#making music for themself for once

[shreddheir]

The new Acht art is a parallel of their first album cover I’m gonna CRY.

I’m frustrated that the only posts of mine that get reblogs are low effort. Please go look at my art.

[thinkingstoned]

currently hearing my housemate talking in the other room. which would be fine, exceept i am Also hearing our *neighbor* talking through the wall opposiite Same Time

i am viibrating into orbit

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Ethan Landry fingering you for the first time and…overstimulating you 💞

Just imagine the first time that your boyfriend Ethan fingers you. Ethan is sitting on your bed, his head comfortably resting on your pillows while you’re snuggled between his legs with your back against his chest. It had started off slowly, Ethan doing his best to learn how to please you, to make you let out the prettiest sounds just for him and only him. His fingers tentatively danced over your covered pussy, testing the waters as he just let the pads of his fingers trace over your panties in silence. Just feeling the delicate lace of your pink panties under his soft skin was already making Ethan feel way too tight in his jeans but today was only about you and your pleasure. After some time his soft gestures turned more ardent. His fingers massaging your clit through your panties as little moans could be heard in the room, making your eyes close at the pure feeling of pleasure your sweet boyfriend was offering you. It wasn't long before Ethan could feel a damp spot beneath his moving fingers as the circles he was tracing along your pussy lips held more neediness from him.

« Can I take these off, please baby ? », Ethan asked you with a gentle voice as he slightly played with the pink material of your panties. When you nodded, you could feel without seeing him, the smile that appeared on Ethan’s face as he removed the damped panties from your legs. When his right hand returned to their favorite place between your opened thighs, caressing your wet cunt slowly, Ethan felt bashful and whimpered at how much he had turned you on. He had no idea he could do this…and just the thought that he was the one making your little pussy glisten with arousal was making his head spin as a blush tinted his cheekbones a pretty pink.

Ethan’s fingers found your clit easier than you thought, almost instinctively, as he started drawing firmer circles around the bundle of nerves, occasionally dipping his fingers down to gather some of your wetness. By dint of repeating these movements, your boyfriend found himself more and more curious to stick something in you, letting his fingers lingers above your hole that was clenching around nothing.

« Can I finger you, p-please ? », Ethan asked with a flustered tone, almost innocent, a tone that was making you weak in the knees, his actions nearly making you doubt if he really was a virgin, his hesitant yet needy words starting to make you lightheaded.

As an answer, you took his free hand in yours to intertwine your fingers with his and kissed his knuckles with a nod.

Ethan slid a finger in your warm hole, soon after adding a second one as he wasn’t patient enough, he wanted - needed- to give you more pleasure, to feel more of you in this intimate moment. Ethan pressed a few kisses on your flushed face, along your jaw and neck, covering any patch of skin his mouth could reach with affectionate and reassuring kisses that quite contrasted with the way his fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a strong pace. His fingers could reach what you couldn’t and fill what your fingers could normally not, it was too much and not enough all at once as your hold on his hand tightened with moans slipping from your mouth, a music for Ethan’s ears as he focused all his attention on you. His lips did not stop from kissing you as his fingers quickly brought you to one of the best orgasm you’ve ever had, as you let out a cry of your boyfriend’s name when his thumb brushed over your sensitive clit. You sighed in a dreamy and drowsy state as you tried to breathe back to normal when his movements started to slow down.

But Ethan’s mind was elsewhere…too lost in the feeling of your twitching hole as his fingers sloppily dragged themself in and out of your warm and sopping pussy. Ethan’s gaze was dark and his pupils blown wide, his mouth slightly opened as he looked over your shoulder to observe with attention the way his fingers continually disappeared in you. You tried to grab his hand when he started to overstimulate you but Ethan had another idea in mind. Your boyfriend grabbed your knees to put them across his muscular thighs, holding you there, nicely opened for his corrupted eyes to see.

« Please, baby… just one more time… just want to make you feel good a-again… and again. », Ethan murmured into your ear breathlessly as he was already thrusting his fingers into your quivering puffy cunt.

•

By the time Ethan’s fingers were pushing in and out of you in a way that was making your eyes roll back into your head, you were almost drooling on yourself as your boyfriend continued to play with your poor overstimulated pussy in the comfort of his strong arms holding you. Loud squelching noises could be heard in your room as you squeezed your eyes shut and bit your bottom lip to try containing your obscene whines and whimpers of pleasures that kept on coming out of your mouth.

Ethan stayed focused on what he was doing while his chin was carefully resting on top of your right shoulder, his eyes engraving every little detail that he found important. Which movement was making you sing the prettiest moan ? Which angle was making you tremble in his arms ? Or which spot he kissed was making you hold his hand tighter ? Ethan’s thumb came circling back up on your sensitive clit as the pretty boy couldn’t contain his little moans close to your ear at this lewd moment he was sharing with his precious girlfriend, a scene that it was hard for him to admit he adored almost more than anything else.

After you came on his fingers for the second time, your body trembling in his embrace, it took you some time to breathe back to normal or to even comprehend where you were, too focused on the sensation of your climax still tingling your lower tummy. All you could sense was Ethan’s lips that covered your skin in featherlight kisses to slowly ease you down from your strong orgasm.

« You were so perfect… », Ethan murmured with a proud smile in the crook of your neck, the tip of his ears a deep shade of red with his usual shyness that he couldn’t contain even after making you see stars with his fingers. The man was definitely a mystery, you thought in your head with an inward giggle.

Ethan slowly removed his fingers from your warmth, making you whine quietly as you now felt empty. Ethan, with his chin still resting over your shoulder, looked with interest at the way his fingers glistened with your cum. His cheek brushed against yours as your boyfriend tentatively inched his soiled fingers towards your opening mouth to make you taste yourself, softly massaging your tongue with your juices. After a moment, Ethan removed his fingers from your mouth that was still connected to his fingers with a string of saliva, just to get a taste himself as he quietly moaned around his fingers at the new sensation.

Ethan then tightly hugged you protectively to his chest from behind, your thighs still trembling lightly in his loving embrace as his puppy eyes looked down at you.

With this position, you were now able to feel the damp spot on his jean sticking to your bare ass, revealing to you how Ethan had cummed into his pants just from giving you pleasure.

« Fuck, you’ve really bewitched me, my sweet angel… », he murmured with dreamy eyes as his hands tightened their holds on your waist possessively. Ethan kissed your lips with passion before he laid his forehead against yours when you turned around to caress his jaw.

This was supposed to be a blurb but this pretty man is haunting my days and dreams. I’m just too fucking inspired by him its not even funny anymore - I love him sm, god help me, I need to be sedated asap. 🤭

💗 Ethan Landry Masterlist 💗

[gdinthehouseee]

Spotlight: KANG DAESUNG x READER

summary: as a backup dancer, you never expected to be paired with daesung for an intimate duet, but the chemistry between you is undeniable.

word count: 4994

tags: fluff; the guys relentless teasing

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Rehearsals are in full swing. The room filled with the sounds of music and the shuffle of feet as everyone quickly stretches and cools down before the rest of the grueling day ahead. You’re used to this kind of thing by now, being a main backup dancer for BigBang was no easy job. Yet, today, there’s an unspoken tension in the air. Especially when the choreographer hurriedly walks back in, a clipboard in hand, eyes scanning the room.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” They announce, clapping to get everyone's attention. “Today, we’re going to be pairing some of you up: we’ve got something special for this performance, so let’s make sure it’s perfect.”

You glance around at the other dancers, your mind wandering, trying to predict who would be a good fit for each of the guys. You were used to being grouped with the rest of the dancers, or at the very least you’d be paired with another one. What were you even performing? Naturally, you were waiting for this part to be over and done with. Needless to say you snapped out of whatever deep thinking you were doing when you realised the room had fallen dead silent, with the choreographer stood right in front of you.

“Daesung,” was all they said.

“Sorry?” You mumbled sheepishly. 

“You’re partnered with Daesung.” They sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose, clearly fed up of repeating themself. “Go stand with him before I change my mind. We don’t have time for whatever this is.”

Choosing to ignore their snappy tone, you seek your new partner out. He’s standing alone near the mirrors, towel draped around his neck, his fingers idly tapping against his water bottle. Waiting. Looking directly at you. For a second, the world inside the practice room shrinks, the steady hum of conversation fading into the background. Daesung blinks, clearly processing the pairing, and then his lips part slightly, as if he’s about to say something but thinks better of it. Instead, a slow, hesitant smile tugs at the corner of his mouth—warm, but laced with something unreadable. Why does everything feel so unreal today? 

You swallow, suddenly hyperaware of the way his gaze lingers, searching yours as if silently asking, “are we really doing this?” And even though you nod and step forward like it’s nothing, your pulse betrays you, hammering in your ears with the quiet, undeniable truth—this feels different. Your eyes lock with his for a brief second, and you return an awkward smile. He has always been easy-going and fun to work with, but something about this pairing feels… different. You shrug it off and make your way toward him, trying to shake off the sudden butterflies in your stomach.

“So, we’re dancing together.” You say, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

Daesung grins, trying to appear calm, but you can see the glint of uncertainty in his eyes. “I’m looking forward to it,” is all he says back, his voice unusually quieter. 

He cracks a small smile, but there's a hint of nervous energy in his tone. You’ve never really had the chance to work closely with him in this way, and something about it feels a little more intense than usual. But it’s just choreography, right?

Once they were done assigning pairs, the choreographer starts demonstrating the routine. The music kicks in, and you both watch intently. It’s slow, sensual, and… intimate. A little too intimate, actually.

As the moves begin to take shape, you realize the steps are going to involve a lot more contact than you were prepared for—hands on waists, close body positioning, and moments where the line between professional and personal starts to blur. There’s an undeniable chemistry in the movement, one that you’re not sure how to handle just yet.

“Okay,” the choreographer says, gesturing for you and Daesung to step up. “Let’s see you try it.”

You and Daesung exchange a glance before stepping into position, but neither of you is quite sure how to begin. The first few moves are awkward, as you both try to stay in sync, but as the choreography continues, you can feel your bodies getting closer. His hand gently touches your waist, sending a spark of heat through your skin.

He hesitates, clearly unsure of how to maintain that professional distance. You can sense it—he’s a little unsure of how to pull off the intimacy without crossing some kind of boundary.

“Just follow my lead,” Daesung says, his hand now resting firmly on your lower back.

You nod, a little flustered by how natural it feels when you move together. The routine has a certain grace to it, but the closeness is making your heart beat faster. You try to focus, to keep it professional, but every time his touch lingers a little too long, it’s like the room gets warmer.

“Let’s add a little more fluidity here,” the choreographer instructs, and the next move requires you to twirl into Daesung’s arms, your chest brushing against his. It’s supposed to be graceful, but the reality of it feels far more intense than anything rehearsed in front of a mirror.

You step back, trying to hide the blush rising on your cheeks. You notice Daesung is a little flustered too, his gaze darting down to avoid eye contact. His hand on your waist feels heavier now, more intentional, and you realize you’re both trying to avoid looking at each other too much.

“Maybe we should… uh, try it again?” Daesung says, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle.

“Alright,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. “We’ve got this.”

You try to act as normal as possible, but the choreography is only making the air feel charged with something unspoken. His touch feels too warm, his presence too close, and neither of you seems ready to acknowledge how much chemistry is building between you with every step. The music starts again, and you both move through the routine with more familiarity now, but the problem isn’t the steps—it’s everything else. The way his breath brushes against your temple when he dips you. The way your hands find the solid planes of his chest as he guides you back up. The way his grip tightens—just slightly—when your bodies align too perfectly.

And then comes the part that always throws you off. The turn. The moment you spin into him, and he catches you, your back against his chest, your arms instinctively reaching up to hold onto him.

Only this time, something goes wrong.

You don’t know if you miscalculated the movement or if Daesung hesitated, but instead of smoothly transitioning into the next step, your balance wavers. Before you can even react, his arms tighten around you, keeping you from stumbling. For a moment, neither of you move.

Your breathing is uneven, your hands gripping onto his forearms, your body molded against his in a way that feels far too intimate for a rehearsal. His chest rises and falls against your back, and when you glance up, you catch his reflection in the mirror—his jaw clenched, gaze locked onto where his hands rest against your sides.

Then, just as the moment stretches too long—

“You know,” he muses, his voice taking on a teasing lilt. “If you wanted me to hold you, you could’ve just asked.”

You scoff, stepping away as he releases you. “You’re the one who didn’t let go.”

Daesung presses a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Excuse me, I was saving you. A true hero doesn’t hesitate in times of crisis.” He flashes a bright smile, effortlessly slipping back into his usual playful nature.

From the corner of the room, someone whistles.

“Wooow,” Ji-yong drawls, leaning against the wall with an exaggerated smirk. “Did you save her, Daesung? Or were you just looking for an excuse to hold on a little longer?”

A snicker comes from Taeyang, who’s stretching nearby. “I don’t think he wanted to let go at all.”

Daesung gasps dramatically, shaking his head. “How dare you question my noble intentions?” He turns to you, lips twitching like he’s barely holding in laughter. “Tell them. Didn’t I just selflessly prevent disaster?”

“Right. Very selfless.” You roll your eyes but can’t fight back the small smile creeping onto your lips.

Ji-yong nudges Taeyang. “Yeah, so selfless. He was definitely thinking about your safety and not the way he was holding onto you like a love-struck drama lead.”

“Oh, please. If this were a drama, I would’ve dipped her and declared my undying love by now.” He gives you a wink before grabbing his water bottle, casually avoiding the way his ears are turning pink.

The choreographer claps to get everyone’s attention. “Good save, Daesung! But try not to hesitate next time. Let’s run it again.”

You nod, shaking off the moment, but as you step back into position, you catch the way Daesung adjusts his grip on his bottle, rolling his shoulders like he’s trying to shake something off.

Yeah. This is definitely not just another rehearsal.

After a few more run-throughs, the initial awkwardness fades into something smoother, more natural. You and Daesung fall into an easy rhythm, your movements syncing up effortlessly. The hesitations disappear, replaced by a quiet understanding of each other’s pace, each step, each breath. The turns become sharper, the dips deeper, and by the time you reach the final pose, your bodies settle into place without a second thought. It’s seamless—intense yet fluid, charged yet controlled. When the music cuts off, Daesung meets your gaze, a grin spreading across his face as he exhales. You can’t help but return the smile.

“Not bad,” he teases, still a little breathless. “I think we might actually make this look good.”

“Might?” You echo, letting out your own breathless laugh.

“Alright, alright. I’ll admit it—we’re kind of killing it. But don’t go getting a big head on me. We still have to do this in front of thousands of people.”

You smirk, stepping back as the choreographer walks over, nodding in approval. “That’s exactly how it should look,” they praise, clapping their hands together. “Great work, you two. The chemistry is there—it feels natural, intense, but not forced. Keep that energy for the real thing.”

You nod, reaching for your water bottle as you try to catch your breath. Daesung does the same, but you don’t miss the way he stretches his arms behind his head, a satisfied grin still tugging at his lips.

“See?” You say, nudging him lightly with your elbow. “And here you were doubting my abilities.”

He feigns a dramatic gasp. “Me? Doubt you? I’d never.” His voice is dripping with mock sincerity, but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you—something softer beneath the teasing. “Guess I just needed a little convincing.”

Before you can fire back, a voice cuts through the air.

“Alright, that’s enough for now,” the choreographer announces, clapping their hands together yet again. “You two have the routine down. Take a break, hydrate, and we’ll run it again later.”

You exhale, rolling out your shoulders as you grab your water bottle. “Sounds good,” you say, offering Daesung a small smile before turning toward the exit. “I’ll be back—I need to use the bathroom.”

He nods, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Don’t take too long. I might forget all my moves without my dance partner.”

You roll your eyes but laugh, shaking your head as you head out of the practice room.

The door swings shut behind you, and for a second, Daesung lets out a breath, placing his hands on his hips as he tilts his head back. The routine had been intense—nothing too complicated, but the closeness, the way your body moved against his, the way you looked at him in the mirror during each turn and dip—yeah, he was feeling it. Maybe a little too much. Unfortunately, his moment of reflection is short-lived.

“Well, that was interesting,” Ji-yong’s voice cuts in, far too amused for Daesung’s liking.

Daesung groans before turning around, only to find Ji-yong, Taeyang, and Seung-hyun standing there, arms crossed, smug grins plastered across their faces.

“What?” He asks, feigning innocence as he grabs his towel.

“What?” Ji-yong mocks, raising a brow. “Oh, nothing. Just wondering if we should be preparing for an on-stage confession along with that dance routine.”

Daesung throws his towel at him, but Ji-yong dodges it with a laugh.

“That was definitely more than just performing,” Taeyang adds, shaking his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong—it looked great. But I think someone was enjoying it a little too much.”

Daesung scoffs, grabbing his water bottle as he tries to brush them off. “You guys are reaching. It’s choreography. You know, like the kind we do all the time?”

Seung-hyun hums thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Maybe. Or maybe you just have really good chemistry with them.” He tilts his head, watching Daesung carefully. “Tell me, were you acting when you stared at them like they were the only person in the room?”

Daesung nearly chokes on his water. “I—I was not—”

Ji-yong lets out a loud laugh, clapping his hands. “Ohhh, that was so real! You should’ve seen your face when they walked off just now. I swear, I saw longing.”

“I hate all of you.”

“Aw, don’t be like that,” Taeyang teases, slinging an arm around Daesung’s shoulder. “We just think it’s adorable how obvious you are.”

Daesung clenches his jaw, forcing himself to keep a neutral expression, but inside, his thoughts are a complete mess. They’re reaching. They have to be. He wasn’t staring at you. Was he? He tries to replay the last few minutes in his head, but all he can focus on is the way you had smiled at him before leaving, the way your skin had felt against his during the routine, the way his chest had felt almost empty the second you were gone. Okay. Maybe they have a point. But what’s he supposed to do? Admit it? Confess right here and let them have a field day? No way. He has a reputation to uphold—one that doesn’t involve getting caught up in feelings for a backup dancer who probably doesn’t think twice about him outside of rehearsals. So instead, he scoffs, rolls his eyes, and prays that the heat crawling up his neck isn’t as obvious as it feels.

Inside the bathroom, you grip the sink’s edge, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin is flushed, strands of hair clinging to your damp forehead from the intensity of rehearsals. You reach for a paper towel, dabbing at your face as you take a slow breath.

Dancing with Daesung shouldn’t feel this different. You’ve worked with them before, rehearsed routines just as intimate—maybe even more so. But there’s something about the way he holds you, the way his hands settle at your waist, firm but gentle, the way his eyes flicker with something unreadable when your gazes meet in the mirror. It makes your heart race in a way that has nothing to do with the dance itself.

Shaking your head, you sigh. Get a grip. This is work. That’s all it is. And even if—if—Daesung had been acting a little differently, what would it mean? He’s an idol. You’re a backup dancer. It’s not like he’d ever actually—

You stop yourself before that thought goes too far, forcing yourself to splash cold water on your face instead. When you finally step back out into the hall, you straighten your posture, roll out your shoulders, and push every unnecessary thought aside. Time to get back to work.

By the time rehearsals wrap up and concert preparations are in full swing, you and Daesung have perfected the routine. The lingering touches, the way your bodies move in sync—it all feels natural now, like second nature. But what hasn’t changed is the playful banter between you, the way he sneaks in little jokes during practice, the way you tease him back just as easily.

Now, standing backstage just before the concert, you do a final check in the mirror, smoothing down your performance outfit. The stage lights cast a glow over everything, making the sequins and fabric shimmer under your touch. With a deep breath, you step out into the hallway, only to find Daesung standing there, waiting.

The moment his eyes land on you, he freezes. His easygoing smile falters, his mouth parting slightly as if his brain has short-circuited. You raise a brow, tilting your head.

“What?” You ask, amused.

Daesung blinks. “Uh—” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “You, uh… you look—” He stops himself, squeezing his eyes shut for half a second like he’s trying to reboot his brain. “I mean, you’re—you’re ready for the performance?”

You bite back a grin, not missing the pink dusting his ears. “Obviously. Are you?”

“I—of course! Definitely.” He laughs, but it comes out just a little too forced, and you can feel the flustered energy radiating off him.

Before you can push him further, the sound of familiar laughter echoes down the hall. You glance over to see Ji-yong, Taeyang, and Seung-hyun watching the whole interaction unfold, grinning like they’ve just won the lottery.

“Ohhh, Daesung,” Ji-yong drawls, crossing his arms. “You good, man? You look a little—” He pauses for dramatic effect. “Flustered.”

Taeyang chuckles. “Nah, he’s just realizing what we’ve known all along.”

Daesung groans, burying his face in his hands. “I hate you guys.”

You laugh, the playful energy between you and the guys making the moment feel lighthearted despite Daesung’s obvious discomfort. He’s trying so hard to maintain his usual easygoing attitude, but the blush creeping up his neck gives him away.

“Seriously,” he grumbles, pushing past them toward the stage. “I’m not doing this with you guys today.”

You watch him go, a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips. There’s something endearing about how easy it is to make him flustered—something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to. The teasing, the way he tries to play it off, it only makes the attraction you’ve been trying to ignore that much harder to suppress. You take a step forward, but before you can follow him, Ji-yong stops you with a teasing grin.

“So,” Ji-yong begins, tilting his head, “how long are you planning to keep pretending you’re not noticing anything?”

You glance at him, trying to mask your nervousness. “What are you talking about?”

Taeyang leans in, giving you a mischievous smile. “Come on, don’t act like you don’t see it. We’ve all noticed how Daesung’s been around you lately.”

“Not to mention,” Seung-hyun adds, his voice low and teasing, “you seem pretty… comfortable with it.”

You feel your stomach flip and force a chuckle, hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel. “He’s just… friendly, okay? It’s nothing.”

Ji-yong raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Friendly, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

You shake your head, pretending to look disinterested. “Really, I’m just focused on the performance, guys. That’s it.”

Taeyang snickers. “Sure, sure. Focused. But don’t you think you’ve got a little more energy when he’s around?”

“Maybe you’re just imagining it,” Seung-hyun teases, nudging you gently. “Couldn’t be Daesung, right?”

You shoot them a playful glare, trying to keep your composure. “You’re all ridiculous,” you mutter, brushing past them and heading toward the stage.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Ji-yong calls after you with a grin. “We’ve all seen the way he looks at you. So, you better figure it out before someone else does!”

You quicken your pace, your cheeks flushed, but there's a smile on your lips that you can’t suppress. You’re not sure if they’re right—or if they’re just messing with you—but something inside you tells you it might not be nothing after all. You try to shake off the lingering heat from their teasing as you head toward the stage. It’s fine. It’s nothing. They’re just messing with you; they have to be. Right?

As you step backstage, adjusting the final details of your performance outfit, you don’t expect to find Daesung standing alone near the edge of the stage. He’s rolling his shoulders, stretching out his arms, preparing for the show. The usual brightness in his expression is subdued, replaced with a quiet kind of focus.

You hesitate for a moment before walking up to him. “Hey.”

His head turns at the sound of your voice, but the second his eyes land on you, his entire body freezes.

You stop a few steps away, confused by his reaction. “...What?”

Daesung just stares. His mouth opens slightly like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. His gaze lingers on you, moving over every detail—the way the fabric of your outfit catches the backstage lighting, the way it fits you just right, the way you stand there looking effortlessly confident and ready for the stage.

He exhales, barely above a whisper. “Wow.”

Your brows furrow. “What?”

His eyes finally meet yours, something unreadable flickering behind them before he smiles softly. “You look… stunning.”

The way he says it—without hesitation, without teasing—makes something tighten in your chest.

Your lips part slightly, but before you can even think of a response, he continues, voice quieter now. “I mean it. You always have this presence, but right now… you look like you belong up there. Like a star.”

The weight of his words settles over you, warm and unexpectedly sincere. For a second, you forget how to speak.

Daesung chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, was that too much? I just—” He exhales, shaking his head with a sheepish grin. “I couldn’t not say it.”

A slow warmth creeps up your neck, and you tell yourself it’s just the pre-show adrenaline, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to ignore the way your pulse speeds up.

But then your eyes flicker over him—the way his stage outfit fits perfectly, the way his hair falls effortlessly into place, the way the backstage lights highlight his features. And without really thinking, you blurt out, “You too.”

“Huh?”

You clear your throat, suddenly feeling just as flustered as he looks. “I mean—you look really good too. Like, really good. Kind of unfairly good.”

His eyes widen slightly, and for the first time since you met him, Daesung is the one who looks completely caught off guard. A slow, boyish grin spreads across his lips. “Unfairly good?”

You huff, rolling your eyes. “You know what I mean.”

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and for a second, you swear he looks even happier than he did when he complimented you. “Coming from you, that means a lot.”

You scoff, lightly shoving his arm. “Oh, so my compliments are rare, huh?”

“They are! Usually, you’re just making fun of me.” He grins, eyes crinkling. “So, I’m going to hold onto this one for a while.”

You shake your head with a chuckle, but there’s no denying the warmth in your chest. For a moment, neither of you moves, the energy between you shifting into something unspoken, something that lingers even as the call for performers echoes through the backstage.

“Guess we should head out,” you finally say.

Daesung nods, but before you turn away, you hear him mutter under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch—

“Yeah… before I say something even dumber.”

You don’t call him out on it. But as you walk side by side toward the stage, you can’t shake the feeling that something between you just changed.

The stage is alive with energy, the deafening cheers of the crowd fueling every movement as you and the rest of the dancers throw yourselves into the performance. The first few songs are high-energy, packed with sharp footwork and powerful formations that leave your heart pounding in exhilaration.

Daesung, as always, is magnetic. His voice soars effortlessly over the music, his expressions shifting between playful and intense as he moves in perfect sync with the beat. You steal a glance at him during a transition, catching the way his lips curl into a bright, breathless smile. It’s the kind of smile that makes it impossible not to grin back.

As the set progresses, the choreography grows more fluid, the atmosphere shifting into something slower—something charged. 

The moment is coming.

Your pulse quickens when the familiar instrumental begins, signaling the start of the duet routine. The rest of the stage dims slightly, putting just the two of you in focus. You step toward each other, movements deliberate and practiced, but the weight of the moment feels entirely new under the bright stage lights. The first few steps are easy—flowing, controlled—but then comes the part that always makes your breath hitch. The music slows, your bodies drawn closer, every touch of his hand against yours sending warmth curling in your stomach. His palm finds the curve of your waist, firm but careful, and when you meet his gaze, the intensity in his eyes nearly makes you forget the next step.

And then—so soft you almost think you imagined it—Daesung leans in just enough for his lips to brush the shell of your ear.

“You look amazing tonight.”

His voice low, breath warm against your skin. Your stomach flips, your heartbeat hammering against your ribs. For a moment, you almost falter, but years of training keep your body moving as if nothing happened. As if his words haven’t sent a jolt of heat through you. There’s something different in the way he looks at you tonight. Something unspoken.

But there’s no time to dwell on it. The next beat hits, and you both move seamlessly into the next phrase, bodies shifting as if you aren’t seconds away from crossing some invisible line. The routine ends with the two of you standing close, breaths mingling, the lights hitting just right to capture the moment. The crowd erupts, but your heart is beating too loudly to process it fully. You’ve danced this sequence countless times, but for the first time, it doesn’t feel like just a performance. 

And from the way he looks at you before the stage fades to black, you’re almost certain he feels it too.

Backstage is still buzzing with post-concert energy—staff rushing around, dancers cooling down, the echoes of cheering fans still ringing in your ears. You press a towel to your face, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The adrenaline of the performance still lingers in your veins, but more than that, you can feel the presence of someone standing close.

Daesung.

You turn, and sure enough, he’s there—his hair damp with sweat, his shirt clinging to his toned frame, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. But his expression is what catches you off guard. He’s looking at you, really looking, with something unreadable in his eyes.

“You were incredible out there,” he says, stepping closer. His voice is softer than before, but there’s an intensity in it that makes your stomach flutter.

You smile, nudging him playfully. “So were you. Though I think the fans might’ve collectively lost their minds during that song.”

He laughs, but then his expression shifts. His fingers brush over the back of his neck, a telltale sign of nervousness.

“Hey, um…” He hesitates for only a second before exhaling and looking at you again, this time with more certainty. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and—well, I don’t want to dance around it anymore.”

You tilt your head slightly, heart thudding. “Daesung…?”

“I like you,” he admits, his voice steady despite the slight pink dusting his cheeks. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been completely gone for you. And I know things can be complicated, but… would you go on a date with me?”

“You’re really asking me out right after we just finished sweating buckets on stage?”

“I figured if you can handle me at my worst, then it’s a good sign.”

“Then… yes.”

His breath hitches. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, biting your lip as you look up at him. “I like you too, Daesung.”

The relief that washes over his face is immediate, and before you can say anything else, he moves without thinking—closing the small gap between you and leaning in. It’s slow at first, tentative, as if waiting for you to pull away. But you don’t. Instead, you meet him halfway, lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

Just as the world narrows down to only him, the door swings open.

“Well, well, well,” Ji-yong’s voice rings out.

“Oh, this is too good,” Taeyang adds.

Seung-hyun just whistles lowly.

You and Daesung practically jump apart, though he keeps a hand on your waist as if afraid to let go. Your face burns as you turn to see the three of them standing there, looking far too amused.

Ji-yong crosses his arms, grinning. “So, are we invited to the wedding or what?”

Daesung groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Can I get, like, five seconds of peace?”

“Nope,” Seung-hyun smirks. “Not when we just walked in on that.”

Taeyang nudges Ji-yong. “Told you it was only a matter of time.”

You bury your face in your hands with a laugh, while Daesung mutters something about never catching a break. But despite the teasing, the embarrassment, and the relentless grins from his friends, there’s no mistaking the quiet joy in his eyes when he looks at you again.

And honestly? You wouldn’t change a thing about this moment.

taglist: @thanosscrossmain @maskedcrawford @mirahyun @riddlerloveb0t @onyxmango @sherrayyyyy @seunghyunwifey

[ramshacklerumble]

“What? It’s just bone meal.”

(i was minding my own business when this au appeared and grabbed me by the hair. thanks @quartztwst for this incredibly fun au. i love the energy of hunting azul ashengrotto for sport.)

i really liked the idea of ny!gia being an npc that isn’t for or against the happenings around ashengrotto, however quartz is able to unlock new murder and/or disposal options through them depending on how she interacts with gia. generally speaking, gia won’t sound an alarm if they catch something suspicious— however they will remember and this can affect their decisions. be wary though, it’s possible to create a negative dynamic with gia in which they will betray or actively become an enemy.

ITEMS:

Phone + Earbuds: Gia loves music and striking up a conversation about varying genres can help open up Gia— if correct dialogue choices are made, anyway. Oh, you listen to Napalm Jam Revengance? Name three songs.

Trowel: Gia spends much of their time tending to plants and so a trowel is often seen on their person. It’s oddly sharp.

Experimental Phials: Depending on what ingredients are brought to Gia, the rapport made with them, and if their interest has been piqued— Gia can be convinced to create varying substances to aid (or harm) Quartz. Gia appreciates a guinea pig. Willing or not.

Berries: You can eat these. Once.

Notebook: Gia’s notes on all plants and procedures they work on, as well as other secret journal entries. This notebook can be stolen by either Quartz or other characters— Quartz can choose to return the notebook, use it to create poisons herself (with a higher possibility of failure), or use it as blackmail to get Gia to work for her. Many different possibilities, though Gia assures there are far easier ways to die.

TRIVA:

Has a strange, volatile dynamic with Ashengrotto’s left hand man. No one is quite sure what it is, but they sure do interact.

A top ranking student

If Gia is befriended, they will actively cover for any suspicious activity or make up alibis instead of completely minding their own business

They can be convinced to use their experiments on others themself, although it’s easier to convince them to hand over what they made while they turn a blind eye to any following consequences.

Likes cute, kitsch items. Especially clown themed.

tag list:

@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @winterweary @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle

@theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @kimikitti

@s-t-y-x @nightwingshero @water-writings @beneathsakurashade @oya-oya-okay @scint1llat3 (dm to be added)

[calypso-apologist]

More yan Poseidon and Zeus? Pretty please 🥺👉👈

I'M ALIVE

Odysseus's sibling offering themself to Yandere!Zeus and Poseidon ♡

CW: mdni. violence on reader. permanent disfigurement (eyes gouged out in poseidon's, body changed in zeus's) of reader. objectification of reader. implied non-con/dub-con.

Poseidon

Because I like music, we're going to go with their songs.

So, why don't we get started with good old Ruthlessness?

You see, you care for your brother deeply. And Penelope. And above anything, your precious nephew, Telemachus. So the very risk of them getting hurt... the risk of Ithaca getting destroyed...

You couldn't just let it happen. But, on the other hand, you understood Poseidon. His son was blinded, and then the man who hurt him boasted about him, going as far as to give him his name.

And so, you decided to risk it all and speak up, calling out the God's name. You ignored your bother's protest as you walked to the railing and spoke up with a shaky tone.

"Lord Poseidon, I beg you to spare my brother and his crew. I understand your loss, the suffering Odysseus caused to your son. Allow me to offer you a way to make it even. Family for family. I will offer myself to you as payment for the harm that came to your child."

And as skeptical as Poseidon was, seeing the pure anguish and the desperation in Odysseus's face as he tried to stop you did convince the god to take you up on your offer.

And so, by his order, you took a deep breath and let yourself fall into the water, losing consciousness almost instantly. You felt yourself drown, but you didn't die, somehow.

You awaken in Poseidon's underwater palace, his servants gushing over you, helping to change your clothes and mess around with your hair from the very second your eyes opened. You didn't really even realize what happened until they were done with you... and when he entered the room, looking at your body, blue material draped on your body in a mockery of a dress or a robe, with seashells and pearls made into jewelry.

You expected him to hurt you. And he will, but he also wanted you to be a nice, pretty little trophy... Once he makes it even.

And eye for an eye, right? Or in this case... Two eyes for one eye. It only seemed fair to him, to make his cold grin the last thing you saw before he pressed his thumbs into your eyes, blinding you.

And as tempted as he was to leave you to die somewhere, he decided to continue the punishment. Just like his son, you would live.

Forever his slave, stuck near him, forced to listen to the god who took away your sight, like your brother took his son's. A precious little toy, just for him.

A toy, just for him. One that he grows dangerously fond of, over time.

And what's the harm of having such a precious, dependent toy warm his bed? Not like you had a choice, after all...

Zeus

And since I'm still feeling musical, this one's gonna happen during Thunder Bringer. Also because we don't really have any other good point for this to happen with him but SHUSH-

Either way, Zeus is pulling his very questionable moves with the Cloud Maiden he created. And while it's clear his words are meant for your brother, you notice the god glancing at you every once in a while, when his hands were on a particularly intimate region of the faux-woman. And you could've sworn his grin would get just a little bit wider.

And so, as he gave Odysseus the ultimatum, you decided to take the risk and attempt to protect your brother and what little men there were left of the crew. And so you stepped forward, calling out to the god before your brother got to say a word.

"King Zeus, my brother and his crew have committed a horrible crime, but I'm sure there is some way to convince you to spare them, in all your wisdom."

You could see just how amused your plea made him. He was clearly messing with you as he dramatically pretends to think it through. But finally, he declared that just this once, he'll show mercy, as long as you go with him, as a sacrifice of sorts.

Despite your brother's protests, you go with the king of gods. In order to hide you from Hera, he leaves you on a small island and steals a trick from Poseidon, surrounding it with a storm to keep you out of Hera's sight. At least for now.

At first, he only visits you occasionally, just so he can have some fun with you. And with each meeting, you felt... different. Your body would feel... light.

And you only realized when it was too late, hearing Zeus throw an off-handed comment about clouds to you as he gets dressed after one of his visits.

The last thing you remember before passing out is the God's shit eating grin.

As you awoke, if it could even be called that, you couldn't feel your body. It felt as if... you were just... there. With no way to move or speak.

Until your body moved on its own. Far too lightly, far too smoothly, as if you were a puppet. And in a way, you were.

No longer human, just a puppet made from clouds, now forever stuck by his side, alongside all the other conquests he turned into clouds, just like you.

Except you were special. Very special. Glued to his side, pretty much, forced to sit on his wide shoulder or his lap... even being kept as a third in the bed he shared with Hera, much to her displeasure.

Let her be displeased. It's not like she could do anything without evoking Zeus's fury.

And nobody wants the Thunder Bringer furious.

[thegrinningghost]

My Oh My Mentality : Transformers Comfort Headcanons

Prompt: headcanons for how different Cybertronians would help someone with a different mental illness/in an emotional state

Characters: Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Evac (Transformers Ride), Brainstorm, Starscream, Soundwave (+Shockwave Cameo)

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Bumblebee

Selective Mutism : an anxiety disorder in which a person who is otherwise capable of speech becomes unable to speak when exposed to specific situations, specific places, or to specific people, one or multiple of which serve as triggers. This is caused by the freeze response

Having lost his voice before, let’s just say the Bee knows how it feels to want to talk but being unable to

He’s just glad that you can talk most of the time

Whenever you get stressed out, he picks you up and walks out with you on his shoulder

Usually you guys head out of the city, whether he’s driving you out of there or walking out

Music is his go-to to calm himself down, but he won’t blast it around you

His playlist has become yours with some edits

Once you guys are out of most bots’ reaches, he sets you down lets you be

You’ll talk when you’re ready

And when you do, he’ll make sure to enthusiastically listen and congratulate you

That takes some serious strength!

Of course, until then, you can do whatever you want

Want more music? On it.

Want to adventure somewhere or simply move around? Cool!

Want to just have someone to hug or something to touch? He’s ready for you.

Bee just really wants to care for you and make sure that no matter what, you know he’ll be there to listen

In the few times where Decepticons have found you two, he immediately fights them off

With you far away somewhere safe, of course

If an Autobot finds you guys, he usually lets them be, but if they try to talk to you, he’ll beep them off

Out of all the bots, he really adores humans, and will do anything to care for you all

And if this is one of those ways to show his support?

Well, he’ll give all the love he can

Wheeljack

Learning Disability : a disability that affects the acquisition of knowledge or skills, in particular any of various neurodevelopmental conditions affecting the learning and use of specific academic skills such as reading, writing, or mathematics

He’s heard that noise before

That frustrated, about to breakdown or destroy something sort-of-noise

But unlike Ratchet, there’s not much you can exactly destroy in a place built for giant, alien robots

But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a breakdown

Obviously he’ll ask what’s wrong, but when you tell him, he’s going to be awfully confused

What do you mean you don’t understand?

Out of all the humans he’s interacted with, they’ve all been able to understand in at least some way shape or form, even if it wasn’t easy or not something they enjoy

But you’re different

And curse this curious, bastardly robot, but he’ll drop any important thing he’s doing to learn more

Trying to save another bot’s life? Not as important as learning about humans

Whether you have Dyspraxia, Dyslexia, Dysgraphia or Dyscalculia, he’s going to try to help you

After listening, of course

He’ll probably just end up doing whatever you’re trying to do for you, but that’s only so you can get to sleep

Staying up all night, he’s making gadgets for you to try in the morning

Very much proud father whenever you make some step towards progress (dad two reference???)

Albeit, he is a bit disappointed when nothing he makes helps, and while he knows he can’t do much to help, he still really tries to

When you start beating yourself up for being different and “stupid” or “illiterate,” he’ll shut you down

Wheeljack has lived long enough to see how that can affect a bot’s processing of themself and others

For humans, he doesn’t want to know how worse it might be

When you try to dismiss him, his anger immediately flares

He hides whatever you’re working on somewhere you won’t be able to reach it (probably somewhere high)

Then he tells the bots to take you somewhere

Bee will take you to the beach

Optimus will take you for a drive

Ratchet will let you continue working, but monitor you to stop those thoughts or help you relax when you start stressing out (don’t tell Wheeljack)

If no one is able to take you somewhere, he’ll take you out for a drive to wherever you feel like

And he’ll just let you rant

He figures you need it, and if you let him, he’ll give his input, too

While he doesn’t exactly get your struggles, he’s incredibly willing to learn

And hey, curiosity hasn’t killed this cat! (yet)

Evac

Social Anxiety : an intense, persistent fear of being watched and judged by others

Being tasked with evacuating the All Spark isn’t an easy job

And while Evac has gotten used to feeling the constant judgment of everyone around him, it still bothers him

When he found out you experienced something similar, it was a joyous surprise

Even better when he finds out it has a name

You two are incredibly socially anxious, and while you have your suspisions on which bots also were, it’s clear that years of war have made it the least possible threatening thing to them

Evac, however, has not faced centuries of war

Neither have you

So you’re in it together

After every mission Evac goes on, he always comes to find you

The Autobots stress him out, so before they can find him to congratulate him, he comes to you to practice talking and manage his breathing

When you get stressed out, you find him

Like I said, you’re in it together

You two memorize what causes the other anxiety attacks so you can better help and comfort them when they’re going through it

You guys even prepare things to help!

Blankets, hugs, fidget toys, etc.[

You each have your favorite haptics

The dynamic you two share is best described as a symbiotic relationship

You help each other in the best ways you can, and honestly

I don’t imagine either of you would have it any other way

Brainstorm

Nervous / Mental Breakdown : a state of severe emotional and mental distress that significantly impairs a person's daily functioning

As a constant overthinker, he gets it

Sometimes you just can’t stop thinking

And while the reaction for him is his systems overheating, your reaction is much more different

Truly, seeing a tiny creature usually full of energy, spunk, and many ideas suddenly get so overwhelmed is weird

You start shaking, maybe crying or holding your head

Throwaway comments are made about wishing to be back in the era where you would’ve been given a autopsy

Brainstorm doesn’t know what that is, but he really doesn’t like the sound of it

When you try to stand to go for somewhere to lay down or curl up and cry, he picks you up

Leaving is not an option

He’ll carry you to the lab (or a desk if you’re already there)

You’ll get all set up with blankets, stuffed animals and ways to communicate with him that don’t force you into being verbal

If you need something else, he’ll get you it, but otherwise he’ll just let you talk or sit in silence while he works

Sometimes other bots walk in

Perceptor usually offers a sort of gentle pat to you

Starscream and his trine immediately leave

Sometimes they come back with random items – like cats coming back with dead crickets, mice or gophers, though that isn’t usually what they bring

Megatron rarely walks in, but on the rare occasion he does, Brainstorm throws something at him

Not really with bad intentions, but more so just to make you laugh

He figures a distraction will help, and bonus points if it’s funny

Though being hit by some random, possibly toxic or mutilated object has made Megatron steer clear

Overall, Brainstorm will always try to help a fellow overthinker

It’s the least he can do while you spend your time on a ship full of giant killer robots

Starscream

PTSD : a mental health condition that's caused by an extremely stressful or terrifying event; post traumatic stress disorder

Let’s be honest here, he’s not fond of you

In fact, he may never be!

… but this may very well have pushed him closer to empathy towards you than he wanted or suspected

Starscream knows PTSD like the back of his hand

So when you start getting flashbacks, he starts shoving people out of the room

Doesn’t matter if it’s Megatron’s throne room, the lab, or the hallway, it won’t be anymore

Once everyone is out and away, and he’s sure none of them are listening in or spying on him, he’s right down next to you

He won’t be too confident at first, as he’s never done this before, but soon enough, he’ll get that fixed

Afterall, how can you believe a king someone when they aren’t confident in what they’re saying?

After reminding you that it’s all just a flashback, he moves to try to ground you

Well, he doesn’t move at all, but he does quietly guide you towards something you can hold, touch, or hug

Which, sometimes, ends up being him

He seems to hate it, but he gets over it eventually

Star will make sure to audibly vent in the hopes that you’ll follow with your own breathing, no matter how shaky

It isn’t all the time, but after so many times of it happening, he’ll warm up to you enough to crack jokes

They’re really bad, but if it gets a sob-mixed laugh from you, that’s something!

You two will be sitting for a while, and it’ll be pretty nice

Though, he does scold you when you’re feeling better

It’s mostly to retain his status as a fearsome Decepticon, though he also really means it

You scared him when you started going through that

Like I said, when he starts getting more comfortable around you, he’ll open up about his PTSD, too

This causes you guys to plan flights and other activities

Sometimes you convince him to invite the other members of the High Guard so you all can talk, but most of the time you guys go by yourselves

Really, it doesn’t matter what happens afterwards

What matters, is that you have managed to get the scheming, power-hungry Starscream to begin to open up and be kind again

Soundwave

Sensory Overload / Overstimulation : a state where the brain is overwhelmed by excessive sensory input from one or more of the five senses: sight, hearing, touch, taste, and smell

You wouldn’t expect he’d be the best at this sort of thing, considering he processes lots of information on a constant basis

But he does understand

Sort of

Downloading so much data can drain him far too much

Once he passed out while Starscream and his trine were reporting to Megatron

It was a whole deal he doesn’t want to recount

But the point is that he gets how you feel

Nobody on the ship is exactly observant, him and Shockwave especially

They aren’t oblivious though, and no matter who realizes first, they’ll take immediate action

Most of the time it’s Soundwave who leads you out of the room

Taking you to one of their berth rooms, he’ll lower the lights upon entering

He’ll usually launch Ravage and Laserbeak to stay with you as they can have some pretty funky textures

You’ll be left alone until him or Shockwave is done with work, but until then, they’ll send anyone who comes to bother them to you

Mostly just to check in on you and bring you something

Just because they are violent, doesn’t mean they aren’t understanding

In fact, the Decepticons are a large community of very understanding and empathetic individuals, it’s just that years of war has made that side darker and torn

Light hasn’t reached that flower in far too long

Eventually, whoever is done with work first will come sit in the same room with you, and the other will join later

If you need to cry or hug them, they’ll allow it

Sometimes they walk in to find Laserbeak and Ravage cuddled close to you and you fast asleep

No matter the cause or the outcome, you can put faith in them for giving you a place to get away from the world when it becomes too much

Your care will never be too much for them

[14dyh]

the keeper — h. zoë

REQUEST: I honestly don't know if your request is open but have you seen the song for epic the musical? "Would you fall in love with me again" ABWISJ😭💖 I can see a trope for Hange x reader,with them just being soulmates in every other universe.Or perhaps Immortal x mortal,feel free to ignore this dw 🏃🏻‍♀️💨✨ [originally requested at @hangesdarling blog] PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. Hange found a glowing door during their walk.  CONTENT. fantasy au, fluff, angst, Hange is a mortal, reader is a spirit of some sort, scientist!hange, barely proofread (sorry), this probably has a sequel that will make more sense with the prompt given A/N. hey anon, I posted this request on this blog bc the longer, sfw, and more tender fics belong here (I sort writing by theme xD) and this is in third person bc i feel like it. Hope you like this :)))

There were days when Hange had to step out of the lab, feel the breeze in their skin and wander through the greeneries surrounding their cottage. But today, with enough soot all over their hands and a graze or two, they decided that stepping out once in a while should become a vacation entirely. It would be nice not to stare at flasks and formulas for once. Hange took off their coat, nursing a small wound with an absorbent fabric. The last thing they needed was an infection.

With enough wandering through the clearing, they successfully distracted themself from the difficult chemical they couldn't brew and instead began identifying the leaves they crossed in the forest. They happily took mental notes, remembering better times when they were younger, more curious, more creative and perhaps, more satisfied with life than before. If only things were simpler again.

Their wandering thoughts held themself in place when Hange stopped near a countryside house. Poison ivy crawled on its dusty and barred  windows, the rust-colored walls barely peeking through the greenery.

In its center, an ornate door of exquisite beauty stood. What drew Hange in was the faint glow seeping through its hinges. 

They inched closer, careful and calculating as they always were. A decision which ended up with cursing themself that being cautious and afraid was not a brand of their character years ago.

They held the door knob, twisted it, and half-wished to hear a click.

It opened. And instead of seeing what was inside, Hange saw someone emerge from the door as though summoned. She has the features of a human if you don't look hard enough for the small things which sets her apart. Eyes and expression of a deity, someone you'd kneel for, Hange thought.

Too awestruck, they managed to stammer a shaky hi. They were opting for a polite good afternoon but none came out of their mouth.

The woman returned their politeness. Hange tensed up less when they spotted the amiability of a human in her smile. Both were enthusiastic enough that their own names spilled from their lips along with an outstretched hand. 

Their conversation flowed like honey on a warm summer. Smooth, unhurried, perhaps, even sweet. Hange observed that she's smiling more often, listening with interest in her eyes as they leaned on the door frame, exchanging tales. 

Oddly enough, they only stood outside the door for the hour they knew each other. 

"Is this your home?" Hange felt the need to ask.

She shook her head no and responded, "I'm its keeper."

Y/N spoke of it as if it's alive. Hange glimpsed a trace of her belongingness to the place. She belonged to it in one way or another.

"Is anyone inside?" Hange asked.

"No one lives here."

Hange thought carefully. 

"Abandoned then?" 

"Not entirely," she responded.

"Are guests allowed inside?"

"Yes," she responded with a hint of eagerness. "Once they beat me to a game of riddles."

Hange found themself smiling, "That sounds fun."

"It is. Many have lost."

"Will you give me a try?"

"Of course."

They sat by the doorstep, Y/N with her head resting upon her knees and with Hange facing her close enough that their knees touch.

They exchanged one riddle after the other, Hange growing enthused by each question which became stranger and stranger, each requiring deeper thought than the last.

Y/N spoke with tenderness as though each word she utters were spun carefully upon a precious thread. The tenderness remained in her gaze as she looked at Hange, her lips forever carved into a soft smile.

"No riddles anymore, Y/N?" Hange grinned, lightly running a finger to a strand of hair falling to her face.

"No more for tonight," she spoke. "It's late at night. The gods don't listen after dark."

She's a strange girl, Hange thought with a hint of affection. 

"I see," they responded. "It's interesting to stare at the night sky too. The stars are far prettier from my window."

"Won't you stay?" she asked, her voice weaved with a fine strand of pleading.

"I can spare a few minutes," Hange answered. 

And every day that came, they did so. Sparing a few minutes, a few hours, and sometimes (with a scold in their head), half a day.

Days went past, countless riddles exchanged. Hange debates with themself every time they pick apples from their yard, thinking whether falling deeper in love with the strange girl at the door is a good idea. 

But they always came, sitting outside, sometimes waiting, bringing her anything edible that grows around their house. 

"I'm afraid I've run out of riddles," she once told Hange, taking the apple from their outstretched hand. 

Hange shrugged, "Does that matter? We have countless things to talk about."

They sat beside her, closer than they ever were.

"It's only right for you to go inside now," she responded. Was that a resigned voice of acceptance Hange heard?

"This is new for me but frankly, I'm not interested in what's inside this mossy old thing." Hange tried to laugh despite the terrible pounding in their heart, despite their aching desire to tell her how grateful they were for meeting her which rekindled the joy they once lost.

Her hands ran gently across the disheveled strand of hair in their face, tucking them neatly. 

Her hand rested on the fine sharpness of their jaw. Hange resisted the desire to close their eyes and lean to her touch. They clasped it with their own hand and spoke, "What is even there to begin with?"

Y/N smiled, "You should be. The treasures inside chose you.''

"The greatest treasures known to men."

"I'm not ambitious enough for such greatness."

It was partly true. Back then when they forgot the joy of idle things, they were hardly satiated. A hunger to have, and a greed to know held them in shackles for longer than they'd like to admit. It went on until she came along. 

They were free. What else could they ask for? 

"You don't have to be. Not all great things are bound for greatness," she reasoned, shrugging. "Besides, don't fine trinkets interest you?"

Hange chuckled at her knowing smile. Her thumb ran gently across their cheek, their hand still clasped to hers.

"I do," they responded. "Will you come with me, then?" 

"If you want."

"I'll be more than happy."

-

The door swung open, the glittering and gleaming yellowish hue of gold almost blinding them. Hange's lips parted in awe. The interior of this place defied the architecture of its exterior. No countryside house can possibly extend as far as two towns inside. 

Y/N held Hange's hand, treading on a path of gold and jewelry which eventually turned to a variety of rare trinkets and shining weapons embedded with sizable, precious stones. Each turn in the never ending alley of treasures grew wider and far varied. 

"Have people entered here before?" they asked, a curious finger poking around the littered jewelry. 

"Some."

"How much did they take?"

"Many. Some crush under the weight of their own gold."

"Comical," Hange returned her gaze. 

"It is."

As they neared the end of the ever expanding place, Hange only carried a book containing (by far) all the world's knowledge, and a quill embedded with emeralds. Y/N gave them a ruby locket which they happily kept.

"Then we return back to the door? Is that how this works?" Hange asked.

"Well, can you see the door from this side?"

"Not at all."

"Then we will use the back door," she smiled, that one that makes Hange's heart flutter. "We will emerge in the front door in any way out."

"Fascinating architecture, then," Hange smiled, facing her, their hands clasped tightly. And with a much tender voice, they spoke, "I don't want to wake up from this dream."

"Are you dreaming, Hange?"

"Most likely," Hange said, their hands lifting to touch her cheek. Any warmth, any indication that blood flows under her skin would be enough. "I hope you're not a part of it. I hope you're real."

"I'm as real as these treasures are."

Melancholy swept along their feet, entangling them. If reality could bend itself this way, then what is there to be truly believed?

Hange accepted things in their scientific nature. It was the only way to survive such a rigid world.

Hange wrapped their arms around her, gently sinking to a tight embrace. Her warmth beneath their hands wasn't enough, their eyes itself a betrayal. Hange wanted to feel her dull yet persistent heartbeats beneath their hand, hindered by the softness of her flesh that only proves a degree of realness. It felt like groping for the only living thing in the dark.

"Can I invite you home then? If you're real, will you stay at my place tonight?"

"You have no idea how much I wanted to," she responded, her voice giving in at the last syllable. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "But we'll meet again. You have all that you need."

Hange held back a meek protest, a lover's cry telling the other about the uselessness of life after such a great loss. But Hange only smiled, hopeful again, no longer the scientist barred inside their lab with nothing but calculations.

"I'll wait then. I'll wait until you come home with me."

"I will."

-

When the house let Hange go, the door no longer glowed from within. The riddles are over, the treasures inside waiting for a different chosen one to open it. Hange had wished that all those days were nothing but dreams. Crossing the valleys of impossible dreamscapes were far easier to accept than the reality of a love lost, a promise hung between fantasy and reality.

But the book, the quill, and the ruby locket were all too true for them to deny that everything had been a dream. They still went to that door every night, the locket around their neck and the book giving them new riddles to tell. Hange spoke of narratives alone as though she can still hear them, as though one day her door will open once more and the blushing face they missed will reappear to them. Every day, for years they didn't count, they sat outside her door. Waiting, waiting. Sometimes they fall asleep, missing just the faint reddish glow from their locket. Sometimes they'd listen to the wind howl, and stare back at the night sky full of watching stars. Often, they wanted to sink to their knees and pray for another chance, for another time when they didn't go inside the glowing door, but praying is useless when the gods don't listen after dark.

[slasherscream]

A/N: shout-out to @abominableghostface, who was my beta reader and co-conspirator as usual.

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + WHAT TYPE OF "LEAVING IN THE MORNING" PERSON ARE THEY

❥ we ride at dawn. try and survive ❥

Billy Loomis - The man with the plan. When he says morning he means we are going to be in the car and on the road by the time the sun rays begin to hit the earth. Granted, it's not a hectic morning by any means. He'll have made sure the two of you started packing days in advance. There’s no last minute rushing around. No wondering if you packed a toothbrush, or your favorite jacket. You double checked everything the night before, and then checked behind one another to make sure. But no matter how peaceful the waking, being dragged to your car at 4:30am will make you want to kill him. He passes you your favorite blanket that he threw in the dryer last minute, a cozy protection against the dewy chill of the night turning to morning. When he tells you to sleep until he finds somewhere decent to eat you hate him a little less.

Jordan Li - By nature Jordan is more of a night owl. Through pure necessity they’ve molded themself into something resembling a morning person. Sure, the way they don’t start smiling before 10am shows you it’s not at all a natural state of being, but they do it anyways. 

So used to starting the monotonous, average days bright and early they’re definitely not going to want to start a vacation late. They wake up to the sound of their alarm. They wake you up to soft kisses pressed into your skin. When you open your eyes, scowling at them anyways, they can’t help but laugh, “Yeah I know, I know, fuck off. But we gotta head out before traffic hits.” 

Knowing how you are in the mornings Jordan packed the car last night. When you roll over, intent on ignoring them they roll their eyes and shift, so that he can drag you from bed no matter how hard you try and make yourself dead weight. 

You’re still half asleep, leaned up against him beneath the spray of the shower, but wake up when he flicks water at your face.

“Fuck off.” You grumble. 

“Once we’re on the road I’ll fuck off for at least an hour. Then we’ll grab breakfast, yeah?” He pushes a loofah in your hand and grins once you take it. They shift again, nudging you out the way with her hip so you’re sharing the water instead of hogging it, “Wash my back so we can head out.” 

When they wake you up outside a diner two hours later instead of one you’re feeling much more agreeable, pulling them in for a kiss when they open your car door.

Sebastian Valmont - A chronic riser with the sun. It doesn’t matter what time he goes to sleep, he is going to wake up right as the sun rises. He has black out curtains and takes morning yoga classes. The bastard. His body simply enjoys being awake at six am. Thus, he sees absolutely no reason why leaving for your trip should come hours after that. He’s going to be the one driving anyways. The maids packed all your things, and the butler brought everything out to the car. All that’s left is to get you out of the house. Sebastian helps you put on your clothes, laughs at the way he has to push your arms into your shirt, and drag you to brush your teeth. When he tucks you into the passenger seat he knows you’ll be asleep again by the time he slides into the driver’s seat. He sneaks glances at you for the first few hours of the drive, quietly listening to music and the soft sound of your snoring, enjoying every second.

Stu Macher - Ball of energy that he is, Stu is awake bright and early, and does not need time to “wake up.” He unfortunately acts like this is a universal experience. The fact that he’s excited about the trip makes his typical lack of empathy towards night owls even more brutal than usual. You’re unceremoniously dragged from bed. He tickles you as you brush your teeth. If you seem a little extra groggy that morning he hops in the shower with you and turns it on cold to get your motor running. He acts completely baffled about why you’re still scowling by the time he’s back from his banishment of loading up the car while you try to dress yourself in peace. To make matters worse he wants to talk about anything and everything with you despite the fact that the sky is still that sleepy shade of blue that’s half night, half dawn. You stare at him hatefully from the corner of your eye, grunting answers at him until you pass a diner that’s open and you can get caffeine into your system. His excitement for the trip is cute once you’re awake.

Kevin Khatchadourian - Rises with the sun and is deeply irritated that you don’t. On a regular day he rarely let’s you sleep in. You’ll be lucky if he chooses to start his daily routine without you. On the mornings when he decides to practice archery, which is most, you’ll get an extra hour and a half. By the time he’s coming back inside he wants you both moving around one another, starting the rest of the routine. Brushing teeth, making food, the idle chatter of your voice. Considering he’s not fond of changing your routine, which is exactly what a vacation is, he doesn’t want to hear a single complaint about the hour he wakes you up to start the drive. He also doesn’t let you fall asleep when you get into the car, even though he’s the only one driving. You’re keeping him company no matter how tired you are.

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - While he maintains a strict schedule of waking up early unless hungover he is by no means a morning person. He’ll wake you up as gently as he’s capable of if the shrillness of the alarm didn’t do the trick, rocking you by the shoulder until your eyes blink open. The two of you packed the car last night so there wouldn’t be anything to do or communicate with one another upon first waking up. Two non-morning people trying to talk to each other upon first waking up was a recipe for disaster. Especially if it was the pair of you. Quietly you go about your morning. Brushing your teeth side by side, bumping against each other every now and then instead of speaking. Ben grabs the green smoothies that he made for the two of you the night before, something to tide you over until you found a place he was willing to eat at (which was always an unnecessarily complicated task.) It’s thirty minutes of driving and radio playing softly before you’re caught in a bit of traffic and you’re awake enough to be sweet. You lean across the cupholder to kiss his cheek and he gives you a small smile,  “Morning, L/N.” The two of you are experts at sharing your mornings by now.

❥ we leave sometime before noon ❥

Jason Dean/JD - Will never wake you up before he thinks you’ve gotten all the rest you need. His favorite hobby is turning off your morning alarms if he thinks you set them unreasonably early in comparison to when you fell asleep. He’s certainly not going to break that pattern for the start of a vacation, when you should be resting. You’ll wake whenever you naturally wake up, JD still wrapped around you. You’ll shower, drink some coffee, do one last check of the luggage and then he’ll haul everything out to the car for you, no matter how much you both packed. He likes you to not lift a finger during your trips and it starts before you ever leave the house. It certainly puts you into a vacation mindset.

David Mccall - David himself is an early riser but likes to let you sleep in whenever he can. The start of a vacation is certainly one of those times. He spends the hours before you wake taking care of last minute things. He checks all the bags again, makes sure everything you could possibly need is packed, then loads up the car. He makes sure the house is clean so there’s no mess to come back to that you’ll stress yourself out over. Closer to the time he knows you’ll get up he starts making breakfast for you. He’s so focused on the task he jumps when your arms loop around his waist and you start to press grateful sleepy kisses to his back. You’ll be on the road in an hour or two, he’s in no rush. He wants you relaxed and enjoying yourself every step of the way.

Josh Washington - Due to his insomnia he is not falling asleep any earlier than one am most nights. To ask him to get up at dawn would be like killing a puppy. You both sleep in, wake up sometime just before noon. You like to be realistic about your expectations for yourselves, so there’s no rush. A late start was factored into the plans from the beginning. You packed everything into the car the night before, so all there’s left to do is hop in. You wake yourselves up with some music to start. Barely twenty minutes on the road you see a cute diner and stop for late breakfast. You smile at each other as the afternoon sun shines on both your faces, sleepily discussing what you’re most excited about doing when you arrive at your destination.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan likes your journeys to begin in the dead of night. Whether it’s heading to the airport or hopping in the car to start a long drive, a 9pm start time is the sweet spot for him. He doesn’t like waking up early to start trips in the morning. Nor does he like being stuck in the claustrophobic traffic of other human bodies or cars during the afternoon. You’ll be dead tired by the time you get wherever you’re going but having a good beginning to vacations is important. Especially for Nathan. When you start at night his anxiety tends to be lower for the whole trip. The things we do for love.

[sharkorok]

“did you drink water?” (enha)

or where enhypen reacts to their idol!s/o passing out

cw/genre: fainting, mostly fluff but reader is hard on themself

requested: yassss :D

a/n: why does it feel like a year since I last posted lolol srry but papa sharkie’s home now

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heeseung

-ok so it happened at a music festival you both were attending, n after his performances were done he decided to visit you !!

-you looked pale and he was worried but he understood how both of your careers work, until you missed a step and fell down, slumping on the floor

-he had to fight every single nerve in his body, he wanted to run to you and check on you, he was so nervous :(

-the second you were backstage and no cameras were around he was all over you, he got you water and some snacks from food vendors, laying you down and playing with your hair while some medical staff made sure you’re alright

-kisses you all over and takes ur phone so you can’t look at twitter so you don’t see any posts being mean or u get embarrassed

-he’s so so so comforting and he refuses to leave ur side until staff pries him off

-expect him to visit your hotel and hold you until you fall asleep, esp if u were nauseous !

-ur members gush that he stayed with u the whole night until his manager found him

jay

-awards show rehearsals and stage prep, groups were mingling around the venue, while your’s was getting their mics checked and stuff

-you want to put your full effort in, even if it was just rehearsals and mic checks, especially to impress ur boyfie lol <3

-but you served too hard and you stumbled, falling over as your members rushed to catch you, Jay practically jumping from where he was sitting

-he runs backstage and he’s taking care of u, chilled water bottle and a cold towel around your neck, making sure staff is checking on you and asking every few seconds about what happened exactly

-and if u try to say something? “shhh baby, don’t talk right now.”

-gets so >:[ if you even try to suggest you continuing to perform!

-“jay, I feel better, I can take a ten minute stage.” “nuh-uh.” and ur just like omfg this boy

-so begrudgingly you stay behind during the live performance, and jay promises you that you didn’t let anyone down, your health is the top priority

jake

-nearly exposes your relationship with his reaction (I’m gonna be honest I’m out of scenarios so sorry)

-he practically jumps out of his seat the second you collapse on stage, jay grabbing his wrist and gesturing towards the cameras focused on them

-“I can’t just not see them!” “I know, but staff will take care of y/n. Let’s just wait for attendees to leave.” jay reassured, but jake still wasn’t happy

-he was gripping the seats trying not to run to you immediately

-and the second he can see you again?? he makes sure to ask staff what he can do to help you, and if you’re alright and he’s constantly kissing the back of your hand

-“no baby, don’t get up just yet, wait until we get the clear from staff ok?”

-you’re so EMBARRASSED!! so ur like hiding in his shoulder, trying not to cry

-he’s hyping you up tho and trying to bring some light to the situation like, “wow you performed so well that even ur own body couldn’t handle it babe”

-sneaks into ur company van so he can make sure ur okay on the way home LMAO

sunghoon

-there’s a fancam out there of his reaction to you fainting on stage where you can clearly see him saying “oh shit”

-nervously looking at his members w an evident side eye as if he’s asking if he should pull a k drama moment and run up there to hold you or if he should keep his job

-so so so nervous that it might be something more serious, or you could’ve fallen in a way that got you a head injury, or maybe it just so embarrassed that you’ll faint again once u wake up who knows

-my king of overthinking

-but doesn’t want to worry you or make it a big deal because he understands how that can make someone feel worse LMAO

-“omg y/n you fainted?? I didn’t even notice ong you’re so professional babe 😍😍”

-doesn’t really know how to help you so he’s awkwardly standing around staff while offering the occasional “whooo you can do it y/n!!” tryna be supportive 💀

-once ur better he feels more comfortable taking you out for some comfort food and supplies a ton of kisses

sunoo

-ok this has been on my mind the entire time while I was writing this but he’d def argue w people online if “lazy” or “unprofessional” accusations started popping up

-he probably already has a fan acc he uses to stalk posts pertaining him or you, n he’s pressed when he sees a tabloid accusing you of being lazy

-you come home after a quick check up to see him furiously typing on the couch b4 he looks up to you and gets all smiley again

-so so so supportive and also distracts you from the situation so you don’t have to think about it :>

-“shhh don’t look at Twitter let’s just watch this cute little show together ok? :)”

-keeps an extra close eye on ur Twitter feed for the next few days

-and an even closer eye on ur health! switches out any dietary supplements u take for multivitamins n fights w staff if they try to continue a restrictive diet on you

-ensures you’ll never faint again to the best of his ability

jungwon

-literally the second u woke up it was “did you drink enough water today??”

-you thought u died and ascended to heaven and you were looking at an angel but it was just jungwon worriedly staring at you

-doesn’t want to seem immature by hounding staff to ask questions, but truthfully, he wants to grab them by the shoulders and freak out

-but he wants to be strong for u!! and so he grabs you the best water bottle, some snacks for your blood sugar, and a fan in order to help you recover

-is so comforting about it, reassures you that this is going to happen to basically every idol, he’s so sweet I’m going to cry.

-sends a bouquet to the dorms later on with a “hope you feel better!” card T^T

niki

-he’s so worried about you but he could tell with the recent dating rumors between you two he has to stay as calm as possible, in case fans were trying to film his reaction

-another idol tried to invite him to the after party but he’s nowhere to be found, practically sprinting backstage to check on you

-“babe omg u literally fell for me…” <- the first thing he says upon seeing you -_- lolol

-doesn’t really know how to act in front of management and staff, so once you two are in a more private space he’s all over you

-checking your temp, elevating your head, googling how to help someone recovery from fainting LMAO

-“trust I’ll report every single fancam I see” <- him if u say ur embarrassed about passing out on stage

-sweet boy flies off of the couch you’re laying on the second ur manager comes in tho lol, expect him to visit later tonight to properly make sure ur ok! <3

[just1cefor4ll]

hi!!! can you write joost x fem!reader

where joost and reader are on the tour together, so many people are shipping them, but them themself are too shy to act on their feelings, when finally during the concert joost performs friesenjung (while reader does some back vocal or shit) and when it comes to the part "Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester" he randomly takes courage to kiss the reader!?!?!?!? 🫶

Have to get this off my chest, I’m telling you today

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: not proof read, swearing

A/N: this is a bit short and the ending is so baad but I tried to cook something up for you cuz I havent been posting that often lmao

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It was a long day. Your whole body was sweating and you were almost out of breath, the hot hair in the bar you were performing in making it hard to grasp even a small amount of air. You were a DJ of sort for Joosts concert, playing his songs, some backing vocals and overall just made the experience just a tad bit livelier. It was amazing, the people singing along to every possible song, even Joosts new song “Luchtballon” which was surprising how people already knew the words after such a short period of time. It was time to play one of his classics, Friesenjung which you yourself adored and Joost knew that. He smiled at the crowd, that beautiful, silly smile that managed to light up the room.

The flash of the phones making you barely see the crowd but their excited voices could only make you imagine the looks on their faces. The song was slowly coming to an end, only about a minute left and you could finally go home and have a fun weekend with friends.

“Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester.”

You felt soft lips on yours, the world around you stopping as you collect your thoughts. The voices, screams, music were muffled, everything blurry except one person, and that person was Joost. He eyes you for the rest of the song, your stomach turning and knees weak. The song finally ended, thanking all the gods, before quickly going backstage and gathering your stuff, speed walking out the front door and look for your car in the dark parking lot. When you did find it you heard footsteps behind you, fast ones at that. You knew it was Joost, no fan would be crazy enough to chase you in a parking lot when you looked like you just had the worst nights of your life. Ever since that kiss, you got terribly aware of yourself. Your body was sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead and your clothing clung to you in a very uncomfortable way making you squirm. Before you could shut the door of your car, Joost stopped it and opened it once again, letting the cool air hit you like a truck.

He gently pulled you out the car, pulling you into a hug you didn’t return. You still felt disgusting, the awareness not leaving you so Joost awkwardly pulled away. He looked you in the eyes, it looked like he was desperate to know what you felt in that moment. “Liefde I.. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.. I really didn’t.” He said, but you just stayed silent, looking down at your feet hoping for this very awkward situation to end. You loved Joost with your whole heart, but all of this was very sudden and you didn’t get time to gather your thoughts.. making your voice get stuck in your throat every time you wanted to say something. Joost looked hurt, it was like you but a dagger through his heart but he put on a soft smile. “Yeah I get it liefje.. I’ll see you next Friday yeah?” Right, you were supposed to perform again next week, how exciting. You nod before getting inside your car, giving him a small wave before driving away leaving him to stand alone, heartbroken in the empty parking lot.

Friday came by faster then usual, you felt more happy and confident then you did last Friday. You were wearing one of your favourite outfits you felt good in, feeling clean and pretty.. everything goes as planned so far which was how most good days started so you were more then confident to perform that night. When you got to the venue, Joost wasn’t there yet which was odd since he was always there to greet you with a hug and smile on his face, sometimes even a small gift like a coffee or sweet treat. It felt lonely without him but you decided to wait patiently, setting the stage up when he finally showed up looking very upset. You ran up to him, pulling him into a hug which he returned. It looked like the hug lightened his mood, making you smile. “We got this yeah? We’ll talk after the show I promise.. Do your worst.” You tease making him chuckle and walk on stage along with you, the crowd screaming.

The show went by smoothly without any complications, which was relieving but now you had to talk to Joost. Suddenly everything you practiced you would say left your mind, your knees going weak and hands go cold and shaky.

Joost stood there backstage, waiting for you when he noticed you and eyed you closely. You hyped yourself up before walking towards him, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a loving kiss. Joost smirked into the kiss, his hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you closer. It was a long kiss, air slowly leaving your body but even after Joost had the energy to kiss you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around and tasting every corner of your mouth. By the time he pulled away you were breathing heavily, lips swollen and your whole body weak. “Missed my touch so badly, hm?” He asked with a smirk making you look away, cheeks hot and head fuzzy. He put a finger on your jaw so he could make you look right back at him. He smiled and kissed your forehead, bringing you into an embrace. “I’m so glad you came back.. I was literally going mad without you.” You smirk and look up at him. “Missed me that bad, hm?” He chuckled opening the back door and walked you to your car, this time hand in hand.

You turned to him, the moons light shining into his beautiful blue eyes making him look angelic. “Thanks.. for tonight. You were great.” You say, awkwardly scratching your head and he nods. “Yeah, thanks. Well.. see you tommorow?” He asks and you raise a brow, your next show was next week? Did you have plans for tommorow you forgot about? The confused expression on your face amused him, laughing it off and whispered in your ear. “Just get ready for 7pm. Nothing too fancy but dress nice for me.. ‘kay?” He says and kisses your cheek before walking off. “Slaapwel mijn lievered.” (Sleep tight my sweet.)

[penumbra-mayhem]

The Answer - Sam/Darlin’ fic

Darlin’ gives Sam their answer on whether or not they want to be a vampire.

(I hc Darlin’ with a stutter, more on that here)

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Sam had woken in the late evening, bed empty next to him from when Darlin’ had left for a gig hours before. Having no work that night, he carried through his “morning” routine in languor, record playing, windows open, coffee brewing.

He filled the time waiting for Darlin’s return researching new places to live. The new position Gabriela had offered him paid well, but certainly less than he made now. Once he officially left the Solaire House, they’d have to downsize considerably and possibly (he shuddered at the thought) move closer to the city.

Just after 1 am, Sam heard the rumble of Darlin’s bike as they pulled up to the house. Rising from his desk, he headed to the front door to greet them. They beat him to it, rushing inside as they yanked their gloves from their hands and shucked their jacket off.

“Hey,” Sam started, his voice quickly dying in his throat, “How was…work…”

Darlin’ was fumbling with the strap of their helmet, a weak whine leaking from their throat as they struggled. Sam closed the distance between them and grasped their hands, drawing them away from the strap and replacing them with his own.

He unclasped it and slid the helmet off, taking care to not catch it on any of their piercings, before placing it on the coat rack.

Sam could feel Darlin’s core whirring. “Rough gig?” he asked, wincing when Darlin’ actively avoided his gaze.

They gave a half-shrug, their voice feeble, “Something l-l-l-like tha-that.”

Then they were retreating towards the door, muttering before Sam could speak, “I-I-I’m going for-for a run.”

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The next few hours were…tense. Sam tried to keep up the house hunt, but found himself staring at an empty search bar until his eyes were strained and his head was buzzing.

He finished his coffee, refilled his mug, then downed it again. He cranked the volume up on his record player and kept the front door open so he could hear the music from the porch.

Nothing could calm his nerves. Not the music. Not the crickets and frogs. Not even the coffee. He sat on the top porch step, resigned to wait for Darlin’, unable to focus on anything else until he knew they were okay.

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Sam could smell them before he could see them; the wind carried their sharp, smoky scent through the trees. That alone helped to ease his anxiety a bit.

Soon after, Darlin’ stalked out of the surrounding forest, still in their shifted form. Tongue hanging from their open jaw, their breath came out in heavy pants as they made their way to the house.

He said nothing as they approached. Instead, he placed his mug down beside him and scanned their body from afar for any injuries they might have sustained on their run.

Claws clicked against wood as Darlin’ climbed the porch steps and heaved their head onto Sam’s lap. His hands untangled the wind from their fur with delicate fingers and careful strokes; the two stayed that way for a long time before Darlin’ shifted back.

They kept their head in Sam’s lap. They didn’t move at all.

Sam was about to break the silence when they finally found their voice.

“I-I can’t d-do it-it.”

Sam’s hands only halted in their hair for a moment before continuing. After they didn’t elaborate, he asked, “Do what?”

Darlin’ didn’t respond. Tracing his fingertips down their left arm, he brought their clenched fist to his lips before asking again, “Darlin’, what can’t you do?”

Darlin’ slowly pulled their hand out of Sam’s grasp, then raised their head from his lap. Making themself into a ball on the step, they continued to avoid Sam’s gaze, looking down at the steps before them instead. They took a trembling breath.

Then it came out, all at once, their voice thick with guilt:

“I-I’ve b-b-b-been thinking since y-you asked mmmme—and-and then t-t-t-today sssomeone mmmade a-a joke at-at wwwork about mmme t-turning. They d-didn’t even knnnnow you asked b-but it-it just…I…I-I can’t t-t-turn. I’m sorry.”

Sam’s stomach turned.

“It’s nnnot b-b-because I-I don’t wwwant t-to b-be wwwwith you. I-I p-p-promise. I’ve just wwworked so-so hard to get wwwwwhere I-I am wwwith the p-pack and wwwith mmmy own wwwwolf, and I-I don’t wwwant to l-lose that—b-but I-I don’t wwwant to l-lose you either…I-I’m ssso sorry.”

There it was again, that apology. It made Sam’s stomach sour.

Darlin’ looked scared shitless. They stayed completely still as Sam scooted closer to them and wrapped his arms around their tightened frame. Even when he pulled them into his chest, even when he kissed the top of their head and ran his fingers through their hair, they didn’t move. All their movement was centered in their chest, their heart a flurry of palpitations.

“You have nothin’ to apologize for, love. Absolutely nothin’,” he promised, kissing their head once again, “I’m so glad you told me. I’m so…” He took a moment to steady himself as the tears pooling in his eyes threatened to crack his voice. “I’m so proud of you.”

Darlin’ pulled back in confusion, asking, “P-Proud?” They blanched at the sight of Sam’s glassy eyes. “Y-You’re crying.”

“Happy tears, darlin’,” he assured them as said tears began to slide down his cheeks. Despite the fear and uncertainty of how Sam really felt lodged in their chest, Darlin’ couldn’t help but reach out to brush the tears away. Sam leaned into their touch instinctively, pressing his cheek and then his lips into their palm.

“I’m proud that you told me,” he explained, his voice muffled by their hand. As he moved closer, they dropped their hand. Sam let them, holding their gaze whenever their flitting eyes met his.

“I know that must have been scary—terrifyin’, really, if it felt anythin’ like it did for me when I asked you about turnin’. So yes, I’m proud that you told me.”

He grasped Darlin’s hands. As more tears appeared, their paths were pulled into the lines of his beaming smile. “I’m proud that you made the choice you wanted, not what you thought I wanted. And I’m so happy you get to make that choice. That you get to decide whether you turn or not. That’s why I asked in the first place. To let you know that it was your decision. No one else’s.”

“You’re nnnot disap-p-pointed?”

Sam pulled them into his arms once more, kissing their lips before answering, “Never. I’m not disappointed. I don’t feel betrayed. There is only pride and love in my heart for you.”

“I-I’m gonna grow old,” they admitted, their arms tight around his torso.

“Yes. And what a beautiful thing.”

“…b-but you wwwon’t.”

Sam frowned. “Maybe not physically. But in spirit? In the ways that matter? We’ll grow old together.”

Darlin’ kissed his shoulder before pulling their head back and meeting Sam’s gaze, a delicate smile on their lips.

“I-I’d l-l-like that.”

[zorlok-if]

The new prologue it’s definitely AWESOME, I’ve played the game a few times to see different options, but I don’t know what determines the demon’s personality, because I got a friendlier? demon once but couldn’t figure out how to get it while I replay. 

Aw, thank you! Happy to answer your question but putting it below the cut since it's technically a spoiler, I guess :)

There are two different choices that Tommy makes which determine how the demon will present themself to him. They're always trying to charm and impress Tommy, and are just a charming person in general, but the demon chooses what side/version of themself to show to Tommy after looking into his mind and determining what they think will be most effective to make him sign a pact.

The first choice is how Tommy reacts to his friends when he says that the demon's name is Zorlok: Passive, Assertive, or Chill. The second choice (a little more indirect than the first one) is how Tommy leaves the conversation with Harlow. He can either leave the shop feeling Sure (believes in magic and knows that Harlow is a witch), Unsure (doubtful of Harlow), Grumpy (made Harlow mad and was assertive before), or Scared (made Harlow mad and was passive or chill).

Now there are 3.5 (technically 4) different ways the demon can act. Let's call them the Version 1, Version 2, Version 3, and Version 3.5:

VERSION 1 - A version of themself that plays up their sarcasm and seems to be more unbothered and chill. With this version they're trying to prove to Tommy that they can be the cool role model he's looking for. This version is apologetic, somewhat, for the mental invasion but will want Tommy to admit/see that he's in the wrong as well for intruding upon them. Tommy can ask for a proof of their power as long as they didn't leave Harlow's shop Sure that the ritual would work. (Probably the most common version players will encounter.)

To see this version choose either: Chill + Unsure, Chill + Sure, or Assertive + Unsure (there are slight differences in all three routes, but that's mostly flavor text)

VERSION 2 - A bombastic and unapologetic version of themself. This version of the demon is trying to appear like a classical demon, to impress Tommy with their prowess and power and be the exact kind of infernal force he needs to turn his life around. They will use more archaic words/phrasing and will want to demonstrate their power for Tommy.

To see this version choose either: Assertive + Sure or Assertive + Grumpy (there are differences between these two routes, in particular Assertive + Grumpy has one of my fav responses to the demon which is essentially "fuck you" but, you know Tommy, he doesn't swear)

VERSION 3 - With this version the demon will be deeply apologetic and really nice, getting Tommy back on their side after a rocky start. This persona's primary objective is to make Tommy think they can be the friend he's been looking for.

To see this version choose either: Passive + Sure or Passive + Unsure (slight differences between these two routes, maybe? I don't remember)

VERSION 3.5 - A variant of version 3 that's even more apologetic and flattering. This version's primary objective is to make Tommy think of them as human rather than demonic. When you encounter this version the game music also returns to Tommy's theme because they're trying to make Tommy think of the demon as the same as him. They want Tommy to feel completely safe with them after scaring him so much.

To see this version choose either: Passive + Scared or Chill + Scared (I don't think there's any difference between the two, but I could be wrong)

[pink-amethyst-tarot]

♡ What's Coming Next For You In Love ♡

P I L E 1 ~ P I L E 2 ~ P I L E 3

♡ P I L E 1 ♡ All I really need to know is that you believe

Ten Of Pentacles, Seven of Wands, Nine of Pentacles (Reversed), Eight of Cups (Reversed), Page of Swords

Bottom of the Deck: Knight of Swords

This Relationship will be a prosperous one and this person will fight for you. They will let you know that you are a top priority for them. I'm getting that you will be so very dedicated to this person coming in BUT you are being warned to no lose yourself in them and to no be too in your own head when it comes to this relationship. It's fine to daydream and to be in love but it's important to remember that you matter, too. Your family and friends are just as important as your cutie pie.

Something you'll love is how intellectual this person is and will love talking to them. I can see you two sitting closer together and talking and smiling. I have a feeling that this person will not want to be open at first or will be scared to let their guard down. They may have had people tell them to "tone it down", so they won't show all of themself all at once but once open up, they'll really see how special they are.

I'm also getting a channeled message saying that some of you need to let go of an ex before getting with someone new. If you don't you could lose someone really great.

Channeled song: I Would Die 4 U by Prince

I'm not your lover // I'm not your friend // I am something that you'll never comprehend // No need to worry // No need to cry // I'm your Messiah and you're the reason why //

♡ P I L E 2 ♡ Come out of hiding, I'm right here, beside you

The Star, Seven of Wands, Strength, The Sun, Page of Wands (Reversed)

Bottom of the Deck: Nine of Cups

In the past, you may have been in lack luster relationships; relationships that lacked passion or chemistry. WELL, THAT'S ALL IN THE PAST NOW BAYBEEE!!! The person coming in for you is a wish come true. Like, imagine the person you wrote about in your diary in middle school but so much better. They are all you ever wanted and more! For many of you, I would even say this is a soulmate connection! (AMAZING!) In this next connection, this person will see you as their hope and their inspiration; you are their muse. Not only will you being in love with your person, but you will also be best friends with your person!! I'm getting that a lot of you already know who this person is.

This person has some serious "golden retriever" energy! You may take trips together too but it's not just the both of you but with friends too because you guys are like a big family and you all just love being together. I'm getting that this person could be a Leo (Sun, Moon, Rising, or Venus). I keep coming back to the "golden retriever" energy! They just have a bright personality, and they are so warm and inviting. They are just so fun to be with and they are the life of the party. This person also has such a weak spot for you. You're their kryptonite. They will do anything for you and will fight to keep you if they have to. I feel like even when the two of you are official, they want to still prove to you that they desire you and they still care about you. They want to make it really clear that they want you always and always will.

Channeled song: You Matter To Me from Waitress: The Musical by Sara Bareilles ft. Jason Mraz

because you matter to me // simple and plain // not much to ask from somebody // you matter to me // I promise you do, you // you matter too // I promise you do // you'll see // you matter to me //

♡ P I L E 3 ♡

Ace of Pentacles, Five of Cups, Queen of Cups (Reversed). Six of wands, Ace of Wands

Bottom of the Deck: The Chariot

What seemed like a hot fling, is going to quickly change into a stable relationship. I can hear you now. "What do you mean? I'm having fun! I don't want anything serious right now!" Well, too bad. This love is ready for you, and I think you're ready for it. You may be scared of settling down with someone because of a past heartbreak. I'm getting that this person was kind of a bum, for lack of a better word. This person was not good for you nor were they good to you and they really did some damage when they were in your life. They didn't give you what you needed in the relationship. They didn't provide balance to the relationship. You gave all of yourself to this person, only to receive nothing in return. It won't be like that with this new person. This is a love worth celebrating and trust me when I say that you will feel celebrated by your beau. They are going to show you off and remind you of how important you are, how special you are. They are going to remind you of how much they love you and care for you every single chance that they get. While writing this, I'm channeling that your person wants to say that you have a beautiful heart and they are going to keep it safe. Know that this person sees being with you as a great victory.

OMG, I hope you like a flirt because they are gonna make you blush like you committed a sin! It will be like two teenagers in love but with more stability and maturity. This will be something very long term. This person is dedicated to you and your relationship. I'm getting that not all of you are the type to want to get married but for those of you who do, expect to hear those wedding bells ringing! The colors, emerald green, gold, pink, white and a cool grey could be significant to you.

Channeled Message: "Baby, our love is older than this life we live in now. It dates back further than our human minds can comprehend. Don't run from this; from us. We choose each other every lifetime. Don't let this time be any different."

Channeled song: Still by Tamia

Feels like the first time we met // When I kissed // and I told you I love you //

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[shygirl4991]

Chapter 3 Pride in yourself

All art belongs to @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! Fic prompt from @itsajanea Last Chapter Next chapter Tags: Angst, Romance, Action Adventure, jealously, love confessions, SMG4 discovers he is bi, fluff

The party has ended with the guests all gone, SMG4 sighs, cleaning up the castle with the help of Mario and Tari. As he swept the floor his mind kept going back to Aster and SMG3 having fun together, he could feel his eyes sting from the memory. Shaking his head he focused on cleaning rather than his confusing emotions, Mario stood from afar watching his best friend. Frowning he looks down at the pasta in his hand, that's when an idea hits him.  SMG4 smiles at his friends as he walks to them to the front of the castle “Thanks for helping out, see you both tomorrow!” he waves at the pair before closing the door.  

Once alone he walks to his room changing into his iconic overalls, he then throws himself on his bed. He lets out a weary sigh, he hasn't felt this drain since the castle incident. His eyes drifted to a photo on his dresser, he turns and picks it up, his hat falling off his head as he looks at the photo. The photo was of him, Three, and Mario throwing a small party for Mar10 day. After what happened with everything Four felt he had to make up for his mistakes, he remembered how grumpy SMG3 was when he dragged him over. SMG4 giggled at how adorable he found it, he blushes noticing his thoughts and drops the photo next to him in bed. 

He laid there staring at the roof confused, his mind going back to what Mario told him “Gay for SMG3…yeah right.” He turns in his bed to see the photo again, his eyes fixed on SMG3 as he drifts to sleep. He opens them again to see he was back in Peach's castle, he felt his blood run cold as he looked around. Slowly he walked around, he started to hear loud music blasting through the castle. Confused by this, he followed the sound, the sight he found made him gasped.There everyone was wearing formal wear, Mario turned and ran up to him “What are you doing here, meme boy? It’s too late, Aster and SMG3…”  Not understanding his best friend he turns and sees Aster and SMG3 in their wedding outfits cutting the cake. He felt sick again at the sight of Three looking so soft at Aster, he shakes his head letting out a shaky smile “I..I am sooo happy for them!” 

Mario gives him a tight hug “Then why even in your dreams you cry?” startled from the comment SMG4 touches his face to feel his tears. Before Four could comment on anything a loud bang jolts him awake, he blinks still waking up confused on what's happening. There he sees Mario running up to him worried, Four looks away wiping his tears “Mario why are you here?” 

The plumber steps back and shows him a bag “Mario is taking you on a trip! We are seeing a professional to help you with the gay.” SMG4 blinks, staring at the bag then at his best friend, with a sigh he lays back in his bed.  Mario rolls his eyes and grabs SMG4 leg dragging him out of the bed “WHA!? MARIO LET ME GO!” Mario kept going ignoring the guardians pleas, he had a mission and he wont let nothing stop him. 

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Aster tosses and turns in bed, they feel their body heat up and pain surge through them. Flashes of a bright light coming at them kept playing on loop, then a huge explosion happened causing Aster to jolt up from their sleep breathing heavily. Their body was shaking as they struggled to calm their breathing, still seeing the bright light coming at them. They jump feeling something warm and comforting holding their arm, slowly their breathing relaxed as their eyes shifted to the person next to them. It took a moment to remember that after SMG4 party SMG3 asked them to stay the night, they stare at the sleeping man’s face. With a sigh they slowly pulled themself away, getting up from the bed Aster looked around the room. They needed something to wear that wasn't their formal wear, knowing the height difference between them and Three meant they were going to have to use a little trick to get something to fit. As they look around the room their eyes locked onto the USB on the shelf, he gets closer looking at it “Is this how you got to the world?” They slowly reach for it before stopping themself, this wasn’t their mission and need to make sure not to mess with anything that could give them away. They kept looking and found a journal in one of the drawers, they looked back at the bed seeing SMG3 was still sleeping. It was risky taking the whole thing for information, quickly they ripped a few pages out and shoved them in their bag. With a sigh they were about to give up the search for comfy pajamas till they notice a small pile of clothes in a box, they get closer and smile as they take the pajamas out. Their eyes glow purple as they sprinkle dust on the clothes to grow slightly. “Not too much now, wouldn't want my darling to notice something off,”  with a giggle they change into the pajamas finally free from their formal wear.

Once changed they walk to the elevator with their things and go up, so far things were going smooth, they were so sure that the man would wake up. As they arrive at the surface they grab their bag ready to leave, suddenly their phone rings as they walk towards the front door. Looking at the number Aster groans “Yes father?” they could hear the star mumbling something before talking to them “Are you still with the target?” Aster sighs as they drop their bag and lean on the counter “Of course I am, where do you think I am? Hitting on some random person in the kingdom, I just got him as my boyfriend. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't want to spend more time with him?” Ztar sighs “You know what happens if you're out too long without eating,” Aster rolls their eyes as they listen to the dark star scolding him. Their eyes flicker red as their grip on the phone tightens “SHUT UP!” realizing what they did they take a deep breath “Sorry…just dad I will follow your orders and not fail you, so just trust me?” Ztar lets out a dark chuckle sending chills down Aster spine “I trust you, i don't trust SMG3. Don't fall for the good guardian act, make sure that idiot falls for you, let him say the words I love you. Once he does you know what you must do,” With those words the call ends leaving Aster staring at their phone frowning.

Aster looks at their bag then at the elevator, they go to their bag and take out their hair tie. With a hum they pick up their hair and walk into the kitchen “ A good partner makes breakfast for their boyfriend, plus…some sugar would be nice right now.” They start to hum a song as they go around the kitchen grabbing the ingredients needed to make the pair pancakes, they hear a bark and turn to see Eggdog watching them. Aster’s eyes go wide seeing the pup before going up to him and giving the pup a hug “Ah Eggdog’s are so cute! Would you like to be my helper?” with a bark Aster goes back to cooking with Eggdog by his side. SMG3 slowly opens his eyes as he pats the spot next to him, sitting up he frowns seeing the spot empty. With a sigh he gets up “I’m sure they have already run home,” getting out of bed he lets out a yawn before brushing his teeth and making his way to the elevator. He rubs his eyes “Need to figure out how to bring in a crowd,” he leans against the elevator walls thinking about the state of his cafe. While he was making money, it wouldn't be enough to keep the business going. The amount he spends on making his bombs along with always having to call someone in to fix his coffee maker thanks to Mario leads him to spending more than he expected.

As the elevator doors open he steps out only to be given a surprise, his eyes go wide as he blushes seeing Aster cooking and dancing with Eggdog “ We could have been so good together, we could have lived this dance forever. But now, who’s gonna dance with me?” Aster drops the last pancake on the plate as they cover one stack with whip cream. 

They turn ready to place the plates on the table, the sight of Aster in his pajamas with their hair up made SMG3 heart race. He couldn't believe he had such an attractive partner “Uh…morning you,” Aster jumps turning around with wide eyes “SMG3?! Ahem, ah darling, I see you are awake. I thought I would make something to eat before I go.” Three stares at the two plates and notice the stack with an unhealthy amount of whip cream, Aster sits in front of that stack placing sprinkles and syrup on the stack. Three take the bottle of syrup from them with a small smile “You know, i'm not one to judge people’s taste given i like to drink out of a bottle of hot sauce. But I have to admit I never expected someone like you to have a sweet tooth.” Aster lets out a soft giggle catching Three by surprise “When I'm stressed I tend to eat sugary things,” their violet eyes that shine brightly dim as they stare at the stack “I also can't taste things without it being covered in sugar, not sure why.” SMG3 frowns as he reaches out grabbing Aster hand, they look up from their plate to see a soft look from the man in front of them “Hey doesn't matter, i will make sure to make the sweetest cup of coffee just for you.” He wink’s causing Aster to feel strange, with a small shake of their head they focus on the role they are playing. They give a charming smile towards Three “My my darling, almost feels like you're trying to outdo me on the charm!” SMG3 laughs “Me? Never after all i could never sing careless whispers as proud as you do when cooking!” Aster’s face goes bright red hearing the man's words, Three takes a bite of his pancakes before smirking at his partner “Didn't expect to get the mighty Aster so red in the face, not a fan of people hearing you sing?” 

Aster scoffs as they shove pancakes into their mouth, then an idea comes to them. With a chuckle they get up “Alright darling, if you think you can out charm me then show me your moves.” Three stares confused at them before getting pulled out of the chair “Come on!” Aster gives Three a bright smile that makes him laugh as they start playing careless whispers on their phone, Three rolls his eyes as he takes Aster hands. “Really?” Three shakes his head amused as Aster pulls Three closer “What can i say, i feel a connection with this song!” Three chuckles looking into Aster eyes. They smile at each other as they sway to the song, forgetting their meal as the pair get lost in their dance. Three listens to the lyrics, frowning at the idea of possibly losing Aster due to his fears he decides to take a deep breath. “Hey Aster?” Three lets go of Aster hands as he wraps his arms around their neck, Aster looks into his eyes curious. “Yes darling? Is something wrong?” Three shakes his head “We just became official, and you have been the one doing all the heavy lifting while I'm just standing here like an idiot.” Aster’s hands slowly rest on Three’s waist, “Well darling i don't min-” SMG3 places a finger on Aster’s lips “I take your challenge on charming you, tonight meet me at Bowser’s restaurant.” Aster’s eyes go wide in surprise before they smile, Three could swear he saw stars in their eyes as he moves his finger from their lips “Deal!” they shouted before bending down and sealing the agreement with a kiss. 

They smile at Three before hearing a ding from their cell phone, taking out their phone Aster lets out a sigh.  Three frowns seeing their reaction, Aster grabs their plate of pancakes and quickly eats it. With their mouth full they run to grab their bag “Sorry,” they swallow the food to speak more properly “I got a job to do, you know how it is. See you tonight?”  Three nods as he gives Aster a quick peck before watching them run out of the cafe, he turns and stares at his plate of pancakes. Slowly he smiles at the plate then turns to Eggdog “They are amazing aren't they Eggdog?”  The pup barks hopping around in joy,  he walks to the table to finish his meal. As Aster walks out the cafe they hear the whisper of a wish, they pause, turning to look at the cafe. They focus on the whisper ‘I wish I could get more customers to save my cafe and be able to spoil Aster tonight.’

Aster’s eyes go wide at the wish “This is new…maybe i can use this,” with a nod they go back to walking away. Knowing what SMG3 desired was exactly what they needed to get even closer to the man, they just needed to think how they could get customers over to him. Getting lost in their thoughts they jump up in surprise when Ztar opens the door for them “What has your mind?” Aster lets out an awkward laugh “Haha oh hey dad, I was just thinking of a new plan to charm the target.” Ztar stares at them for a moment before heading inside the house, Aster sighs looking around before heading inside. When the pair arrived to the world Ztar told them how they needed a home far away from people, they had to stay hidden to make sure no one could stop their plan. Aster didn't get it given so many creatures in the world were not human, a world mix with memes, guardians and other entities it always made them wonder why they must stay hidden. Aster throws themself on the couch as they take out a notebook, Ztar floats over to them “You haven't eaten yet.”  Aster waves their hands to shoo away the star. “I don't need it, plus right now I have the perfect plan and I can't let it escape me.”  Ztar glares at them using his dark energy to pull the notebook out of Aster’s hands “HEY!” they pout at the dark star. Ztar just keeps glaring at them before Aster groans “Just let me finish this sketch, then I will eat alright? Plus I had pancakes with plenty of sugar. I will be fine!”  

Ztar smacks Aster’s head with the notebook “You're not human, pancakes won't give you the energy needed.” Aster pouts, rubbing their head “I got it,” with that Ztar leaves Aster alone in the living room. Being free from their father’s watchful gaze they take out their phone, hitting play on their favorite playlist. As music starts playing they get back to putting together their sketch. 

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SMG4 gives up trying to fight Mario as he lets the plumber drag him, Four is then tossed into a building. He lets out a scream as he flies into the building causing someone else to scream along with him. Mario walks into the building with a huge smile “LUIGI ITS TIME!” SMG4 sits up confused as he looks around, Luigi panics, still shaking from the scare he hits a button under the counter. All the doors and windows get locked up tight as SMG4 eyes shrink “What?” Mario lets out an evil chuckle as he pats Four “Get ready meme boy, Mario is going to show you just how gay you are.” Four turns to look at Mario confused as the plumber walks over to his twin “Luigi has been out and proud for years now, he is the best one to help you!”  Luigi gives a shy wave as he walks over to Four, he offers a hand helping Four to his feet “Sorry about this, Mario told me you have been struggling with SMG3.” 

SMG4 blushes looking away from Luigi “No, I just don't understand why I'm having a hard time being happy that Three found someone. Aster doesn't seem like a bad person and yet…”  Luigi hums thinking over his words “I was like that before, back when Daisy started dating someone. Then when I was over Daisy I learned about my interest in men with Bowser. I never thought I would be upset over a villain dating another villain but there I was.” Four turns looking at Luigi “Bowser? The giant turtle that would sell his kids for nuggets?” Luigi chuckles as he rubs his arm, Four could only stare surprised by the plumber's taste in men. Mario smirks at Four “Aren't you in love with an ex villain?” Four turns glaring at his best friend “NO! I don't have feelings for Three, I'm just upset he found someone before me!” Mario looks at his twin waving his arms then pointing at Four, Luigi nods as he walks to the back of the building. After a few moments it finally clicked where he was, it was Luigi’s flower shop. He looks at the different plants in the room, there he sees a sunflower next to a purple tulip. He frowns looking away as the flowers bring him back to the memory of Aster and Three together at the party. Luigi returns with a laptop, on the screen was a quiz “Are you gay quiz? Really?” Four gives an unamused expression at the green plumber.

Luigi nods and points at the different tabs “What helped me figure things out were these quizzes! Before you push the idea about taking them, just know there is no shame in the results and you might feel better knowing that what if.” Four sighs taking the laptop from him “Pick a chair to sit weirdly in? How is that supposed to help anything?” he mumbles as he starts taking the quiz. His eyes go wide seeing the results, glaring he changes tabs not letting the others see what he got. As he finishes the second one he gets more flustered “OH COME ON!”  he goes on to the third tab swearing under his breath. The twins exchange a look of concern as they watch the man fight with the laptop. “WHAT DOES HAIR COLOR HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS!” he growls as he clicks away at the quiz. Luigi hides behind Mario in fear, Mario frowns seeing the reaction as he slowly pulls away from his twin. He walks over to Four “Maybe it's-a time to take a break?” Four reads the next question “You see an attractive member of the same gender in a..coffee shop. What's the first thing that comes to your mind?” Four blinks before he tosses the laptop getting up, Mario was expecting to see anger in the man’s eyes. Instead all he saw was fear and confusion “I…i just want to go home,” Mario nods walking over to the laptop he finally sees the result of the quizzes ‘Congrats your bi!” 

Mario looks at each tab each saying the same result, he turns to see SMG4 looking at the floor. Luigi slowly walks up to him “Four…are you okay?” Mario hits the button behind the counter as Four whispers “I dont know…” he turns to look at Luigi “But I don't have feelings for him.” With the doors open the twins watch as Four leaves, Luigi sighs as he sits down “Was this the right thing to do?” Mario nods as he keeps staring at the door “He never asks for help…we saw what happens when he keeps things to himself. Mario wont let him down again.”                                                 —---------------------------

Aster smiles as they spin their newly made outfit, they smile brightly as they put on their bomb earrings “Alright, maybe i didn't have to make a coffee n bomb maid outfit.” They look at their reflection “But i just rock this look!”  Ztar stares at Aster for a moment before letting out a cough, they jump at the sound turning around with wide eyes “Geez you scared the shit out of me!” Ztar floats close to Aster looking at their outfit “The true horror is that look, why are you dressed in an outfit with the target's shop name?”  Aster grabs a stack of freshly printed out flyers, they then wave the paper at the star's face. Ztar uses his dark energy to take the flyer from Aster, they smile seeing their father looking at the flyer “I'm going to help bring people to his cafe, he will be so happy that will score more points!” Ztar burns the flyer “You sure this is the reason?” He uses his dark energy to grab Aster. He pulls them close looking into the violet of their eyes “Don't let him get close to you, understood?” Aster nods as Ztar pushes them away. “Good, do have fun with your plan.” Once Ztar was gone Aster let out a shaky breath, the last thing they wanted to do was upset their father. With that thought in mind Aster makes sure the flyer’s were all accounted for then leaves the house.

As they leave the house they get pulled back by dark energy, they turn to see Ztar “If you happen to find a super star bring it home for me would you?” Aster sighs as they stare dead pan at their father, Ztar rolls his eyes letting Aster go. They watch as their father floats back into the house, shaking their heads as they head off to the town. As they enter the town they start to look around for a crowded area,  seeing people in the center of the plaza they walk over winking at some of the toads that were staring at them. The toads look away blushing making Aster chuckle as they make it to the center “HEY EVERYONE! I’m here to tell you all about a cafe, one with coffee that is out of this world!” 

A crowd surrounds Aster as they flash everyone with a charming smile, they hand over the flyers seeing people looking interested. While their looks were attracting a crowd they knew that wouldn't be enough to win everyone over, They slide up to a random person in the crowd and wink as their eyes glow slightly “What's your name sir?” The man looks at Aster confused. “Uh..it's Nick.” Aster leans closer to the man, the moment their eyes meet with the man’s time stopped “You love SMG3 coffee don't you? Why not help me convince these nice people?”  Aster takes a step back smiling as everything returns to normal, the man takes a flyer and walks over to his friend. They watch as the man excitedly tells his friends about the flyer, Nick turns to the crowd “That man in a dress is right! LETS ALL GO GET SOME COFFEE!” 

Aster frowns, staring at the man annoyed at the comment that was made of them. While no one would know what they would prefer to be referred to, what annoyed them the most was calling their maid outfit a dress. Sure it could be seen as one from a quick look, Aster on the other hand worked hard to make it look like one. They didn't spend hours making an outfit to have it called a dress, with sigh they shake off the man's words. They were being ridiculous letting something like that bother them, they turn around and start waving flyers to get people's attention. “SMG3 COFFEE N BOMBS! THE CAFE WITH EXPLOSIVE DRINKS!” They weren't sure how much time had passed, they could feel themself feeling drained from all the use of their power. As they hand out the last flyer, their smile drops. They stretch looking around to see the huge crowd from before now gone, Aster smiles “Here’s hoping this helps grant that wish.” They start to walk away when they feel someone pull at their skirt, confused they turn to see a Toad blushing at them. The green Toad looked up at them, eyes filled with desire that Aster knew very well. 

Before the Toad can open his mouth Aster steps back “Ah sorry, i need to head off but if fate decides it then i would gladly chat!” The Toad frowns as Aster begins to turn around, the room spined for them as they smell something. The Toad seeing Aster not moving anymore runs in front of him “At least let me tell you my name!” Aster’s eyes went wide, now understanding what was going on, they used too much energy.  They take a step back shaking their heads “NO! Ahem, my sweet toad isn't it better to leave these things as a mystery? I know it will certainly make me think about you more.”  They needed to get away from the Toad and his strong wish, as they looked around for an excuse to escape. Aster’s phone starts to ring, thanking the stars they pick up the phone and walk away from the Toad. 

SMG3 smiles hearing Aster pick up the phone, leaning on the counter he starts to doodle on his notepad “Hey babe, I just..needed to hear you.” Aster frowns as they stop walking “Everything alright darling?” They were getting nervous, there was no way the plan could fail after all they charmed the crowd SMG3 chuckles as he finishes his doodle of Aster “Everything is fine, Can’t a guy miss his partner?” Aster couldn't help smiling at the comment “Oh you can darling, but do know your presence is also missed. And you know I'm getting thirsty, think someone got a cup of coffee to give me?” Three’s eyes sparkle hearing Aster words “Of course but I charge extra to guys that think they can be charming!”  Aster shakes their head smiling brightly. “Alright I can take that since a handsome man is taking me somewhere, see you soon.” 

Aster hangs up still smiling at their phone, they then hear in the background someone calling out to them. Rolling their eyes they put their phone away and started walking again, they could feel their body getting heavy. The Toads voice behind them gets louder, offering his phone number.They grab their head feeling anger growing, their purple eyes turning red as they turn glaring at the green Toad.  The Toad giggles in excitement getting Aster attention, ignoring the angry expression on their face. “Okay i'm not going to be nice here, listen up mushroom i have a boyfriend and no time for small things like you. Get it?”  The green Toad waves his hand “Oh i don't mind you being taken, still got to take my shot right?” Aster’s eyes go back to purple as he blankly stares at the Toad “Your people are an interesting sort, listen I'm not interested and it's best if you don't get any closer you can get hurt.”  The Toad runs off and returns with a box to stand on, once on the box he grabs Aster’s hand. They look around awkwardly as the green Toad gives them a loving stare, Aster pulls away “No.”

The Toad frowns as Aster gasps seeing the aura again, they take a step back feeling themself losing control “LEAVE!” Aster covered their face thinking of anything that could stop the hungry only, SMG3 face pops in causing Aster to shake his head “Why did he have to come to mind ugh.” Toad looks down and cries “Fine…sorry for being a bother, good old Branden will leave.” As Branden was walking away he felt a hand on him, he turned looking surprised as he got taken. Red eyes glowing in the shadows as the Toad felt his chest tighten, a deep chuckle was heard  “What's going on? Dont hurt me!” 

SMG3 was freaking out, one moment he was relaxing in his cafe doodling his partner when an army of customers came in. His cafe hasn't been this busy in months, Three does his best to juggle all the orders as Eggdog dances to distract the new people coming in. Aster walks in the cafe wearing their usual outfit as they look around “Whoa full house!” hearing their voice Eggdog stops dancing and runs up to them. Aster giggles picking up the pup, Three turns as he hears Aster's voice and smiles at him “Hey! Sorry but I'm not sure I can save you a cup with how busy it is right now.”  Aster gives Eggdog a kiss on his head as they place the pup on the counter, they then start to take peoples orders. Three looks at Aster confused only to get a dismissive wave from them, Three softly smiles as he continues to make orders and deliver them. One of the girls was staring at Aster, she hummed as she drank her coffee watching every movement they did. Seeing the woman checking out Aster, Three steps in front of her “Better have a good reason for staring at my partner.” He glares at her as she awkwardly looks away. The girl’s friend snapped her fingers before taking out her cell phone “You know your partner looks like that maid guy, see look!” Three looks at her phone and gasps seeing Aster in a coffee n bomb maid outfit, he turns and stares at Aster who was brewing coffee.  He walks away from the table and gets close to his partner, the moment Aster bent down to grab something Three took his shot. He presses his lips against their cheek before running off, Aster blushes looking at Three confused as the man kept working “That was..unexpected.” 

As the last customer leaves the cafe, Aster throws himself on a chair “Wow..never want to do that again.” Three hands a cup of coffee to Aster, their eyes light up taking it. The strong smell of sugar has them excited to drink coffee for once, Three sits across from them with a soft smile “Enjoy, once we are rested we have dinner to get to.” Aster hums as they drink the coffee, the strong taste of sugar surprises them as they look at the cup. Three smirks “That's right I remember your sugar thing, thought i should make a special coffee just for you.” Aster smiles at the cup, their expression so soft it makes Three lightly blush “Thank you SMG3.” Aster goes back to drinking their coffee while Three now sits with a bright red face, since knowing them he learned one big thing. Aster rarely uses people’s names, he felt his heart racing at just hearing his name said. Aster notices Three’s red face making them giggle “You doing okay there Darling? Your face is glowing,” Three stands up hiding his pout “Finish your coffee and get ready, i will meet you for the date later!” he storms away leaving Aster with a smug smile.                                         —---------------------------------

SMG4 didn't know how much time passed as he walked around the town, his head couldn't wrap around the quiz. He never noticed men before as his main focus was getting a girlfriend, he looks at his youtube history filled with girlfriend asmr. He blushes as he starts to put on his air pods, slowly, he types asmr boyfriend. Taking a deep breath, he hits play letting a smooth man's voice talk to him. He hums feeling relaxed hearing the man telling him how amazing he is, he could feel himself daydreaming about being on a date. He was wearing his spy outfit giggling as a mysterious man was across from him, Four’s face goes red as he closes the video and removes the airpods. He bites his lip looking at his phone “Oh memes…” He runs home trying to get his screaming thoughts to quiet down, the moment he sees the showgrounds he slowly stops running. He couldn't believe he blinded himself, all this time searching for the perfect women when he could have also looked for the perfect man. “Okay…maybe I am bisexual. I mean asmr videos just give tingles not like if i see a handsome man i'm going to just-” before he can finish SMG3 walks out of the cafe dressed up for his date. 

SMG4 blushes as the world freezes seeing Three, his guardian partner notices him and flashes him a smile that could make Four explode.  “Hey scrub, you've been busy. Haven't seen you around all day.”  Four awkwardly looks away “Ah yeah…Mario kidnapped me for some stupid adventure, you know how he can be.”  Three rolls his eyes “Surprise he didn't drag me to, guess i can thank Aster for saving me there” Hearing Aster name made Four stomach twist as he attempts to hide his jealousy “haha yeah that partner of yours…got a date with them?” Three smirks and flicks his hat “You know it, don't worry Four i'm sure you can win a chick over with your lame memes.” He chuckles and pats Four’s back as he walks away, Four looks at the floor as he slowly presses his hand to his chest. “Oh no…Mario is right, I'm in love with Three.” He feels himself about to cry, making sure no one was around he dashes into the castle to lock himself away in his room.

Things won't be the same and Four isn't sure if this is good news or terrible news, all he knew was he can never see his ex rival the same.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiiii Mousey! (✿^‿^) How are you right now? Hope you're doing well there.

Anywho, I had this idea while on a car ride, listening to some band songs. I had to write it down right away before I forgot it. I don't know if anyone has ever sent this to you before, but What if the farmer used to be a popular and famous singer, but because of the stress from fame and the number of stalkers they encountered, they decided to resign/quit and move to the valley to start anew, hoping no one would recognize them. However, one day, the farmer accidentally blurts out their secret to their NPC spouse and this made the farmer very worried. Now, here's the thought: How would the SDV&SVE Bachelors/Bachelorettes react to finding out that their farmer spouse was once a famous, popular singer? 🎤🎸

Hey hey 👋 I'm fine, a bit busy due to work (December is always a pretty busy month for me) but so doing pretty well, thanks for asking ❤️

Ooooh, your idea as an alternative start for Farmer arriving in the Stardew Valley, love it! Thanks for the ask, and have a good day!

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SDV/SVE bachelors/ettes with Farmer as a former famous singer

SDV/SVE bachelors:

Even with the changed clothing style and new hair colour, Sam recognised Farmer as a famous singer almost instantly before Farmer blabbed about their past career. You bet, because Sammy is not only a music lover, but also a big fan of this musical group! He will shower Farmer with questions and autograph requests, but the joyful guitarist immediately restrains himself, remembering that a reaction like his is one of the reasons why the singer left the band. Sam apologises to Farmer and gives them some space. He in no way wanted to make his own lover uncomfortable.

"Wow... That's so cool." Sebastian is also pleasantly surprised about the fact that Farmer who came to Stardew Valley is the same singer from his favourite alternative rock band who left due to many cases of stalking. However, emo's own reaction is very calm, with adoration and admiration in his eyes, but no obsession. He knows that his beloved Farmer is a human being just like him and respects their feelings. Seeing that Farmer didn't want to talk about their past, Sebastian swears to them that he won't tell anyone about it.

Elliott stared at Farmer in surprise, eagerly waiting for an answer. Now the writer realised why he'd always thought he'd seen/heard Farmer somewhere before! Truthfully, instead of continued delight, Elliott was silenced by the look of weariness and sadness on his partner's face. He heard about Farmer as singer, but was completely unaware of the reason for their departure from show business. He would make a hundred apologies, assuring them that if Farmer didn't want to tell them, he would respect their wishes. Of course, Elliott's curiosity will torture him a little, but for him, his spouse's happiness comes first.

"Okay." No, Farmer was certainly glad that their husband Shane didn't jump madly around them like their fans in Zuzu City, but they'd expected, well, a more reaction than that. "You want me to try to rip the hair out of your head like those 'fans'?" Fair enough. Shane himself isn't much of a music lover, but Jas loved listening to Farmer on TV, and she was the one upset to tell Shane that her favourite singer had been bullied many times and they'd left. He's glad Farmer was able to escape that madness and there's no way his attitude towards them is going to change.

Alex nearly dropped his ice cream cone in surprise. "I always do the training to your songs! They give me so much motivation!" Farmer explained to their enthusiastic husband that although their songs were motivational and upbeat, Farmer themself wrote everything under constant stress due to pressure from managers and fear due to obsessive fans. Alex had no idea how bad it was and hugged Farmer tightly, covering them with kisses. The athlete himself will keep Farmer's anonymity (though he will sometimes squeak with delight inside, because wow, his spouse is so cool!).

Harvey had noticed Farmer's very familiar first and last name long ago when he entered their patient data into medical database, but had taken it simply as a coincidence. Even as spouses he didn't know the truth when he didn't mention this funny coincidence, to which Farmer had casually said they were than singer, not the namesake. The doctor's reaction was calm, and he assured Farmer that he understood why they hadn't told him the truth, and promised that their secret would not be revealed.

"I know, dear..." Farmer thought Victor would be shocked, as they knew their hubby is fan of their songs, but in the end it was Farmer who stood there with a surprised look. The spaghetti lover with his hunches found out information on the internet that helped him connect the dots, but he didn't want to confront his spouse on the subject, fearing that Farmer would mistake Victor for the same awful people who called themselves "true fans." Both spouses would have a long talk, sharing the truth. Victor made his own promise that he wouldn't tell anyone about Farmer's past career.

"Do you remember that when we first met, I told you I'd seen a part of your past?" And after those words, Farmer realised that Magnus had known about their singing career from the beginning. Why didn't he ask? It was none of his business to pry into their past, and if his lover wanted to tell they would. The wizard can't even imagine just living in an urban setting, so with a bunch of people following you around and interfering with your life. He also feels sorry that they associate Farmer's singing with bad emotions, because they have such a beautiful voice and are obviously happy when they are singing a song in the forest.

It seems Lance had heard of Farmer as a singer a few years ago when he arrived in Zuzu City as an ambassador from his clan. Many people were jumping in excitement about Farmer's new song, but the gallant adventurer genuinely understands why they left. Sometimes people can go overboard in their obsession with their idols. Of course, he will keep their secret, and if any of the fans show up on the doorstep of their farmhouse, Lance has promised his spouse to protect them and teleport the unwanted guests (first just away, and then - into a pile of manure if they get pushy).

SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

"You mean... Wait, really?" Honestly, Maru hadn't expected this turn of events. The young inventor had heard Farmer's songs spinning on the radio, even though she wasn't a strong fan of their music genre ("Sorry hon"). After Farmer decided there was nothing to hide and shared about their career and the reason for their retirement, Maru was horrified. So the scar on Farmer's arm was put there... by fans?! That's terrible. Maru consoled her spouse as best she could and promised to keep their secret.

Farmer realised what they'd said out loud and lightning-fast covered their already excited Abigail's mouth with their hand, who had said more than once that she was a big fan of this particular singer (Farmer, as it turned out). Before the purple-haired girl could do anything about it, her spouse dragged her away from one spot and explained why they were leaving. "Oh shit... Those people are just bastards." And she herself had almost blabbed to the whole town know about... "You okay, love?" Farmer is much better since they have found happiness and family in Stardew Valley.

Penny is completely shocked to discover that her spouse is the one and only nationally famous singer. Farmer and their new look was completely unrecognisable. But not even just a new image, but they're much happier. The young teacher has heard many stories that under the pressure of managers and the crazy crowd Farmer was seen more like zombie. She was sorry to hear that her spouse had been through all that, and glad that they had found happiness and peace here, with her.

Haley already had some suspicions, as Farmer was not only the namesake of her favourite singer, but also looked similar, but did not voice her guesses aloud. When her lover had accidentally blabbed about this, and had already decided to reveal their secret on such an occasion, Haley just thanked them for their trust in her. Previously, she would not have understood how it is possible to give up the glamorous life of a beloved pop star, but she realised that life with dependence on caffeine, under the fear of crazy fans and people who are only interested in money from concerts, is not a life but a living hell.

Emily's eyes shone with joy at what she heard. Her wonderful spouse was that talented singer, whose songs the blue-haired girl loved to dance to on Valley's festivals and at other times when she felt full of energy. However, immediately she became sad, as she knew why the singer left the stage, so many toxic people and negative aura around them were... Emily in no way wants Farmer to think she's like one of those fans either, and promised to keep their secret.

Well, Leah guessed, since besides the similarity in appearance and the fact that the last name and surname of her spouse and singer are the same, Farmer came almost as soon as they left their singing career. Aloud she did not voice it, as she considered it unnecessary to "pry" from her spouse the truth and understood where such paranoia in keeping the secret. Hundreds or even thousands of people, like her ex, or even worse, who follow you... Brrr! She comforted Farmer and assured them that she would take their secret to the grave. And if someone does find out, she has plenty of sculpting tools to fend off her spouse from the "fans"...

So Lewis telling Olivia about Farmer being a former clerk at Joja was just a cover so people wouldn't recognise them? Makes sense, or else her and Farmer's home would be overflowing with crazy fans carousing for their idol. Although Olivia herself isn't much of a fan of their music style, her spouse's voice is truly beautiful when she listened them. City life, especially for a famous person, can get very exhausting, so Olivia truly understands their secrecy and reluctance to discuss the past. And yes, she will keep that secret, promise 💖

"Wait, is it true? You really are-" Scarlett jumped up on the spot, not believing her ears. Her dearest Farmer is the famous lead singer from her favourite music band! She loves listening to their albums while she's busy sewing a new costume for the comicon and- wait. The same singer who quit their career because of crazy 'fans'. "Oh, man.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Even though Farmer assures her it's okay, Scarlet feels a little shitty because they were standing in the middle of a public square in the city, and if anyone heard her joyful shriek.

Of course, Claire raised her eyebrows in surprise as Farmer told her that they had worked as an accountant at Joja before, and here was a whole five year career as a singer, and such a talented and popular one at that. It was only when the cashier wanted to question why her spouse had hidden it that she recalled the "incident" with fans that almost cost Farmer their life. "I'm sorry about that..." Still, Claire is glad Farmer was able to get away from it all and found happiness in farming.

Sophia's eyes widened slightly in surprise and the dots connected in her head. Her lover came to Stardew Valley at the same time as the famous and much-loved singer (whose song played in her favourite anime!) retired. The girl is sorry to hear that Farmer had to endure so many horrible incidents in their career as a singer, as breaking into their home or fans trying to kidnap them despite the security.... She dreaded to imagine what it had been like for them. Sophia, instead of jumping for joy that it's one of her favourite singers, silently hugs Farmer.