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[faestolemythoughts]

More Stardew hcs 🌸💚

Sam/Seb

Slight TW, boys smokin the devils lettuce

-Sam has a tendency to fall asleep literally anywhere. Wether it’s on the floor, outside somehow, or most often.. Seb’s bed.

When I say Seb’s bed though, it’s hardly ever in a normal position. He usually falls asleep mid-game, slumping against the wall or hanging halfway off or (Seb’s absolute favorite) sprawled out across the entire already small bed.

Sebastian never notices until it’s too late. He’s always too focused in whatever video game they’re playing, only looking over when Sam stops replying to whatever he’s saying. Every time it happens he wants to be mad, he really does. He just can’t seem to be irritated when Sam looks like that when he sleeps. He’d die before he ever told Sam that he looks pretty when he sleeps.

It’s always a chore to shove Sam (the heaviest sleeper sebs ever fucking seen) aside so he can lay in his own bed.

They’d both be lying if they said they never ended up against each other.. because it’s warm of course.

Let’s just say Abby’s found them like that countless times. She has the pictures to prove it.

-The first time Sam wants to try smoking with Seb (not cigarettes 🍃) Is after a particularly bad day with his family. They’re around 17-18. Senior year. Kent keeps getting on him about college and other bullshit he wants no part in. His mom won’t stop agreeing with him. He’s sick of it. He needs.. well, weed.

Barging into Sebs room eyes immediately on the dark blue glass piece, Seb can tell something’s wrong.

“I need you to give me that.” Sam huffs. Motioning at the bong.

Sebastian almost laughs. He would’ve if it weren’t for the look on Sam’s face that’s really telling him he really does need to unwind.

“You sure? Don’t wanna talk?”

“Just- pack it or whatever it’s called.”

Sebastian hastily does what he’s told. He’s fighting himself and definitely feels like a horrible influence right now. But Sam’s a grown man and can make his own choices, so he hands the bong to Sam, tucking the bowl pack in his pocket.

they make their way up to the top of the hill, veering right of the spa near the train tunnels, knowing damn well they can’t do this anywhere near the house. As they make the 10 minute or so walk, Sam finally starts talking.

“I really wish my mom would be on my side one time.”

Seb motions for Sam to take the bong out of his jacket where it had been conveniently hidden from anyone’s sight.

“Want me to show you how?”

“I fucking know how.”

Eyebrows raised Seb just sets in the bowl piece and tosses Sam the lighter.

“Okay.”

Sam definitely doesn’t know how. His first try he doesn’t put his mouth right against the glass, not creating a suction therefore getting no smoke. A very familiar bitch face from Seb is accompanied with a tsk noise and an eye roll.

“Let me show you before you waste all my weed.” Seb reaches a hand out, grabbing the glass while still in Sam’s hands, guiding it closer to his mouth. “Put it all the way against your face so air can’t get in.”

He takes the lighter from Sam’s hands, suddenly acutely aware of the fact that their hands are overlapping. He keeps it there though.

“I’m gonna light it for you, you ready?”

Sam nods, making eye contact, a sliver of nervousness and.. something else Seb can’t quite make out on his face. Sebastian flicks the lighter and Sam seemingly knows to start to breathe in. He lets the glass fill up about half way with smoke, then takes the metal piece out, letting Sam breathe it in.

He thinks the kid is just about going to die with how hard he coughs. He lets himself laugh this time, smacking him on the back telling him the burning will pass.

“Fuck- how do you- do that so often?” Sam manages between coughs.

“You get used to it. Promise. Tell me if you don’t feel right. We can go home.”

“I don’t really.. feel anything. When does it like kick in?” He clears his throat, which now feels a little strange.

“Give it a second.” Seb mumbles.

Upon realizing he hadn’t gotten a hit of his own, Sebastian takes the bong from Sam’s hands, taking a long hit of his own, puffing the smoke. Sam watches as the smoke fades away all around them, feeling different than before.

He watches as Sebastian’s face relaxes, a little jealous that it seems to have a sudden affect on him.

“Can I have another one?” He asks.

“Jesus, Sammy. Thought you’d be a lightweight.” Sebastian hands him the bong again. “One more. After that wait a few minutes.”

Sebastian lights it again for him, making sure he doesn’t get way too much smoke. Sam coughs for another minute again.

Sebastian takes another hit himself, gently setting the glass on a flat piece of earth where he hopes it won’t tip.

They sit in silence for a while after that. Just watching the lights of the valley flicker on as the sunlight starts to fade. He almost thinks Sam might be immune to marijuana until he hears little giggles coming from beside him.

“You ever notice how when Kent gets mad that little vein in his neck really pops out.” Sam laughs.

Sebastian can’t help but laugh out loud. Fuck his neck vein really does pop out. Sam is definitely high.

“You feeling good there buddy?” Seb asks, which just makes them both crack right up again.

“I can’t believe you hid this from me this entire time.” Sam huffs, faking dramatics.

“You could’ve just asked, dipshit.”

“I think I might love weed.”

Sebastian makes the critical mistake of looking over at Sam who looks.. so fucking pretty. His puffy red eyes, his slightly strewn hair and his dopey little smile.

Fuck. This is not good. Weed isn’t supposed to make your best friends lips look so.. interesting.. yeah that’s the right word, interesting. Seb rips his eyes from sam, staring at the grass blade he’s picking at.

“You should bring me up here more. The stars are so much brighter than in town.”

God. This kid might actually be the death of Sebastian.

Sam lays back on the cool grass that’s now a little bit damp, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’ll be itchy later but it’s well worth the feeling he has right now. His legs feel like bubbles and he just wants to laugh. Whatever bullshit he was mad over just seems funny now. And god the stars are so damn bright. What if he could just touch them. They look like they’d feel fuzzy… he feels fuzzy.

He turns his head to the right, starting up at Sebastian who’s resting his head on his propped up knee. For some reason he wants to reach out and touch Sebastian, too. His hair looks like it feels so soft. Seb catches him starting but Sam can’t bring himself to feel embarrassed.

Sam really wishes he could put a word to what this feels like and why really really wants to be closer to him. Maybe it’s just the weed, though. Definitely just the weed.

[mothbonezart]

here’s a mini Goldenheart comic because these two have been on my mind recently

[elliesbelle]

messed around and made an audio of ellie and joel’s conversation in chapter 13 of my “nobody compares to you” series!!

yes i made it extra, extra cheesy by adding the instrumental of the lizzy mcalpine song “where do i go” in the background, shut up

[xylathesilkwing]

Incorrect Control Twitter Posts

[emily-mooon]

Nancy Wheeler the shoujo manga protagonist you are what with your love triangle and everything about you my pookie <3

[sweetlywriting]

If possible can you do an angst with floyd leech where you're dating him and he used to call you 'shrimpy' until prefect comes and he starts calling them shrimpy while losing interest in you and eventually ends things with you.

You can do whatever ending but ive just had this in my mind for soooo long😭😭😭😭

If you cant do it then its totally ok!!

Washed away

Floyd Leech x Reader (Fluff to Angst)

A/N-Tysm for this request!! I loved this idea so much let me know if you have more! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope it’s okay that I started it off fluffy I feel it makes the angst hit harder 😭

You were dazing off in history class, when suddenly professor Trein asks you a question about Savannaclaws next ruler. Seeing your sheepish look he sighs moves on to ask a different student. Happy the embarrassment was only a second you lean back in your chair with a sigh, only to be met with a whisper in your ear.

“It was Cheka Kingscholar, shrimpy”

You whip around to see the Leech brothers behind you, infamously tall and terrifying. Though from the coy taunting voice you could tell it was Floyd. The embarrassment began to trickle back in again as you heard snickers over the nickname. You huffed and stared at the clock on the wall, willing the class to finally be over. Eventually it was, though Floyd’s name calling did not. In lunchtime, the halls, the classes you shared it was never ‘y/n’ just ‘shrimpy’, and it never failed to infuriate you.

One day, after lots of frustration and the desperate thought that he’d be calling you shrimpy til senior year, you finally spooned up the courage to catch up with him after class and ask why he had assigned the odd nickname.

“I just think shrimp are cute” He said shrugging one shoulder and giving you a grin, as though it was the most casual thing in the world.

You felt embarrassed again . . . but maybe for different reasons this time.

“You should come to the maestro lounge sometime, I’ll give you a special deal on shrimp” He said throwing you a wink and flashing you his sharp toothed smile before walking off.

Huh’ you mused ‘maybe I will.’

***

You hummed softly next to your boyfriend as he continued to snore, leaning on your shoulder in his seat. The entrance ceremony was long and Crowley certainly seemed to like the sound of his own droning voice. Being second years the formalities were very much familiar and very much boring to you. Only the occasional game of ‘who can bother Jade the most’, watching the hyper first years scramble around, and seeing Floyd in the classic Octanville robes made the ceremony bearable for the first couple hours. As you started to consider also sleeping in your seat with Floyd an odd gray and blue ball of fur zipped past you with various students chasing after it.

I wonder what’s going on “ you mused lazily, unknowing that this was the beginning of realationships unravel. Your interest started to perk at the scene of dorm wardens joining the chase. Floyd opened his eyes and tilted his head curiously at the sight of the person holding the little gray creature.

“Who do you think that is shrimpy?”

***

With the start of classes and busy beginning of Nightraven college you quickly forgot about the ceremony, and person they called the ‘prefect’ who was rumored to be magicless. Though Floyd seemed to know them well. It truly didn’t bother you at first, you were glad he was making more friends, but it seemed the closer Floyd got to the prefect, the farther he fled from you.

“This is a partner project. I expect a quality presentation on how Scarbia’s climate contributes to its cultural and political systems” Professor Trein announced to the class. Well at least it was a partner project so you could work with-

“Let’s be partners shrimpy”

You froze. It was Floyd’s voice, but it wasn’t directed towards you. He was looking up from his seat behind you smiling at the prefect as they laughed and agreed. You swallowed and swiftly turned back to your own seat, staring at your desk and trying to blink back tears. He didn’t even look at you. and shrimpy was your name!

You flinched feeling a gloved hand from behind on your shoulder, and turned ready to give Floyd a piece of your mind-only to see Jade.

“We can work together y/n” He said a mixture of apology and concern on his face.

“Alright.” You muttered turning back away, not wanting the pity but appreciating the gesture.

***

‘Meet me at the maestro’

It had been so long since Floyd had actually asked to go on a date with you and you were beyond thrilled. Obviously the whole situation with the prefect had been a misunderstanding and he was finally taking the initiative to make it up to you! You dressed well, choosing his favorite colors of turquoise and purple with extravagant pearl and shell accessories while reminiscing on your first date the maestro lounge. Back then he had reserved the entire place for you two, wanted you to try everything, and constantly made you laugh. You held close to that memory as a place of hope, and were ecstatic it was finally paying off.

You slipped out of your dorm as the clock struck twelve and quietly snuck into the lounge.

An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach as you entered, the whole place was dark with all the tables and chairs pushed to the side. ‘Maybe not a dinner date?’ You thought, pulling out two chairs and deciding to wait for him.

After what felt like forever you could finally make out a tall silhouette walking over to you-but flinching back seeing your fancy attire. He didn’t lean over you the way he used too, constantly craning his neck to look at what you were doing, or playfully poke at your hair or nip at your ear. He brooded in his chair, leaning back with an uncomfortable expression and his hands both firmly stuck in his pockets.

Only the two of you and the gentle sound of water remained.

“I’m always going to care about you y/n, but I don’t . . . feel for you anymore” He said this simply. The same simple way he would say ‘I love you’ ‘let me do it for you’ ‘this reminded me of you’. The same simple way he’d gently tug at your hair to get your attention, he’d squeeze your hand tightly in crowds as if afraid to let go, and carefully he held your heart in his hands.

His love and indifference looked so similar but felt so different. You wanted to vomit.

Eventually you did. But not before the crying. Heaving sobs filled the silent room as you brought your knees up to bury your face in. He tried to reach you, saying some words that sounded like apologies but quickly left as you vehemently yelled for him to go.

You felt footsteps and were ready to yell at Floyd to leave again but were surprised to see Jade carrying a box of tissues and a folder.

“I told him not to do that here.” He grimaced seeing your face and pushed the box of tissues towards you.

“I just wanted to let you know I finished the presentation, and I put your lines in that folder, I didn’t want you to worry about the project on top of er-this” Jade said warily, as he began to walk back out wanting to give you space.

“Was it because of the prefect?” Your voice was quiet and strained but impossible to not hear in the still room.

Jade didn’t turn around but nodded, sealing your fate as a new round of your sobs mixed with the fading sound of footsteps. 

[atlasishere]

something something….the inherent intimacy of teaching someone how to properly take care of themself only to lose them and when they return learn they couldn’t use any of the skills you taught them bc it hurt too much to think about you after leaving

[discodrift]

Yeesssssss I LOVE morally gray pretty snake women give me more of her

[paul-ster]

I like applying the Curtis brothers dynamic to my siblings and seeing all the similarities. BUT THE DIFFERENCES!?!?

My sister once tried to put me in a damn trash can when i was a baby. Now we are like Sodapop and Ponyboy but like wtf???

[fluffypotatey]

Had a dream about shadowpeach, but most importantly red string shadowpeach from your fic. The main thing that S5, when shadowpeach were reaching to hold hands, their string started glowing (like still a mess, with holes and held together with a few strings. But glowing).

WAHHHH OH MY GOD!!!!!! oh that’s so cool and so jealous of your dream. a very fascinating concept

[cluelessbees]

I was looking through the GQ archive through my uni’s database and I found these nuggets!

[theinternetarchivist]

TGS Gravity Falls crossover headcanons

-Jasper and the mystery twins would get along great. Dipper would probably be fascinated by Jasper’s- werewolfness, and Mabel would just love the whole werewolf part to it all… she can completely relate to Rachel in that aspect.

-Speaking of which, Rachel loves the mystery twins. Absolutely adores them, their sibling dynamic may or may not bring a tear to her eyes not that she would ever show that.

-I’d I’m honest, most of the lodgers would like the mystery twins, and that feeling would be mutual on both sides. I mean, an entire building dedicated to REAL mysteries and ‘magic’ (science)??? Oh Mabel and Dipper couldn’t get enough of it.

-The twins often find themselves exploring every corner of the society, fascinated on how it is about 100x bigger on the inside.

-Lanyon… just wants to get them home. He’s kind of indifferent to them, and is more so worried about Jekyll taking in two rambunctious young teenagers even if temporarily. He’s of course not actively mean to them, in fact he rarely sees them.

-Jekyll likes them both, he appreciates their fascination for rogue science, but he must admit he is a bit worried on how persistent they are in discovering all the secrets the society holds… he realizes he has to keep them at a distance. Thankfully, the lodgers seem to be doing a great job at distracting them.

-I have a headcanon that Hyde would sound a bit like Bill Cipher but… not so much of a double voice. So going with this headcanon, the twins meeting Hyde was definitely a jumpscare. Some blonde guy calling himself ‘the spirit of London at night’ with a taste for chaos… yeah they’re kinda scared of him. Hyde on the other hand finds the twins very funny, and he is rather amused in the theories they’ve made about Hyde.

-Dipper or Mabel probably off-handedly mentioned possession or something of the sorts in relation to Jekyll & Hyde. Jekyll probably heard and had a minor heart attack.

[its-malarkey]

Death Mark animatic Death Mark animatic Death Madk animatic (this is a call for help. Someone make me do it)

[vincey-wincey]

fearful oc posting

uhh this is a genderbend of one of my ocs, Samuel. Her name is Samantha 👍

behave. You know you you are.

[emily-mooon]

Jancy is going to be endgame for two reasons:

1. Steven was the first person Nancy dated and following some love triangle tropes, the first person the tip of the love triangle dates is not the person they end up with

2. They did a trope reversal and made Steven the second male lead and Jonathan the male lead when in the beginning, it seemed like the other way around

Thank you for coming to my short TED Talk

[endersdead]

starting to think that this might actually be real trauma memories popping up & not just awful intrusive thoughts like i was hoping it was 😬😔 i feel sick