#beta kids dreamers

[jeeperreaper]

Jade dobodle

[hiredpencil]

Inktoberstuck day 24: Derse

[chaosheadspace]

Hi there! For the Valentine asks: 35 but make it in the Dreaming and we get Dream pilfering snacks for Hob from his Dreamers?

(We were absolute robbed of the 'naked Dream razes the buffet' scene from the comics 🤭)

Hi, thank you for sending an ask! So here is the actual fill for the prompt, not what I first understood lol (not beta-read.)

Dream wills a temperate breeze to gently flow through the open windows of the balcony and into his chambers, gently cooling Hob's dreamscape body, flushed and sweaty with exertion, his limbs intertwined with Dream's, his breath just now calming down.

He adores Hob, how he smiles, how he always draws Dream closer, how he narrows his focus onto Dream's pleasure when they lay together, body and mind both. He feels as if he can let go, to some extent, when he is with Hob; his experience of perceiving everything that is his realm at once filtered through the lens of Hob's body, of his easy laughter and gentle touch.

Dream hungrily nuzzles closer to him, carefully brushes back some strands of sweat-damp hair from his forehead, places a long kiss to the side of his neck. The night in Hob's part of the world is close to waning, and he is loath to let him go.

“Don't tell me you want to go again?” Hob chuckles, the deep tremble of it resonating from his throat into Dream's lips. “You need to give a man a breather, dove.”

“Technically, you do not need one. This is the Dreaming. You are as ready as you think yourself to be,” Dream speaks against Hob's Adams apple, moving to straddle him, to cover Hob's body with his own, craving closeness still. 

“Well, technically I also don't need to eat while dreaming, but my stomach seems to disagree,” Hob ponders. Well, they simply can't have that, can they? At least Dream cannot. Hob should not need to want for anything while he is here. 

He sinks into his own consciousness, part of him racing down the arborescent paths of his self, touching, tasting, searching—there.

He gently brushes the dream of a lightly slumbering mother, picking up a dark green artisanal bowl from her breakfast table. She dreams of mundane peace, one of her kids is eating, the other quietly scribbling away on a piece of the morning paper she is reading. It is quiet, and her coffee is hot. Dream’s small smile caresses her sleeping mind and her waking body stills, subconscious easing deeper into the fantasy.

He steps from her kitchen into the dream of a young boy, who has vowed mere hours ago that he will become the best pastry chef in the entire universe. Dream steps up to the table, where the flaxen-haired child is kneading dough next to a row of trays with finished delicacies, all of them unseen and unheard of in the Waking. “May I have one of these?” Dream asks. The boy nods, absorbed in his task.

The final dream he visits is also that of a child. They are imagining for themself the ability to fly, or to be more precise, they imagine the air to be as water and for themself to swim. It is filled with bubbles and bird-like fish, with sun-bright starfish and the slow current of a breeze. Dream conjures up a blue glass flagon and fills it, careful not to spill or take too much.

Then he draws himself up through the roots of his realm, back to Hob’s side, and sets down before him the bowl, containing warm porridge with golden honey and soft raspberries and cream; the tall pastry, filled with berries and vanilla and fervent aspirations; and the flagon, heavy with pearly laughter and liquid air.

“Oh,” Hob breathes in wonder, the image of his dreaming self deliciously close to his waking body. “What's all this?”

Dream touches him, still, again, a shining thread weaving together that which mortals perceive as lesser, unreal, and that which Dream can never truly, fully touch; the roots of Hob's mind tying together Dreaming and Waking under Dream's fingertips, against his body.

“This is a small sample of the finest things the Dreaming has to offer,” Dream purrs. “You will never be left wanting here.”

“Yes, but there is a difference between sating a need and spoiling someone rotten, isn't there,” Hob says fondly.

Dream raises one eyebrow. “Is there a rule that forbids me to achieve both?”

“No,” Hob says with a soft smile, craning his neck to kiss him on the forehead, “absolutely not.”

[xagave]

I forgor to post the kids so here's beta kids dreamers :]

[lady-lostmind]

Dreams

Love is: Having hope for the future together.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 560 | Rating: G

ao3 link

Eddie has always been a dreamer. Even when all the odds were stacked against him, he had high hopes for his life. Always thought he was bound for more than being a high school drop out that lives in a shitty trailer. It’s why he suffered through two extra years of high school in the first place. It’s what had him practicing his guitar for hours a day. Convinced if he worked hard enough, if he was the best, he could do it. He could get out of here. Play music and make money. Maybe buy Uncle Wayne a real house. Finally repay him for everything he’d done for him. Make up for being such a little shit growing up. 

What Eddie didn’t ever see in his dreams was Steve Harrington. He seemed too unattainable even for his wildest scenarios. Eddie would have laughed in your face if you told him that, one day, he would be laying next to Steve, sprawled out in his bed. That he’d let out a content sigh when he feels Eddie’s fingers trail across his skin. That he’d look at him like he hung the fucking moon. That Steve Harrington would one day tell Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson that he loves him. That Eddie would believe him. But now, as he lays here, staring into Steve’s eyes, he can’t stop the dreams from growing inside him. 

Dreams bigger than he’s ever imagined before. Dreams completely wrapped up in Steve. 

He wants to give his boy the fucking world. Wants to get him away from this place that ripped them to shreds. Wants to show him he already has the family he’s been searching for.  Buy him that fucking RV and load it up with their giant mismatched, makeshift crew. Eddie wants to buy him a house big enough to be the home base of the group. Let him be the one the group flocks to for holidays and big events. And Eddie knows they will. Because it’s Steve. And he may not realize it, but he’s the glue. The kids all adore him. Hero worship that Steve doesn’t see. But Eddie does. As much as they tease him and give him a hard time. He sees it in their eyes. Steve put his life on the line for them. Over and over. He was the babysitter. That’s a bond that stays put.

Eddie never thought he’d end up being one of those people who revolves their life around their significant other. Never thought he’d find someone that stuck around long enough, honestly. But all his plans are now their plans. He can’t imagine doing any of the things he’s dreamed of for so long without Steve, now. It wouldn’t be worth it. He knows, as much as he wants more, wants a life bigger than Hawkins, he’d be content if none of it happens, as long as he has Steve. 

Most of all, Eddie wants to make sure he’s happy. Because fuck if anyone deserves to be happy, it’s Steve Harrington. Even if it means listening to shitty pop music in the car, or having Robin Buckley interrupt them constantly, or playing chauffeur to the gremlins everyday. Barely getting a moment to themselves. It’s worth it to see the way Steve’s eyes sparkle when he smiles. 

Eddie would do anything to see that smile.

[yanny-77]

Pink Pony Club

A Bodhi Durran fic dedicated to everyone who participated in the @rq-gift-exchange.

P.S. I am feeling very needy not having an official giftee for the event. Please shower me with love and praise. (Half kidding)

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Summary:

Any time Bodhi has to face the memories of his small hometown, Aretia, Tennessee, it’s painful. But after moving LA just over a year ago, he’s found a new home: at the Pink Pony Club.

As a performer at the club, he can be whoever he wants to be. He can be cool. He can be sexy. He can be expressive. He can even be himself.

Life in LA is better than he ever could have imagined. His new friends love and accept him for who he is, in a way his friends and family back home never could. He gets to dance without anyone judging him.

And tonight, he’s going to get what he wants most of all: the attention of the man at the front-left table who comes to all his shows, the one with the beautiful eyes. He doesn’t even know the man’s name yet, but Bodhi’s determined to meet him at last.

Because no matter what Mama or God may think, he is Bodhi Durran, and he is fucking beautiful.

Status: Complete Words: 21,463

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Relationships: Bodhi Durran/Ridoc Gamlyn Characters: Bodhi Durran, Ridoc Gamlyn, Imogen Cardulo, Xaden Riorson, Liam Mairi, Quinn (Empyrean), Heaton (Empyrean), Tyvon Varen, Rhiannon Matthias, Tara (Empyrean), Sawyer Henrick Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Drag Queens, LGBTQ Themes, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Soulmates, Love at First Sight, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence ,Self-Acceptance, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, jorts

Excerpt:

Bodhi stands in the stage-right wing, waiting, his legs jiggling nervously. He loves performing here, but ever since his parent’s disastrous visit, the excitement turns sour in the moments right before he’s announced. It’s okay to love this, he reminds himself. It doesn’t make him an abomination or an affront to God, no matter what his father says. 

He was born this way. God doesn’t make mistakes.

The crowd breaks into applause as the performer before Bodhi exits the stage. They smile at him and give him a light tap on the ass. “Go get ‘em, Coco,” they say with a wink before disappearing to their dressing room.

The emcee takes the stage, a bubbly blonde named Quinn. She’s wearing lingerie with sparkles and fringe with a cowboy hat and boots to match the blue streak in her hair. Just like that, all the nerves fade away. 

Note: While I consider this to be a hopeful fic about Bodhi being comfortable in his own skin, it includes some difficult themes from Bodhi's past including religion, homophobia, and being outed before he was ready.

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Shout out to Niv, Suebs, Sarah and Korrina for beta

Shout out to Sarah, Alexandia and Maze for helping me organize this event

Shout out to @sarcasticmothwrites @witch-and-her-witcher Suebs, Sarah, @copperfirebird @tegantales @hlizr50, headcanonheadcase, SaraNove, Niv and ILoveMyThighs for writing pinch hits

Shout out to Sarah for the amazing art to go with this fic

Shout out to Vanth, A Court of Lady Death and everyone above for keeping me sane.

I couldn't have pulled this off without all of you. Thank you all so much, from the bottom of my heart.

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[py-dreamer]

I can't believe this is the first goddamn video I post.

But times are funny like that aren't they?

Ok so as the thumbnail says, this is specifically for the first lmk fic I've written:

"When the sun sets forever."

Yes it's shadowpeach, how on earth did you guess. And if you've floated around my dreamscape for a while, you'll know my...

...very enthusiastic opinions of Macaque...

(I promise I do still like him, he's a great character, it's just I get pretty peeved by how the majority of the fandom portrays their relationship a lot of peeps bashing Wukong and saying Mac did nothing wrong-

I have a whole other post about this and the fic, I'm tired man, here're the links:

https://www.tumblr.com/py-dreamer/751398212493000704/oh-its-macaroni-learns-the-consequences-for

https://www.tumblr.com/py-dreamer/751119540805632000/rant-about-shadowpeach-warning-mac-slander)

But regardless, if you enjoy some Macaca slander, hop on board!

If you don't , good for you! Please don't harass anyone who thinks otherwise.

But to sum up:

In this fic we explore a scenario where Macaque finds a time alterating artifact after a huge spat on the mountain (that resulted in the clip above), uses that artifact to make it so he killed Tripitaka during JTTW. Then we see his pov in this universe where things have certainly changed drastically

...and not necessarily for the better.

People change. Friends or foes found dead or alive. Cities fall and some thrive.

But one thing I can assure you?

Neither of our mystic monkeys are having any fun until the end.

But yeah! Formal announcement post for my fic!

Yes this is a big reason why I've been absent for like a month

No I won't stop posting art. I'm taking a short break rn to get into the rhythm of drawing again

No there isn't a formal posting schedule, but I do have it in mind

No this isn't the big BIG project I've been working on for a few weeks

(Forgive me if I missed anything from s5, this was planned and written before that and I haven't watched it yet)

But enough about me!

I want to thank anyone who's already seen the fic and/or left kudos or comments

And I want to give an especially huge shoutout to @furornocturna for beta reading this thing!

Their work is great! And is one of the most enjoyable reads I've read in a long while

And since I haven't seen an official post for it yet...

SHABAM!!! Another great fic! She recently updated it too! It's about amnesiac Wukong who thinks Macaque is still his mate and MK is their child!

Wham bam, pajama sam's christmas ham: hijinks ensue

Very entertaining, good ol Macaque bashing

(she and I like to stand around him in a circle and give him a good whack with the consequences stick sometimes. It builds character.)

And parental Shadowpeach is always appreciated here. 10/10

I have not linked it but also check out:

Fractured pieces make a mosaic

Also written by her! Another great fic that delves into more of the sins of Macaque against EVERYONE not just Wukong

But about the video, yea just heard the audio and thought it'd be funny

I feel like Chang'e would definitely comfort a friend after some harsh words like what happens in the 1st chapter

Or at least she'd hear what Macaque did from Wukong and give massive side eye

(Especially since I figured she'd have a damn well knowledge of bad men *cough* *cough8 the reason Zhu Bajie got kicked out of heaven in the first place *cough* *cough*

I know they've rarely interacted in canon but hey, they've at least met on screen and we know Wukong can build a rocket to visit. Plus both being lonely immortals with cute animal subjects being theri only companions for centuries...

I have a feeling they'd get along somehow

They remind me of friends who exchange pics of their cute pet, only it's more like children for Wukong since they're literally his Sun family

And anyway the fandom pairs Mac and Chang'e just because they have a moon motif so let me have this goddamit.

[marichat914]

Yay! September 1! It's Ladynoir and Adrinette's anniversary!

And thus I will post this story made for ML Bigbang 2023 last year to celebrate.

(I received the privilege of having Dori_Sketches to make the beautiful art you see and Des to beta-read my story.)

Do not re-post unless you've received permission from the artist.

Just freakin' look at them! 😍 Gosh I'm melting!!! 😆😅

Miraculous Lucid Dreamers

Chapter 1.1 – The Protector of Dreams and the Hater of Reality

“Cataclysm!”

Chat Noir raised his hand as he said the access word to the power of destruction. His hand emitted dark liquid sparks and touched the brown toy bear that the giant brown bear was holding, turning it charcoal-like and pulverizing it in the process, releasing the child from the curse of the Crookmitten. The giant brown bear then began to shrink. The giant bear’s silhouette disintegrated into the air, revealing a sniffing small boy.

Chat Noir sighed in relief, thankful that the boy was back to normal.

“Are you okay?” Chat Noir asked as he bent one knee to level the boy’s height, placing his head on his shoulder.

The little boy stopped rubbing his tears and looked at him. The little boy shook his head.

“I’m scared…”

Chat smiled softly. “Knightmare?”

“Hm-mh..” The boy nodded then sniffed. “There was a giant black monster that was eating other children’s favorite toys and he was going to eat my teddy bear too. I ran really fast to get away but my teddy tried to protect me and told me to run. But he was captured by the giant monster…and…and…waaahhh!!! I saw the monster eat my teddy alive!” The boy cried again, harder this time.

“Shh. Shh…Don’t worry. Everything’s fine now. You won’t have Knightmares for the rest of the night because Ihe Crookmitten, the unidentified Lucid Dreamer that’s been trying to ruin the peace of Land Des Rêves Lucides. A place where people like him, Lucid Dreamers, visit to escape reality. Crookmitten po already defeated the monster from your dream.”

The boy stopped crying, his eyes were evidently red and puffy. “Really?”

He ruffled the boy’s chocolate colored hair. “Yep.” He reassured him.

The monster he was referring to was the creature he had become. Just an hour ago, a giant teddy bear attacked the Playpen village and started eating all the children’s favorite toys. Chat Noir immediately knew that it was the work of turs Knightmare dust to the thing that the dreamer was holding whenever they feel a negative emotion and turns them into something else based on the thing they were sad or scared or angry about.

It’s his job as the holder of the Miraculous of Destruction to destroy the thing holding the Knightmare dust and release that person from their nightmares.

The boy suddenly looked dreaded and his eyes frantically roamed everywhere as if he was searching for something. “My teddy! He’s gone!”

Chat Noir bit his lip out of guilt. He doesn’t know if the boy would understand that he destroyed his teddy bear to free him from the curse.

“I’m sorry…but I had to use your teddy to fight the monster.” Chat told him the half-truth, biting his lower lip in guilt. “But this is the realm of dreams. You could make the exact same teddy you had before.”

The little boy desperately shook his head. “But Teddy is really special to me. There’s no one else like him.”

Chat understood what the little kid meant. It’s hard to lose something that you really cared about, things that hold special memories.

“How about this? We’ll close our eyes together, and then imagine you have your teddy in front of you. Now, you need to imagine really hard so he can find his way back to you.”

There’s a hint of fear and doubt in the boy’s eyes when he looks at him.

“Trust me…Uhm…Can I ask your name?”

“Kevin.”

“Awright, Kevin. Close your eyes and imagine really hard.”

Chat watched as the lids covered the blue hues.

A few seconds passed, a small white ball of light appeared in front of the child. Chat smiled. The white ball gently formed into the shape of a teddy.

Chat Noir whispered softly to the concentrating Kevin. “Imagine harder. Picture what your teddy really looked like.”

Kevin’s brows frowned as he followed Chat’s instructions.

Suddenly, an exact replica of the teddy popped off in front of them as the light covering it disappeared.

Chat took the teddy gently with his hands. “You can open your eyes now.”

A beaming smile welcomed the Lucid Teddy bear and was immediately squished into a hug.

“Thank you! Thank you a lot!”

Chat Noir stood up and ruffled Kevin’s hair again.

“You’re welcome. Go ahead and play with the other children. I’m sure they were all waiting for you.”

Kevin nodded and ran towards the direction of the newly rebuilt Playpen village. He joined the other Lucid dreamer kids and played with them. Some began flying while others were swinging on the ice-cream sandwich sing set. One kid bit a huge chunk from the wafer chain connecting the swing, making the kid riding it fall on his bum. They all laughed and started eating the rest of the chain wafer.

An applause played behind him.

“Another job well done, I might say, Miraculous of Destruction holder.”

“Felix…You’re wearing glasses. Did you do some paperwork in the Dream Realm again?”

The pale blonde sighed. “You can’t blame me. This is the only place where I can do my work without someone shouting next to me on how to do it ‘properly’.” He air-quoted the last sarcastic word. He shrugged his shoulders as he inserted his hands to his dark-grey dress pants. “Not all dreamers come to this place to change who they are okay?”

“Right, because you remain the same workaholic future duke of your kingdom. And you ‘love’ your work too much to just leave it alone in the reality.”

“Exactly.” He said. “Except this time, I can’t focus on my work with that giant volcano blocking the view of the Eiffel tower from my office.

Using his thumb, he pointed backwards to the unsettling view of the giant volcano which suddenly came to Land Des Rêves Lucides out of nowhere a few months ago. No one knows who conjured it. But they all want it to disappear so they could see the Eiffel tower again. Only the most imaginative dreamers could procure something that big in a dream. Just like how Marinette made the Eiffel tower years ago.

Speaking of Marinette…

“Have you seen her?” Chat Noir asked.

“Who?”

“Marinette. I was looking for her all over Land Des Rêves Lucides but I couldn’t find her.”

“Nope. Didn’t see her. I was busy working despite the lack of relaxation. Maybe she’s awake.”

That made Chat Noir worried. “But she should be sleeping by now.” He sighed. This is not a first, however. There were a lot of times where Marinette couldn’t visit the Dream Realm because of her job. Of which…he doesn’t know.

“She’s probably overworking herself again.” He sighed disappointingly and pointed his index finger in front of him. He imagined a passion fruit macaron in front of him and it popped in the dream in a second. A lot faster than that teddy bear from the boy earlier. When you’re a veteran Lucid dreamer, it’ll be easier to materialize anything to the dream realm. He ate the macaroon in one go. Delicious, he thought. Though the macarons that Marinette makes for him are a lot tastier.

“Huh… Too bad you can’t conjure your lover into this place.”

Chat smiled. “Yeah…too bad.”

In the Land of Lucid Dreams, ‘Anyone can create anything except anyone.’

“I miss her already.” Chat Noir said with a dreamy sigh, propping both hands on his staff and his chin against his fingers.

Felix made a fake vomiting noise. “Get out of here you whipped pussycat. Oh hang on a second…’you are’ getting out of here.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“You’re disappearing, see?” Felix pointed him out.

He glanced at himself and saw that he was gradually turning transparent. It’s one of the indications that your presence in the dream realm is disappearing and returning to reality. It means that he’s waking up.

“That’s impossible.” He said, astonished by the discovery. ‘No one has ever dared to wake me up in the middle of my sleep.’ His room is heavily guarded from the outside.

“How is it impossible? You’re just waking up. Maybe someone’s calling for you.”

“NO! I can’t go back yet! I still need to see Marinette!” He’s been longing to see her for hours since he saw her yesternight.

Felix crossed his arms and raised an ‘are-you-kidding-me’ eyebrow at him.

“You’re overreacting. You’ll see her again tomorrow.”

“But what if I don’t?! Who knows when I’ll be able to see her again?! No! I don’t want to leave ye---.” He concentrated and forced himself to stay. But his efforts were futile as he’s getting more transparent, almost turning invisible. Then he was no longer in a dream

[davekat-sucks]

Feferi, Fefetasprite and ghost Nepfef (the ship) are the greatest proofs of wasted potential envolving a troll I've ever seen in hs.

It would be cool if the author remembered the relationship (by adoption) that Feferi has with the Egbert-Harley-Crocker-English and addressed Feferi as a "nice" aunt. I would like to see Feferi in the role of guardian of the Dream Bubbles and having relevance with the ghosts.

Fefetasprite interacting with Erisol and Arquius... it would be bittersweet, sad and emotional if given the opportunity to her (and not exploding).

And ghost Nepfef: They seemed to get along well in the dream bubbles, I would like to see some friendship, or maybe something more, appear there.

It's a shame that the author seems to hate Feferi and put that bootleg version of HIC in her place.

And yet, Andrew Hussie discarded Feferi. He says she is nothing more than a joke character like the rest of Blue Team, despite being tied to something bigger. And part of his excuse of not wanting her in is because he hates her typing quirk, thus would have other characters make an excuse to drop the )( thing. To continue pushing Feferi aside, people saw how the fandom was loving Aradia and uses her to replace Feferi as the one to guide the Dream Bubbles, despite the person with the best connections to Horrorterrors, especially to Gl'bgolyb. Aradia may be a Derse Dreamer like Feferi, but Gl'bgolyb had whispered prophecies about her future, likely with Sgrub and the events that come, to Feferi. Which is probably why she had trust and wanting to connect with the Beta Kids because her lusus told her what it is to come. The only other thing that would even come close to tying the horrorterrors with any other trolls would either be Gamzee or Eridan, due to the blood color of horrorterrors are a shade of purple or violet. It could have gone to either one due to them being villains. With Gamzee being part of Lord English that it becomes ironic that horrorterrors would share the same blood color as one of the components as their enemy or Eridan, the one that despite had helped Feferi to feed Gl'bgolyb, would also be the one to kill Feferi too in his despair and his action was needed to move the timeline along.

It would have been interesting for Nepeta and Feferi to have talked to each other either as their ghost selves or reflecting as they were as Fefpetasprite. Nepeta and Equius moirail relationship would be something that Feferi had thought she and Eridan were back then and would have wished it was back then. But then she hears about how Equius would try to make Nepeta keep distance from other lowbloods, it might get her to think twice about it. While in turn, Nepeta could sympathize that the people she had trusted or wanted to believe in, were not great or had left her for good. Cause at least for Nepeta, she can always fall back to Equius after death. But Feferi, she doesn't have anyone. It's not like she can go to Eridan if he is in an emotional mess for his actions that he feels guilty and believes distancing himself from her would be for the best. She can't go back to Sollux since he's back with Aradia, his real girlfriend. Her lusus died and the Dream Bubbles she and her other dead friends get to live in is her only evidence left that her lusus had cared for her. So who does Feferi have? Nobody. And that's sad. Feferi was brushed off as a joke character and Hussie created Meenah to apologize to Feferi fans. They couldn't have two fuchsiabloods because that would mean typing out similar quirks involving the )( thing. And Hussie prefers the femdom attitude that Meenah has over the sweet but passive aggressive Feferi. Because Meenah would be like Vriska. And we know how much Hussie likes Vriska. He loves her so much that we would have many other Vriska clones later on. That's why Meenah was even lesbians with Vriska. I really feel so sorry for Feferi fans.

[hintsofhoney]

Suburban Legends

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve finally forces himself to confront his feelings at his ten year high school reunion.

Tags: 18+, fluff, pining, kissing, general horniness

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I have never read a Steddie fic in my life but this came to me when I was listening to Suburban Legends by Taylor Swift the other day and I'm not mad about it. Thank you to my loves @makeadealwithdean and @wayward-dreamer for beta-ing 🤍 Enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3! 

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Steve stared at the Welcome Back Hawkins High Class of ‘85! banner strung up over the gymnasium entrance, the green and orange stripes on the brick walls even more chipped and faded after ten additional years of wear and tear. He brought the plastic cup in his hand to his lips, recoiling when the taste of champagne flooded his mouth instead of punch. For some reason, he hadn’t thought they would be serving alcohol at this thing, regardless of his graduating class being two years away from 30. Being back in this gym made him feel like he was a teenager again, and he was wondering who spiked the punch bowl. 

He watched the green doors as more of his former classmates filed in, and the DJ started to play Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds to get the party going. Steve huffed a laugh through his nose and shook his head, thinking back to the last time he’d heard that song. He remembered Eddie Munson reenacting the ending scene of The Breakfast Club on the football field nine years ago, after he finally walked the stage with the class of ‘86 and was handed his diploma. He had gotten some of the Hellfire kids to hack the loudspeakers and blast the song so he could live out his John Bender fantasy. Steve pushed the thought out of his head, just like he had trained himself to do anytime Eddie Munson crept into his mind. It had been nine years since he’d last seen the metalhead, since Steve ran out of the woods behind the football field that summer, nauseous and dizzy and paranoid, hoping no one had been hiding in the bushes to witness what had happened. Which was nothing, really – their lips hadn’t even touched – but it was closer than anything Steve could have handled at the time. He never saw Eddie again; rumor was that he had packed up his bags and went to chase his dreams in LA, and Steve decided to go to IU after all, and that was that. Anything that he and Eddie had was left in 1986. At least, that’s what Steve had kept telling himself.

“Harringtooon!” Tommy Hagan yelled through cupped hands, pulling Steve out of his thoughts. Carol was hanging onto his arm, and Steve tried to hide his surprised expression because that was not the couple that he had thought was going to withstand the test of time. 

“Hey, Tommy! Carol!” Steve replied, pulling Tommy into a “bro hug” and giving Carol a pat on her shoulder. “Jesus, it’s been forever. How are you guys?”

“Good, man. Uhm –” Tommy paused and looked over at Carol, a questioning look on his face, and Carol nodded and smiled, her hand coming to rub over her belly as she smoothed her dress against her skin, revealing a barely-there bump. 

“No way!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes growing wide. “Congratulations, guys!”

Tommy waved him off. “Thanks, man.” He pulled Carol into his side and gave her a quick kiss on her temple. Steve felt like he had stepped into an alternate universe, one where Tommy Hagan wasn’t an insufferable asshole and was actually fit to be a father. But he supposed that was what happened when you left your hometown and didn’t come back for nine years; people change even if everything else stays the same. 

He spent a few minutes catching up with Tommy and Carol, who were “the Hagans” now, his eyes occasionally darting to the door to see if anyone else he cared to see had shown up, but most of his closest friends were a grade, if not grades below him. He found himself wishing that Henderson was here. 

“Oh my God,” Carol suddenly snorted, and Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he followed her gaze. “Is that…?”

Steve gulped. “Munson, yeah.”

Tommy’s question of, “What is he even doing here? He wasn’t in our class, was he?” faded to the background as Steve focused in on his former best-friend-turned-crush-turned-stranger. He looked completely different, but exactly the same. His dark curls were pulled back into a ponytail, and he had black rectangle-framed glasses on. He was wearing black slacks and a white dress shirt rolled halfway up his forearms, a black and red tie around his neck that seemed to be the same pattern as the electric guitar he had in high school. His arm tattoos were on full display, which seemed to have tripled in the last decade. Steve’s eyes traveled back to Eddie’s face, his mouth going dry when he realized he had been caught staring. He quickly turned his attention to the cup in his hand, clearing his throat in front of Tommy and Carol.

“I’m, um –” Steve downed the remainder of his drink, hoping it would give him the courage he needed. “I’m gonna go ask what he’s doing here.”

He approached Eddie cautiously, not knowing how he would be received. He hoped nine years had been long enough to squash any remaining awkward tension, but then again, nine years hadn’t erased the thoughts of Eddie from Steve’s mind. He waited for Eddie to finish a conversation with a woman Steve didn’t recognize, before awkwardly clearing his throat once again, willing for Eddie to hear him over the music.

Eddie turned his head slowly, and then, “Steve Harrington, you son of a bitch.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face and Steve’s nerves dissipated almost instantly. 

“Hey, Eds,” Steve grinned back, and suddenly it felt like no time had passed at all.

Eddie huffed a soft laugh. “Haven’t heard that nickname in a long time.” He stared down at the drink in his cup, swirling it around.

Just like that, Steve’s nerves were back. There’s one thing he had forgotten about Eddie — he could be so damn hard to read. “I – um – sorry.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it, Stevie.” 

And now Steve felt like he was going to hurl. No one’s called him Stevie since, well, 1986. He swallowed down some champagne that was threatening to come to the surface along with all the feelings he’d spent a decade ignoring.  

“What – um – what are you doing here?” Steve finally asked. 

Eddie smirked before downing the rest of his drink. “I teach here, believe it or not.”

Steve chuckled. “Right. Or not.” When Eddie’s face remained serious, Steve raised his eyebrows. “You’re kidding. You ?”

“A lot can change in nine years, Harrington.”

“Right — yeah — I mean — I just — they hated you.”

Eddie laughed softly. “That they did. But I was in LA for a few years and it wasn’t for me. Place is a shithole, worse than here, Stevie. Can you believe that? Anyway, uh, well, Wayne wasn’t doing too hot so I moved back to help take care of him and got a job teaching these little shitheads music.”

“And you like it?”

“Love it,” he grinned, and Steve knew he was being genuine. “What about you, Harrington? What have you been up to since…?”

“Right. Uh, well, I went to IU, got a business degree, and now I’m managing a small company in Bloomington. And no, I don’t like it.”

Eddie nodded slowly. “And, uh… wife? Kids?”

Steve snorted. “No.”

“You could always move back to Hawkins, you know.”

“Right. Don’t tempt me, Munson.”

Eddie smiled. “It really is good to see you, Stevie. I’m glad I got guilted into working tonight.” 

Steve blushed and ducked his head. “Yeah, uh, me too. See you around?”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

The reunion seemed to last forever, and if Steve was being honest, he would have left two hours ago if Eddie hadn’t been here. People were finally leaving, though, and without asking if he could, Steve followed suit in picking up everyone’s trash. He knew it would be obvious to Eddie at least, why he was staying back, but he felt himself not caring for the first time in a long time. He wasn’t entirely sure what these feelings were, but he found himself leaning into them instead of pretending that they didn’t exist. Maybe it was because he was older now, or because the world was different, or because he longed for the closure that he never got nine years ago. Or maybe it was all of those things.

He was throwing away a makeshift pyramid of dirty paper plates and plastic cups when Eddie came up beside him. 

“You don’t have to do that, you know. This was your high school reunion.”

Steve chuckled. “I’d feel more at home at your ten year reunion. Or hell, even Henderson’s.” 

“Yeah? You still talk to Buckley? Wheeler? All those other little shitheads?” Eddie asked fondly. 

Steve smiled, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. Henderson and Sinclair are finishing up at IU, actually.”

“I know,” Eddie replied with a grin. “I was their favorite, remember?”

Steve playfully nudged him with his shoulder. “Shut up, Munson. I was there first.”

Eddie chuckled, tying the full trash bag in front of him but leaving it in the bin. “Janitor will come and take the bags out tonight,” he explained. He walked over to the middle of the gym and started up at the ceiling, his hands on his hips. Steve followed his gaze to see green and orange paper streamers haphazardly adorning the rafters.

“Didn’t think that one through, huh?” Steve teased, as he walked up behind Eddie. 

Eddie spun around, mimicking Steve’s question in a voice that sounded not at all like Steve’s.

“Eddie, we’re heading out. Good luck with the streamers — told you it was a bad idea to throw ‘em up there!” the woman who Eddie had been talking to earlier called out, following two other women outside the gymnasium door.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Eddie mumbled back, sending a lazy wave of acknowledgment in their direction. He looked back up at the ceiling and let out a sigh. 

“You don’t have a ladder?” Steve asked.

Eddie shook his head. “Not one that tall.”

Steve nodded, rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands awkwardly stuck in his pockets. With Eddie looking up at the ceiling, Steve could see some tattoos poking up from underneath his shirt collar, and he couldn’t help but wonder what Munson would look like without it on. 

“You okay, Stevie?” Eddie questioned, snapping Steve out of his fantasy before it could progress any further.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Fine.”

Eddie smirked, his brown eyes staring into Steve’s. Steve’s breath hitched as Eddie reached for him, and his eyes followed Eddie’s hand as it pulled a piece of green tinsel from his hair. 

“You’ve had that in your hair for an hour,” Eddie explained.

Steve could feel a warmth creep up into his cheeks as he stared down at the hardwood floor. There was a moment of silence, and then, “What’s your secret, Harrington?”

“What do you mean?” Steve replied. 

“You look even better than you did in high school.” 

Steve chuckled nervously. “Uhm, dunno.” He shrugged, his hands still in his pockets. He looked up hesitantly before returning the compliment. “You, uh, look good too, Eds. Different, but the same.”

Eddie took a small step toward him, leaving minimal space between them. Steve gulped nervously. What was happening?

“You still react the same when I compliment you,” Eddie observed.

“I do?”

“Mhm.”

“Still not used to hearing them, I guess,” Steve replied. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. No, seriously, what was happening?

“That’s a shame,” Eddie said.

“Yeah,” Steve croaked. 

Eddie took a step closer. There were maybe two inches between them now. Steve stared at the man in front of him, his heart in his throat. 

“What about being kissed? Are you used to that, yet?”

Steve could have thrown up. Jesus fucking Christ, was this actually happening? 

“Uhm — y-yeah. I mean, by women. Uhm, but n-not by —”

Eddie smiled sweetly and reached out to tuck a stray hair behind Steve’s ear. 

“We don’t have to, Stevie. If you’re uncomfortable —”

“No! No, I — uhm — I want to,” Steve reassured him.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause it might screw you up forever, Harrington.”

Steve huffed a laugh through his nose. “ Now who’s the cocky — oh .”

Steve felt a lot of things the moment Eddie’s lips met his. Relief that it happened. Regret that it didn’t, all those years ago. He felt everything suddenly fall into place, like despite what he had been telling himself all these years, this was what he had needed all along. His hands came to cup Eddie’s face as he deepened the kiss, wanting more of him, wanting to be closer , even if they couldn’t be any closer if they tried. Not with clothes on, anyway. He felt Eddie’s hand in his hair, the bulge in his slacks, and okay — they should really stop now. But Steve didn’t want to. He wanted to stay like this forever; a bundle of limbs standing in his high school gymnasium with the crush he could never admit to himself. The knot in his stomach turned into fireworks, and yeah… he was screwed. Forever.

[mazm-imagines]

MazM Beta Raoulstine hcs

That's how you can tell I've gone insane... making hc personalities for concept art raoulstines...

They're both very quiet and awkward. Raouls a bit of a reserved rich kid and Christine's kind of a weirdgirl. As children they understood each other without even talking, but as adults they've kinda been forced to communicate, which isn't all that bad but their misunderstandings can sometimes be disastrous. Under it all though, they're very dedicated to each other :3 ride or die couple. also this is a more musical compliant blonde raoul x brunette christine

This raoul is dogboy 100, very talkative. This Christine is a quiet dreamer with her head in the clouds often. Shes prone to dazing away. Raoul is one of the few people that is able to ground her back to reality with his energy and hes more like. Not logical persay but accepts reality, but he doesn't dismiss her as insane or anything hes just like ok theres gotta be a reason for this surely. Sometimes he overwhelms her but she stands her ground. Again ride or die couple. This time it's a more brunette raoul with a blonde christine

[firstprince-ao3feed]

Dreamers of all Ages

by needygoose Alex and Henry take their 4 year old daughter, Mira, to Disney World Words: 2335, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Original Child Character(s) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Disney World & Disneyland, Kid Fic, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Vacation, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Loves Alex Claremont-Diaz, Alex Claremont-Diaz Loves Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Established Relationship, Married Life, Family, Family Fluff, Girl Dads, no beta we die like arthur fox via https://ift.tt/0LWNwzG

[bookns]

Lola! You remind me of the warm gold sun peeking out from behind soft clouds in a purple-streaked sunset. I think of Percy Jackson and the whole wonderful riordanverse when I think of you, and it makes me smile because those books have always been a safe space for me. I think of you and I think of yoyok, I think of wcs, I think of girlhood and loneliness and love and I revel in how lucky I am that the stars aligned for us to meet, two girls with such similar and yet such separate struggles. We’re only a time zone away. You’ve never had Raising Cane’s. I was looking for a new duvet cover online yesterday, and the prettiest one I found (and the one I want to get) was was white with blue ribbons embroidered onto it. Ribbons make me think of you. I see a rose, I see flowers, I see books with lovely covers, I go to my local library and I remember you. You’re the first person I’d tell if I ever did get a job working with books. Footage of the eras tour, listening to Taylor Swift, listening to Maisie Peters- it all comes back to you. I sit waiting for my mom to come pick me up after school and it reminds me of when you wrote that lovely paragraph about me after CIBH came out. My phone died right after, and I was left smiling in disbelief and gratitude and happiness on a school bench. This {💜} reminds me of you. I see the word “darling”, I make a friendship bracelet, I see something purple, and it’s all you. You’re wonderful and lovely and I want to meet you someday and give you the warmest and most caring hug because you deserve it, you really do. xx Maia

I have been waiting till I can properly sit down and reply to this because, holy shit this is the most anyone, on this blog and otherwise has ever written about me.

Knowing how much you love the sky (bestie you have a sky as your wallpaper which says EVERYTHING) so the fact that I remind you of a purple sunset (which you know is my favorite). I love that my safe spaces that were Percy, Annabeth and Silena became yours. I hope you know that I use your photos of yoyok, wcs, my 'vibe' (which I been told that is actually accurate). and CIBH - the fact that you love can I be him s much as I do. I have been working on it for so long, and no one has supported m like you have. I'm not kidding - in my daily life only one person knows I'm Lola (@crystalheart11 hiiii) and no oe knows what can I be him. they know its fanfiction at best and at worst they think I'm writing a novel. you've seen it - my favorite songs are fucking yoyok and you are in love so you KNOW I have been spending my whole life putting it into words. Maia, we became friends under unlikely circumstances. We were girls growing at different planets practically (even if it is only a few hundred miles) but with you being Maia and me being Lola - we came together and I know we will grow to see each other. So much of me is so similar to you. and I'll tell you something - sometimes when I post stuff I know wont get any reblogs, or likes in the back of my mind I think Maia will like it. I don't have to worry. and sure enough you, and a bunch of my other dear darlings like some of my own favorite posts. "Ribbons make me think of you. I see a rose, I see flowers, I see books with lovely covers, I go to my local library and I remember you" Do You ACTUALLY WANT ME TO CRY. We are so timeless coded you know that. that even in a different life we be friends at least thats what I'd like to think. I'm so glad I was the first person you ever told about your dream! we are day girl dreamers together with books in our hands and ribbons in our hair. Maia, here's a secret: I have this section of my diary called 'I did it moments' and so many moments about you are in that. The day you became my beta, the day you told me you wanted chapter 2 of Can I Be Him (ITS COMING I PROMISE). Hell, even my friends (yes the same 'friends from home who don't know what to say) know you. well rather, the 'fan' who is always blowing up my phone' (their words not mine). To me, your such huge part of this blog and therefore me. You keep me smiling because you respond - and your just as girlie as I am and you laugh and you make me laugh and sometimes when I read them at lunch surrounded by people, I feel less alone. No one deserves a hug besides you my favorite darling. I can not wait till we are older, and we will meet each other one day I am almost sure of it.

to my favorite darling: you mean the world to me (or rather the sky)(I WILL always see the sky and think of you)

XOXO Lola <3

[gardengnosticator]

like when i think of a good quality homestuck plush line i'm thinking like build a bear tier. each kid and beta troll, at least three outfits (default, dreamer, god tier) with special ones as like rare ones from blindbags like scalemate boxers terezi or maid equius

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

A Family of Dreamers

A Family of Dreamers by LawfulGoodChaos

After settling into his new, somewhat unconventional family, Izuku finds the chance to rekindle an old dream. After all, it's tough out there for a quirkless kid, so might as well pick the most competitive career path possible. With a little help, and a handful of lies, Izuku sets his sights on the UA entrance exam, heroics, and the possibility of someday taking down his father.

Words: 5047, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of A Lot Happened on Rooftops

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nedzu, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Izuku goes to Therapy, Past Child Abuse, Dadzawa, Dadmic, Dead Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku Gets A Hug, Adopted Midoriya Izuku, Mentor Nedzu, Midoriya Izuku Has a Knife, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Forced Villain Midoriya Izuku, Mentioned Sensei | All For One, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Izuku's Parent, Mentioned Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, the baby boy is kind of a mess, and spends this fic actively trying to fix that, no beta we die like sir nighteye, Quirkless Discrimination

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45425509

[dirtypuzzlewrites]

Fanfic Masterpost

My name is DP, and this is an 18+ blog in that you might encounter some NSFW or explicit writing and a lot of gore/body horror/guts on the outside lovingly described from time to time.

I write for: Naruto, DC, ATLA, SPN, BNHA, BTS/kpop, Teen Wolf, SW (mostly prequel/EU/Clone Wars), and CR1. I'm open to most things and the list will eventually expand. (Anything colored I actually have published. Everything else is in the drafts.)

If you'd like to ask me to alpha or beta, send me a DM and we can chat. Depending on what you're looking for and how long the fic is, I'm more than happy to consider it!

Published Works Under the Cut:

Spillover series - post-Kamino AU - WIP - 4/?

Things never could’ve stayed the same after Kamino. All Might didn’t simply pass on his legacy; his retirement created an event horizon that neither Midoriya nor Bakugou could return from. This time, however—for this point of no return—they have adults willing to intervene on their behalf. [Or: A hospital visit changes things for the great.] This is a series of one-shots that explores a bit more adult intervention without taking the characters out of the action. Very hurt/comfort, very Talking Through Your Shit.

Go Back On and Make Good series - Time Travel AU - WIP - 1/5

“Duty will ask all of you for everything, if only so that someone will give it. Pray to the gods that it isn’t you and accept my pity if it is. Because it is pitiful, and no one will let you forget it.” (The real story of Kakashi Hatake is written down, sealed, and stored in its entirety at the back of the Hokage’s wartime bunker. Konoha’s Rokudaime becomes a figure of legend. No one knows their name, their face, or when they became Hokage, but no one else is allowed to hold the title. Rumor has it that they were a past Hokage brought back to life. They don’t realize how right they are.) Massive 5-part Naruto Peggy-Sue. I started this years ago and am still in the process of cleaning up the first fic so I can continue it. It's not dead, but it hasn't been updated in a while. I swear I will get there lmfao.

Heist Me Up - Canon Compliant? AU? idk - WIP - 1/?

It starts, like most of Ochako’s better ideas do, as a bout of envious window shopping. Shouto would like to state for the record, though, that he was on board from the word go, and is always down to break the law. He just figured that he could help Ochako snag a few goodies along the way. The Hero Commission stuff and the finding family stuff, well. He’s still processing it. Ochako just laughs and ropes Izuku’s mom into filing the lawsuits because they’re both nice like that. Crack fics that explore a chaotic Ochako & Shouto brOTP.

How We Win the War - Modern Magic AU - WIP - 6/?

Namjoon lives in transition. Always in the now, the present that never looks back and never plans for tomorrow. He’ll do anyone a favor for a price and only comes up for air in the niches he scatters around the globe. He doesn’t want a coven. He lives in-between and eyes forward. [Or: Namjoon needs a new apothecary. The coven that runs it won’t seem to leave him alone.] Inspired by Up We Go by Oh_Hey_Tae. (Definitely go read that.) This fic has entirely gotten away from me, and the hours spent on research hopefully doesn't go to waste.

To Steal Our Seoul - Modern AU - WIP - 1/?

You’ve heard success stories, you’ve heard the tales of bright-eyed kids making it big on nothing but faith and ramen noodles, clutching a dream tighter than they ever did their sense. But do you have time for the failures? Time for the deep crevasse of those that slipped on the ice and fell through the mile-deep cracks? Sometimes we need sacrificial lambs, not heroes. State secrets aren’t so secret anymore, and a handful of dreamers are going to get sucked in and never find their way back out. They can’t let their Seoul die, not when it took so much blood to find it in the first place. “Bearing that in mind, the question which remains to us is this: what is humanity? What do we have to do to keep humanity as one thing and not another?”—Han Kang, ‘Human Acts’ Stand-alone fic for BTS/Mamamoo. Modern AU with a bit of a twist. Gets really political and fucky, though I've only got one chapter out right now. Also heavy on research.

Sworn and Razed - Anakin Has a Twin!AU - WIP - 1/?

Tatooine is where memory goes to die. The galaxy leaves junk in their sand to never be dug up again, including the bones of Outer Rim slaves. Her father—a man Mama has never talked about—has no grave and no name, no stone or marked plot like the dead on real planets do. Lukka shears the flesh from bones when His sands rip across the horizon, the only vulture His winds. Mama tells them early on how it is: your name is your memory, and you’re remembered as long as there are folks that still say it. Don’t forget the names of the people you love; don’t forget; don’t forget; you won’t forget Mama, will you, Tan-Tan? Zeynatan will have a grave even if it’s the last thing she does, even if she has to dig up a thousand tons of rock. Nobody will forget her name; they’ll have to write it into their history books and carve it into their marble statues. Obi-Wan Kenobi left her in the desert to be forgot. Took her brother away from her. Surely hoped the twin suns would burn away her memory, her spite, her rage. And Obi-Wan Kenobi will die for it. Based on the tumblr post by @/wizardarchetypes's childhood OFC.