how am I supposed to cope when she finally is? She probably thinks I’m a jerk.”

Clint fell silent and didn’t say anything else. Elliott took a deep breath, allowing the silence to settle Clint’s thoughts before he spoke.

“She doesn’t.”

“She doesn’t?”

Elliott nodded. “But she does think you are mad at her because you’ve been avoiding her since.”

“Oh.”

“Now before you go beating yourself up about how you accidentally made her think you’re mad at her, have you apologized?”

Clint shook his head. “I can’t tell her why I was such a jerk. I’d look even more like a jerk, as if I were demanding she could only be with me.”

“Then don’t tell her that specifically. Do you still have the clothes you were wearing?”

Clint nodded. “I hadn’t paid for them, so I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away.”

“Okay. So this is what you do. Bring both the clothes and the money to pay for them when you go talk to her tomorrow at noon. Twelve o’clock sharp.”

“At her house?”

“Apologize for having taken them without buying, offer at least the money, but if you’ll want to, keep the clothes, otherwise return those to her as well. Also apologize for avoiding her. You can be vague about what you were mad at. Just say that she didn’t deserve to receive your anger, and you shouldn’t have gotten mad at her.”

“But I’m not mad at her!” Clint spoke only slightly louder than he had been, but it was enough to bring him to shame once more. “I’m mad at myself.”

Elliott sighed once more. “Then instead you apologize for making her feel like you were mad at her. Now, can you repeat to me what I said you should do?”

Slowly, Clint unburied his head from his hands and breathed slowly. “Um… see her tomorrow. Apologize for taking clothes, pay for them, give them back… Say sorry that I avoided her, say I wasn’t mad at her, I never meant to hurt her.” A pause. “Is that good?”

Elliott grinned. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“Okay.” Clint exhaled a deep breath. “I think I can do that.”

A new glass of beer was set on the table. Clint reached for the new drink, and limited himself to a single sip before attempting again to eat his cheesy macaroni, this time with success.

Elliott glanced at his watch. This was enough high-effort social interaction for one night. “I better get going. Thanks for letting me sit down and chat.”

Clint snorted. “I should be thanking you.”

“Hey, think of it as payment from me to you for having pestered you with so many questions about iron working over the last few weeks.”

“It wasn’t so bad.” Clint smiled weakly. “Made work less boring for me.”

Elliott smiled back as he sat up. “I’ll see you around, Clint.”

“See you.”

As Elliott walked over to the row of wall hooks, he turned long enough to see Emily finish her return to the bar, smile brightly and mouth to him “thanks”. Elliott put his coat on, winked, and ventured out into the drizzling rain once more. But now he had one more stop to make before heading home; he had a bet to place with Leah: 200g that Emily will head over to Clint’s shop instead.

#stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #sdv elliott #elliott stardew valley #stardew elliott #elliott sdv #stardew valley clint #sdv clint #clint sdv #stardew clint #stardew valley emily #sdv emily #stardew emily #emily stardew #emily stardew valley #emily sdv #NOT anti Clint for those merry few

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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A BEAN WROTE THIS

I normally don’t write this kinda of perspective, but it’s the one that keeps this the shortest, and I think it fits better to keep the Farmer Gender-neutral, since I don’t want to use a specific gender-ID. This is one of two themes: Jealousy. Theme: Jealousy. Citrus rating: Lime (for reference https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/citrus-scale)

After meeting you when you moved into town, makes spending hours in his cabin torture. He wants to finish his work, but he also just wants to see you. And with this growing fondness he also grows more and more jealous of the others. He finds out small tidbits of your encounters with the other bachelors, and bachelorettes. How does he find out about all this? People talk on Fridays in the Saloon, and if he focuses on listening to the others to hear more about you, what’s the harm? Leah is happily buzzed and doesn’t notice either way. Luckily she doesn’t notice his irritation when others proclaim their admiration of you, or talk about their interactions. Even when he almost breaks his beer glass when he slams it down after hearing Sebastian talk about sharing his umbrella with you at the beach last week. An ugly expression twisting Elliott’s features. No one notices, so it’s fine. Asking you for your favourite genre is just a way to feel closer to you, and to strike a balance where his interest in you can be used to write his book. Remembering that he’s doing it for you makes it more bearable to not see you every day. He uses it to occasionally strike up a conversation and ask for your input in his ideas. He loves the way your expression changes when you think of ideas for him. It’s something just between the two of you. He won’t tell you that the main couple in the story is inspired by your interactions with him, how he imagines it’s you and him joining together, when he writes those steamy lines on the paper. He does talk about some of his feelings for you to Willy and Leah, but they don’t understand his feelings, they don’t understand how deep his emotions are, and how he needs you, they think it’s a mere infatuation. No one is allowed to take you away, and it frustrates him that his friends don’t understand. Dark thoughts cloud his mind, and his fingers ache to touch, and hide you away, keep you close to him. He leaves the cabin for a walk on the old pier after long hours spent writing, maybe visit Willy for a quick chat, before going to town and looking for you there, but it’s like the fates align. You’re standing at the pier fishing, concentrating on the water, completely lost in your own world. It gives him a chance to look at you, all of you, and drink in every facet of you. He has to suppress a grin at finally seeing you again, it’s like his world finally has gained some more colour, that was missing in your absence. But something feels wrong, and he frowns, as he quietly walks closer, he can almost smell your spicy scent of cinnamon leaves, spiced tea, and honeycomb, he has to bite his lip to not let out an unseemly sound. He sees a bruise on your neck, and small scratches and bruises on your hands and arms. His stomach drops. Did someone catch your eye? If so, who? Who’d dare hurt you like this? Only he should be allowed to leave marks on your body, the only one to mark you inside and out. He’s unhappy, just standing there quietly, an ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wants to remove whoever dared to touch you, make them leave you alone. Wants to replace every bruise on your body, with his own. Make sure you forget whoever caused these marks. Wants to make sure you will forget them, so you won’t miss them. You flinch as he hand lands or your wrist, right over one of the bruises. “Elliott! Hi!” You say a bit startled. Elliott would have felt bad, but he doesn’t, carefully rubbing his thumb over a bruise on your wrist, a frown marring his face. “Who did this to you?” he asks softly. Seeing his expression you think it’s worry, Elliott knows it’s anger at whoever did this. You cough, “The mines, I was a bit too eager, I know I should have been more careful.” You look away awkwardly, you really should have known better than to enter the mines when you were already exhausted. His expression changes again, to something unreadable, before his eyes light up. “I see, I have some ointment in my cabin! It’s quite effective, and helps with healing superficial wounds like these, how about you come with me and I’ll help you apply it?” At first you’re not sure, it’s just some bruises and scratches, but looking Elliott’s confident and eager expression you feel at ease. “Ok.” you smile. Elliott takes your arm, and leads you away towards his cabin. Inside his head only one word keeps repeating: min mine mine mine. (AND THEN THEY LEMON’ED! The ointment is surprisingly slippery when heated by friction, probably why Elliott bought it with you in mind.) ( This was great bean! Lovely submission! -Mommabean)

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Alright here me out

"Why does that grave have your name on it?" from list a, and "what are you even supposed to be?" From list b, with JJ meeting reader at a costume party or just walking around, mistakenly taking them as a normal person with a horrible costume, and soon realizing that he's wrong

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“you must be a touron. i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around here before,” the blond spoke when he came up to you. he reminded you of your sweet willie. oh how you missed that man.

“uh, yes. i am not from here.” that wasn’t a compete lie. you were from here, just not from this time period. when you and william roamed the island, it was alongside denmark and his darling cecilia. you four were a force to be reckoned with but your quartet was quickly cut in half due to their demise.

“what are you even supposed to be?” he continued to make conversation while you two walked away from the gathering of young folk on the beach toward the trees. you didn’t really know how you appeared. you could only be seen by others on the stupid holiday of halloween and you never saw a mirror on those days. every other day, you were invisible to others and yourself.

“a ghost,” you responded honestly. no need to lie to the young boy and anyway, if he told others he’d seen a ghost, who would’ve believed him?

“cool.” you and the boy talked for a while as you walked. you exchanged names and told each other random things and stories about your lives. being so lost in the conversation, you hadn’t realized where you two had ended up. “why does that grave have your name on it?”

you hadn’t really lied to him once this whole night and you didn’t want to start now but how could explain that you were dead and had been for a long time? it seemed he had put the pieces together before you could say a word.

“oh,” he whispered in awe, “you weren’t kidding when you said you were a ghost.”

“i wasn’t.” you expected him to run away, scream, throw up maybe? anything but let out a light chuckle and smile.

“that’s pretty cool, y/n.” even the way he said your name brought back memories of your willie. you’d tried to find him every halloween but your attempts were always futile. this was the closest you’d felt to him in years and you didn’t want to give it up.

“can i ask you something, jj?” he hummed in response so you continued on. “what are your grandparents’ names?”

“i don’t know my mom’s side at all but my dad’s parents are david and ruby maybank.”

“do you remember ruby’s maiden name? was it henderson?” you interrogated. your daughter had a little girl named ruby before you’d passed. you assumed they moved when you couldn’t find them as you tried to figure out the whole ghost thing.

“i think so yeah. did you know them?” jj asked, his brows furrowing when you grabbed his hand.

“ruby was my granddaughter. i think… jj, i think you’re my great great grandson,” you spilled as tears pricked your eyes.

“oh wow, um really?”

“i think so. you also remind me a lot of my husband. we had a best friend that seems a lot like yours, that pope fellow you were taking about earlier, and william, my husband, had that same crooked smile and reckless nature. he kept everyone on their toes as i imagine you do as well.” jj nodded along, that smile you just mentioned showing itself.

“can you tell me about them? about the whole family if you don’t mind?” he inquired and while you wanted to tell him it all, it was nearing midnight at this point and by then, you’d become invisible to him again.

“i can but my time here is limited. i can only be seen by you on october thirty-first. after that, i go back to a full-on ghost.”

“so we only have two more minutes?” he asked when he checked the time on his phone.

you gave him a nod. “sadly, yes. but i’ll check up on you as much as i can, okay?

“yeah, that sounds nice. i’m glad i got to meet you. it’s nice to have some actual family in my life even if it is from beyond the grave and all,” he chuckled before he gave you a hug, holding you to him until you became air in his embrace.

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yourlocalfictionalenthusiast · 3 years

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART NINE

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Warnings: swearing

A/N: It’s Unsaid Emily time, folks. Also sorry this took me forever to post, I’ve been sick. Feedback is always appreciated! <3

"This is fine."

You rambled quietly as you paced up and down Hollywood Boulevard.

The familiar sounds of the cars on the road and the conversations of people walking by calmed you down a little, but you were still dizzy trying to keep up with your own feet.

Alex, who was watching you carefully from a bus bench cleared his throat, making you stop in your tracks. "Was what I think was happening in there actually happening?"

"Yes." You said immediately. "No. Maybe? I don't know."

Alex stared at you for a minute before sighing deeply and pinching the bridge of his nose. "(Y/n), I mean this in the most loving way possible, but you need to get your shit together."

"What?" You sputtered. Alex was usually so sympathetic and understanding when it came to giving you advice, but as he took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair, you prepared yourself for one of his 'big brother' lectures.

"I'm sorry, but you've been so disgustingly in love with each other your whole lives. Except you were the only one who realized it. Then that summer you guys were practically glued to each other, I thought that he finally figured it out too. I was just about to give Reg his twenty bucks..."

You shifted your weight as you thought back to that day at the beach, when you had stood there in the sand and let yourself think about what it would be like if Luke liked you back.

"But then he started ignoring you and being an idiot." Alex continued. "At first I thought that maybe he was just coming up with a way to tell you, but then it just never ended. It killed me to see how much it was hurting you, and I was all set to lock him in his guitar case."

You laughed a little at that and Alex smiled. “But judging by tonight, I think he realizes it now too.”

After spending so much time thinking Luke didn’t feel the same way, it was a reflex to try to deny it or come up with some excuse. But you realized that you really couldn’t anymore. You groaned loudly and plopped down on the bench.

“This isn’t fair.” You said. “I mean, I finally have an idea of what’s happening in his head just in time for us to die.. again.”

“That’s why you need to talk about it!’ Alex insisted. “Before anything else, you guys were best friends who told each other everything. Do you really want to cross over or whatever without telling him how you feel?”

Of course you didn’t. But you also didn't see the point of telling him if you were just going to disappear forever. What if you were misreading everything? Or what if you can’t figure out a way to play at the Orpheum and…?

You quickly pushed the thought out of your mind. You weren’t ready to think about any of that. With another groan, you leaned over onto Alex’s shoulder. “Al?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think we’ll ever stop having boy problems?”

Alex laughed and you couldn’t help but join in. You wanted to pause this moment in time and just stay here with your best friend, far away from all your problems. But then there was a bright light and suddenly Willie was standing on the sidewalk in front of you.

“Alex, can we talk?”

You sat up straight and looked between the two of them, raising your eyebrows at Alex in a silent question. He nodded and you gave him a reassuring smile before poofing away.

You wandered around the city for a while before heading back to the garage, frowning when you found it empty.

You knew that Reggie was probably inside with Ray or Carlos but Luke was usually always here at this time of the day. You looked over to the table to see Luke’s songbook sitting open and you frowned in confusion. Luke had been extra secretive with his songs since Julie read them at practice, so it was weird for it to be out in the open for anyone to see.

As you went to close it, you saw that it was turned to ‘Unsaid Emily’. You ran your finger over the words, your heart flipping as you looked at his little notes and scribbles in the margins. It looked like the edges of the paper were blotted with tears.

You now figured that he was at his parent’s and your heart ached for him. It was obvious from the way he disappeared to their house every moment he could that he wanted to reconnect with them but you didn’t know it was this bad. Waves of guilt washed over you. You knew he wasn’t mad at you, but you still felt a little guilty about pushing so hard about Bobby when all Luke wanted was for his parents to be proud of him.

You got an idea and gently ripped out the page, knowing that there was a finalized version in your journal that Luke could have. But you knew that his parents having the version with his own handwriting and little notes as he workshopped it would be a lot more meaningful.

You folded it up and placed it in your pocket before poofing out of the garage and into the school hallway. You made a beeline for Julie's locker, getting there just in time to see Nick walking away with a blush and a triumphant smile.

Before you could even say a word, Julie put her phone to her ear and opened her mouth to scold you for showing up at her school again but she couldn't stop smiling long enough to get the words out.

"So, what did I miss?" You teased, making Julie roll her eyes.

"Nick might've just asked me out." She shrugged, trying to seem casual. "And I might've said yes."

You cheered and folded your arms. "I told you so."

"Shut up." Julie laughed and shoved her hand through the air next to your shoulder. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Your smile faded a little, having forgotten about your plan for a moment. You cleared your throat and carefully unfolded the paper to show Julie.

“I need your help.”

You and Julie walked side by side up the Patterson’s driveway.

You rubbed the page between your fingers and it seemed to get heavier in your hands with every step. You had been so sure that this plan would work but now you were actually here, you felt like this might be a bad idea.

You and Luke just got back to being friends again. Maybe even something more now after last night. The last thing you wanted to do was mess any of that up.

But you knew how much he missed his family. Even if he never said it out loud, you knew that he regretted leaving them more than anything.

Julie seemed to sense your thoughts and smiled at you reassuringly as you reached the porch. You handed Julie the paper as went to ring the doorbell. But before she could, Luke phased in front of the door.

“What are you guys doing here?” He asked, his eyes finding yours immediately.

Julie stepped forward a little. “I just, I wanted to know more about you guys so I asked (Y/n) to bring me here this time.”

“This time?” Luke repeated.

“We might’ve stopped by on your birthday.” She admitted.

“So you guys have been spying on me?” He scoffed at her. “After all your talks about boundaries?”

“This was my idea, Luke.” You explained, making him look over at you again. “I asked Julie to help because I’m worried about you.”

Luke’s jaw clenched slightly. “You don’t have to be.”

“Of course I do.” You said. “I understand. I know what it’s like to not be able to reach someone you love.”

Luke blinked rapidly, tears starting to brim in his eyes as he stared at you. He knew you were talking about your parents and Cece. But a little part of you meant him too, and how he had felt like a stranger to you for the better part of a year. “I wouldn’t even know what I’d say to her even if she could hear me.”

You pulled the song out of your pocket and smoothed out the paper before holding it out for him to see. “Maybe start with this.”

Luke instantly recognized it and there was a moment of heavy silence as he scanned the paper with his eyes before he slowly nodded. You handed it to Julie and pressed the doorbell, moving aside so she could stand on the welcome mat.

Luke fell back into the space next to you, watching the door with anticipation. A minute passed before it creaked open and Mitch stuck his head out. He greeted Julie and she introduced herself before clearing her throat.

“I believe you had a son named Luke?”

A look of pain crossed Mitch’s face but he nodded. “Yes, that’s right.”

“Your son’s band used to play in my family’s garage.” She said as she stroked the song between her fingers. “I came across this song that he wrote and I figured you might be interested.”

“Yes, of course.” Mitch opened the door and invited her in. You and Luke followed behind her closely. You looked all around the living room, smiling when your eyes fell on a picture that was propped up on a small table. It was taken on the day you both started high school. You were squishing Luke’s cheeks with your hand as he protested, although there was a bright smile on his face.

It warmed your heart to know that Emily had kept that picture after all this time. You looked back at Luke to see him already looking at you with an almost wistful look on his face.

Julie glanced at the picture before asking Mitch, “Do you have any other children?”

Mitch shook his head and the room got quiet for a second before Emily came in. “Did I hear the doorbell?”

Luke instantly tensed behind you, unconsciously taking a step back. You reached out and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before letting so just as fast. But before it could even fall back to your side, Luke wrapped it back around his.

You held onto him a little tighter than necessary, keeping him as close to you as possible because you couldn't even imagine how hard this moment was for him. Emily gave Julie a warm smile as she tucked herself into Mitch’s side.

“Julie lives in the place where Luke and the band used to rehearse.” He clarified. “She was just telling me that she found a song he wrote.”

“It’s about a girl named Emily.” Julie said as she looked down at the paper.

Emily gasped a little as she stepped forward slowly. “I’m Emily.”

“Then I think your son wrote this song for you.” Julie handed the song over and then stepped back slightly, giving them space to read it. The air became charged with emotion as they began crying, the paper shaking in Emily’s hands.

You knew the basics of what happened that night, but as you stood there, it was like a movie reel started playing and you could almost see Luke storming out, ignoring his mom calling out for him and running away until he got to the studio.

You remembered holding him in your arms later that night as he cried tears of frustration, sadness, and worry and before you knew it, you were doing it again. You dropped his hand and wrapped your arms around him and he immediately buried his head into your shoulder, sniffling quietly.

“Thank you.” You heard Emily say tearfully and you pulled away just enough to see her pressing the paper tightly against her chest.

Julie gave her a watery smile, wiping away tears of her own as she continued talking to them. Just as Emily laughed, Luke disappeared from your arms and you heard the sharp pop of him phasing away.

You looked at the spot where he was just standing and a part of you wanted to follow but you knew that he probably needed space. You followed Julie out the door and you walked beside each other in comfortable silence, each of you processing everything that just happened.

“Thank you for helping.” You said.

“Of course.” Julie smiled.

“So, when’s the date?” You teased as you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Remember what I said about shutting up?” She rolled her eyes but there was a bright smile on her face.

It was just after sunset when you got back to the house.

You couldn't remember the last time you had laughed as hard as you did when you were with Julie. It was still new to you, having a friend like her. You connected on so many levels and it only added to the guilt of keeping the secret about the stamps from her.

Just as you reached the walkway up to the front door, Julie nodded her head towards the porch where Luke was leaning against the railing. She mouthed ‘go’ before walking through the garden gate that led to the studio.

As soon as she was gone, you hopped up the stairs and cleared your throat. “I’m sorry. I know I overstepped and-”

“No, I just had to leave.” Luke stepped forward. “That was…I mean, how do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You just always know what I need.” He said. “I never really had any regrets other than running out on them. I’ve been wanting to do something about it but I didn’t know how.”

You smiled. “You would’ve done the same for me.”

“Still,” Luke insisted. There was that look again. The same one that he gave you on stage, the one you saw last night just before Alex came in. The one he gave you the night he ran away. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You almost whispered, only now realizing how close you had gotten. Luke was only a few feet in front of you, and he looked almost nervous. Just as he stopped in front of you, a jolt flashed across his chest, sending him backward into a pillar.

He groaned and you winced in sympathy as you raced up to him. “Are you okay?”

Luke nodded, but he looked a lot paler than usual. “We’re running out of time.”

Just then, Julie came storming up the walkway, her fists clenched at her sides. She didn’t even bother looking at either of you as she marched up the stairs and disappeared behind the door.

“I’m guessing Alex and Reg told her.” You said and looked back at Luke to see him rubbing the sore spot on his chest. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”

Even before you walked through the doors, you could feel the cloud of sadness, guilt, and regret hanging in the air. You couldn’t imagine how Julie was feeling right now. She had just gotten back into music again after losing her mom and now she was losing more important people and her band all at once.

You walked Luke over to the couch and plopped on the ground next to the coffee table, watching absentmindedly as Alex tried to balance his drumsticks on his nose. Then trying not to laugh when Julie came storming in and he fell to the floor.

“I think you broke Alex.” Reggie said.

The scowl on Julie’s face didn’t falter, and she looked pointedly at each of you.

“Do you guys want to cross over or what?” She asked, her arms crossed as you all stayed quiet. “Get it together!”

“They’re never going to let us play the Orpheum.” Luke said. “We’re nobody.”

“Our video is going viral, that counts for something!” Julie insisted. “This isn’t over. We were brought together for a reason, to help each other.”

You found yourself nodding along with what she was saying, her enthusiasm eating away at the feeling of hopelessness you’d been carrying around. You could tell by the slight smile on Reggie and Luke’s faces that they felt the same way.

“Yeah, but like Luke said, people don’t just play the Orpheum because they want to.” Alex said.

“People don’t.” She agreed, a hint of a smirk on her face. “But ghosts do.”

December 1994

It was a rainy night in L.A.

The flashes of lightning and occasional roar of thunder echoed through the garage so loudly that any hope you had of focusing on studying was long gone.

You sighed and shoved your textbooks into your bag before leaning back on the couch and staring at the ceiling. The stress of studying had started to give you a headache but you felt a little more relaxed as you stared at white Christmas lights hung across the loft's railing.

There was a loud bang on the side of the building and for a second, you thought it was just another clap of thunder. But then the garage doors swung open.

You were frozen in fear for a moment before you made out Luke’s figure in the dim light. He didn’t seem to see you as he stormed in and threw his backpack on the ground, making its contents spill out. It wasn’t until you cleared your throat that he spun around with wide eyes.

“Hey.” You said. “What are you doing here so late?”

Luke's eyes held yours for a minute before he slowly crossed the room and climbed onto the couch next to you. He wiggled around until he was comfortable on his stomach with his head in your lap and his arms tucked under his chest.

“Rough day?” You asked, resisting the urge to laugh as he let out a deep breath and sank further into you. You could feel his pulse racing and his breath was uneven, like he just ran all the way from home.

You felt your stress from before disappear completely as you stared down at him. Ever since you realized your feelings for him, it was hard to not overthink these kinds of moments.

Before you could stop yourself, you reached a hand down and brushed his messy, slightly damp hair away from his forehead.

His breath hitched and you mentally cursed yourself.

It was no secret that Luke was a touchy person. Ever since you were kids, he had a habit of making people his personal pillow or just absentmindedly grabbing people’s hands and shoulders. But maybe this was a step too far.

Before you could pull away, Luke nuzzled his head back into your hand until you got the hint and softly ran your fingers through his hair. The sinking feeling in your stomach turned into butterflies and you cleared your throat.

“Seriously, you okay?” You whispered.

Luke being this quiet worried you. Normally he would be rambling on about a new song or complaining about school. But now he just seemed deflated.

You gripped his arm with your free hand, muttering a soft ‘hey’ until he finally turned over. His green eyes flickered open and you saw that they were bright red, along with his nose.

“Oh, Lu.” Your heart sank. “What happened?”

Luke shook his head, tucking the side of his face into your hand.

“You feel warm.” You said as felt his forehead with your other hand. “Luke, please tell me what happened?”

You knew that if he wanted to tell you, he would, and you shouldn't push him. But you had only seen Luke cry a handful of times in your life, and it always broke your heart.

It felt like hours before he finally spoke, his voice rough and heavy. “I ran away.”

“You-?”

A dozen emotions hit you all at once. The first being disbelief, then anger, then sympathy. Of course, you knew how much his parents not supporting his dream was killing him, and he had mentioned running away before. But you never thought he would actually go through with it.

“What happened?” You asked quietly.

“I failed another test.” Luke said as he sat up, his voice getting a little louder and tears returning to his eyes as he ranted. “I just spaced on studying and she freaked out, threatened to make me quit again or sell my guitar and I just kinda lost it. I tried, (Y/n), I just-”

“Okay, hey, it’s okay.” You ran your hand through his hair again in an attempt to calm him down. You would freak out about how very obvious you were acting later but he clearly had a fever and looked like he was about to start crying again. “You need to get some rest. We’ll figure everything out tomorrow, I promise.”

“Stay here with me?” He asked and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest but you nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” You went to get up and get a sleeping bag from the loft so he could take the couch but his hand gripped yours. He let go a second later as he leaned back, propping himself up against the armrest and gesturing for you to lay down next to him.

You knew that your face must’ve been bright red but you carefully climbed into the space between his body and the back of the couch. You slung your arm around his torso and rested your head against his chest.

After a few minutes, Luke started snoring quietly. You stared up at him, trying to resist the urge to pinch yourself. It wasn’t the first time you and Luke had cuddled, not by a long shot. There were countless sleepovers when you were kids and even during movie nights as you got older.

But this was different.

Any other night, you probably wouldn’t be able to sleep with all the thoughts racing around in your brain about what all of this meant. But between the soft glow of the lights, the sound of the rain hitting the roof and Luke’s steady heartbeat beneath you, you felt yourself drifting off.

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loveelle · 3 years

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One Week ~ Day 6

Alive!Reggie Peters x reader AU

Summary: With the fear of telling your friends you’ll be leaving to go across the country for college next year, you plan a getaway week for you all at your uncles’ beach house filled with sun, sand and unfortunately, the one boy you can’t stand most in the world.

WC: 4.7K

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WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, partial nudity (?) (they’re in their underwear idk if that’s partial nudity or even a warning lol)

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Reminder. Change your alarm. You don’t know how you’ve never realized how irritating it was, but after waking up to the sound for the second day in a row on your vacation, the sound was followed with nothing but your annoyed groans.

It was beach day today, as you and your friends decided, so after your shower, you didn’t bother changing into clothes, only slipping your swimsuit back on and throwing a hoodie over it. Turns out, Julie and Flynn had relatively the same idea as you found them in the kitchen with the others, Flynn opting for a sundress to cover her and Julie just using one of Luke’s shirts, making the guitarist smirk with the growing blush on his face.

“Who’s making me breakfast?” you joke gathering the attentions of your friends as you enter the room.

“I got you.” Reggie says simply as you turn to where he was behind you in the kitchen, already making his own breakfast before throwing two more waffles in the toaster with a yawn.

“Long night?” Alex asks him and he nods, throwing a glance your way that went unnoticed by your friends.

“Didn’t get much sleep.” He shrugs and waits until both of your breakfasts are done and plates them, bringing them over to the table to eat.

“Thanks Reggie.” You smile up at him and Reggie’s stomach flips. In honesty, Reggie didn’t get much sleep last night because any time he closed his eyes, all he saw was your smile, your laugh echoing gently in his head and finally the feeling of your hand in his, molding so perfectly. He was drunk off the feeling and now he wants more.

“I gotta say,” Luke says after taking a spoonful of his cereal and pointing the utensil between you and Reggie, “I like you two getting along, but it’s creepy.”

“It’s creepy for us too, I think.” You admit, sending a look over to Reggie who voices his agreement.

“Yeah, but we got so used to fighting, it’s nice not to be.”

“Let’s keep it that way.” Alex chuckles and you didn’t have to be told twice. You like this new friendship, you like it so much that you spent most of your night thinking about Reggie’s smile or the way he made you laugh so effortless, or knew you well enough to know you’d be out on the beach again, and how you didn’t even think to take his hand walking back to the house, you just did.

It wasn’t long until the seven of you were heading out to the beach, the boys who hadn’t changed earlier finally switching their pajamas for their boardshorts and you grab your surfboard. You take your spot back on the beach and get ready to enjoy the day, watching your friends all settle around you. Focused on the water and the people running about it, you hadn’t noticed Reggie take the seat next to you until you turned to ask if anyone wanted to join you in the water and your words were caught in your throat when you got a glimpse of Reggie’s brown eyes, crinkled from laughing before they met yours.

You force yourself to look away. “Swimming anyone?” you shed the hoodie, dropping it on your beach towel before looking to your friends, seeing Julie, Luke, Flynn, and Reggie all stand up, leaving Willie and Alex on the beach.

The cold water makes you shiver and suck in a breath as the five of you walk deeper and deeper until the water was cuddled at your waist and you crouch for the water to engulf your upper body up to your neck. Your friends join you, small conversations shared between you all as the day heats up, making you sweat as you make your way out of the water to your things, leaving all of your friends behind as you try to put on sunscreen.

“Need some help?” You turn your head to see Reggie making his way to you, scooping up his towel and shaking it through his hair.

“It’s almost like you knew.” You chuckle slightly and toss the bottle of sunscreen to Reggie who was making quick work of applying it to your back, glancing over to the water every now and then before sighing.

“So, when are you going to tell the others about Juilliard?” Reggie asks and you frown.

You haven’t really thought about it. “Uh, I guess tonight. We can have another bonfire.”

Reggie nods, offering you a smile when you look over your shoulder. “That sounds nice.”

“Thanks for uh, keeping it a secret.”

“I told you I would.”

“I know.” Your smile causes his brain to malfunction as his hands finish rubbing sunscreen onto your back, not like you had noticed. The way his eyes focus on yours had caused your brain to do the same.

The calling of your name restarts your brain as your head snaps away from Reggie, as does his, to see a volleyball rolling your way, stopping by your feet. It was Georgia’s voice that called you as you look up to see your newest friends all waving at you from the volleyball court in the sand.

“Can you throw the ball back?” She shouts again and you pick up the ball, throwing it at Chris who was closest to you.

“You guys are welcome to play if you want. Your friends versus ours.” He invites and you and Reggie share a glance and smiles. The next second, Reggie was dashing towards the water and shouting your friend’s names, telling them to come play. It was funny to watch as he jumps his way back to you, landing by your side.

“I guess that’s a yes.” You chuckle, patting Reggie’s back. His smile was infectious as the rest of your friends finally arrive and you tell them you’re playing volleyball.

“One of us has to sit out.” Alex says as he counts the number of players, finding your team to have one extra.

“I’ll do it.” Flynn pulls her sunglasses out of her bag and takes a seat next to the net. “I’m just gonna enjoy the view.” She whispers to you under her breath and you cackle loudly, hiding your laugh in your hand as she winks at you before lowering her glasses as she watches the other team.

“Let’s play!” Julie calls out and you all get ready to play, Emma starting with the ball as she serves to Reggie next to you and he bumps the ball. To your surprise, your friends were pretty okay at playing Volleyball. Sometimes one of them would bump the ball and send it flying to Flynn, or try it one handed and you would duck as it comes at your head, but for the most part, you weren’t doing that bad.

You stand in the back row with Reggie, fanning yourself under the sweltering heat and cast a glance over to Reggie, seeing the sweat running down his face as he held his hands on his hips, his face scrunched slightly as he breathes deeper.

“It’s hot.” He says simply and it takes a moment to realize he’s caught you staring and is talking to you.

“Lemonade sounds beautiful right now.” You mumble, switching your hands after your left got tired.

Reggie nods, licking his lips slightly and turning to look down the beach. “I saw a lemonade stand not far down.”

“Do you think they’d notice if we snuck away-”

“Can you guys stop flirting and help us win?” Luke’s voice interrupts your conversation and Reggie and your smiles fall into thin lines.

“You know what,” you continue, “I think they’d notice.” Reggie laughs.

“I’ll buy you some after we win.” Reggie reaches out to grab your arm gently, giving it a small squeeze before he steps back into his position. Your arm tingles for minutes after, the small remains of Reggie’s touch bringing you out of concentration.

The only thing that brings you back was the ball coming very close to hitting you and you only manage to hit it once Reggie calls out your name. The ball goes flying and hits Luke in the back of his head. He slowly turns to you and your eyes goes wide and you point to Reggie, pinning it on him.

“I thought we were friends!” Reggie gasps out in amusement as you put your hands in the air.

“Hey, that was before you hit Luke a volleyball!” Reggie’s lips curl up, as do yours and before you knew it, your cheeks heats under his gaze.

You didn’t play for much longer before you all were pretty tired from playing and from the heat. You collapse on the ground, laying on your towel. The boys graciously offer to go get food for everyone, leaving you, Julie, and Flynn to relax.

“Y/N.” Flynn’s hand meets your stomach as she tries to get your attention. You open your eyes and look to her, your brow raising over your sunglasses. “You and Reggie. Explain.”

You groan, holding your hand over your face to momentarily block the sun. “When will I stop having to defend myself?”

“When we start believing you.”

“I thought you believed me already?” you ask Flynn, repeating her words from yesterday despite already knowing she was lying yesterday.

“I need answers.”

“Same here.” Julie pipes up from your other side and you roll your eyes at the two girls.

“I would tell you, but I don’t have any answers to give.” You say simply, ending the conversation. At least in your mind. Julie and Flynn were shooting each other looks while your eyes were closed. Perhaps they see something you don’t, and maybe, just maybe, you were definitely seeing it too.

“Lemonade?” Your eyes open again to see a nice cool cup of lemonade hovering above your head from Reggie and you don’t waste a second to grab it and sip from it.

“You are amazing.” You mumble, shooting him a smile and taking another sip.

Reggie grins at your words, gripping his own cup tighter and tips it to you. “That is very true, thank you for finally noticing.” He jokes, earning several chuckles from your friends and you bite back a smirk as Reggie sips on his own drink.

“Where’s my lemonade?” Alex asks and you finally look around to realize Reggie really did only get you and him lemonade, making your heart beat faster by the time you reach Reggie again.

“Obviously he just likes me better.” You quip, the rest of your friends giving you looks that you roll your eyes to. “Oh my god, I was joking!” you groan, taking your hotdog from Luke’s outstretched hands, finally focusing on your lunch.

Lunch was eaten quickly, your Lemonade drank just as fast as you and your friends spend the rest of the afternoon doing whatever you wanted, well into the late afternoon and the sun has long set.

“How about we go change into something more ‘bonfire’ and be back in like a half an hour?” Luke asks, pulling Julie who was shivering in her wet swimsuit into against his chest. Everyone nods and grabs their belongings, racing back to the house for warmth. You pull the hoodie you’ve slipped back on closer to you and once the warmth of the house hits your face, you sigh. It wasn’t completely cold outside, but it definitely wasn’t bikini weather anymore after spending all day in the sun.

“Come on.” Reggie chuckles and throws his arm over your shoulder, dragging you out from the entrance way toward your room.

“Don’t wanna move.” You grumble, feeling your body deflate after a day of swimming, surfing, and just hanging with your friends. You could feel your friends’ eyes on the two of you, but you didn’t care. Reggie’s hold on you was really comfy.

Reggie made sure no one could hear him before he whispered to you. “You gotta move or else how are you supposed to tell the others your big secret?”

He’s referring to Juilliard and you know it as you smirk to him. “Maybe I’ll call them when I board the plane.”

“Oh, you’re funny.” Reggie’s quip makes you nod with a smile as you reach your rooms and separate with a last look. You saw the heads of a couple of your friends behind Reggie, all wearing confused looks, but you don’t pay them any mind and head into your room to get into comfy clothes.

Your comfy clothes turned out to just be sweatpants and a tank top with your hoodie on top, but it was damn comfy. Heading back outside to the beach, you all work together to get the bonfire going before you’re seated and right by your side, Reggie sat.

Luke’s guitar starts filling the air as you pull out a marshmallow from the s’mores stash and pop it into your mouth, humming along to the song under your breath. The feeling of Reggie’s eyes on you calls your attention as you glance his way. The fire bounces off his face, illuminating the side closer to it. Reggie’s smile was special. There was just something about it that made your heart skip and you weren’t sure why, no one else could do that. And what was this overwhelming urge to always see it?

“Okay!” Luke’s shout, followed closely by the abrupt stop of his guitar made you jump. His eyes narrow between you and Reggie and you sigh, used to these looks from your friends in the past couple days. “The two of you, what’s going on?”

You were about to say there wasn’t anything going on between Reggie and you before you felt Reggie’s hand covering yours, making your breath hitch. His eyes met yours and you knew what he was trying to say. It was time to tell them.

You nod, psyching yourself up before letting your eyes flicker to your friends. “Okay, um… I don’t really know what to say, so I’ll just say it.” Your hands shook as Reggie slipped his into them, not caring if all your friends were watching the two of you carefully. It was enough for you to go on. “This coming fall, I’m moving to New York to go to Juilliard.”

Silence.

Your friends were never this silent.

Your grip on Reggie’s hand tightens and you’re surprised that he hasn’t stop your hold. “Guys?” Reggie speaks up, unsure why everyone is being uncharacteristically quiet.

“Juilliard?” Julie whispers and you couldn’t tell the tone behind it, whether it was of shock or amusement

“Uh, yeah.” You stutter out softly, occupying it with a nod.

That’s when Luke stands up, his guitar falling to the ground in his swift motion and you stomach drops before slowly, painfully slow, his lips turn up to a smile and his hands fly up in the air to cheer as he screams out, “My sister is going to Juilliard!” His actions spring the rest of your friends up from their stunned states and you gape at your best friends’ words, knowing he must have been really excited for you.

“Oh my god!”

“I knew you’d do amazing!”

“Congrats, Y/N!”

You weren’t sure who was shouting what as your friends all hug you, making your heart swell until you were glancing over Alex’s shoulder during his hug and see Reggie’s soft smile pointed at you.

“I told you.” He mouths to you and you roll your eyes before Alex lets go of you and you head over to Reggie. “You’re going to be amazing there.”

Before you could say anything to Reggie, Luke’s hand claps him over his back. “Oh man, I thought you were going to say Reggie and you were dating.”

“Same here.” Alex pipes up, Willie nodding along with him.

Your brows furrow and you glance to Julie and Flynn who shrug, silently telling you they thought the same.

“Well, that’s a little concerning.” You place a grin on your face as the seven of you settle around the fire again, you a little too close to Reggie as he tucks his blanket over your shoulder.

“Yeah, I don’t know what gave you the impression we’re dating.” He says and the two of you share a look knowing both of you were not doing anything that helps your words.

Seeing the smiles on their faces as you talk about Juilliard and they talk about how excited they were for you once again made you feel dumb for worrying, but when you told them that part, they assured you it was fine, even going as far to say most of them would have the same fear if they were in your place.

Two hours and several s’mores later, the seven of you head back into the house. Everyone was buzzing with a conversation through their tiredness. You weren’t tired. You didn’t want this night to end.

“Can we stay here for another week?” Julie voices your thoughts as her arm wraps with yours, her head leaning on your shoulder as you walk.

“We totally could,” you mumble and sigh deeply, before looking to Luke, “if only someone hadn’t booked a gig for you guys tomorrow. And the night after that. And the night after that. And the night-”

“She gets it, Y/N.” Luke smiles at you, reaching over Reggie to push your shoulder gently, knowing his girlfriend was leaning on you from the other side.

“Well, everyone,” Alex holds the door open as everyone files inside, “enjoy your last night of sleep here for a while.”

“Debbie downer!” You chuckle at him, knowing he was right and you were all a little sad. “Goodnight, everyone.”

“Night guys.”

“Night!”

You walk away with Reggie and Luke, Luke turning off to his room not long before Reggie and you separate for him to head into his.

10 minutes. That’s how long you were in your room before you walk right back out with your blanket pulled around your shoulders, finding yourself stopped in front of Reggie’s door. Your knuckles rap on the door gently and you hesitate walking away before his door opens and his smile deepens upon seeing you. You say nothing as Reggie grabs his blanket quickly and the two of you head right back to the beach, the lights of the house slowly turning off behind you as you settle in the sand. Reggie was close, as close as you’ve ever wanted him and without a second of thinking properly, you rest your head on his shoulder. Reggie looks down at you, smile pulling wide and he hopes you can’t hear his quickened breathing.

“I don’t wanna go home.” You whisper and feel Reggie nod above you, but he stays quiet for a couple seconds before speaking up.

“Do you think we’ll be friends when we get back?” His whispers were quieter than yours, almost afraid of the answer you’ll give. You pull away with drawn brows and your eyes studying Reggie’s face and he freezes under your gaze. “Forget I said any-”

“Hey,” you reach out and grasp his hand, squeezing it tight but gentle and Reggie’s hand melts into yours. You stop his insecurities with a simple touch. “We’re friends, Reg. During this vacation and after.”

It was a simple reassurance, but it makes Reggie’s heart soar and he didn’t know what was coming over him. He wants to be your friend, he wants to know he had your smile in his life, or your life, but if he was honest, he wants more. There was just something about you and Reggie wants more of it, something he’s never noticed in you before.

“I’m glad.” He finally says and you let your smile take over as you rest your head on his shoulder again. Reggie’s arm snakes it’s way around your back to pull you close to him before his head rests on yours. Comfort. That’s all you fell in Reggie’s hold and you wonder how long you could’ve been feeling this if you had just given him a chance before.

“So, you were right about the others and Juilliard.” You mumble and think back to the explosive positive response you got from your friends.

“I knew I would be.” Reggie chuckles under his breath. “There was absolutely no doubt.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk.

“Of course!” Reggie’s laugh now vibrates against you. “W-They love you.”

Your brows quirk up and you turn your head slightly enough to watch Reggie squeeze his eye close, almost mentally bashing himself as you squeeze his hand, unsure why he was mad at himself.

“I know I said it before, but thank you.” you continue and Reggie takes a moment before nodding against your head and a silence follows. The two of you stare out at the moon, settled brightly over the water. No matter how many times you see it or experience it, the moon has never been as bright and beautiful as it was in this very moment. It was like you were seeing it for the first time.

“I got you something.” Reggie interrupts your thoughts as you pull back enough to look at him, Reggie’s shoulders tensing with the absence of your touch.

“You got me something?”

“I did.” He reiterates. You glance around, trying to find clues on what he was referring to as he shakes his head. “It’s not- I left it in my room. I-I didn’t know what was a good time to give it to you and this might not be it because it’s inside and we’re out here and you probably don’t want to go insid-”

“Reg, you’re rambling!” your laugh in his ears stops him and the nerves in his body slows when your smile spreads wider. “Going inside sounds fine.”

He nods and scrambles to his feet, helping you up and draping both of your blankets over his arm before offering his other hand out to you to hold. You take it without thought and the two of you make your way back to Reggie’s room. He dumps your blankets on the ground and you stand awkwardly in his room, your eyes roaming over Reggie’s belongings strown across the room.

“You know we’re leaving tomorrow, right?” you chuckle, gesturing to the piles of Reggie’s clothes laid everywhere. He rolls his eyes at you before moving to his bedside table.

“I figured I’d find time tomorrow to pack.” He shrugs and you scoff, amusement laced in your tone.

“And if you don’t?”

“Then I guess our vacation never ends.” His response makes you bite back a smile, also wishing the vacation will never end.

“Touché, Peters.” You lean against his dresser as he pulls out the bag that he bought at the store the other day.

You look between him and the bag before he thrusts it at you. “Open it.”

You wrack your brain, trying to think about what Reggie could’ve gotten you but you come up empty. So instead of thinking about it, you take the bag from him. Reggie’s eyes scan your face as you pull out a paper wrapped object and your eyes flicker up to meet his. He beckons for you to continue and you do so, until you hold in your hands the very same knickknack you were looking at the other day, one you wanted but didn’t buy as you had to find your friends.

“You got me the snow globe?” your voice, soft and wonderous, makes Reggie’s smile expand.

“It’s a congratulations gift for getting into Juilliard.” He tells you the lie he’s convinced himself in order to make sense of buying you the gift. The truth was he just wants to see that smile.

And he does.

It lights up your face and your eyes stay connected with his. “Reg, you didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” Reggie interrupts you this time, reaching forward to shake your new gift slightly to watch the beach sparkle. “To remind you of this trip.”

“Trust me, Reggie. I will never forget this trip.” You weren’t lying. There are a few moments in life that you can recall off the top of your head and you have no doubt that after this trip, it was going to be one of those memories. You bring the snow globe close to your chest and step forward to place your hand on Reggie’s shoulder. “Thank you.”

The past few days had led Reggie to new thoughts about you, ones he’s never expected himself to think, but one thought has been living in the back of his mind, a place he never dared explore until this moment. The thought was what your lips felt like and as your lips pressed gently against the skin of Reggie’s cheek, he got a half answer, but he wanted to know more.

He was nervous. His fingers tapped against his leg as he thought about how he would go about this. Crossing such a boundary in your new friendship. He didn’t know if you wanted to cross such boundaries, but with just one glance at the look in your eye and the smile on your face, Reggie was ready to risk it all.

“Can you close your eyes?” He blurts out, thinking this might be better if he couldn’t see the look in your beautiful eyes as he possibly messes up.

You look at him in clear confusion. “Close my eyes?” He tilts his head briefly as a ‘yes’. “Why?”

“I just- I want to try something.” You were still confused so Reggie took the globe from your hand to place on his bedside table. He takes a deep breath before facing you again. “Just… trust me for a moment?”

It was all Reggie needed to say for you to slowly close your eyes, your shaky breath coming through your parted lips as you relax. The relaxation doesn’t last long as you feel Reggie’s touch, his hand coming up to cup your check and suddenly that shaky breath was caught in your throat.

Breathe, Y/N. You tell yourself but you don’t do such an action as Reggie’s other hand lands on your hip and you finally know what he’s doing.

He’s going to kiss you. And you were going to kiss him.

Reggie’s lips are chapped, the faint taste of his Chapstick easily catching your attention as his lips hit yours. You kiss back as soon as you recover from your initial state of shock, Reggie’s insecurities skyrocket until he feels you kiss him, your body pressing against his and he holds you close. Your hand comes up, cupping his jaw before finding its way to the back of his neck and pulling yourself closer to deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth as you moan softly.

“Y/N-” Reggie gasps out as the kiss separates, your head falling back as his falls against your shoulder for a moment before he pulls back just enough to look you in the eye. Your heavy breathing, matching Reggie’s, makes your chest heave as Reggie’s hand slips gently under your shirt, settling on your upper hip and his thumb stroking your bare skin ever so slowly. He opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t know what as he holds himself back. But he’s said enough with the kiss and the small action afterward as you step out of Reggie’s hold just enough to pull your shirt over your head and slip your pants to the floor.

You can hear Reggie’s gasp as you stand in front of him in your bra and underwear, his eyes immediately moving down your front before back up to your eyes and he slips his own shirt off. It was your turn to gawk. Sure, you’ve seen his chest several times this trip when he’s in his boardshorts, but this was more intimate and you weren’t prepared for the flutter of butterflies you got at the sight. Reggie’s pants were off not long after, leaving him in only his boxers.

Reggie clears his throat. “I’ve… I’ve never done… um-”

“Me neither.” You admit to him. It was both of your first times and Reggie and you knew that if you two were going to proceed, it would be special. It would mean something.

You both close the distance with a kiss.

Normally, you aren’t one to be spontaneous, at least, not like this, but something about this moment felt different. It felt… perfect.

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Prompt #37 (not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out) for Willex? 🧡

omg i didn't realise how long this had gotten djgh there's defo some weird pacing? and i'm not sure about the tone, also lets completely ignore whatever tense im writing it because i forgot half way through i think 😬 Anyway!! enjoy my friend!!

#37 not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

hand holding prompts!

Luke keeps staring at them, eyebrows wagging and an annoying smirk on his face and Alex is thirty seconds away from throwing a drumstick at his friend's head. Alex and Willie had walked back into the garage to the sounds of a riff he hadn’t heard before while Reggie shouted out adjustments.

None of them had commented, had made a big deal out of it. And Alex loved his friends for that, for how they sometimes just knew when to not make a big deal out of things. There would be time for explanations later, maybe after he’d thrown something at Luke because why was he looking at him like that?

When Willie had rushed out of the garage it had left them all confused. They’d been laughing, joking around about new lyrics and the time Ray had had to come pick them up from the beach because they’d forgotten they couldn’t just magically poof around anymore.

And then Willie had gone still next to him on the sofa, body tense and muttered something about ‘air’ and ‘late’ before getting up and hurrying out. It had left the four of them looking confused at the door and Julie opening her mouth to say something. But Alex hadn’t waited to hear what it might have been. He’d simply gotten up too, said he’d go find out and left.

Willie couldn’t get very far anymore now he was alive again, and Alex knows he hasn’t gone far because his skateboard is still where he’d left it outside the garage and Willie trusted them all, but not enough to leave without his board. So he had to be somewhere nearby.

Alex had found him sitting on the steps half hidden behind bushes and flowers, head in his hands and fingers tangled between his hair. It’s not until Alex is standing almost in front of him that he notices the way Willie was breathing heavily, shoulders shaking and the urge to reach out and hug him had been at the tips of his fingers. The only thing that had held him back was knowing that sometimes Willie needed a little space. That he needed to be the one to bridge the gap first sometimes.

“Hey,” he’d said quietly, slowing his steps and shoving his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie to stop himself from reaching out to detangle Willie’s fingers from his hair.

“I—“ Willie started, not even looking up at first as he sucked in a stuttering breath and Alex had watched his fingers flex against his scalp before they’d relaxed slightly, sliding down until his fingers were around the back of his neck, eyes glancing up at him, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to just— to just run out. God I bet they hate me now.”

Alex had frowned a little, brows drawing together as he’d rocked a little on his feet and the only thing he could think to say was, “Huh?”

Because Alex knew for a fact that his friends thought a lot of things, mostly about music and food and who would win the coin toss on Friday for which film they watched next and in Reggie’s case about when Ray would be home. But thinking anything bad about Willie? He doubted a single thought like that had ever crossed any of their minds.

“Why would they hate you?”

Willie really looks up at him now, eyes wide and it was so easy to see the tears waiting in them that Alex had finally caved, hands tugging out of his pocket so when he sat down in the empty space next to the skater he could easily slip one arm around his shoulders.

“Because they’re all being so nice and I can’t even keep it together enough to pretend that I’m fine,” Willie had leaned into him then and Alex had relaxed slightly, glad he’d made the right move, but while his body had been relaxing his mind had tensed, rolling his words over and over again to try and make it them make sense.

“You don't have to pretend to be fine,” was the only thing he could think to say and had pulled back a little to be able to look into the other boy's eyes, “You don’t. Do you know how many times one of us has walked out of that garage when things aren’t okay? Way too many times to count.”

Alex himself had walked out only last week when he’d been having a bad day, and had walked until he’d found Willie at the park down the street where he’d spent the rest of his afternoon trying (and failing) to learn how to jump over something on a skateboard. And it had been months since they’d all come back to life and gotten re-accustomed to things. For Willie it had only been weeks. He was more then allowed to have a bad day.

“I don't want them to think I’m not— not grateful,” Willie said with a shrug, hands fall from around his neck to rest on his knees, only for him to start twisting his fingers together as he spoke, “You guys are all so tight and I’m in the one who caused you all these problems and then you had to save me and I— I know I’m not worth all that trouble and Caleb always used to say I could be too much, and I don't want to be too much for you. Or for them.”

And now Alex really has no idea what to say. He’d thought that maybe Willie had just been having a bad day, that he’d need to go scream in an empty parking lot or hide out in Julie’s room for a while. He had never even thought that Willie might think he wasn’t worth, well anything they’d done for him. Alex doesn’t know if he’s ever hated Caleb Covington more.

“Willie, hey, you’re never too much,” he moves his arm from around his shoulders to reach out and place one hand over Willie’s twisting fingers, stilling them and carefully pulling them up so he can take both, one in each hand. “Caleb was a lot of things, and a fucking liar is pretty high on that list.”

That startled a laugh out of Willie, fingers flexing against Alex’s before settling linked together.

“He did lie a lot,” he agreed, eyes on their linked fingers as he blew out a breath.

“I’d do it all again, save you, no matter what trouble it might have been,” Alex said, and Willie had looked up at him again, lips slightly parted and if Alex had known where they really stood in their relationship right now he might have leaned forwards to kiss him. Instead he just smiles, head nodding towards the garage, “And they would too. You’re part of the gang now and memberships are very hard to cancel.”

“Oh yeah? Do you leave people on hold with terrible music for hours?” There’s a slight smile playing at the edges of his lips again, and Alex almost sighs in relief.

“Nah worse,” he says, nudging his elbow into Willie’s side, “You have to tell Reggie you no longer want to be friends.”

“Oh that’s mean,” and Willie had giggled, eyes crinkling at the corner and Alex had known he was okay, they’d got through the worst of the Bad Day and was just glad he’d been able to help.

They’d sat in silence for a while, Willie playing with their linked fingers and Alex just watching him, and he could have sat like that for hours and been perfectly content. Something about Willie made his mind feel calm and life (after and more) feel better. The silence is broken by the sound of one of his cymbals crashing and Alex can’t stop the flinch that rocks through his body or the way his brows had cinched together as he pictured Reggie or Luke sitting at his stool and trying to work something out with the song they’d been working on. On his drums. Without him.

“Alright hotdog, let's go save your drums,” Willie says with a chuckle and Alex had tried to speak, to deny it, to say he was fine, but there was clearly something in his eyes that had Willie shaking his head and standing up first, easily tugging at their joint hands to pull Alex to his feet too.

And then they’d walked back into the garage, Julie had been sat his drums, gently tapping away while Reggie hovered over her shoulder and scribbling something down. She shot them a quick smile and Alex had found it hard to hold the same annoyance at her being at his drums that he would have had for Luke or Reggie. And then Luke had looked at them, a small kind smile growing into a wider grin that Alex didn’t understand. Until Willie had started walking towards Julie and Reggie, and he’d been tugged along too. Because they were still holding hands. Heat had quickly filled his cheeks as he’d looked down and then back up, but Luke was still grinning, head bobbing a little as he’d held up a thumbs up before turning back into the conversation happening around them.

And well, Willie doesn’t seem to notice or mind that they’re still holding hands, and Alex isn’t about to ruin the moment either.

#ask #for-bittenlove #*prompts #julie and the phantoms fics #jatp #willex #alex mercer #willie jatp #i wrote the first part days ago and then i lOST IT SO I HAD TO REDO IT AND I HATE IT

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