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rey-jake-therapist · 7 months

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Sandoctober 2023

Day 18: Change

Title: Dream a little dream of us

Characters: Nuala the Fairy, Johanna Constantine and Hob Gadling

One-shot fic inspired with the prompt proposed by @orionsangel86 🖤

Tagging @nualaofthefaerie because I spent an awful time fearing I didn't write her in character and would love to hear your opinion. I chose Haley Bennett to represent Nuala because you said she gave you Nuala vibes :) Also there are some things I wrote that I would have surely omitted to mention if you hadn't written about it before... The Ice Maiden mention is one of them 🖤

And @writing-for-life because you seemed interested 🖤

Disclaimer: this fic and its summary contain major spoilers from the comics!

It all started with an idea: Johanna, Hob and Nuala walk into a bar after Morpheus' death...

For the needs of the story and to simplify things, Johanna replaces Thessaly so she did pretty much the same thing as Thessaly in TKO, but for a much better reason. I'm NOT trying to make up excuses for the witch through Johanna, they're too distinct characters. Johanna's not selfish, she's also not a TERF, in my headcanon she actually dated Wanda at some point and mourned her as much as Barbie did. SHE'S NOTHING LIKE THESSALY, PERIOD.

Morpheus dated both Johanna and Hob at different times :)

SUMMARY In the wake of Morpheus’ death, Johanna Constantine, Hob Gadling meet in a dream at the Green Dragon Tavern, where Nuala the Fairy works. They discuss the influence that Morpheus had on their lives and the love they had for him, as well as their remorses. Despite being unable to change himself, he changed them, mostly for the best. Written as a contribution to Sandtober2023. RATING: general audiences PAIRINGS: references to past Morphanna, Dreamling, Sandflower and beginning of... Nualanna? (Johanna/Nuala) TW: several mentions of a major character's death (Morpheus) STATUS: complete LINK AO3

Johanna Constantine was the first to arrive. She had no clue why she'd ended up in New York, being a Londoner, with no recollection of being summoned for a demon situation overseas. However, the moment she walked into the Green Dragon Pub, she sensed she wouldn't be alone for long. Much to her surprise, the pub was deserted, save for her and the bartender, a lovely brown-haired woman cheerily humming as she polished a glass behind the tall wooden bar.

Approaching the bar with a friendly greeting, Johanna couldn't help but notice the glass the bartender was drying was so spotless literal sparkles emanated from the glass, like something out of a cartoon. In any other place, she might have been taken aback, but she simply assumed the bartender had a knack for cleaning and ordered a bourbon. To her amazement, a bottle seemed to materialize in the bartender's hand, and she couldn't help but smile.

Just then, the creaky door swung open, revealing a man who appeared just as perplexed as Johanna had been when she first entered the Green Dragon Pub. A faint grin played on the bartender's lips as she poured Johanna's bourbon and mumbled, "Ah, I was beginning to wonder when you'd show up."

"I didn't expect to be awaited, but I can't say I'm surprised," the man, who Johanna found rather handsome despite not being her usual type, casually joined her at the bar, gesturing to her glass. "I'll take the same, if you please."

The bartender smirked this time and snapped her fingers to give the man's glass a magical fill of the amber liquid. He raised an eyebrow but made no comment.

Johanna suddenly noticed the girl's pointed ears and exclaimed, "Wow! You're an Elf, aren't you? I always dreamt I'd meet one, never thought I would!"

"I am indeed an Elf," the charming bartender confirmed with a slight smile, "We've actually met before; you even gave me this," she continued, displaying the crystal pendant hanging from her neck. "But it's no surprise you don't recognize me now. We're in a shared dream, and Hob never met me even though we shared another dream recently. People here often call me Nuala the Fairy, but please, just call me Nuala," she added, extending her hand.

"Nuala, Nuala... that name does sound familiar," Johanna replied. "I'm Johanna Constantine, a demon hunter, but you can call me Jo. You already know that, I assume." Johanna shook Nuala's hand, finding it as soft and warm as Nuala's smile. She couldn't help but notice once again how strikingly beautiful her dream friend was. It struck her with a pang of longing that Nuala reminded her of Rachel, the woman who had lost her sanity and life because of her.

The man shook both women's hands and introduced himself with a strong British accent. "Nice to meet you both. I'm Hob Gadling, I mean Rob! Wait… Just call me Hob. What can I say about myself? I'm nothing special."

"You may be human, but you're also immortal! I'd say that makes you pretty special," Nuala wisely pointed out.

Hob began to ask how Nuala knew about his immortality but stopped mid-sentence when he saw Nuala's lips curl into a mischievous smirk. He and Johanna exchanged knowing glances, realizing that questioning Nuala was futile.

Johanna took another generous sip of bourbon and grumbled, "A Faery Elf, an immortal, two Brits in an empty pub in Boston... Of course, it couldn't be real. Oh well, it's still better than my usual nightmares, I suppose."

"Dreams are quite real," Nuala gently corrected. "Just because we're not in the Waking World doesn't mean the moments we live here aren't real. But I sense you already understand that."

"Yeah, and no offense, but you sound a bit too much like a guy I used to know. Correction: an anthropomorphic personification of a man I used to know. Whatever. He's gone. I sort of... killed him," Johanna mumbled.

"I know you believe you did, but rest assured that you didn't kill him any more than I did," Nuala responded, her smile fading as sadness overtook her. Hob, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, appeared almost on the verge of tears as he added,

"Or more than I did."

Bewildered, Johanna looked at her two companions. "So, this is about him, huh? We're all here because of Morpheus! At first, I thought I was the one dreaming of you two, but it seems we're all sharing the same dream at the same time, aren't we? But why?" She asked Nuala abruptly. The faerie simply shrugged.

"Not long after he passed away, I had a dream where I saw him. Morpheus," Hob chimed in. "You know, it took this guy more than six hundred years to finally give me one of his names. I heard he had plenty. Anyway, I thought it was just a dream, but now I'm beginning to think he's the one who's playing tricks on me and on you. For some reason, he wants us to meet."

"He's dead," Johanna stated coldly. "I remember. I was at his funeral, met his exes, and we talked about him. It's all very bizarre." She took another sip of her bourbon, which was quickly mirrored by Hob.

"The three of us were indeed at his funeral; we just didn't have the chance to meet until now, which is rather curious, come to think of it. But Dream is an Endless, he can't truly die. Morpheus may be gone, but he was just one facet of Dream... Lady Johanna," Nuala explained, a hint of sadness in her smile. The way Nuala addressed her triggered a sudden realization in Johanna.

"God, I recognize you, Nuala! Of course! You lived in the castle, and you even cleaned my room. I remember giving you my pendant because you were so kind to me. I'm delighted to see you again!" Johanna exclaimed.

"I'm glad you girls are reunited, but it still doesn't answer why I'm in this dream. I don't know either of you. What's the purpose of all this?" Hob inquired, growing a bit impatient.

"Should there always be an explanation for our dreams? I thought it was quite the opposite," Nuala wisely observed. "I don't think we're here for a specific reason, except perhaps to remember Morpheus one last time," she suggested.

"What a condescending prick he was," Johanna groaned before downing the rest of her drink in one go. She stared at the wall behind Nuala, her brown eyes brimming with profound sadness.

Nuala couldn't help but giggle. After leaving Faerie with nowhere to go, she had wandered for weeks until her lonely footsteps led her to the Mundane world of humans. It took time to adjust to a world devoid of magic, but she grew fond of its strange inhabitants and, in the case of humans like Johanna, their brutal honesty.

"It's not wrong," Hob admitted with an amused tone. "He was cold, distant, and often rude, but I still enjoyed his occasional visits. Before he passed, we saw each other more frequently, and we even... shared a moment after he found me at the White Horse."

"You can say you fucked him, Hob. Nobody's going to judge you," Johanna quipped.

"At least one of us might be jealous," Nuala whispered with a faded smile.

"Yeah, I get that," Hob chuckled. "For a while, I thought maybe we were meant to be more than friends. I seriously considered it. But he was so reclusive! I found out he had a son at his funeral, for God's sake. In the end, it didn't work out for me. Long story short, we didn't want the same things. It's a shame, because he was the only one with whom I could share six hundred years of personal history, and I still miss him for that. All the people I loved… They all died without knowing who I really was. My girlfriend, Gwen... She's fantastic, fabulous even. I don't know how I still find it in me to fall in love with people who I know will die eventually," he chuckled briefly, then his face become serious as he whispered, "Maybe I should tell her. Tell her everything. She won't believe me, nobody ever does, and she'll hate me after she knows what I did for sure, but she deserves to know the truth, I know. Morpheus was the only one who knew, and now he's gone as well. Maybe I should tell her..."

Johanna, who had been listening attentively, nodded and shared, "After Morpheus got his sand back, I didn't think I'd ever see him again." As she spoke, vivid memories of a rainy London night flashed before her eyes – the intensity of his blue stare, his otherworldly beauty, and the unsettling feeling that he could see right through her soul. She realized, though it was unclear how, that Nuala and Hob perceived those memories with the same clarity. A bit flustered, she continued, "I hate to admit it, but my attraction to him was immediate and all-encompassing, and I knew he felt the same. He told me I would stop having nightmares, and he kept his promise. When he visited me one night, I thought he wanted another service and told him, 'Screw you! Leave me alone, let me sleep!' But he came back the following night, saying he just wanted to talk." She sighed and continued, "'Turned out we had a lot more in common than I thought. He knew that, it’s why he came to me. He was used to giving orders, but he knew that wouldn't fly with me. His natural authority was quite arousing, but I wasn't afraid of him, and I spoke my mind. He liked that about me. We were both stubborn and passionate, and the moment he touched me, I felt he would fucking ruin my life and I would do the same to his, but that didn't stop us."

Nuala confessed, "I never got to know him as intimately as you did, and I wish I had. Hearing your story, I think I understand a dream I had shortly after he passed away better. I had just left Faery with nothing but my regrets and no idea of what to do next. I felt incredibly lonely. Morpheus appeared to me and said that in different circumstances, we might have been very happy together, but he had nothing left to offer me, and one day, I would be thankful he never considered me in that way. I woke up thinking it was just a dream and that I was fooling myself, but now I realize it might not have been just a dream. It was really him, right?" She looked inquisitively at her new friends, hoping they might have an answer, but they were all equally uncertain.

"Maybe it was him... maybe it was a dream sent to us by the new Dream, who knows. He appeared one last time in my dreams and said he didn't hold a grudge for what I did, but there's no way it was real," Johanna responded with a hint of bitterness. "You know what Joan Crawford said about love? 'Love is a fire. But whether it's going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.' And she sure knew what she was talking about! I still don't think it was really love that I felt for Morpheus. For a moment, it seemed logical for us to be together, but that's because we both messed up everything good in our lives and disappointed everyone who cared for us. Of course, it wasn't that clear in my head at the time. I was so confused about everything then.

"I remember, when I was in Rachel's apartment the last time I saw her, I hallucinated her... She was alive, just as beautiful and vibrant as she was in my memories, and she had been told that I was a selfish, ruthless coward who ruined everything I touched. It was painful to hear, but it was also the truth, you know? It was my hallucination, but it was caused by his stupid sand. Now that I'm here, I can't shake the feeling that this whole conversation was as much about him as it was about me. Does that make any sense?" Johanna questioned.

"Yes, it does," Nuala and Hob replied simultaneously.

"Morpheus didn't think he was worthy of love because he failed his son," Nuala murmured, overwhelmed by a wave of emotions. "Deep down, I believe he never forgave himself for abandoning Orpheus when he needed him most. Then he had to end Orpheus's life with his own hands. How do you ever recover from that?"

Johanna nodded, her voice carrying a heavy burden of guilt. "I've never forgiven myself for losing Astra, even if it's not something I would admit outside of a dream. Astra wasn't my daughter, but I was like a mother to her. She trusted me to protect her, and she died, and it was all my fault. I didn't pull the trigger, but it felt as if I had. It still does... Morpheus merely made the nightmares go away. For a while, I had this small glimmer of hope that maybe we could heal together, but it was barely a band aid. After a while, when I looked at him, it was like staring into a mirror, and I didn't like what I saw. He probably felt the same! That's why I waited for hours for him to come, eyes wide open, but he was too busy working or so he said... My exes would say he made me taste my own medicine," she let out a wry chuckle and confessed, "they wouldn't be wrong."

"I didn't know the entire story of Morpheus and Orpheus when I was brought into the Dreaming by my brother - who hadn't bothered to warn me I was Titania's gift and might never return to Faery," Nuala began. "I had no opinion on the King of Dreams because I didn't know him at all. There were whispers that he had an affair with Titania eons ago and that he was very cold and distant in his speech. But I had no interest in gossip back then; I simply lived my life... I was known as the Ice Maiden. I was considered one of the most beautiful fairies at the Seelie court, can you believe that?"

"I absolutely can! The more I look at you, the more I regret that we're in a dream. If it were real life, I'd be asking for your number because you are incredibly beautiful," Johanna admitted, taking a deep breath, her gaze dropping down to Nuala's lips. The fae blushed and giggled, her charm only growing stronger in Johanna's eyes.

"Beauty in Faery is so crucial that for a long time, I was convinced that when Morpheus removed my glamor, he had made me ugly. It took me a while to realize what a tremendous favor he had actually done for me. I was finally allowed to reveal my true self completely. It's not that I wasn't truly the Ice Maiden; I will always be the Ice Maiden. But in Faery, that's the only role I could play. No one cared to know the real me, Nuala. I understand why you say that Morpheus wasn't always a good person, and I'm not saying these words aren't true, but it's not how I want to remember him. He was always considerate with me, never asking anything of me, even though he had every right to, given that I was gifted to him. Before I left his realm, he granted me a boon and told me I could use it to summon him whenever I wished. He kept his word, even though it put him and the Dreaming in great danger. I wanted to help him, but…”

Nuala paused to wipe away a few tears from her eyes and continued,

"I don't think anyone could have helped him at that point. I confronted him, told him he wanted to be punished for what he did to his son, and he didn't even attempt to deny it."

Hob muttered, "I can't believe I'll never see him again. He was the only constant in my life, you know? I could be honest with him about what I was and the life I led. He saw me at my worst and still," Hob paused, chuckled, and went on, "put up with me! Knowing him... it changed me, and not just because he and his sister, Death, made me an immortal. He opened my eyes to some of my wrongdoings. I know I owe him years of terrible nightmares, but I'm grateful he did that because, in doing so, he made me a better person, I hope! Not that there's anything I could do to cleanse my conscience and receive absolution for all the suffering I caused out of greed. But at least I stopped seeing people solely for what they could do for me."

Hob's eyes welled up with tears, and he couldn't hold them back any longer. "He helped me see through my bullshit, but when it was time to help him, I failed him. He visited me shortly after Audrey's death, probably because he needed a friend to talk to. But what did I do? I made it all about me, about my grief! I asked him to... something impossible, I was delusional! When I realized he was in profound pain too, it was too late. At first, I thought maybe I had hurt him by talking about a woman I loved, but when I attended his funeral, I understood. It was so much deeper than that! Maybe I could have helped him find another way out, maybe I could have prevented his death! But I made it all about myself because I'm a selfish jerk... always have been..." Unable to finish his sentence, Hob broke down in tears.

"When I heard he was in trouble, I used the boon he had given me to call him. I foolishly thought I could help, but what could a little elf like me have done? He told me it wasn't a good time, but I insisted, so he left the Dreaming to visit me. Later on, I hated myself for being so selfish then. I wanted him to run away with me. I even asked him to love me in return as a boon!" Nuala swallowed hard and shook her head. "If I hadn't called him, maybe he would have had more time to resolve things with The Kindly Ones without having to die to protect his realm... Lucienne kept telling me it wasn't my fault, and I know she's right, but deep inside, there's always this voice whispering, 'it's your fault, Nuala, your fault...'." She, too, began to cry and covered her face with her hands.

"Oh shut up, you two... None of you are to blame. If anyone must shoulder the blame, it's me! Don't you understand? I'm the one The Kindly Ones called upon to protect Lyta from Morpheus. They told me she was in danger because she had requested them to kill him. They said he had taken her son away from her, and that her son was dead because of him. This poor woman was desperate and had nearly lost her mind. I couldn't let him harm her! I know what it's like to lose a child you care about, and I was angry at Morpheus because he knew it too, yet had done all these things to her! I had the power to protect her, to place her in a magic circle so he couldn't touch her, and so I did it," Johanna confessed.

Her hands gripping the wooden bar, she continued, tears still held back,

"I can't deny I was still bitter about the way our affair had ended, and I wanted to hurt him. When he came for Lyta, I said a ton of hurtful things that I now regret. I refused to give the woman to him, so he left after an empty conversation. Apparently, he had been informed that this meeting would take place, likely by his brother Destiny. I had no idea things were that dire. I swear to God that if I had known he had no other way to get out of this mess, I wouldn't have helped Lyta, or I would have tried to make a different deal with The Kindly Ones, I don't know!" As she spoke, Johanna's emotions finally overwhelmed her, and her tears flowed freely.

Nuala stepped out from behind the bar and embraced Johanna, both women still sobbing uncontrollably. Hob joined them, wrapping his arms around them. In a tender embrace, they let it all out. No more words were spoken, just the three of them, crying together. If it had been the Waking World, and if someone had entered the Green Dragon Pub at that moment, they would have assumed a catastrophe had occurred. But it was a dream, a very realistic one, and it was a relief to finally mourn the man they had all loved in their own unique ways and to release all the repressed emotions. They were three different people dreaming at the same time, yet their minds and hearts were connected as they shared the same dream. The pain was real, but it felt good to share it with people who felt the same loss. Morpheus had changed them all. When they’d awoke, they would have to navigate through their lives, finding their way through the darkness that shadowed their paths. Maybe they would try to find each other in the Waking World. But for now, and until the dream ended, they were together, and that was all that mattered.

There was nothing any of them could have done to prevent Morpheus's death, and they all knew it. Morpheus had embraced his sister Death when she had come to take him. He had sought a way out, but he didn't believe he could change. He wanted his realm and his subjects to remain safe, but they wouldn't be as long as he was alive because he saw no redemption for himself, or so he believed.

At his funeral, they had witnessed his lifeless body transform into a shining star. Maybe he will shine above us for the rest of time, guiding our steps. Or maybe he will finally get to become… Something else.

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I know you have a little life in you yet I know you have a lot of strength left I know you have a little life in you yet I know you have a lot of strength left I should be crying but I just can't let it show I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking Of all the things I should've said That I never said All the things we should've done Though we never did All the things I should've given But I didn't Oh, darling, make it go Make it go away Give me these moments back Give them back to me Give me that little kiss Give me your hand I know you have a little life in you yet I know you have a lot of strength left I know you have a little life in you yet I know you have a lot of strength left I should be crying but I just can't let it show I should be hoping but I can't stop thinking Of all the things we should've said That we never said All the things we should've done Though we never did All the things that you needed from me All the things that you wanted for me All the things that I should've given But I didn't Oh, darling, make it go away Just make it go away now Kate Bush - This Woman's Work

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doumekiss · 9 months

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doumekiss 2023 fanfic masterlist

A Song of Ice and Fire

When You Were Young - 3/9 - (Lyanna/Howland)

Beyond Duty - 2/2 (Stannis/Catelyn)

Switched Fates - 4/? (Multiple ships and characters)

I am ash from your fire - oneshot (Elia/Rhaegar)

runs in the family - oneshot (Daenerys)

but I'll see you in my holiest dreams - oneshot (Sansa/Mya)

Be more like the man you were made to be - oneshot (Ned/Ashara)

I Can See You - oneshot (Cersei/Lyanna)

Four Girls Sansa Stark Could Have Loved - oneshot (Multiple pairings)

Adventure Time

ten more minutes - oneshot (Marceline/Bonnibel)

Anne with an E

one single thread of gold tied me to you - oneshot (Diana/Anne)

Boy Meets World

Jump Rope Gazers - oneshot (Eric/Jack)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

2 A.M. - oneshot (Buffy/Faith)

Community

Holding Hands at Disneyland - oneshot (Annie/Jeff)

Chrestomanci

The Art of Saying Goodbye - oneshot (Conrad/Christopher)

Discworld

A Missed Oportunity - oneshot (Vimes/Vetinari)

Doctor Who

Placebo - 2/2 (Rory/11th Doctor)

Baby It's You - oneshot (Barbara/Ian)

Dungeon Meshi

Oh...oh no - oneshot (Laios/Kabru)

Fairy Tales

I’m not a queen, I am a woman take my hand - oneshot (Aurora/Snow White)

Father Ted

Priests Do Not Feel Jealousy - oneshot (Ted/Dougal)

Gilmore Girls

I no longer feel I have to be James Dean - oneshot (Rory/Jess)

Good Omens

Practicing Gratitude (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Gossip Girl

after all that we've been through I know we're cool - oneshot (Nate & Blair)

Greek Mythology

he is not midas (you have always been golden) - oneshot (Ariadne/Dyonisus)

Most Beloved - oneshot (Penelope/Odysseus)

I Know love is mean - oneshot (Aphrodite/Helen)

Hawkeye

I look up at the gaps of sunlight (I miss you more than anything) - 2/2 (Clint/Kate)

How I Met Your Mother

The Canine Excuse - oneshot (Robin/Barney)

Invader Zim

Hot Chocolate - oneshot (Dib & Zim)

just like heaven - oneshot (Richie/Eddie)

He is with You - oneshot (Bill & Mike)

Kobayashi-san Chi No Dragon Maid

Lingerie - oneshot (Tohru/Kobayashi)

Managing Expectations - oneshot (Fafnir/Takiya)

Just a Cold - oneshot (Tohru/Kobayashi)

Maleficent

The Beauty of Shadows - oneshot (Maleficent/Aurora)

Mob Psycho 100

I could even learn how to love like you - oneshot (Mob & Reigen)

Mean Girls

Come as you are - oneshot (Janis & Regina)

Merlin

Are we out of the woods yet? - oneshot (Morgana/Gwen)

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Inside your head - 33/? (Dokja/Joonghyuk)

Oshibudo

Private Message - oneshot (Maina/Eripiyo)

Princess Tutu

Fairytale Logic - oneshot (Ahiru/Fakir)

Ranma 1/2

When a Curse Stops Being a Curse - oneshot (Ranma/Akane)

Red Dwarf

comfortable thoughts - oneshot (Rimmer/Lister)

frankenstein - oneshot (Rimmer/Lister + Frankie)

mutual benefit - oneshot (Rimmer/Lister)

Seraphina

Positive Reinforcement - oneshot (Seraphina/Glisselda)

Stardew Valley

Happy Wife, Happy Life - oneshot (Haley/F!Farmer)

Stargate Atlantis

The Kirk Routine - oneshot (John/Rodney)

Star Trek : Lower Decks

hits different 'cause it's you - oneshot (Mariner/Boimler)

Star Trek: Voyager

James T. Kirk is Not Trying to Steal Your Boyfriend - oneshot (Icheb/Q Junior)

Succession

love is a losing game - oneshot (Roman/Gerri)

Supernatural

girl in the war - oneshot (Charlie/Jo)

the altar is my hips - oneshot (Dean/Castiel)

Dean Winchester’s Amazing Transparent Closet - oneshot (Sam & Dean, Castiel/Dean)

The Breakfast Club

Pretty in Black - oneshot (Allison/Andrew)

The Goldfinch

loving him was red - oneshot (Boris/Theo)

The Locked Tomb

About Last Night... -1/? (Gideon/Harrow)

The Mighty Boosh

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble - oneshot (Vince/Howard)

Let's Buy a Zoo - oneshot (Vince/Howard)

The Office

I know who I want to take me home - oneshot (Oscar/Andy)

xxxHolic

love is natural and real (but not for such as you and I, my love) - oneshot (Doumeki/Watanuki, Doumeki/Kohane)

A Kinder Life - 4/? (Watanuki & Sakura & Syaoran & Touya, Doumeki/Watanuki)

For Good Luck - oneshot (Doumeki/Watanuki)

Yellowjackets

first love/late spring - oneshot (Taissa/Van)

Lady Lazarus - oneshot (Lottie/Laura)

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I was only gonna post this at the end of the year but I think it might be best to just keep it pinned and updating as I post

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the-universe-in-our-mind · 8 months

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FLUFFTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

1. “I’ve got you”: Nate x Alizée

2. Family, Friends, Loved Ones: Maïa x Felix x Rime (+ Anisa and Sage)

3. “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”: Eleanor x Haley

4. Cinderella Moment: Isa and Priscilla

5. x + 1 : Darla x Reyner

6. Corn Maze: Abby x Karen (+Alizée, Nate and the whole gang)

7. Porch Swing: Mai x Lea

8. Alt 3: Wearing Each Other’s Clothes: Diana x Maeve

9. Annoyances at first sight: Aurren x Caleb

10. Love of my Life: Aislin x Ella

11. Sweet Tooth: Cameron x Sam

12. Fire & Ice: Amy x Rosalyn

13. Wrong place, wrong time: Evan x Xiao

14. “I hate it” - “No, you don’t”: Dean x Zeph

15. Alt 4: Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights: Aislin x Ella

16. Singing one another to sleep: Kora x Martha

17. Encouraging someone to achieve a goal: Nate x Alizée

18. “Did you plan for this to happen?”: Eira x Asra

19. Keeping someone safe: Nora x Lorcan

20. Pumpkin: Isa x Amber

21. Swoon: Lilly x Elliott

22. Picking: Hazel x Celestia

23. Trinket: River x Seb

24. [melting emoji] (🫠): Leo x Alex

25. Nook: Nora x Lorcan

26. Fireplace: Florian x Casey

27. Outdoor Event: Darla x Reyner

28. Soothing Touch: Logan x Felicia

29. “Hey, wake up!”: Aurren x Caleb

30. Alt 1: Hot Chocolate: Abby & Ally

31. Dreams Do Come True: Aislin x Ella

#masterlist #flufftober2023 #flufftober #original character #stardew valley #marvel #potion permit #last legacy

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081098 · 1 year

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sdv gifting

Listing this out for my own reference! My approach to gifting is to prioritize gifts that I don’t need to go out of my way to get. Basically I prefer using gifts I get while mining, whether it’s gems or enemy drops. My next go-to is forage items.

Bolded items are my preferred gifts Starred items (*) means that I use higher quality gifts when possible

Gems/Mines Items

Amethyst: Abigail, Clint, Dwarf, Emily

Diamond: Evelyn, Gus, Maru, Penny, Jodi, Krobus, Willy

Frozen Tear: Sebastian

Crab Cakes: Elliott

Miner’s Treat: Maru (Mummies)

Void Essence/Solar Essence: Wizard

Forage

Coconut*: Haley, Linus

Cactus Fruit*: Sam

Daisy/Sweet Pea/Crocus*: Sandy

Grapes*: Vincent

Leek*: George

Purple Mushroom*: Wizard

Wild Horseradish*: Krobus

Saloon/Store items

Beer: Shane, Pam

Cranberry Candy: Vincent (Gus on Ginger Island)

Coffee: Harvey

Crab Cakes: Elliott (Available after Willy’s 6-heart scene)

Ice Cream: Demetrius (Ice cream cart)

Miner’s Treat: Maru (Can buy from the Dwarf)

Pizza: Sam, Shane

Roots Platter: Penny (Volcano Dwarf, 50% daily chance)

Salad: Leah

Spaghetti: Robin

Super Meal: Harvey (Volcano Dwarf, 50% daily chance)

Crops/Fruit trees

Cauliflower*: Maru

Fairy Rose*: Jas

Hot Pepper*: Lewis, Shane

Mango*: Leo

Melon*: Penny

Orange*: Gus

Parsnip*: Pam

Peach*: Robin

Pomegranate*: Elliott

Poppy*: Penny

Pumpkin*: Abigail, Krobus, Willy

Strawberry*: Demetrius, Maru

Summer Spangle*: Caroline

Sunflower*: Haley

Tulip*: Evelyn

Cooked Foods*

Generally I don’t bother cooking meals for NPCs, but it's sometimes more convenient than waiting for crops to grow (looking at you Jas and your stupid Fairy Roses. Easier to keep a few plums in the fridge). Most of these are things you might get from treasure rooms or crates. *Use Qi Seasoning for gold-quality cooked foods*

Autumn’s Bounty: Lewis

Bean Hotpot: Demetrius, Emily

Complete Breakfast/Salmon Dinner: Alex (Fuck this guy tbh)

Dish of the Sea: Linus

Farmer’s Lunch: Marnie

Fiddlehead Risotto/Roasted Hazelnuts: Kent

Fish Taco: Caroline, Gus

Fried Calamari: Pierre (Fuck this guy too)

Fried Mushroom: George

Ginger Ale: Vincent

Glazed Yams: Lewis, Pam

Pancakes: Jodi

Parsnip Soup: Pam

Plum Pudding: Jas

Pink Cake: Haley, Jas, Marnie, Vincent

Rhubarb Pie: Jodi, Maru

Roots Platter: Penny

Super Meal: Harvey

Vegetable Medley: Jodi, Leah, Lewis

Animal Products/Artisan Goods

Duck Feather*: Elliott, Leo

Goat Cheese*: Robin, Leah

Green Tea: Caroline, Lewis

Rabbit’s Feet*: I save these for Alex, Jas, Kent, and Pierre

Wine*: Harvey, Leah

Fish

Super Cucumber*: Wizard

Sea Cucumber*: Willy

#stardew valley #sdv #op #long post

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olivinesea · 3 years

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Oooh fun! Okay, do you have any headcannons or thoughts on a dyslexic Hotch? I feel like I never see dyslexia with any characters really, and I like the idea of him with it. And if you do and you want to write something about it, a dyslexic Hotch with the team (and them being the supportive and protective family they are?) Thank you! ❤️

I hope you have fun, wherever/whatever you’re doing!!

I love this so much!! Thank you :) okay I don’t have much personal experience with dyslexia so hopefully I get this decently accurate. The biggest thing that surprised me when I was doing a quick search is that it isn’t actually a matter of reading words or letters backwards? It’s more an inability to connect letters to the appropriate sounds or to break words up into component parts; a general phonological awareness struggle.

So, as with many things, it seems to me to be a matter of slowing down, learning at your own pace. This ties in nicely with so many of my other Hotch thoughts, I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it before. Idk what this is, it’s neither headcanon nor proper story but hopefully it’s something like what you were looking for:

When he’s a kid he gets called a slow learner due to his undiagnosed dyslexia. It was much less common to get that kind of diagnosis back then in general and I am sure his dad would have hated the idea of his son needing any kind of extra help. So he’s slow to speak, slow to learn how to read, has difficulty with numbers, absolutely hates being called on to read out loud because it’s actual torture and the other kids have no hesitation about laughing at him. So he becomes withdrawn, labeled a “bad kid,” stops trying because, fuck it, he never gets any kind of support, who cares right? It’s always a fight at home, he starts hiding his work, lying about his grades. This works for awhile bc his parents are distracted by other things. His problems are much bigger than grades by the time they do notice.

However, while he hates school and the way people talk about him and his struggles, like he isn’t even there, he discovers that he doesn’t hate learning. There’s a small library in town where he found he could hide out, no one bothering him for hours if he just sat still for with a book open. He was good at sitting still, at being invisible. But eventually a librarian notices that he’s always got the same book open, some sort of technical manual, that he is rarely turning the pages. She asks him if he likes what he’s reading. He’s just alarmed to be spoken to, afraid that being noticed means he will soon no longer have this sanctuary. He nods and tries to bluff his way through but it’s obvious he hasn’t read it, despite having looked at it for weeks straight. The librarian doesn’t say anything outright, just lets him be for now.

Next time she sees him she brings him a different book, a collection of Grimms fairy tales. He wants to complain that it’s for little kids but is too nervous to refuse it. She asks if she can read him her favorite story from it. It’s dark and twisted and fantastical and he can’t help but be drawn in by it. He’s sad when she’s done reading, wants to hear it again, to capture all the details to replay to himself later. She shows him where it starts, encourages him to read it himself. He doesn’t look at her bc he doesn’t want her to see how upset he is by that, already frustrated by the anticipation that he won’t be able to get through it. But she stays with him, helping him where he gets stuck, asking him questions about the story, making sure it’s making sense to him.

They slowly work their way through the whole collection over the course of months. They spend days on each story, repeating it until he’s confident, she never makes him feel like he’s taking too long or wasting her time. Sometimes has to reread a section multiple times, gets hung up on the language rather than the story but it’s okay, she gives him a notebook to copy down parts that spin too loudly in his mind, saving them and also releasing him from their hold so he can move forward. She lets him keep the book, tells him it was too old to stay in circulation anyway, they had a new copy on order already. She’s the first person who was patient with him, that showed him he could do it, he just needed a little more time, a little more practice than other kids.

In college this is part of why he spends so much time at the library. Part of it is his natural inclination to overwork himself, push until he’s given more than he can in hopes that it might be almost enough. He knows he’s never been enough, why would that change just because he’s in a new place? But the other part is he simply needs more time to get through the coursework, to make it through the excessive amounts of reading he’s assigned. Some other students don’t even bother to read but he would never do that, he makes sure that he not only reads every chapter assigned but he reads it again, takes notes, highlights, annotates, does everything in his power to be prepared. Sure he might work himself to the point of exhaustion, to the point where he makes himself sick (though he’ll try to deny that too) but he’s never caught trying to read something while others wait for his answer, the letters and sounds meaningless, slipping away from him faster the more eyes he feels turn towards him, wondering what could be taking so long. No one ever gets the chance to laugh at him for being slow in college, he never allows them to see that side of him.

As an adult, the leader of the BAU, he’s too well respected for anyone to dare laugh at him but he still hates feeling unprepared. This ends up looking like long nights in the office, reviewing case files to the point of memorization, so that he won’t have to read any of it in front of his team. He can if he has to, he’s developed skills over the years, ways to calm the panic that only makes it harder, can fake it well enough that no one would really notice. Until one day, distracted by a migraine and the fallout of some fight with Haley, he gets stuck. He can’t remember something and he tries to read the sentence that has the information but the stupid word just won’t resolve into sounds that make sense and he just stops talking. He’s glaring at the form like it might catch fire. No one says anything for a moment while he tries to refocus, tries to work around echoes of laughter, decades long past but always ready to jump out at him if he lets his guard down, allows a mistake, a tired moment to derail the image of perfect competence that he’s built around himself. Penelope jumps in, finishing the thought, completing the list of traits shared by the victims. He forces himself to smile at her because he really is grateful, it wasn’t her fault. She scrunches her nose at him, dismissing his silent thanks with a toss of her head. It was nothing, everyone needs a little assist now and then.

No one brings it up and he doubles his efforts not to let anyone see. But he’s so tired on the plane coming back from a case, he’s been staring the same forms for an hour at least. He can feel his ears turning red with frustration. There’s really no reason he has to do this now but the fact that his mind is refusing, almost seems to be teasing him, makes him dig in harder. Emily sits down opposite him, pulling the folder away without asking. He’s about to say something sharp, something he’ll regret saying to her when he really means it for himself, but the expression on her face is so odd, smiling with a frown between her eyebrows. It isn’t pity, she respects him far too much, but there is curiosity and something else, something soft.

“Drink with me.” She slides him a glass and they don’t talk, just look out the window, look at the light playing off the ice in their glasses. He doesn’t see the file again until it appears on his desk, every form neatly filled out, the places needing his signature flagged. All but the last spot, where she’s signed his name eerily perfectly, difficult for even him to see that it’s not his own. Just so he knows she can if she wants to. Equal parts offer and threat.

Penelope and Reid start a book club. Derek joins right away. Emily rolls her eyes when she’s invited, muttering something about spending her free time on more work but they know she will join. Rossi flat out refuses to read the books but offers his house for meetings. Hotch hesitates, wanting to say yes but nervous to commit to an activity like that. He loves books, loves to talk about books. He doesn’t love a time limit on books.

The next time they have to drive to a case, Derek puts on a copy of the audiobook. It’s the first time they make it to a destination without any bickering from the backseat. They don’t get through the whole thing but later he finds a copy of the audiobook on his desk, complete with a disc player and headphones.

A different month, Reid tells him about how his mother always used to read him books and somehow finesses an offer to read to Hotch without him even realizing he’s accepted it. So Spencer comes in to Hotch’s office on lunch breaks occasionally and reads to him whatever the book of the month is. He loves it, remembering the first person who read to him, how shocked he’d been to be treated with patience, with understanding and wondering how he got so lucky to be surrounded by people like her, so ready to support him, wanting him there with them rather than off alone, uselessly fighting with himself to prove his self sufficiency over some uncooperative letters.

Okay, that was so much more than I was planning on but here we are. I hope you liked it and thank you SO much for the idea. If you ever have any others you want to share I am totally here for it. :)

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thetimelordbatgirl · 3 years

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Given up until this point with the owl house inspired AUs me and my friend, @disneyfan50 , have on our stories, we have not mentioned the Raine’s of the AUs or the Principle Bumps, they’ll be listed here in the AUs published here up until this point, and will be listed alongside other characters in future AUs. Characters under read more.

The Raine’s of the AUs:

Beast House: G.J Legume- Royal’s best friend- is leader of the small rebellion in the emperor’s coven while being the new head of the Construction Coven. Dragon House: Koroun Kovu- Lily’s friend- is leader of the small rebellion in the emperor’s coven while being the new head of the Combat Coven. Raven House: Jayla Del’Tazar- Locket’s former lover, may still like each other- is leader of small rebellion in the emperor’s coven while being the new head of the Beast Keeping Coven. Light House: Erian Atliu- Lia’s best friend- is leader of the small rebellion within the Empress coven while being the new head of the Potions coven. Phoenix House: Layla Williams- Haley’s former lover who she still has feelings for- is leader of the small rebellion in the lord’s coven while being the new head of the Plant Coven. Demon House: Liliana ‘Lia’ La Valle- Balthazar’s and Locket’s younger sister- is leader of small rebellion within the Empress coven while being the new head of the Bard Coven. Chimera House: Royal Mercier- Nik’s best friend- is the leader of a small rebellion within the Empress coven while being the new head of the Beast Keeping Coven. Cursed House: Ben Mercier- Nara’s twin brother- is the leader of the small rebellion within the empress coven while being the new head of the Beast Keeping Coven. Chaos House: Dea Bjornsdottir- Loki’s former lover who he still has some feelings for- is the leader of the small rebellion within the empress coven while being the new head of the Healing Coven. Wolf House: Lily Page- a friend of the Enchantress’- is the leader of a small rebellion within the emperor’s coven while being the new head of the Abomination Coven. Snake House: Mary Jane ‘M.J’ Watson- a friend of Lexi’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the empress’ coven while being the new head of the Illusionist Coven. Cobra House: Audrey Rose- a friend of Aza’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the empress’ coven while being the new head of the Bard Coven. Banished House: Maleficent ‘Mal’ Fae- Bianca’s former lover who she may have feelings for still- is the leader of a small rebellion within the emperor’s coven while being the new head of the Abomination Coven. Leopard House: Annabeth Chase- a friend of Maddie’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the emperor’s coven while being the new head of the Automation’s Coven. Magic House: Amanda Lockheart- a friend of Aria’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the emperess coven while being the new head off the Plant Coven. Grymn’s House: Bastian Astaire- a friend of Carly’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the emperor’s coven while being the new head off the Plant Coven. Clockwork House: Captain Amelia Smollett- a friend of Jim’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the empress coven while being the new head off the Beast Keeping Coven. Flower House: Cora Sorenson- a friend of Dea’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the emperor’s coven while being the new head off the Healing Coven. Warriors House: Locket La Valle- Jayla’s former lover who she still has feelings for- is the leader of a small rebellion within the empress’s coven while being the new head off the Illusionist Coven. Thunder House: Ben Beast- a friend of Henry’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the empress coven while being the new head off the Beast Keeping Coven. Mirror House: Evie Grimhilde- a friend of Ben’s- is the leader of a small rebellion within the empress coven while being the new head off the Illusionist Coven. Thieves House: Lily La Valle- Jay’s lover who he still has feelings for- is the leader of a small rebellion within the emperor’s coven while being the new head off the Ice Coven. Ember House: Nephele Olympia- Hades’ former lover who he still has feelings for- is the leader of a small rebellion within the lord’s coven while being the new head off the Bard Coven. Rose House: Minnie Mim- Adam’s former lover who he still has feelings for- leader of the small rebellion within the emperor’s coven while being the new head off the Oracle Coven. Yaqal House: Kaimayas Atliu- a friend of Ayesha’s- leader of the small rebellion within the Empress coven while being the new head off the Abomination Coven. Hummingbird House: Fabian Terry- Aidan’s former lover who he still has feelings for- is the leader off the rebellion within the King’s coven while being the new head off the Illusionist Coven.

The Principle Bump’s:

Beast House: Fairy Godmother- in Oracle Coven. Dragon House: Haidos- in Fire Coven. Raven House: James Fury- in Potions Coven. Light House: Principle Fairchild- in Oracle Coven. Phoenix House: Principle Powers- in Illusionist Coven. Demon House: Nick Fury- in Potions Coven. Chimera House: Fairy Godmother- in Oracle Coven. Cursed House: Maurice- in Abomination Coven. Chaos House: Heimdall- in Abmonation Coven. Wolf House: Regina- in Potions Coven. Snake House: Nick Fury- in Potions Coven. Cobra House: The Genie- in Abomination Coven. Banished House: Evil Fairy Godmother- in Oracle Coven. Leopard House: Chiron- in Plant Coven. Magic House: Wayne- in Illusionist Coven. Grymn’s House: Siofia- In Beast Keeping Coven. Clockwork House: John Silver- in Abomination Coven. Flower House: Fandral- in Construction Coven. Warriors House: Haidos- in Fire Coven. Thunder House: Heimdall- in Potions Coven. Mirror House: Fairy Godmother- in Oracle Coven. Thieves House: Haidos- in Fire Coven. Ember House: Mary- in Illusionist Coven. Rose House: Nikolas ‘Nik’ Goodwin- in Illusionist Coven. Yaqal House: John Silver- in Abomination Coven. Hummingbird House: Nick Fury- in Construction Coven.

#megan's fanfiction #dani's fanfiction #alternate universes #OCs #too many AUs to list

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lettingmydreamsspeak · 4 years

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The Heart Knows Best: Part II

Summary: After their brief encounter in the park, both Y/n and Chris struggle to figure out what they are feeling. This is a continuation of The Heart Knows Best: Part I

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: approx. 1800

A/N: Thank again to all that read part one! I was feeling inspired by a song for part two. If you haven’t heard “I Don’t Wanna Know” by GOLDHOUSE & Mokita, have a listen to it, as it plays an important part in the story. Again, I am open to any feedback. I hope you enjoy Part II!

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Your eyes slowly open to the view of the umbrella propped up in the corner. It hasn’t moved since you placed it there to dry the day before. It’s as if it is haunting you. Images flashed in your mind of the rain drops that fell upon his head and slowly trailed down his face, before he put his hood up. Even though the skies darkened, his blue eyes still hypnotized you. As your hand touched his, the electricity that flowed through your body, causing your heart to skip. This is a feeling that you won’t forget any time soon. It didn’t haunt you, it invigorated you.

You could re-live every moment. It’s like a movie replaying through your mind, scene for scene unedited. On any given day you could barely remember what you ate for breakfast, so how was it you could recall every detail from a brief encounter in the park?

“So y/n, you aren’t going to let this infiltrate your life, are you?”

As you laid there staring down that umbrella, your phone kept exploding with notifications steadily rolling in. Your closest friend back home seemingly bombarded your message box, dying to know what has happened to you. It wasn’t until late last night that you had finally messaged her to simply say that you met Chris. Not one more detail was given before you fell asleep, hence the outpouring of concern and genuine intrigue that flooded your notifications. You hesitated to look at the phone, as you really couldn’t put off responding much longer. The phone buzzed yet again. It was time to make the call.

“Please god, tell me you got his number” were the first words out of Haley’s mouth when she answered the call.

“Good morning to you too! And no, I did not get his number. I just own his umbrella now. It will be my lasting memento of the occasion.” You took a picture of the umbrella and sent it to her.

“So what are you going to do about this then?”

“I’m so confused and overwhelmed right now, so most likely nothing! It seems like a great idea to me.”

Haley knew that she needed to push you. You were timid at times, and if it weren’t for Haley, there are some things that would not have happened in your life if she didn’t push you. Going on vacation to New York alone was one of those things.

“Are you going to regret that decision? If you tell me no, you better have a good reason!”

“The answer is no and it is because I come home tonight. There isn’t a better reason. End of discussion.”

“This is not the end of this discussion. I am going to give you some words of advice. You can take it or you can leave it.”

You sat there in silence as you knew you are about hear the advice you should probably take, yet dreaded.

“Age will never be a factor, but you are about to turn 35 and you have big dreams still. Probably bigger dreams than most kids. How much longer do you want these dreams to just be dreams? I’m not expecting you to answer right now, because I have more to say. You are still there, right?”

“I am still here…” as you hold back tears and a shaky voice. You didn’t want her to know your current state of being.

“Okay good. I know you are leaving and the chances of even finding him again are near impossible. I’m not saying that you have to go out and find him, I just don’t want you to give up. Or at least if you do give up, can you do it with little to no regrets?”

“Okay…” you said in hesitance as you wiped away the last of the tears rolling down your cheek.

“I’ll let you go as I know it is you last day, but promise me that starting now, you won’t live with regret?”

“I’ll try my best, fairy godmother!”

“Good! I love ya Y/n! Text me when you get home.”

“Love you too, Hales. Bye!”

As you ended the call, you threw the phone across the bed in frustration. The frustration was with yourself. You felt that you could have handled everything better yesterday. How long could you let this regret linger?

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“Good morning sunshine!”

“Morning Scott.”

“Where are you at? I thought you were coming home last night. Wait a sec…did you hook up with someone?”

“NO! I just needed to finish up some things in the city before heading back. It took a little longer than I expected.” This response to Scott seemed a little less enthusiastic than usual, but Chris wasn’t feeling it this morning.

“Yah, okay…..was there a girl involved in this finishing up things?”

There was silence.

“Are you cutting out, Chris? Can you hear me?”

The silence was strong, as if his connection was cutting out. Instead it was just Chris lost in his thoughts, as images of Y/n ran through his mind.

“HELLLLOOO. Earth to Chris. I really hope you didn’t crash the vehicle.” Scott was growing concerned for his brother.

“Sorry, I am here. I can hear you loud and clear. I kind of got lost in my thoughts. I’m feeling a little off today. Can we chat when I get home?”

Chris was nowhere near ready to chat with his brother and knew that when he arrived home, he didn’t really want to be alone in his thoughts for much longer.

“Sure. By the sounds of it, do you want me to make sure that the beer is fully stocked in your fridge?”

“Maybe check how my whiskey supply is holding up. I might need something stronger.”

“This must be serious. Can you tell me one thing…you aren’t dying are you?”

Even though Scott couldn’t see it, Chris had finally cracked a smile as he let out a brief laugh.

“Don’t worry, I am not dying. To reassure you even more, it is nothing bad…I promise.”

“Okay, good! I’ll see you when you get home then. Later bro.”

“See ya soon.”

Chris was thankful for the close relationship he had with his brother. They are each other’s sounding board when life throws them curve balls. Y/n was the latest curve ball in Chris’ life and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. How is it that an encounter that he had while out for a morning run, could impact his life so much? After he parted ways with Y/n, he replayed every single moment with her. He questioned what he could have done differently. ‘What if’ was the phase of the past 24 hours. Knowing that he needed to drown out his own thoughts, he quickly turned on some music as loud as his ears could handle. A little car dance and sing along never hurt a guy, especially when he knew he had three more hours till he made it home. Just then he started to question his choice of listening to music.

“You looked into my eyes

Your face I memorized

Didn’t say a word but you felt like home”

“Seriously?” he asked himself as he turned the music off as quick as he turned it on, throwing his head back in defeat. “This is going to be a long drive.”

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“Good afternoon, this is your captain speaking. Welcome aboard flight 549 to Vancouver. We are expected to land in approximately 5 hours. Please sit back and enjoy the flight.”

Looking down at your phone and earbuds, you felt a little disappointed that this trip was already done. Manhattan was now out of view from your window seat. You felt even more disappointed when you thought about Chris and the ‘what if’s’ you were leaving behind in that city. It was time to get home though. You had needed a vacation from your vacation. Lucky for you, you sleep well while on the plane, so you would have time to rest up. So long as you had your music to drown out all that was going on around you, things would be fine. With the earbuds in place and the music starting up. The words of the song hit you…

“You looked into my eyes

Your face I memorized

Didn’t say a word but you felt like home”

“Well isn’t that just perfect. Even the music knows how I feel right now.”

“Sorry, were you saying something?” the stranger next to you in the middle seat politely asked.

This question brought you out of a slight daze as you realized you were probably shouting with the earbuds still in your ears. You quickly pull them out, so you didn’t yell at the stranger.

“I am so sorry, I must have said aloud what I was thinking. I apologize.” In embarrassment, you put your headphones back in and curled up against the window, wishing you were invisible as you mumbled under your breath...

“This is going to be a long flight.”

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As Chris parked his vehicle on the front drive, he was greeted by Scott, who was holding two glasses of whiskey on the rocks.

“Welcome home, bro.”

“What are you gonna drink?” as Chris jokingly takes both glasses of whiskey after dropping his luggage on the front step.

“You weren’t lying when you said you might need something stronger.” as he took one glass back from Chris and took a sip from it. “I might need something strong too.”

The brothers both laughed as they entered into Chris’ house, dropping his things off by the staircase, and heading straight to the back deck where they found a spot to sit and chat. Not quite sure who should break the ice to discuss what was going on with Chris, they both sat in silence for a bit, looking out over the yard. The levels of whiskey in both their glasses had gone down significantly, in the short amount of time that they sat there. Scott knew that he shouldn’t pry, so he gave Chris the time to process what he was going to say. He knew his brother well enough to know that this was not going to be a short conversation. The silence did’t last much longer as Chris finished up his drink and the left over ice clinked on the wall of the glass, as he set it down on the table. Sitting back in the chair. he let out a sigh, signaling to Scott that he was ready to talk.

“Her name was...and I guess still is, Y/n”

To be continued...in Part III

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans #chris evans imagine #agirlcandream

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kevrocksicehouse · 4 years

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Guillermo del Toro worked in the dark heart of fairy tales. A few other movies that told fables for adults.

Night of the Hunter. D: Charles Laughton (1955). Two orphaned children, fleeing an evil stepfather (Robert Mitchum) and are sheltered by the deep southern equivalent of a good witch (Lillian Gish). In his only directorial effort, Laughton turns the West Virginia landscape into an enchanted forest.

Freeway. D: Matthew Bright (1996). Reese Witherspoon plays a variant of Little Red Riding Hood in this art-exploitation movie about a white-trash girl who gets targeted by a serial killer (Kiefer Sutherland as “the big bad wolf”) on her way to live with her grandmother. Witherspoon upends the whole “girl in peril” trope of the story and takes things into her own hands. It’s as if John Waters wasn’t as campy (and was much more violent).

A.I. Artificial Intelligence D: Steven Spielberg (2001). A child-robot (Haley Joel Osment) programmed to feel love, is acquired, then discarded by a family and sets off on a journey to find “the blue fairy” who will turn him into a real boy. The script was by Stanley Kubrick and the movie is a fascinating meld of his chilly, antiseptic vision with Spielberg’s more sentimental one.

The Fall. D: Tarsem Singh (2006). A depressed, bedridden stuntman recovering from a bad jump (and a love affair gone bad) befriends a young girl and tells her a story about five heroes (one of whom is Charles Darwin) fighting an evil king. We soon realize he is manipulating her into helping him commit suicide, but sometimes stories take on a life of their own. A too-little-seen exploration of the power of fiction.

Beasts of the Southern Wild. D: Benh Zeitlin (2012). Hushpuppy (Quvenzhane Wallis) who lives in a Louisiana Bayou village called “The Bathtub, weathers storms and ecological destruction, and endures the slow death of her father while awaiting the approach of “aurochs,” Giant Beasts released by the melting of the ice caps, in this ecologically-minded examination of how children turn their environment into mythology.

#guillermo del toro #fairy tales

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soundofseventeen · 5 years

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Bee’s (soundofseventeen) Recs

Hi, here are my recs! They’re mostly Erin’s but I do have a few that I’m kinda proud of.

Tell Me (Seungcheol): I love anything that involves a character not telling their friends, family, s/o or really anyone about the struggles they go through and Erin really hits the nail on the head here.

Take This to Heart (Seungcheol): This song is really special to me and Cheol is really special to me. What better way to combine the two than this?

Call Call Call (Jeonghan): I don’t know why I love this one, but it’s really sweet and dorky and telemarketer part just gets me every time.

Everything You Are (Jeonghan): Originally I hated this one when I wrote it just bc I was angry and I didn’t wanna post it just bc it’s not a happy one. It’s on my list now bc you can grow from something that feels like the end of the world and you can come out on top, and sometimes we have to remember that our idols are human.

Three’s a Crowd (Jeonghan): I love how Erin managed to keep the core friendship platonic while adding the third person...who also happens to be the other best friend.

Kiss Me Slowly: (Jeonghan): At the end of the day, I love the thin line of friends to more and when to cross it.

I can’t believe Erin’s really gonna make me say this and I can’t believe I am too. The deception. All the Joshua fics have been my favorite bc they’re either so sweet and fluffy and domestic and leave you happy for the rest of the day or they just kinda shatter your heart. It’s fine though.

Hold This (Junhui): It’s super lame and it’s so dorky and it’s the sweetest thing ever. I can never stop smiling like an idiot whenever I reread it.

Kissing in Cars (Junhui): I can’t really explain this one, but I hold it dearly in my heart. This song from Pierce the Veil just makes me feel everything and this boy makes me feel everything. If there’s any fic I’d want y’all to read, it’s this one.

My Fairy Tale (Junhui): The friends to lovers; the bittersweet feelings; the last sentence that ties it together; I just love everything.

Carnival (Junhui): The secretly dating thing gets me every time, especially when they get caught and it’s just very fall-y.

Midnight (Junhui): The whole pining thing in a fic is very underrated, especially when everyone knows someone has to confess but they don’y. I love the realism and how you just wanna yell at the screen and writer to make them come together.

Come Back (Junhui): ANGST my dudes!!!! I live for things like this!!!! I love that sometimes not everything we write has to be sickly sweet and happy. I WANT TO FEEL THINGS. I WANNA CRY UGLY TEARS and then cheer at the happy ending.

7 Things (Soonyoung): I think that as a writer, one of my favorite things that I’ve done was give readers hope, only to just take it away it and this one did it justice. Erin and Haley haven’t forgiven me for this one but I did warn everyone.

Make You Smile (Soonyoung): I’m a nerd at heart and if anything has pens, paper, a notebook, books as the key thing in a fic (along with coffee shops), I’m a goner. And it’s so sappy!!!! You can hear my heart crying!!!!

Firsts (Soonyoung): I’m very bad with feelings and this just made me happy for some reason.

Can I have This Dance? (Soonyoung): I loved this a lot more than I thought I would to be honest. Erin just has a simplistic happy way of writing and I know that everything will be alright.

Movies (Wonwoo): A Halloween-ish type special from Erin that is hysterical to me for some reason. (Bonus points for the gif she uses!)

Favorite (Wonwoo): Small moments leading up to the big finale? My heart does a thing still!

Terrible Things (Wonwoo): This one I was really wanted to do bc it was a story begging to be told and Erin liked this too???

Speak Now (Wonwoo): You know when you read a book that completely shatters your heart but you go back and reread in hopes it ends differently? This is it. I will never forgive Erin for this one bc she came out with this one around the time I dropped the fact that Wonwoo wasn’t my main bias anymore and -ouch. This is probably my favorite one she’s done.

Someday (Wonwoo): Let me just say...friends to lovers...my absolute poison.

My Life Would Suck Without You (Jihoon): I always pictured Jihoon falling in love with someone he’s known for years and the outcome for this made me happy?

Home (Jihoon): This one I wrote in a couple of days after hearing Home and it wasn’t too shabby, I guess.

First Night (Jihoon): The ending made my heart go whoosh honestly.

Cafe Crush (Seokmin): The way to my heart is giving me a coffee shop setting and this just made me uwu

Fake Date (Seokmin): I don’t know why I adore this one, but I do! It’s so cute and funny and I meant this to happen irl

First Sight (Seokmin): The angst! The hope! The little thing you’re relying on to make it end on good terms only to just...fall apart at the seams.

When I Grow Up/ 1.5 (Seokmin): Truthfully, I don’t know why I wrote this one, but it made me really happy and I’m just a hopeless romantic at the end of the day and apparently everyone loved it so everybody wins. Plus I know it made Erin really happy and that made me even happier. (And it’s one of my favorite seventeen songs which shocks people for some reason?)

All the Mingyu ones, lmao. Everything that’s been written about Mingyu, I’ve loved.

Night and Rain (Minghao): I was inspired to start writing for these boys when I heard this song and this was the outcome. This is my firstborn, and I still listen to this song a lot.

Muffins (Mingaho): Another dorky one that just has me :D

Cheated (Minghao): Again, I won’t always write happy stuff and this was another one that just made me happy to write.

Tattoo (Minghao): I’m really sentimental about this one. Like I love it a whole lot?

Photo Credit (Seungkwan): This is probably the most original piece I’ve ever read and I still laugh about this!!!!!

Temporary Goodbye (Seungkwan:) The bittersweet moment of last days is just something that hurts. You want more time but there’s always hope for next time and that’s what gets you through the times.

You Had Me at Hello (Seungkwan): I just started writing this one, but pen pals y’all. :( Letters, and rambling and talking to each other is just beautiful. Trust me, it’s a special kind of friendship.

8:43 (Hansol): I don’t know why but I love reading about the flashbacks and present times. Erin’s a genius y’all.

Just the Way You Are (Hansol): Literally the time I was fighting Haley to admit her love for Vernon, I was listening to Pierce the Veil’s cover of this song (and I was going through it bc I adore this band and their music!) and I realized that this would make a good fic...although she does hate me for this one!

Lost Woods (Hansol): Mutual feelings? Sign me up. And honestly, the “No one called him Hansol anymore (or something along those lines is the sole reason it’s up there lmao)

How Would You Feel? (Hansol): Yeah, yeah...I’m just a big softie and apparently I can do cute shit like this (I’m really happy with how it came out though and I didn’t expect everyone to like it?)

Birthday Treats (Chan): I hate my birthday too, but I suppose I’d make an exception for him :(

Ice Cream (Chan): Erin and I unintentionally collaborated on this bc she said it was too short and she let me add on to it so it’s special bc we haven’t done anything since the Princess series.

Locked In (Chan): the thought of being locked in the same room with the person im crushing on is equal parts scary and exhilarating...aka my guilty pleasures!!!!

You First (Chan): I just...love break ups and make ups and the whole “let’s try it again” thing

Thirteen Ways I Said I Love You (OT13): They’re short and sweet and it’s postcards

Friends to More (OT13): FRIENDS. TO. LOVERS. NEED. I. SAY. MORE.

Hogwarts Seventeen: Erin and I talk a lot about AUs and Harry Potter so this made me GEEK

Once Upon a Time (OT13): I wouldn’t stop bugging Erin about my theories and I just...she doesn’t disappoint!

Serial Killers (OT13): Y’all I love shit like this; the creepy and scary and just wow

Funhouse/ Thriller/ La Llorona (OT13): Funhouse was my first attempt at haunted houses; Thriller for scariness and La Llorona for the urban legend and dia de muertos!!!

#bees recs

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ournuttyworld · 4 years

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Get to know: OurNuttyWorld Part 7

Isn’t this a sad day.

Hello everybody and welcome post number 7!! In which this shall be our last and final post of this ice breaker challenge.

Tis was fun while it lasted however both me and Olivia can say, great stuff is gonna be happening soon. So you might wanna keep your eyes open for our future post.

Let’s all enjoy ourselves and to have our last laugh. Get to know us for the final time!

1.If you could be any animal in the world, what animal would you choose to be?

Haley: I feel like being a cat would be interesting. Like yeah you would be staying at home and sleeping, eating but I think it could be relaxing being a cat.

Olivia: I would want to be a red panda. They’re so cute and cuddly. I just want to know how it’s like to be a red panda.

Haley: Those are so cute!!

2. If you could be any supernatural creature, what would you be and why?

Olivia: Honestly, there is a few that I want to be. But I would choose a fairy.

Haley: Why a fairy tho??

Olivia: They’re magical and tiny. I would want to be tiny.

Haley: Like Tinkerbell! And what I would want to be is a witch. I’ll like to learn some spells.

Olivia: Being a witch would be cool!

Haley: To Hogwarts!!

3. If you could magically become fluent in any language, what would it be?

Olivia: This is hard. There are a few languages that I want to become fluent in. But if I had to choose, it would’ve be Chinese.

Haley: Just being curious, how come??

Olivia: I’m not entirely fluent in Chinese and I would be able to talk to my parents.

Haley: Honestly a good thought! For me, I would like to be fluent in Japanese. I would like to read and write in that language once in my life and even though I wouldn’t use it in other places other than Japan, it’ll be interesting to know. Maybe one day it’ll be useful to help other you know?

4. If you could be immortal, what age would you choose to stop aging at and why?

Olivia: I would want to stop aging at 6 because I look cute back then.

Haley: You are still cute and that would be adorable. Probably for me, I would like to stop at the age of 30. Just the right age to choose, not to young or too old.

Olivia: I just want to be carefree too and not worry about all the problems.

Haley: Well I can’t believe we’re saying this but, that is the end of our ice breaker! What you thought Olivia?

Olivia: I thought it was fun, but it could’ve been better. What about you?

Haley: It wasn’t too bad, some questions were pretty tricky to answer and some were quite interesting. And now, we shall say good bye! So byeeeeeee~

Olivia: Byeeeee~

Be on the lookout for more stuff is coming soon: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

#Ournuttyworld #gettoknowus #icebreakerchallenge #blog #personlity #therealus #facts #QnA #likes and dislikes #traits

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save-the-spiral · 5 years

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InkWizTober Day Thirty-One: Ripe + Celebration

Welcome to day thirty-one of inktober! Final day! Wrote something cute- a costume party event. It quickly became a more fun and magical version of what the elementary/middle school I went to would throw, with a significant decrease in dead inside high schoolers. No warnings, besides a bit of internal social awkwardness.

(link to prompt lists) (link to inktober tag)

There were a lot of ridiculous rumors about necromancers- especially around October, considering how often these rumors are treated as practical jokes or ghost stories. None of the rumors were right, of course, but the ones about how death wizards observed Halloween were definitely wrong.

Ianthe glanced around the brightly lit library, emptied of books for tonight, and instead full of excited young wizards in costumes and munching on sweets. This was about as far from a ghost hunt, or a seance, or a demonic Earth ritual, or some weird serial killer antics as one could get.

She grinned, bearing her glow-in-the-dark plastic vampire fangs. With a dramatic swish of her violet cloak, she welcomed another guest, playing up the fanged lisp to the amusement of a young student dressed as a tree. At her side, Leo laughed, his plastic fangs on display as well, but he made a fake-serious face at her nudging elbow, only causing the new guest to laugh more.

The boy introduced himself as Elijah, and excitedly watched the magical decorations moved as he entered the library.

“There’s already so many people.” Leo remarked dryly. To others this would seem sarcastic or annoyed, but Ianthe knew it was worry.

“No one will go looking for books to vandalize. They won’t harm the animals either- Irisi seemed fairly confident she could take control of the petting zoo.” Ianthe replied, nudging her partner. “You can go look over the place to make sure- it’s six thirty, I can handle any stragglers coming in.”

Leo held one of her hands, likely from instinct, he hated public displays of affection, and as he left the welcome desk, she overplayed the dramatics again, reaching out, quoting Titanic, all to see him snicker again, even if it was quickly replaced by a blank face.

Leo was worried. His books, his animals, they were like his babies, defenseless.

Well, some of the animals could bite back.

And some of the books too, for that matter.

Either way, he was sure his friends and other volunteers would be doing fine- great, really!- but it wasn’t the same as keeping tabs on things, making sure it was all going well.

The event had been his idea at first, stemming from ridiculous ideas for his partner’s mothers’ bakery, a joke really. But it quickly spiraled out of control, and now he was standing in the middle of his library full of students (most of which he has never seen in his entire life) and there was even a full catered buffet of sweets.

Morae was so excited to bake for the event, she even created a tall wedding cake creation straight out of a cartoon- it swayed on five tiers, all of them odd shapes, decorated in black, purple, orange, and lime green. Hundreds of cookies and cupcakes were all around the room as well, courtesy of Morae’s two employees.

Leo stopped by Morae’s table first- listening to her instruct parents and kids alike on how to frost their pumpkin or ghost shaped sugar cookies was so fun- she always treated everyone like an adult, a fellow professional baker, which often left the kids confident and wanting to come back for more cookies. When he caught her eye and raised his eyebrows, she just grinned and gave a thumbs up, so he moved on.

Noah and Haley were taking turns reading from a piece of paper, dramatically reenacting a story with ad-libbed words. Leo sat down on a chair near the back of the group, hoping Noah’s awkwardness wouldn’t lead to self doubt. Haley’s idea for the game seemed to be working, though, because of course the random, and usually juvenile words led to everyone laughing.

“But be careful! On this spooky night, wizards are known to lose their- okay who wrote bananas again?” Noah turned to the crowd, exaggeratedly frowning, only for all the children to giggle when his top hat fell off his head from the sudden movement.

The next booth was face painting, and even if he didn’t personally know them, Irisi’s recommendation to put Julia and Adrien on the job seemed perfect, even if their flirting distracted them a bit. Julia was very serious as she painted a flower onto a young girl’s face, talking to her about the fairy wings they both wore.

Entranced by it, Leo bumped into someone. “Sorry!” He instantly snapped out, backing away-

Only for one Caleb Deathleague to be looking at him, confused. “Hey, you alright? You look tense.”

Leo sighed, still on guard. Caleb was once an overbearing, rude kid, though rumor had it the boy had changed. “...Yeah, ‘Mfine.”

“Hey! You organized this, right?” Caleb’s eyes brightened up, any intimidation Leo felt completely gone when he realized the other necromancer was dressed like a... mouse? His costume was made of paper and tape as well.

“...Yes?”

“Great!” It was then that Caleb lightly tugged on whatever was behind him- a child, by the looks of it. “Fledge here hasn’t ever gotten to have a Halloween before- what do you recommend for a more quiet activity?”

Leo looked at the kid, recognizing the prodigy fire wizard by their beaded dreadlocks and intense eyes, though their feathered cloak’s hood was pulled up now. “Uh... You could probably grab some of the cookie decorating stuff and take it to a side table- Morae wouldn’t mind. I think some ice wizard- Alamina?- is taking care of a kinda quiet time and reading area- pretty sure she’s just napping in a ghost sheet costume. But Artur and Susie have some puzzles, word searches and jigsaws and stuff. And Penny 'n’ Marla are probably having too much fun DJ-ing the cake walk, you don’t have to actually talk to other people for that one.”

Leo stopped himself, trying not to ramble and overwhelm them.

“Thanks.” Caleb smiled at him, genuine. “Happy Halloween.”

With a nod, the two passed him, and Leo could almost sigh with relief. Social interactions with people who weren’t Ianthe or her moms was hard.

“Leo!”

Leo had to take a whole second trying to contain his instinctive gasp or flinch, instead turning towards a nearby booth and smiling. “Hi Ceren.”

“I wanted to show the kids why it’s better to cut the bottom instead of around the stem of their pumpkins- can you help?” The gentle life wizard was out of place in this usually dark library, his face painted to look like a bright green zombie.

“...Sure?” Leo walked around to Ceren’s side of the table.

“So, this is how we grow our pumpkins, everyone watching?” Ceren nodded at the chorus of ‘yes’s that replied. He pulled out a rather simple wand, bright green magic glowing and the life emblem imprinting onto the plain pot of soil on the table, the rest of the surface crowded by in-progress jack-o-lanterns. Then, a bright green sprout shot up to every child’s awe, and a vine burst forth.

A kid yelled something about Cinderella, and the rest agreed, watching the sped up growth of two pumpkins- the bright yellow blooms, then the growing gourds that settled heavily on the cleared space of the table. Once it stopped, everyone clapped, even some kids who were drawn from other booths.

“Now, see I’ve got this knife- make sure an adult handles the knives, everyone- and I’m going to cut these pumpkins with the same amount of stem. Here, Leo, cut the top of this one the ‘usual way’ for me? Okay, so Leo’s is the normal way, but mine is upside down, cut from the bottom. Everyone see that? Okay! Now, Leo, could you use some death magic to speed up the rotting?”

Leo nodded, putting the knife down and grabbing his own wand- a gnarled branch from Mortis’ tree, a rare gift- and began to cast a general spell, careful to limit it to plants. The pumpkins began to lose their bright orange-ness, now both upright and in clear sight on the table.

The one he had cut began to sag much quicker than the other, which was only slightly discolored, and it continued. The kids cheered as the one he cut finally collapsed in on itself, quickly thrown into a garbage bag upon the loud sounds of childish disgust.

“Thanks Leo!” Ceren grinned at him. “So, that’s why we’re cutting from the bottom, so our pumpkins stay pretty and orange for longer!”

With that, Leo escaped, waving at some of his friends- looks like Mari had a wardrobe malfunction, if her loose hay and scarecrow hat were anything to go by, and Irisi was trying to make sure his few younger animals stopped playing tug-of-war with her mummy bandages. Emrys was silently watching people play his dart toss game, snorting every time an older kid claimed it was rigged, and giving the younger kids candy even if they missed.

Yeah, yeah everything was fine- he was not going to get himself dragged into another kindergarten class on temporary tattoos or something, nope!

When he finally made it back to the welcome desk, Ianthe was grinning at him, plastic fangs left on a candy wrapper while she ate a lollipop.

“I think my mom’s trying to sneak in with as many different costumes as possible in one night.” Ianthe finally said when he flopped down in his desk chair, slightly panting.

Leo glanced at the doorway. “Hi Morelle.”

The masked person began to shout incredulously and leave, long black hair obviously revealing them as Morelle.

With one shared look, Ianthe and Leo broke into laughter.

And the night had just begun.

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