#orion's picnic

[orionsces]

MY STREAMER!!!!!

[onlinesweetheart]

<3

[astrodances]

"I'm so happy that we found each other."

If you haven’t read WizardoftheRainbow’s weblena fic, What You'll Find In The Night, please do. This wonderful story resonated with my soul on many very personal levels, not the least of which was the astronomical aspect of it, which spurred me on to draw this post-fic picture as a tribute, which turned out to be one of my most favorite things I’ve ever drawn. Really wanted to capture the splendor and happiness of the night sky, as the stellar jewel box the fic mentions, and of the love between these two love birds.

Anyway, the fic is fantastic, it’s cozy, it’s perfect. 💜✨

P.S. If you want to also listen to a perfect weblena (and also dellumbra) song, I recommend “Satellite” by Lena (yes, that’s really the artist’s name!). I listened to it soooo many times while drawing this!

Drawing without title + alternate shadowy-title versions below the cut!

[kquil]

🧁 — character shipping !

im in university, and I’m majoring in political science. im very extroverted but don’t like being forced to talk to people, and I’m very stubborn and probably have minor anger issues, but I keep them in control most of the time. im an ESFP and im a virgo, im an avid reader, and i speak seven languages including english.

im a ravenclaw, id like to say im very adventurous and don’t let fear stop me from doing anything scary/cool, and my love language is physical/acts of service. i love to cook, i love spicy ramen, and im a perfectionist who likes keeping everything neat all the time. my aesthetic is probably old academia/preppy princess.

i love love wearing skirts, big fat cardigans, and cozy socks. my makeup style is soft and light, ( no eyeliner, lots of pink/blue eyeshadow and mascara ).

im straight and a cisgender female, and i love going to the library, cafes, and boba shops.

thank you !

goodness, reading about you, i feel like we could become great friends haha! we have so many things in common! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ nevertheless, thank you for celebrating my milestone event with me and im so sorry for taking so long to deliver on it!

i ship you with, Sirius Black 

i. it's funny how you don’t like being forced to talk to other people because that was exactly how you met sirius. As a result, the two of you got off on the wrong foot but because the two of you had mingling friendship groups, you saw each other often and were forced to interact often and eventually…eventually sirius started noticing how fun it was talking to you and how similar the two of you were to each other when it came to doing things spontaneously despite the dangers, in fact, the two of you got closer because you did something together that the rest of your friendship group were too hesitant to do that being playing on a swing that looked to be 100 years old. 

ii. you and sirius often talk together in french (let's pretend that french is one of the languages you speak!) and end up giggling with each other over the inside jokes the two of you have in french. your friends just look on, rolling their eyes but grinning at how adorable you two are together; as much as they hate you two giggling over something they can’t giggle along to as well, they love the fact that you two were having so much fun more.

iii. however, as much as the two of you have your sweet moments together, that can’t be said when you two have an argument because you’re both as stubborn as the other. you quickly got into the routine of walking away from each other to cool down before returning to reconcile later on when you’re both level headed again. when you return to each other, you both feel so guilty and always end up cuddling in silence but comfort as well, sharing a loving kiss every once in a while. the first time you had a major argument, you two had to walk away from each other to calm down after saying some things that didn’t need to be said. and when you finally reconciled the next day, you had taken the time to bake sirius cookies to apologise and he vowed to sort his anger issues from then on, encouraged by the swell of affection in his heart for you.

iv. as a perfectionist, you appreciate sirius for also being neat. you assumed that he would be pretty messy or keep his room relatively disorganised but he was habitually very neat and tidy because of his upbringing. you appreciated his habits but kissed him every time you saw him actively tidying up his space or organising his things in his environment, slowly replacing his bad memories at home and reinforcing his tidy habits with kinder, more loving memories instead. 

v. aesthetics wise, you and sirius appear as exact opposites, sirius with his biker bad boy appearance, clad in black leather, belts, spikes and unconventional accessories. and then there’s you with your old academia and preppy princess fashion. exact opposites. but sirius adores your aesthetics; he thinks you look adorable, elegant and feminine. and his absolute most favourite thing to do, whenever you wear one of your fat cardigans, he likes to reach under it and wrap his arms around your waist and press his face into your neck for cuddles.

vi. and even though you look amazing in your skirts, he’s always extra cautious when there are other guys around and will subtly cover you so you don’t accidentally flash anyone. he wants you to be able to wear whatever you want comfortably without anyone making you feel uncomfortable or violated in any way. you don’t really realise what he’s doing at first but when you do, you can’t help the smile that stretches across your face and you get into the habit of kissing him sweetly every time he does a gesture like that for you. 

vii. another thing sirius loves doing is watching you do your makeup, you look beautiful before and after but watching you elegantly put your makeup on and put so much care into it made him want to stare. and he would stare all while smiling like a complete goofy, heart in his eyes and a dopey air about him. the best thing about it is that whenever you catch him doing that, you would finish up and then pull him into a soft kiss to snap him out of it — you two have become the lovey dovey couple he used to poke fun at hehe~

viii. also! because of you, sirius has discovered spicy ramen and boba and he will be forever grateful for that. whenever you two would go around muggle london together, your first stop would always be your favourite boba tea place before you both stoked up on your favourite spicy ramen. on cold winter nights, where the two of you found it hard to sleep, you would religiously meet in the kitchens, cook some ramen and eat it together. 

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

[krissiefox]

Orion

Nicknames: "Big Poop" "*assorted strings of various expletives when he pooped on the floor*"

Orion was a bizarre little cat, belonging to my father. He would take nasty shits in front of our fridge, just a couple feet away from the litter-box. He would also try to hump people's chests sometimes. A more cute trait of his was that sometimes when he heard music, he would rock back and forth, drooling. He also quite liked snuggling. While some of his behavior was quite uncouth, there was a good chance it was due to the poor dear having been rescued from an abusive home before he lived with us.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Omg i hadn't even thought about that but you're SO RIGHT. He was so excited and flattered, thought Orion really had done something wonderful and heartfelt for him... only to be sorely disappointed and dragged into something he really, really didn't wanna do. Poor Dee 🥺

D-16's soft little, "You did this for me...?" when Orion brings him up to the secret spot to watch the race 🥺 he sounded so hopeful and touched, he was expecting a confession

[neo-nomatrix]

Sunshine and Midnight Rain

Luke Castellan x Apollo kid!Reader

word count: 851

summary: Luke castellan and the daughter of apollos love story

a/n: “remember who the enemy is” IM TRYING

Luke Castellan held your heart since the day you met, and you held his.

You arrived at camp a few months after Luke. You were one of the lucky ones, claimed within an hour of being there. Your godly father is Apollo, god of poetry, the sun, music, narcissism, idiocy, stupidity, all that. You had assumed the gods would act superior to all, no matter if they were or weren’t. But Apollo was on a completely different level. You didn’t know why he had taken such a liking to you.

“You remind him of himself,” Your half sister, Kayla, had told you, “an archer who never misses, healer who fixes every wound, gifted singer, and somehow picked up the lyre in a day. And yet, you still ask why Apollo loves you the most?”

“I wish he wouldn’t,” you twirl the golden arrow he gifted you.

“y’know, that hermes boy has been staring since the moment you stepped foot here,” she smiles, nodding to the tan boy sitting on a picnic table.

“Great, more attention,” you keep your sights on the boy, lucas? Luca, maybe?

“His name’s luke castellan,” kayla says, ah luke, that’s it.

“He’s handsome,” you say matter of factly.

“Don’t trust those Hermes boys, all they do is lie,” Kayla leans back and rolls her eyes.

“It’s a good thing I play the lyre.”

——————

“You’ve got a great shot,” a deep voice says from behind you.

You’ve been at the range for around an hour, it’s 4:30, you always practice when no one else is around.

“The whole reason why I come out here this early is so i can be alone,” sure, it sounds mean but you swear you’re not trying to be.

“Sorry, once I see you it’s hard to look away,” you’re not looking at him but you can tell me has the biggest smirk on his face.

“Funny,” you tell him bluntly.

You set down your bow, keeping the arrow in your hand, and sit on the nearby grass. He lays down beside you, you follow his lead and put your hands behind your head.

“That arrow, it’s like it’s made of the sun,” He says amazed.

“A gift from dear old dad. No matter how far I shoot it’ll always come back. Supposed to be a sign of his love or something. But I think he just constantly wants me to be annoyed by him,” you inform him possibly too much.

“Most people would be grateful if their godly parent cares that much,” he says.

“It’s different with Apollo, there is no such thing as true altruism with him,” you bite your inner lip.

“I get that, I’m just tryna say- Hermes never showed up for me, and I'd kill to just have him tell me he cares,” His eyes furrow.

“Guess we both have different priorities,” you smile.

“Opposites work best don’t they?” He smiles back.

“Isn’t it opposites attract?” You wonder.

“Hey, your words, not mine,” he laughs.

“That one’s Orion,” You point up at the constellation.

“He was always my favorite,” he adds.

“Mine has always been Cassiopeia, but you can never see her over here,” You look back up at the sky.

“That one’s Taurus, and then Sirius below, and Gemini above,” you point each of them out.

Even though he hums in acknowledgment his eyes are locked on you.

“You’re staring, again” You mention.

“I told you I can’t help it, especially when you glow like that,” he reaches out and touches your face.

You reach out and grab his hand, running your fingers against his slender digits.

“I’d like to be a constellation when I die, maybe my father will fulfill that wish,” you say to him.

“That’ll be my last wish too, we can lay in the stars together.”

——————

It’s been a day since Percy Jackson came to Camp Half-blood. It just so happens to be your favorite day of the year, capture the flag. You have led the archers on the blue team for years, you’d say you’re doing well for what you’re given. Besides your siblings in Apollo the rest of the kids weren’t as gifted in archery.

As the first conch shell blew you were preparing for your mock-battle. Annabeth in charge of the plan and Percy, Luke with company, and you with the archers. You knew you could, no- would win. The archers took the trees, helping stray company from the skies.

“Today feels like a winning kind of day?” Annabeth asks luke.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” He smiles.

“Luke!” You pull him aside for a moment.

You cup his face the best you can through his armor. “You don’t get hurt okay? I don’t feel like healing anymore wounds from you. Understand?”

“Oh but I love to see you healing” he holds your hand and smirks

“Archers! Move out!” You call your team, eyes still locked with his, smiling.

“so… you and her?” Percy asks the taller boy.

“how could I not? She's perfect. I mean, I genuinely believe I could live without the sun if I just had her.”

And maybe, just maybe, he could.

[aryxchse]

Girl I need ANYTHING for percy and nyx! Reader cause I wanna self indulge 🤭

Maybe headcanons? A blurb ?

Anything really. maybe sprinkle some Egyptian shit in there cause I love representation of my pretty country. 🤭

Like that amazing fic you did for percy x Turkish reader

LOVE U BESTIE 💙

constellation. | percy jackson x daughter of nyx! reader

a / n : baby i didn't know what to mention about egyp so i wrote some mentions for ya, thank thank thank you for the compliments, love u smm!!! 🤍

warnings : mentions about dying, cleopatra's grave (i hope that's the thing a woman got close to finding), but suprisingly not else

"and the closest person to find her grave was a woman, can you believe that?" you said, pausing the video. percy nodded exictedly with you, head resting on your shoulder.

"you really know a lotta stuff about cleopatra," he said and you rolled your eyes. "duh, im egyptian." percy chuckled, kissing your shoulder. "yeah, my bad."

you guys were doing a picnic out in the camp's secret forests, one that you two managed to found in one of your sneaking out sessions. you both layed under the stars, percy snuggling into you like a koala while you made him watch cleopatra documentary videos with you.

you put your phone away, playing with percy's hair instead. percy was now watching the sky just like you, trying to find constellations.

"what's that?" he pointed out. you looked where he was pointing. "orion." you explained, resting your cheek on his head. percy hummed, still searching for stars to ask you.

"and that?"

"big bear."

"that?"

"aquarius."

"you know so many."

"i know all of them percy."

he chuckled at your response, kissing your colarbone. "my bad again, sorry." he murmured and you only smiled. "i didn't know you could see this much constellations from camp."

"i know right?" he agreed, hugging your waist tighter. "do you have the power to create a constellation?" he asked softly. you hummed, thinking for a moment. "maybe, who knows?"

"would you make me a constellation if i died?" he asked quietly.

"stop asking things like that," you warned, already starting to overthink. "you know i hate these conversations."

"yeah, sorry. my ba-"

"your bad, i know." you both laughed. after a minute of silence, you finally had the courage to answer his question.

"i wouldn't." you whispered.

"hm?" he asked, resting his chin on your colarbone. "you wouldnt what?"

"i wouldn't turn to you in a constellation." he frowned, standing up on his elbows. "why not?"

"you'd shine so bright that the other constellations wouldn't be seen."

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Always An Angel

(Comments + reblogs are highly appreciated! I recommend zooming in on the different parts of this and getting a good look at the little details) After at least 18~ hours of work, it's finally finished! As usual, check under the read-more for notes on details/concept stuff. Big shout-out to both @bean-sneeze (for your fic) and @neos-schlond-poofa (for the edit which inspired the fic) for making me have feelings about Dani to the point where I needed to make art about it.

Dani's pose ref was taken from Pinterest, but for the life of me I can't find the original source. Will edit if I can grab something

The hands reaching for Dani's wing are a reference to Alcina's sculpture of Dani (seen in Alcina's route).

The 4 topmost "glimpses" represent: Cassandra, with a piece of Orion the Hunter; Donna, with a mug of tea + an unsent letter by some flowers at her shop; Bela/Miranda, with Miri's office focusing on the heart jar; and Angie, with a glimpse of that picnic where the MC makes her a flower crown

The 5 glimpses on the left side are, of course, focusing on Alcina. We've got her lips, her face, her fancy date-night hat, a bottle of her family's wine next to some flowers, and her hand reaching out, positioned like she's going to reach out of the memory and grab Dani.

The 5 glimpses on the right side are, of course, focusing on Daniela herself. We've got the pizza date (featuring the purple pizza), the MC trying to offer comfort when Dani's curse is acting up, Dani confronting Mia (that one time Mia tried to shank us), a scene at the skate park, and a glimpse of when we were texting her at Christmas.

At the top we have the MC's arm reaching out for Dani (who is reaching in return), and past that is a rose. You might not that the top of the piece is curved, intended to be like the dome that covers the cursed rose in Dani's route.

[orionsces]

Taurtis: "You were a wonderful experience."

Grian: "You were.. everything..."

[dame-zoom-a-lot]

The scariest thing on the other side of Hawkins

For @steddiesmuttyseptember week 3 Prompts:  rough | lingerie | aftercare | sneaking around Tags: Talon Kink, Human/Monster Romance, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Monster Eddie Munson, Lingerie, Rough Sex, Insecure Eddie Munson, The Upside Down, Under-negotiated Kink, Graphic depictions of violence Beta: @stervrucht Wordcount: 6.3k Rated E Inspired by: @aidaronan's Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes, and In the Woods Somewhere Ao3 Link

“Funny how Eddie can hear everything for miles, but needs you to say this specific thing to get him to show up,” Wayne says as he watches Steve take off his shoes and socks.

“I’m pretty sure he’s just making fun of me sir.” Steve wades into the ice cold water of Lover’s Lake. Wayne chuckles.

“Eddie the banished, prit...thee? Bless these plebians with your presence once more,” Steve chants as he wiggles his toes in the water. It’s very important, apparently, that he gets his toe vibrations just right. Then they wait. This is the hardest part. Steve and Wayne don’t make a sound, afraid they’ll miss Eddie when he surfaces, terrified that this might be the night when he stops coming back.

“Come on Harrington. You can give me more feelings than that .”

Steve exhales. Eddie breaches the water, grinning at them. His hair is even wilder and thicker now. He comes out of the water and shakes off like a dog, spraying water everywhere. He’s wearing nothing but swim shorts he pillaged from somewhere in the Upside Down. Wayne throws him a towel to wipe himself off before he joins them on the picnic blanket right up against the shorelines. Eddie keeps both feet in the water as usual. The three of them settle into the typical dinner-time conversations about sports, the kids, and the restoration effort at Hawkins.

“Dustin’s threatening to go rogue,” Steve says, skipping a stone across the lake. “He’s got it in his little head that he can help guard the portal. Because the last time I left the two of you by yourselves went so well.”

“He’s not giving you a hard time is he?” Eddie asks, “or there’s going to be mimics in his future.”

“Eddie, the kid just misses you,” Wayne admonishes. He inhales sharply. “I know I keep asking. But… you sure you need to do this?”

“Uncle Wayne, I keep telling you. I’m the scariest thing on the other side of Hawkins. I’ll be fine .”

Wayne shrugs and switches the topic back to baseball. Eddie sighs and lays across Steve’s lap so Steve can play with his hair. Eddie’s hair has layers now. The top is kind of rough and oily. The second layer is gloriously soft and downy. Eddie’s body is also covered in this soft downy pelt except for the patches of scar tissue, which are hairless. Steve likes rubbing over them, likes the variety in sensation. Good thing Eddie likes it too.

Too soon, it’s time for Wayne to leave for his night shift. He pulls Eddie into their daily hug. “You’ll be here tomorrow,” Wayne states.

“Absolutely. That’s a promise.” 

Eddie and Steve wave at Wayne until his truck disappears over the horizon. Eddie settles his head back on Steve’s thighs, purring as Steve cards through his hair and rubs along his chest, occasionally tweaking his lone nipple. Eddie gradually inches himself up to lick at Steve’s happy trail, stretching a leg out so he can leave at least one foot submerged in the lake so he’d sense it if anything got through the portal under Lover’s Lake. Even in this moment, Eddie can’t truly relax. Steve wants to take Eddie’s place. He wants to take his nail bat to the portal and smash it to pieces. He settles for sucking on Eddie’s ear instead.

“Ugh, Harrington, let me say hi properly ,” Eddie says, tugging at Steve’s polo.

Steve laughs and tugs his shirt off. He reaches into Eddie’s swim shorts. From a distance, Eddie almost looks like his old self. The soft down covering his entire body is skin colored. The most visible changes are his feet and hands. His hands got thicker, kind of gnarly. Razor sharp talons grow from all his fingers, too tough to clip off or grind smoother. They’d tried. His feet are longer now. The fur ends at the ankles, and is replaced by scales instead. The same scales are scattered throughout Eddie’s body, barely hidden by the velvety fur. Eddie’s scales are sensitive to everything. Steve’s already made Eddie cum before just by muttering sweet words directly onto the scales.

Today feels like a handjob day though. Eddie shivers as Steve strokes along the length, twisting a little. Steve wonders how it would feel in his mouth, up his ass. Sometimes, when Eddie is really worked up, he’ll curl his fingers involuntarily until his talons meet Steve’s skin. It reminds Steve of the night at the boathouse, of the cracked bottle at his throat, of getting pushed up against the wall, of the way Eddie stared at him. Brown eyes wide.

For now though, this is all Eddie is comfortable with. With Eddie’s long hair, and with his feet submerged in Lover’s Lake, they could pass as your everyday teenagers stealing a little smooch at the end of the world.

Eddie pulls away from sucking on every inch of Steve’s chest. “You ok?” He asks, frowning.

“What? Yeah? Why?”

“You seem distracted.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you have this faraway look, like a third-time widow wondering when the life insurance check is coming in,” Eddie says. He sighs and hides behind his hair. “We have been doing the same song and dance for a while… Am I boring you?”

“No, no. Eds. You know you’re not.”

“Then spill? Or I’m going to have to obsess over this all day Steve. It’s not like there’s a lot of distractions down there. There I’ll be, watching the portal to make sure nothing gets through. But in a half-assed and mopey way because I’ll be thinking ‘oh no, am I boring my hot boyfriend with my weak-ass dick game?’ Then eventually, I’ll bring the mood down so badly that a Demogorgon will decide to check on me. And we’ll end up having a strong, unexpected connection that—”

“More like your dick game is too strong ,” Steve says, cutting Eddie off before he rambles further about Demogorgons and fucking.

“Aha! Flattery! Elaborate?” Eddie lays on his stomach next to Steve and puts his hands together so he could rest his perfect face on them. He flutters his lashes while looking up at Steve.

“God, you’re an ass .”

“Right? I’ve been told by reliable sources that it’s one of my most cherished traits.”

“I meant your actual physical ass you dork,” Steve says, attempting to slap said ass. But Eddie rolls out of the way with his now superhuman speed. Steve imagines Eddie rushing across some room at that speed with Steve gripped in his arms, unable to move.

Jesus fucking christ . It was a mistake letting Robin read out that weird novel to him.

“Ah, ah! No ass-cess until you tell me what’s wrong! Get it? Ass-cess?”

Steve’s not ready to say it yet. But this must be love. Because he hears that line and still snorts because it’s Eddie saying it.

“Ok! I was thinking about… about the boathouse.”

“Oh,” Eddie’s face crumples. He starts slinking back into the water. Steve jumps to hold Eddie in place.

“No! In a good way!” Steve babbles, terrified that Eddie might go underwater and never return. “It was terrifying, yeah, but in a really hot way. And Robin recently got a bunch of free monster erotica as a gag gift. We got really drunk and acted out a few to each other as a joke, and now I can’t fucking stop thinking about the time you pinned me at the boat house so I couldn’t… you know… move. You were standing so close, pinning me so hard. And I, fuck man, you could have kissed me, or… something.”

Eddie’s face is inscrutable. Steve mumbles the rest. “I’m sorry. This is all so stupid. I’ll get it out of my system soon. It was all just… very recent.”

“How many awakenings have you had because of me Harrington?” Eddie asks, grinning so smugly Steve can’t help but bend down low to kiss it away. Eddie smacks Steve’s exposed ass with his wet feet. Steve gasps. “What?! Your ass was up and wiggling! What was I supposed to do? Not smack it?”

“Ugh, now my pants are wet,” Steve says, wiggling on purpose this time. “Maybe I should take it off.”

“Maybe you should,” Eddie says, sitting up and getting closer to put his sharp talons around the waistband of Steve’s jeans. His breath hitches. Maybe tonight, tonight will finally be the night Eddie loses that infuriating self-control.

But Eddie stops himself.

“Sorry,” he mutters, putting his hands away. “Almost got carried away there.” He starts heading for the water. “I should get back. The portal’s not going to guard itself.”

“What if,” Steve wets his lips. They’re so dry. “What if I went down with you? And we could mess around a little near the portal?”

“Excuse me? Am I hallucinating? Did I just hear you ask to swim down to the Upside-Down with me Harrington ?” Eddie asks sharply.

“What if I did? Eddie, I get it. You can’t be seen, or get too distracted from guarding the portal. And ok! That’s all very noble and reasonable! But if we hook up by the portal, you’d be right there to react if anything tries to get through, and no government goon will see you and try to force you into their lab.”

“Steve Harrington! How the fuck did you keep yourself alive with your zero , absolute negative survival instincts?!”

“You’re the one constantly telling me that you’re the scariest thing on that side of Hawkins,” Steve says, arms crossed. “What? Was that all just talk?”

“You want these ,” Eddie waves his claws around, clacking them together, “near your balls . Are you insane ?”

“Yes,” Steve says defiantly. “Or do you not want these,” Steve waves his hands around a bit, mimicking Eddie, “around your balls? I’ve been jerking you off. You never planned to return the favor?”

“I could seriously hurt you,” Eddie whines.

“You won’t,” Steve says, leaning into Eddie’s space, stroking his face. “We’ve been fooling around for almost two weeks now and you’ve never even broken skin.”

“You said yourself that you’re just going through a monster phase because of those stupid books.”

“That was me being a coward and you know it,” Steve can hear the desperation in his voice. But he seems to be getting somewhere closer to getting Eddie’s dick up his mouth, or ass—Steve’s not picky.

Eddie throws a weird half-tantrum in sitting position. He splashes a bit as he flails his legs and feet. He’s got his head in his face, muttering something. But Steve can see Eddie’s cock fill out under the swim shorts. He’s getting somewhere. He knows it. Steve gets up and goes around Eddie to straddle his thighs, ignoring the ice cold water lapping at his feet and knees. Eddie whines and tugs at Steve’s hair, so torn. Steve should feel guilty about pushing at Eddie’s limits. And he probably will, later, in the privacy of his own bed. But for now…

Steve puts a hand on Eddie’s crotch. Rubs it hard. “Let me visit. We’ll have a whole dimension to ourselves. Pin me down. Put your claws on my neck so I can’t move . Stroke me wherever you want. Choke me. Make me take it. You’ll make me feel so good Eddie. I’ll be right where you want me, safe . Knock me around. Throw me somewhere. Take as long as you want. As short as you want. Open me up. Knock my legs apart. Keep them open for easy access. Use me. Play with me. However you want. Please. Make me be good for you,” Steve whispers into Eddie’s ear, really hoping that the random zine Robin lent him was right about the hanky code. This is going to be super awkward if the black fabric in Eddie’s back pocket had just been like… a fashion thing.

“Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck ,” Eddie suddenly tags Steve into himself by the hair, hard. Steve gasps as the air gets knocked out of him. It feels even better than he’d imagined. Eddie stiffens, shuddering as he comes all over his swim shorts. Steve can finally feel his own jeans getting weighed down by the lake water. It’s going to be a really wet, uncomfortable drive back, but totally worth it.

“You freak,” Eddie says with a sheepish smile. “Alright, if you want it that bad. But promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much?”

“Eddie. You know I can handle myself.”

“I thought I knew that. Sue me for not being so sure anymore,” Eddie says gesturing, “ Fuck man, you’ve like, made all my brain cells drain down to my balls or something.” Eddie chews his lips. Steve grins and Eddie swats at him, giggling. “Could you do me a favor?” Eddie asks, trying and failing to keep his tone light.

“Anything.”

Eddie squeaks. If his fur weren’t in the way, Steve’s pretty sure he’d be fiery red. “I’d really like it if you wore lingerie?” Eddie says, rapid-fire.

“I think I can make that happen. Yeah,” Steve says, trying to sound super casual and normal about this. At least one of them has to. “Might take me a few days though.”

“That’s perfect actually. I need to… get some stuff ready.” **********

The next few days go by in a blur. Eddie spends most of it thinking about Steve. Steve working at Family Video. Steve driving the kids around. Steve hanging out with Robin. Steve playing basketball in tiny shorts. Steve shopping for lingerie and trying it on. Steve touching himself with the lingerie on, fantasizing about Eddie, him, for some reason Eddie still can’t figure out. Eddie also spends, probably too much of it hunting for soft things to make his outpost more suitable for… horizontal action. He finds a house with a room that basically has a shrine to dildoes in one of his search. So he also spent most of his actual portal guarding time training his throat, bobbing the dildo in and out of his mouth like some fucked-up lollipop while glaring at the sky for signs of Demobat swarms.

It’s all wildly irresponsible. He’s already almost let five or so creatures through. But, in his defense, he only almost let them through. And what’s he supposed to do? Fuck Steve Harrington, love of his life (hasn’t told him yet, can’t scare him off) into the rough dirt of the upside down? Travesty.

Steve told him yesterday that he got nice panties and a bra, blushing from head to toe. If Eddie jerked off to that for hours while sucking down on his training dildo… well, that’s between him and the Demodog that almost slipped past him.

Steve shows up for their usual family dinner time with a flushed face and glossy lips. Eddie’s pretty sure Wayne knew something was up. He left for his shift a little earlier with the world’s worst wink. He’s going to buy Wayne like all the tickets to balls in various baskets if the apocalypse ever ends and Corroded Coffin manages to make it big.

They make out for a while at the shore of Lover’s Lake. It feels different this time–more heat, more desperation. 

“Ok, I’m ready to go down,” Steve declares, pulling away. He turns to Eddie, still clothed in a muscle shirt and swim shorts. Eddie can see the outlines of something under the shirt. He begs his brain cells to stay in his head, at least for now. “Can you carry my bat for me?” Steve asks, handing Eddie his trusty nail bat.

“Actually, I had a better idea,” Eddie says. He’s planned this moment obsessively . Eddie picks Steve up in a fireman’s carry. Steve squeaks and points the nail head of the bat as far away from Eddie as possible. Cute, as if Eddie wouldn’t heal from anything in like a few hours or less. In Eddie’s mind, this moment was a lot more impressive, had a lot more… swan diving into the river like a graceful, ethereal mer-creature. But… they’re starting out from right at the shoreline as usual. So Eddie just walks in, carrying Steve. Judging by the thump thump thump of his heart, Steve doesn’t mind.

Eddie’s finally in his element once he’s in the water. Steve gasps when Eddie creates a water bubble around the both of them so they can breathe. “How did you think I was going back and forth?” Eddie asks, smiling.

“Didn’t think about it that much I guess,” Steve says, looking around the dark, still lake, then down to the bright glow of the portal below. “I thought you just swam as fast as you could from the portal to the surface. I mean, I’ve made that swim.”

“Right, but you were captain of the swim team and I can’t remember the last gym class I didn’t skip. I appreciate your faith in me though. Alas, I’m a cheat and a fraud.” Eddie clutches Steve deeper into his chest. “You alright?”

“Yeah, perfect,” Steve says, snuggling into Eddie with a contented sigh. Steve Harrington is going to kill him. Of cuteness. Eddie clears his throat and forces his dick to get a grip. He’s got a plan . He takes the time to give Steve a tour of the lake, of all the underwater rock formations he’s managed to find, of the beavers he’s managed to make friends with. In a perfect world… Well, in a perfect world, Eddie wouldn’t be this half-seal, half-reptile, half-human monster (yes, he knows the math is off) stuck guarding a portal to hell to make sure nothing goes through. But in a less imperfect world, Eddie would be able to maintain the air bubble long enough for them to fuck underwater, so Steve wouldn’t have to settle for the grim dark of the upside down. Too soon, Eddie has to take Steve into the hell dimension.

Eddie tries to hide his nerves when he leads Steve into his sad little outpost, freshly cleaned and decorated. Steve looks around. He doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“I was worried you’d be slumming it,” Steve says, running a hand over a Metallica banner and some basketball jersey Eddie had managed to find. “I’m glad you had time to decorate.”

Eddie decides not to tell Steve that it was just bare dirt before the last few days. He was too busy obsessively watching the portal, making sure nothing would get through, because the alternative would have been thinking about stuff and then he would have lost his mind.

“So,” Steve turns around, licking his lips. It’s so shiny, plush, and pretty. Eddie grabs Steve by his stupid muscle shirt and shoves him into the wall where he’s nailed on some gym mats. Steve moves easily. Eddie still cradles the back of Steve’s head, just in case.

Steve’s heart beats faster. He looks at Eddie, eyes wide and dark.

To be totally honest, that moment in the boathouse was not something Eddie had ever fantasized about. Sure, the general concept of Steve Harrington, pinned in place, free for him to ravish and tear to pieces (metaphorically) then to piece back together with soft words and softer hands? Eddie’s onboard. So onboard. But getting found by a gang of people who were mostly strangers to him right after he watched Chrissy break apart midair, then finding out that he’d been living above a hell dimension the entire time which no one had the courtesy of warning him about?

No, not sexy. The epitome of anti-sexy. Honestly, Eddie would have been offended by Steve’s boathouse fantasies if they hadn’t been packaged in such a pretty man and delivered so sweetly. Besides, he had more important things to worry about than Steve’s lusting over their shared trauma. Not accidentally slashing his pretty face for one thing.

And being able to rewrite the memory of that terrible night with right now , with this view of Steve squirming, looking at him with excitement and trust so deep Eddie feels like he might drown, is actually healing. Who needs therapy when you’ve got a Steve under your arms?

Steve twists his neck, not to get away from Eddie’s claw at his throat, but to extend it so he could give Eddie more room to latch onto. Eddie uncradles Steve’s head so he could free a hand to drag it over the muscle shirt. The fabric tears easily, melts apart under the sharp talons.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie growls, pushing Steve harder into the wall with his forearm while continuing to shred at Steve’s shirt. “It’s awfully late. And you’re awfully alone.”

“Looking…” Steve pants. It’s kind of terrifying how easily Eddie can cut Steve’s clothes away. There’s lace underneath. Eddie can barely hear Steve over his own heartbeat. He finally uncovers Steve’s lingerie. Jesus H Christ . Eddie was expecting like, a bra and panties from Macy’s. Steve is wearing some skimpy, lacy underwear version of a blue sailor’s uniform. There’s a lacy collar at his neck that meet in the middle to draw a wavy line down to his belly. That wavy line expands into a sort of see-through waistband that wrap tightly around Steve’s perfect belly and accentuates his happy trail. Steve’s tits are exposed, highlighted by the long line that connects the collar to the waistband . Eddie can feel how wide his mouth dropped open. Steve blushes all the way down to his belly and squirms.

“Looking for?” Eddie asks when he finally gets his words back. He’s got to get Steve’s stupid swim shorts off him. He kind of loves this. It’s like unwrapping a present. But he also kind of hates this because the present is right here and he still has to unwrap it before he can play with it.

“You,” Steve says. Eddie rips Steve’s boxers away in one slash. Steve is wearing a blue, nautical g-string underneath. The lace was not meant to hold dick and balls, especially not one that’s hard and leaking already. The fabric strains. Eddie can see Steve’s whole ass, beautifully accentuated by the blue and white lace. Eddie swallows so he doesn’t drool on Steve like a lunatic.

Steve whines and bucks his hips, looking for friction and finding nothing but air. Eddie shoves a leg against Steve’s crotch to give him something to rub off against. He can feel Steve’s pre-cum on his thigh. “This,” Steve whispers, grinding slowly, “please.”

For the millionth time, Eddie cusses out the upside-down in his head, this time for giving him fuck-off talons and not, you know, more arms to hold Steve Harrington with. Eddie lowers his hands to lift Steve up away from the wall by the ass, cupping the perfect cheeks lined perfectly in the perfect soft lace. He throws Steve into the queen mattress with the nice sheets Eddie had found in Upside-Down Loch Nora. Steve giggles as he lands.

Eddie pounces. Steve grabs Eddie into a bear hug and pulls him closer when Eddie hesitates at the noise Steve made when Eddie landed on him. They giggle as they wrestle to be the one on top. Eddie accidentally grazes Steve’s skin. Steve closes his eyes and moans. By the time Eddie ends up on top of Steve, with Steve’s arms pinned down as Eddie straddles Steve’s hips, Steve is a keening, scratched up mess. He squirms while Eddie does a quick check to make sure nothing is actually bleeding, just marked up.

“Fuck, Steve. You look…” Eddie searches for the right word, “like mine. Like I should carve my name into you.” Shit! Not those words.

But Steve doesn’t flinch at the weirdness. He keens and bucks his hips instead.

Eddie figures he might as well keep pushing while he’s ahead. “Like, right… here,” Eddie says, tracing his name over Steve’s chest through Steve’s boob window. Steve thrusts his torso into Eddie’s claw, and Eddie very nearly actually stabs him. Eddie reaches down to spank the top of Steve’s thigh, hard, taking a moment to appreciate the bloom of red. “Stop trying to stab yourself Harrington.”

“Maybe I’ll stop trying to stab myself if you stop stalling ,” Steve grunts, bucking his hips. Eddie feels like he’s riding one of those mechanical bulls. “Come on. Open me up.”

Eddie spanks Steve one more time and gets off of Steve, keeping one hand on that gorgeous chest. “I was going to. But since you’re being such a brat about it, you can open yourself up.”

“Aww, Eddie,” Steve pouts.

Eddie crosses his arms and puts on his best evil smirk. Steve… wouldn’t have thought there was a chance in hell Eddie was going to put his claws anywhere near Steve’s rim right? Steve sits up and looks at Eddie, pleading.

“Alright sweetheart. Just because you’re so pretty, I’ll lend you a tongue, ok?” Eddie manhandles Steve down onto all fours. “Start opening yourself up love, and I’ll lick into you at the same time.”

“Oh, oh yes. Fuck yes. That’s perfect.” Steve lubes up his hand and reaches behind to finger himself open, slow and teasing at first, trying to give Eddie a show, then faster as he loses himself. Eddie tests the limits of how far his tongue can reach, pokes around, tries to find the prostate. His tongue isn’t quite long enough, but Steve seems to enjoy it nonetheless. Steve keeps pushing himself back onto Eddie’s tongue. Eddie’s pretty sure he could come from just this, the feeling of Steve fucking himself on his fingers and Eddie’s tongue.

But Steve pulls away after working up to three fingers. “I’m ready now.”

“Baby, you think my dick’s that small?”

“I’m looking at it,” Steve says with a grin, grabbing Eddie’s dick to pull it down and giggling as it bounces back to standing. “Besides, my hand’s cramping.”

“Alright, alright. Princess ,” Eddie knocks Steve down on all fours again and licks his rim just for fun. Steve mewls. “Any—”

“Yeah yeah daddy , anything hurts even a little bit, I tell you to pull out immediately. I get it . Now. Please !”

Eddie spanks Steve again then slowly eases his way in.

Holy shit.

This is only the second time Eddie’s done this. The first time was in a rush in some dark bathroom in Indy before all the…monster stuff happened. They had to break apart before either of them managed to finish because the smell and cold tiles kept killing their boners. Doing this with someone he trusts, on soft, clean-ish sheets in the privacy of the outpost, being able to see Steve sway and gasp, seeing the way Steve’s whole body vibrates…

Eddie slams in and out harder than he intended, lost in the sensation. He slows himself down. This is Steve’s first time. He should go slow and gentle. Make love and all that. But Steve is moving faster now, fucking himself into Eddie, wailing. Eddie lets himself relax, focus on the hot tightness of Steve Harrington around him, on the grunts, moans and cries they’re making, on the sound of skin slapping on skin. He’s so close. He’s not sure Steve can come from this though. He really should ask. See if Steve wants a hand around his cock. But words are hard.

Something heads towards the portal. Some things.

Eddie pulls out. His balls scream in protest.

“What—” Steve mutters, looking back at Eddie, open mouthed, eyes glassy. “Did you—”

“Stay right here . Do not leave the bed,” Eddie feels like he’s yelling. Steve nods.

Eddie rushes out towards the portal where a fucking Demogorgon already has half a leg through. Eddie jumps on it from about 30 yards away, latching onto its neck as he lands. They fall backwards away from the portal. Eddie ignores the pain blooming across his back when he slams into the ground. He claws the Demogorgon open. He’s never been this furious. All his stabs are landing with more power than necessary. Meat and juice fly everywhere. He’s being stupid. They tend to travel in packs. He’s going to burn himself out. But he’s hopped up on so much adrenaline and pain and fury that he can’t help but waste time and energy shredding this one monster into pieces.

Behind him, he hears the familiar nightmarish flutter of wings. A Demobat swarm, trying to rush out through the portal. Images of Dustin getting shredded the way he did flits across his mind. Eddie untwists that new knot at the back of his throat and he feels himself… open.

Eddie remembers the first time he managed to do this. He’d fretted for weeks, trying to figure out where the monster ended and himself began. He got over it eventually, especially after Steve found him guarding the portal at Lover’s Lake. But it never feels great. He feels his body split into multiple pieces, turn into one giant mouth really, lined with layers and layers of teeth. Some scientist somewhere could probably tell him how all this makes sense. For now, he uses whatever the fuck his body is doing to launch his split-open body at the demobat swarm, swallowing most of them whole. He can feel some stray ones biting, trying to chew at what parts of him they can reach, trying to get past him through the portal. He feels his claws connect with most of them. Damn, he might have to go hunting for a few in the lake as well.

Somewhere, someone’s screaming. Eddie feels a woosh of air near his side. Eddie closes himself up, taking the Demobat swarm inside him to go… somewhere. Steve is right next to him, raising the bat again high over his head to sink it back into a Demodog. His underwear is gone because Eddie took it off, probably, or maybe cut it off. He’s still wearing the blue and white sailor corset with the nip windows. Steve twirls his bat then runs after another Demodog, the competent bastard. The dog launches itself at Steve and Steve just… bats it so hard it flies ten feet away until it lands on the ground, twitching. Eddie positions himself behind Steve. They stand back to back. Two more Demodogs circle them, head cocked. Steve roars and they back away carefully until they’re about 40 yards away. Then they turn tail and scamper off as fast as they can. Steve sinks to the ground, panting.

Eddie stands, unsure what to do. Steve definitely saw his secret, the way his entire body opens up into some fucked up flesh mouth monster. Eddie hasn’t even seen what he looks like when he’s in that state. Should he leave? Will Steve even want to be friends after this? His stupid dick continues to bob hopefully. Eddie begs it to please read the room .

Steve knee walks over to Eddie, ignoring the way the rough dirt of the Upside Down digs into his legs. Eddie lowers himself down so Steve can collapse onto him. They clutch each other. Eddie wants to cry. He spent all that effort so Steve wouldn’t have to get Upside Down gunk on him and it was all for nothing.

“How are you still hard?” Steve interrupts Eddie’s spiral with a giggle, poking at Eddie’s boner.

“I don’t know man. Rage? Eldritch powers?” Eddie says, clutching Steve harder into himself. He wants to pretend, for as long as possible, that Steve Harrington still wants him.

“I can take care of that,” Steve says.

“What?!”

Steve does this weird thing with his lips that Eddie thinks is supposed to be seductive. It’s awkward and adorable. Eddie has never been more confused in his life.

“Oh are you not… in the mood anymore?” Steve asks, folding into himself a little. “Sorry, I’m still kind of hopped on adrenaline. I should have been thinking…”

“No, of course, I’m… in some type of mood. But you still want to? After you saw the whole…” Eddie finally lets go of Steve to make a big flower opening type of gesture.

“I mean, yeah? That was cool. But what does that have to do with like, anything?”

“I told you to stay put !” Eddie sputters, mind reeling, trying to latch onto anything that might justify the spiral of self-hatred and sense of rejection he’s still feeling right now for no reason apparently.

Steve rolls his eyes. “If I stayed put, you’d be Demo-kibble by now asshole . You’re welcome .”

“Well usually I’m not that distracted and pissed off!” Eddie can’t believe this. He thought Steve would be scrambling to get as far away from him as possible so he can help El close the damn portal with Eddie on the other side.

The actual Steve scoffs and pushes Eddie down to the ground. “Shut up,” he mutters. Steve knocks Eddie’s legs open and starts lowering himself down on Eddie’s still hard cock. “Tell me no,” he whispers.

Eddie doesn’t think he could say no if Steve was coming at his dick with a car compactor.

It takes about three rounds of Steve Harrington bobbing up and down on his dick before Eddie finally catches on that he’s not having some weird Demo-bat induced hallucination. Steve still wants him. Cared about the whole ‘body-opening-into-some-monstrous-eldritch-dimension-entryway-full-of-teeth’ situation so little that he hadn’t even noticed that Eddie was self-concious. Once Eddie’s stupid brain catches up, he finally notices how Steve’s breath flutters just right, how much of a vision he is as he bounces up and down, eyes closed. Eddie grabs at Steve’s waist, careful not to scratch him, but desperate to feel even more of his boyfriend. Steve smiles, leans down to kiss him, deep and messy. Eddie comes almost immediately at that. Steve giggles into his mouth then lazily pulls off.

“You didn’t finish,” Eddie says, distraught. Steve’s dick bobs, kind of sadly, as Steve walks over to his bat.

“I don’t even care man. I feel like I’ve been fucked like, all the way through.” Steve says.

That won’t do. Eddie throws Steve over his shoulder and sprints back to the outpost, savoring the thump thump thump of Steve’s heart and his little gasp. Steve squeals when Eddie dumps him on the mattress again.

“Steve,” Eddie says, stroking Steve’s hair. It’s messed up, sweaty, and limp. It’s perfect. “I think I might get eaten by Demobats again if I don’t suck you off right now.”

“How does that even—” Eddie cuts Steve off by sucking down his entire dick in one swoop. Steve gasps and accidentally bucks hard into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie ignores Steve’s whispered apology and pulls him tighter onto his throat, telegraphing him to fuck into it. He’s not going to let all his prep go to waste. Eddie grabs Steve’s hands and forces them onto his mess of curls. Steve grips his hair and it feels so good that Eddie nearly loses his rhythm. His mind goes pleasantly fuzzy as he sucks harder, as Steve fucks into his mouth as instructed, hands tight around on his hair.

“Shit, Eddie, I’m, ah, gonna,” Steve shifts and tries to pull out. Eddie grips Steve’s hip and holds him firmly, accidentally nicking Steve with a claw. Steve, the gorgeous, perfect, beautiful, pain slut (apparently), cums with a shout right down Eddie’s throat. Eddie swallows then licks up and down Steve’s taint and torso before he throws himself down next to Steve.

“That was,” Steve pants, “the weirdest, most violent sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

Oh no.

“Sorry,” Eddie mutters. “I really… I wanted to make this nice. I should have waited…”

“No! You jackass. Ugh, I can’t word right now.” Steve shifts to collapse on top of Eddie like the world’s most gorgeous blanket. “This was hot . I’m going to replay this over and over again to the point it’ll be a problem hot. You’re incredible.” Steve grins at Eddie. Eddie grins back. Steve peers down at the sharp gravel and dirt embedded everywhere around his legs and winces. “We should do this again, but… maybe not directly on the ground next time.”

“And whose fault was that ?” Eddie asks, laughing. He can feel the itch of a road rash on his back. But he knows it’ll heal by tomorrow. He just needs to not scratch.

“Yours,” Steve says petulantly, leaning down to suck on a scale by Eddie’s hipbone. “How dare you tear into those things right in front of me. How else was I supposed to react?”

“You say that after you bit off a Demobat’s head in front of me. Then took out those dogs with your bat, dicks out, balls swinging, just twirling that stupid bat like it’s your arm.” Eddie pulls Steve up over his chest. They lay there for a while longer.

“We could… see more of each other like that,” Steve eventually says, so quietly that Eddie almost misses it.

“What?”

“I could stay with you. You shouldn’t… you shouldn’t have to fight alone like this. What if I wasn’t here today?” Steve sounds pissed. Eddie strokes up and down Steve’s back. He needs to phrase this right.

“Steve. You don’t heal like me. We have no idea what the air down here would do to you.”

“So what? I keep doing this? Waiting for you top-side, worrying that you might not come back up one day? Leave you here to risk your life by yourself?”

It does sound pretty bad when Steve puts it that way. But.

“Yes. Wait for me top-side,” Steve starts to protest. Eddie grips him closer and Steve trails off with a choked whine. “Listen. You, the geniuses, Hopper, Nancy, El , all the most capable, badass people I know are looking to close this portal. We’ll get that round two against Vecna. We’ll close the stupid thing. And I’ll be free to terrify the good Christian folks of Hawkins yet again. This isn’t permanent. I’m going to survive this. I’m going to come back to you. Over and over and over again. Please. Trust me?”

“I’m going to woo you so hard when you��re back,” Steve murmurs, pressing harder into Eddie.

“You will . That’s a promise.”

[swarvey]

screaming over paper rings. stardew and taylor swift?? PEAK ‼️ so, in a similar vein, i have a lil request

could you possibly write a one-shot with any taylor swift song of your choosing? i'd like for it to be x sebastian but i know he's not one of your favorites, so if that's uncomfortable i'd be down with haley. either is fine, i would just love to see what you'd come up with! your writing is wonderful, and i can't wait to see what else you write <3

- 🪩

when you've moved on | sebastian x gn!reader | part one

summary -> you're with alex now, but is he really the one you want? warnings -> none! seb smokes a cig and there's some swearing, that's ab it. just angst. heh. word count -> 1817

a/n: ahhh ty disco anon!! i'm glad you're liking the taylor/stardew crossover as much as i do <3 decided to do my take on the trope where they watch you move on with someone else in town, enjoy!!

part two -> elliott (tolerate it)

the way i loved you ->"but i miss screaming and crying and kissing in the rain."

"seb."

"hm?"

"see that?" you point up to the stars, eyes wide and bright. "that's orion's belt. if you look close enough, you can see his whole body."

raising a brow, sebastian squints up at the sky, noticing the three, shining stars all in a row next to each other.

"huh. guess you're right," he says, smiling lightly at your excitement at the stars.

you'd been ecstatic when he offered to take you stargazing, riding out to the spot where he'd kissed you for the first time. the picnic blanket beneath the two of you is soft, and although the evening spring wind is chilly, seb feels warm enough to fall asleep with your head resting on his shoulder.

"we should do this more often," you sigh happily, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him closer to your side.

he kisses the top of your head gently, closing his eyes. "whatever you want, sweetheart."

"seb?"

"yeah?" he responds, keeping his eyes closed.

"seb!"

"what?"

"sebastian, wake up!"

sebastian wakes with a start at the sound of his mother shouting, groaning as he sits up reluctantly.

scratching his head and yawning, he asks, "what time is it?"

"nearly eight-thirty, seb, you said you'd be up by eight," robin chides. "come on, we're going to be late for the festival."

he scowls. he's tempted to lay back down and cover his head with his blankets again, but he would rather not deal with more of his mom's antics.

"fine. i'll be up in a minute." as she heads back upstairs, sebastian groggily pulls on some warm clothing, trying to ignore the stinging in his heart. why, why was he still dreaming about you? he knows you've moved on, so why has he been cursed to see you every night? sometimes, he wakes up and forgets you're not his anymore, forgets about the fight you two had, forgets the sharp, hurtful words that came out of his mouth he didn't mean at all.

he'll never forget, though, the words you said back to him, an unforgiving amount of hurt and anger in your eyes as rain poured down on the two of you.

"i'm done with this, seb," you'd said, voice shaking and weak from arguing with him. "i've given you enough chances to prove me wrong, to show you actually care about me, but i guess i was wrong. i can't do whatever this is any longer."

then, you'd walked away, leaving him alone in the downpour in front of his house.

how could he have been so stupid? no one in his life has ever known him better than you did, and he still let you slip from his grasp. what an idiot, he thinks, scoffing at himself as he makes his way upstairs and joins his family.

though, as they enter the festival of ice, seb immediately regrets not staying in bed.

you laugh as alex pulls your winter hat over your face, grabbing a handful of snow and throwing it at him in retaliation. haley rolls her eyes as she stands to the side, annoyed as she pulls out her phone and begins absentmindedly scrolling. meanwhile, alex starts to chase you, grabbing you from behind and hugging you tightly before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

seb looks away. he thinks he might gag.

"hey, seb! you made it!" his blond-haired friend runs up to him like an excited kid, snow already scattered in his hair. "geez, did you just wake up or something? you look kinda rough, buddy."

"thanks," he replies flatly.

sam scratches the back of his neck, flashing an apologetic smile. "sorry, didn't mean to tick you off. come on, abby's waiting over there!"

sebastian keeps his gaze on the trees as he follows his friend, trying his best to tune out the sound of your laughter he once craved to hear. how did you end up with a douche like alex, anyway? he never understands why sam speaks so highly of him, and now you go off and date him?

"helloooo," abigail sings, waving a hand in front of his face.

"oh, hey," he greets, blinking out of his thoughts. "sorry, i'm still waking up."

she raises a brow, studying his face. "right. had another nightmare?"

"i guess you could call it that."

abby shakes her head, crossing her arms. "i'm telling you, sebastian, if you would just listen to me and move on, life will start to be much nicer to you."

"i have moved on," he snaps, though quickly sighs when he sees the knowing look she gives sam. "i'm sorry, really, but i'm fine. i promise."

"if you say so," she says, her tone unbelieving. he can't blame her for being worried — abby was the one who was most concerned about him after the two of you broke up, knowing how much he'd cared for you.

or, more accurately, how much he still cares for you.

"how about we go check on vincent?" sam suggests, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "the little guy was super excited for today."

as the three make their way over to find sam's younger brother, seb finds his eyes wandering over to you once again, unable to keep himself from checking on you. to his surprise, your eyes meet his for a split second, only for you to jump slightly and turn back to alex and haley.

did you miss him, too?

after the festival ends, sebastian finds himself lingering around a little longer, telling his friends and family that he'll catch up with them later. he walks over to the river, listening to the comforting sound of running water as he pulls out a cigarette and his lighter.

"i thought you quit?"

he whips his head around at the sound of your voice, nearly dropping the items in his hand into the water.

"i did," he replies after a moment, continuing to light the cigarette. "just felt like i needed one right now."

you wordlessly walk closer and stand beside him. he can feel your eyes burning into his face.

"well, how have you been?" you ask, rubbing your arm. "i heard you . . . haven't been sleeping well."

he huffs. "what, did alex tell you?" i told sam to keep his mouth shut.

"does it matter?" he doesn't have to look at you to know you're frowning. "it's been nearly a year, you can't let this keep dragging you down, seb."

he ignores the painful twinge in his chest at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. seb. sure, almost everyone tends to use that nickname for him, but it just sounds so right coming from you. it used to make his heart warm every time he heard it, no matter the place or time; while doing chores, eating dinner, in bed.

even now, when you aren't his anymore, a part of him is glad to hear you still say it with the same tone.

"as i've been telling everyone else," he says after blowing smoke out from his lips, "i'm fine. there's no need for you to worry about me anymore, anyways — you got mr. pro over there to care for now."

"don't talk about him," you snap, a sudden defensiveness coming over your voice. "you don't get to bring him up."

seb scoffs, finally turning to look at you. god, you look just as breathtaking as he left you, snowflakes glittering on top of your hair and eyelashes. there's a certain glint in your eye he doesn't recognize, though, and he decides to test it.

"why?" he questions carelessly. "are you scared i'll be too honest with you?"

"what? i—"

"well that's too bad, sweetheart," he interrupts, his old nickname for you filled with an unfamiliar venom. "i'll be truthful with you, just like i always have been. i wasn't perfect with you, not at all — i ignored you and hurt you, over and over until you got sick of it and left, so i know i could've treated you better."

he sees your eyes begin to water, and for a moment, guilt overcomes him, but he goes on anyway.

"but there's one other thing i know," he continues, taking a step closer to you. he points behind him in the direction of the town. "you and him? you'll never love each other like we did. sure, we had our fuck-ups and arguments, but i have never loved someone like i did with you, and i know you feel the same."

"you don't know anything," you whisper, though the confidence you had before has vanished.

he huffs a sarcastic laugh. "really? you sure about that? tell me, does he know you always sleep in every saturday, since you're in the mines until late on fridays? or how you always go to the saloon, just to play your favorite song on the jukebox?" he pauses. "i bet he doesn't know anything about the stars, does he? have you even asked him to look at them with you?"

"stop!" you demand, fists clenched tightly as you give him the same look you had when you left him. "this is different, okay? alex and i are taking our time, so neither of us ends up making stupid mistakes like we did."

"as stupid as they were, that's what i liked about us," seb says, his voice a level gentler than it was before. "we weren't perfect, but we didn't pretend to be. it's what made us so real." he shakes his head, lifting his cigarette to his mouth. "but if you want to go live your high school daydream, then by all means, go ahead."

you scowl. "you know, i came here to check in on you, but i see now that you're as helpless as you were when i broke up with you."

he winces slightly at your harsh words, but remains stoic nonetheless. "go ahead and think whatever you want, sweetheart, but i think one of us is clearly more helpless than the other."

"fuck off, seb. get over yourself."

as you start to walk away, he turns to look at you once more, watching as you hesitate.

"i wanted us to work," you say quietly, void of any hostility. "i tried so hard, but you made it impossible."

"would you do it again?"

the question is slipping out of his mouth before he even realizes it, but he can't take it back now. he expects you to turn around, to storm at him and laugh at how he can even think that.

instead, you leave him with no response, hugging yourself with your arms as you head back towards your farm.

interesting. he throws his cigarette down into the dirt beneath him, putting it out with the heel of his shoe. he wonders why you didn't say anything.

that night, for the first time in weeks, sebastian doesn't dream.

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

Did You Miss Me?

Druig x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: When the Emergence began, Druig had to erase your memories of him. Now, he's come back to remind you.

Word count: ~4.5k

Warnings: Angst, Druig pining. Some swearing. Lots of fluff. Powers? Druig erasing memories.

A/n: I'm not done with Druig yet haha. I might write more for this story if anyone's interested. I'd love to know your thoughts, I'm pretty happy with this one. Thank you as always for reading <3

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He watched you from afar. Trying to blend in with others around the park, he watched as you and a friend sat out on a blanket in the soft grass. Small plates of food and glasses surrounded the picnic basket, and you looked as beautiful as you’d always been.

From someone else’s view, he’d probably look relaxed lounging in the shade of the large tree, his back pressed against the bark. But his throat felt tight, his chest aching at what he saw. It’d been years, and you still took his breath away like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Then you laughed at something your friend said, the sound of it swimming to his ears and stayed there as he replayed it over and over again. Beneath the afternoon sun, he wanted nothing more than to lay beside you on that blanket — talk about anything or nothing, as long as he was near you. But you hadn’t laughed like that with him in a long time, hadn’t looked so at ease and happy when he’d said goodbye last time. How could he be the one to ruin that?

–

On that rainy Saturday, running around the little bookshop you’d been working at for a few years now, you barely caught a breath in between helping readers around the store. Weekends tended to be busy, but on a stormy day like this one, you couldn’t blame all the people coming in to hide from the rain or to spend a quiet day finding their next book.

During a spare moment, your eyes traced down the shop’s windows. You watched raindrops race each other down the glass and make the cement below grow darker. Absently, your hand reached up to your neck, trying to massage a knot out of the muscle running down to your shoulder.

You thought back to when you’d first come here, and you let your vision unfocus for a moment, the images of the occupied customers turning fuzzy. Trying to remember how exactly you’d gotten here always felt just out of reach, falling through your fingertips — like you’d been at home living your life one day, and the next, you’d decided to move here and begin your new life.

It’d been just as rainy the first day you came to the city, but the chilly storm had felt like a restart against your skin. In the back of your mind, you’d always wanted to have a bookshop of your own and live a quiet life among other readers, and perhaps a sweet cat.

And you’d done it, taking a job from an older woman, Carrie, near the edges of the city. Most days, you arrived early to help set things up and went home after your shift, or when Carrie shooed you away during a particularly slow day. 

Your first-floor apartment was nothing to complain about, except for the draft your landlord kept “forgetting” to fix. You’d even gotten that cat after he’d refused to leave your door until you fed him — black as night, affectionate, and always hungry. You’d named him Orion.

Still, when you sat at a restaurant alone and listened to couples laugh together or when you couldn’t quite become lost in a book as easily, some part of you felt… off. Like you were one of the window raindrops that never moved, just watching all the rest pass by without you. And you were missing out on something.

Now, standing there behind the checkout counter and watching the water spill down outside, you saw a man looking in. People passed by with curious gazes all the time, but he stood on the sidewalk with an umbrella and hooded denim jacket. You couldn’t quite make out his face, but in the back of your mind, it felt as if your window raindrop had moved an inch or so. And that jolting feeling only sharpened into surprise when someone walked up to you.

“Excuse me?”

You blinked, your awareness coming back to you as a woman said those words with a soft grin. When you looked back at the spot, the man had left already — like he’d never been there to begin with. 

Shaking your head, you returned the smile. “Sorry about that. How can I help you?”

She told you the novel she was looking for, and you happily brought her to the aisle as you both made small talk. You tended to avoid it, especially with all the current events that seemed to continually fill the news, most of them involving everyday threats and the superheroes to stop them. 

But that’s what books were for you, you thought while giving her the novel — a brief escape from life to live another one. And even the customer’s excited thanks brought you back to your mind, away from those thoughts of the past, the ones you couldn’t quite reach. 

They stayed away as you finished your shift and returned home, taking a warm shower and making yourself a cup of tea. But that night, through the rain that’d turned into a vicious thunderstorm, you dreamt of friends.

At least, they seemed to be friends as all of you — nearly a dozen people — sat around a dining table. The smell of the warm food nearly had your mouth watering, countless plates of it passing from person to person. Drinks and laughter flowed between these friends that you didn’t know the names of and faces you couldn’t recognize.

You also couldn’t catch any of the words they said, but you smiled with them as a feeling of familiar comfort settled into your body. Somehow, you trusted them. And as someone at the other end of the table raised a toast, to all of you — their family — you lifted your glass alongside everyone else. 

While they spoke, the man sitting to your right wrapped his hand around yours and gave it a soft squeeze. Your eyes glanced down to where your fingers intertwined, each one fitting together just right. 

But before you could look up at his face, a loud crack of thunder erupted, startling you awake in your dark bedroom. In the middle of the night, only the noise of your deep breaths filled the air, replacing the sounds of laughter and glasses clinking together. 

In the silence that suddenly felt like too much, you shifted, staring up at the ceiling. Sweat created a slick layer across your skin, coating you in a haze. Sleep fought you for the rest of the night. When the morning sun washed onto your face, it felt all too soon.

But despite your tired eyes and having work off today, you eventually pulled yourself out of bed. The day was bright, and you were going to make the most of it… or at least change out of your pajamas. Your hand swept over Orion’s black fur as you went through your morning routine. You tried focusing more on the bristles of your toothbrush or the taste of your breakfast rather than on how familiar last night’s dream felt.

But you weren’t in a dining room, you were here in your apartment — the one you’d been alone in for a few years. Well, except for Orion, as you were promptly reminded while sitting on the couch. He nuzzled up against your arm, clearly thinking your time was better spent petting him than reading the new book you’d gotten.

You opened up the window next to the street before scratching under his chin. His purring joined the noises of birds and traffic in the background while you opened the book. You’d only made it two chapters before Orion jumped up, meowing toward the window screen.

“What is it, buddy?” you asked, sitting up so you could see out the window, expecting to see a critter outside. But you saw nothing, not even as he wriggled his head into the corner of the screen — the broken side that definitely needed to be sealed again. Your hands reached out to grab him back, but he’d squirmed through before you could stop him.

“Shit,” you whispered under your breath as you scrambled toward your door, your book clattering to the floor. Running outside and around the side of your building, your heart pounded, knowing Orion could go right into the street or get lost out here. You caught the end of his tail going around toward the parking lot — and the busy road beyond it.

–

He shouldn’t have been at the bookstore, not after creating this new life for you — away from him — when the Emergence began. After erasing your memories of him for your own safety. He’d said he’d come back, but he also promised to do what was best for you.

He should’ve left days ago. He’d be halfway home by now. But that’d mean leaving you, for good.

–

As you turned the corner, you didn’t find your cat sprinting away. Instead, he stood at the edge of the parking lot, his head happily rubbing against someone’s jean-clad legs. For a moment, you stopped short, watching Orion act so affectionately toward this stranger. All you could say was, “I’m so sorry, I’ve never seen him do this before.”

You scooped him up in your arms, despite the ongoing meowing protests he let out. When you lifted your head, ready to thank the man, your eyes caught on his. Any words fell flat in the back of your throat as you looked into the eyes rippling with the color of the ocean. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your head tilting to the side as you took in this man, a baseball cap covering part of his face.

“...Do I know you from somewhere?” Your question hung in the air between you two, your arms wrapped tight around your cat. Feeling a bit silly for even asking, you shook your head. “I, uh, work at a bookstore, so I probably see countless people every day,” you said, followed by an unsure laugh.

“Maybe,” he responded, offering a small smile — one that made your stomach flutter. He nodded, about to turn away when you opened your mouth once again.

“I didn’t thank you… for stopping Orion from getting away.” You held up Orion, giving him a smile of gratitude. 

This stopped the man, his head tilting this time. “Orion?” he asked, an accent hanging onto his words. His eyes watching you began to soften. “I like the name.”

You weren’t sure why, but the way the man’s gaze settled on you and your cat made you feel calm — like your body resisted going back to your apartment just yet. Orion certainly didn’t take to just anyone.

But this was a stranger, and you had your cat back. So you gave another thank you and left the man. Before any other escapes could occur, you closed your apartment window with hunched shoulders and a sigh. 

–

Standing outside the apartment, he rubbed a hand down his face, releasing a silent groan. That part of him telling him to leave, that you’re happier and safer here in this new life, sat heavy on his chest. Maybe in another life, you’ll have her, it said, trying desperately to convince him. But he wouldn’t have her in another life. Because he had thousands to live, and you only had one.

The other part of him thought about the life they could lead together — one where he didn’t have to force himself to forget your smile that made his steps falter. He’d nearly come clean just from how you had looked at him, your eyes sticking to him like honey.

He’d balled his fingers into a fist to stop from running a thumb across your cheek, from smoothing out the worries that filled your body. He wanted you to engulf his mind the way his powers could do to others, living out the rest of time entwined together in every form. 

And dreaming of a life he’d selfishly choose — taking you away from everything you’d created here — hurt worse than walking away right now.

But… you’d recognized him. He saw it pass across your face. And you remembered that Orion was his favorite constellation. You remembered him. 

–

For a bit, you tried to get back into your book despite Orion’s incessant meowing at the window. When you hadn’t made it past the one paragraph you’d been rereading for a half hour now, your mind reeling with the eyes made from the sky itself, you turned on the TV instead. 

That night, after falling asleep with takeout in your stomach and an old rom-com playing in the background, you dreamt of a bedroom. Your bedroom, and of a man you couldn’t quite see the face of.

Morning light washed the room in a golden color, where you saw the back of him staring out the window. All of it shimmered under a fuzzy haze as his contagious laughter made you blink the sleep out of your heavy eyes. 

You drew in the image of his soft hair, the color of warm syrup, and his pants that you could’ve sworn you’d seen before. Or least smelled, the soft scent of him bathing you in coffee and leather, along with something you couldn’t pick out, but it felt… familiar. He wore no shirt, the planes of his back open and calling for you to brush your hands along, mapping the freckles.

But you blinked again, and the bedroom shifted. Moonlight flooded the room this time, leaving the corners pitch black. The man with the brown hair paced back and forth, but his face again always sat in the shadows.

Somehow, you knew you’d had an argument this time — not a resentful fight, but a tense conversation that pulled your relationship, whatever it was, at the seams. Anger didn’t fuel it. You knew because in the cavity of your chest sat a deep sadness and worry. Your hand itched to reach out to him, but no matter what you tried, you couldn’t move.

All you could do was sit there and watch as whatever worry ate away at him. You woke up that morning with tear-stained cheeks. No one stood looking out your window like they belonged there. The early sunlight didn’t feel as warm as the one in your dream.

Your mind struggled to keep away from wondering what all this meant, even during your busy shift at the bookstore. It all felt half-hearted as you turned from customer to customer and shelved books in between.

You only snapped back into the moment when a child ran by and knocked the display you’d just built to the ground. You supposed that was one way to take your mind off of things. But silently, you cursed whichever god of fate was against you as the display also hit your water bottle, spilling it onto your shoes. A pained sigh eased its way silently from your mouth, the noise joined by the soft squelching under your feet.

The kid’s dad offered a “Sorry” and a look that said, “What can you do?” You thought there were several things he could do, but you just swallowed them down with a smile as you went to grab paper towels. 

Between bending over to soak up the water and spending too long rebuilding the book display, your back ached by the end. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in painful movements, too tired to massage the knots from your stiff neck.

Carrie sent you home a little early, rubbing a wrinkled hand down your arm. “You did better than me. I would’ve poured the water in my shoes on him,” she laughed, and it brought a real smile to your face.

It kept you going as you made the walk to the nearby cafe despite your uncomfortable feet. You were at least going to end this day with a well-deserved drink in your hands. The scent of the shop’s bakery section hit you, and no sprinting children were in sight — already an improvement. You kept your eyes on the menu while you waited in the short line, already knowing your order but hoping reading the words would keep your mind off the day so far.

After the man in front of you finished paying, you ordered your go-to drink full of enough caffeine and sweetness to keep you from taking a nap the second you made it home. Off to the side, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone while your drink was being made. But quicker than you expected, another barista called your order.

You’d only taken a small step forward when a man grabbed the drink first. Pausing, a moment passed before the same order was called again for the next drink they set on the counter. Your steps began again, your hand wrapping around the cup and savoring its warmth against the skin of your palm.

The man grabbing the identical drink with all your usual add-ons — same size and everything — smiled at you. “You’ve got great taste,” he said, offering a small grin. “Got hooked on this drink a while back.”

Your smile in return dropped for a second as you finally looked at him. Your gaze found the sweep of his syrupy brown hair, traveling down to the intensity of his eyes on you. 

“Hey, you saved my cat,” you said, looking between the drinks and him in slight disbelief. You weren’t sure why you were talking to him, but you found it came naturally to say something. Inclining your head toward him, you said, “I never got your name.” 

He nodded. “Dru works.”

–

“Dru…”

He watched you curl your mouth around the name and knew you were going to be the death of him. He’d already known this when you first met years ago, but watching your lips say even half his name was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. And when you told him your name, he nearly laughed — as if your name hadn’t been his favorite word.

Makkari would’ve called him a coward.

–

“Well, Dru, thank you again for keeping Orion from becoming a street cat,” you said with a grin. You took a sip from your drink, the two of you moving off to the side.

“Oh, ‘s no problem. My pleasure.” You loved the lilt of his words, the way they wrapped around you in a hug. “But how’s he doing? Hope there’ve been no more escape attempts.”

Shaking your head, you let out a sigh. “No, thankfully. He just incessantly meows while I’m trying to read.”

You watched his teeth dig into the corner of his lip as he smiled. “Ah, not very relaxing then. D’you read a lot?” he asked, taking a drink — his gaze never leaving you.

“Only as a career. And most of the other time,” you laughed, your fingers picking at the lip of your cup. “I work at the bookstore next door. Do you read much?”

You quickly added, “I won’t judge if you don’t. You just came across as a reader.”

His eyebrows rose high, his mouth dropping open a little. “A reader? I don’t come across as one of those models on those steamy romance novel covers?” he said with a teasing look in his expression, his shoulders swaying. “I’ve got some things to change.”

You couldn’t stop the giggles from bubbling up at his comment. “No, no! I see it now,” you told him through a wide smile. 

You pretended to look him up and down (really, it was only for the joke. Your eyes didn’t linger at all). The leather jacket and dark jeans hugging his body certainly fell into line with those cheesy romances you’d seen (and read). Holding back a grin, you pursed your lips. “After rescuing Orion, I think you’d be perfect for something like… My Purrfect Savior.”

His smile turned sly, disbelieving as he shook his head. “No… they can’t really be that bad.”

You nodded, letting out a breathless chuckle. “I swear on my life.”

His shock turned into a wide grin as laughter took over him, his shoulders shaking as he leaned toward you. 

But the sound of his laughter, full of something warm and bright, had your smile dropping. Staring straight at him, maybe through him, you knew it felt identical to the one you’d heard in your dream last night. It felt like a blow to your stomach, sending you hunching over slightly.

His own face sunk, and suddenly, you hated that you recognized that look. It came with hundreds of moments that crushed against your ribs.

In an instant, memories rushed back into your mind — images of him, of his family, of your life together. A gasp escaped your mouth as you staggered back away from him. A whisper passed your lips. 

“Druig.”

–

Fuck.

He knew you were going to hate him. But you sure said his name like a prayer.

–

Your breaths felt too shallow as Druig took your arm and your drink, guiding you out of the cafe with quick steps. The sun felt too bright against your eyes, suffocating. Or was that your lungs not working?

He took you to a bench to sit down on, his hand hovering over you — hesitant. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to be wrapped in his arms or to punch him off the bench. Your shaky hands pressed against your face, trying to keep you grounded.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. The man who was just a stranger now called you sweetheart, and he was no longer a stranger. He was your Druig, the one that’d erased your memories of the Eternals to keep you safe — against the wishes of your heart and the hot tears stinging your eyes when he’d told you. Despite you agreeing in the end, it’s for the best. It’d made the risk of him dying easier… if you didn’t know he existed in the first place.

“Please say something,” he whispered, his fingers finally making contact against your back, softly rubbing up and down.

The touch felt electric, buzzing full of a million things unsaid. After a minute, you rubbed your eyes with the backs of your hands, risking a glance up at him. “Is it really you?”

It’s really me. He spoke it into your mind, the first time he’d done so in years. The words came with a comforting weight that loosened a sigh from you.

As you stared at him, seeing tears of his own well up, something clicked into place. You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” you whispered over and over again against his skin.

“I’m okay,” he murmured, resting his cheek on your head. “I’m sorry, this is not how I meant things to go. I… I almost didn’t say anything.”

“I should’ve known that when we agreed to do this,” you said, a bittersweet laugh coating your voice. 

Silence passed, and you could feel the unspoken words in his throat. Still, you waited until he said, “Are you sure? I can make you forget again, if you wan-”

“Druig,” you said, the sweetness of your voice almost offset by your exhaustion. “Please, shut up. You’re not leaving me again.”

He let out a long, shaky breath that shook to your core. His tense shoulders finally slumped, his body leaning into you even more.

“I couldn’t stay away from you.”

“I know,” you whispered, just holding onto him. The rise and fall of your chest fell in line with his. Silently, you thanked whatever fate brought him back to you.

It wasn’t fate. It was you. Not much could’ve made me stay away from you.

Pulling back, you glared at him, though you were too happy to see him for it to look very real. “I don’t think I missed that part of you.”

He offered a sorta apologetic smile. “Couldn’t help myself. Missed all of you, your mind too.” He rubbed his hand down the back of your head, stroking along your neck as if to make the point.

You understood what he meant, especially all those moments when you’d felt like something was missing. It was always him.

“So it’s all over then? The Emergence — I saw it on the news a while ago, but what happened?” you asked him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He brought his forehead to yours, letting out a soft breath. “We stopped it. Then I had to get things settled in the aftermath, traveled with Makkari and Thena for a few years. I’m sorry I was away for so long, but…”

You knew. He did it for you, to make sure your life would stay safe.

“I’ve missed them,” you sighed out, smiling at the memories of the other Eternals. “Oh and thank you, for saving the world,” you said with a weak laugh. 

He just smiled with you as he swiped his thumb along your cheeks, dragging the last tears away. “My beauty. I don’t know how you remembered. With my powers, that’s never happened to anyone.”

A soft smile grew along your face. “I’m not just anyone, Druig.”

His hands pulled your face closer. “No, no you’re not,” he whispered against your lips. His mouth brushed along yours before fully kissing you. It tasted of the years apart, as if making up for lost time. He kissed you until your lungs begged for air, making you reluctantly move back, settling in next to him.

He grabbed your drinks — the one you’d gotten him hooked on — and pulled you into his arms once again. You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been sitting there, the warmth still present on your lips. It wasn’t until the sun began to dip below the city’s skyline that you said anything. 

“Love?” you asked, your eyes resting shut. His arm fell around your shoulder, the two of you watching the world together.

“Hmm?”

Laying your head back against him, you whispered, “Play me a memory of us. A happy one.”

So he did, flashing a memory into your mind — one where you met the other Eternals for the first time, their family immediately embracing you. And surrounded by joy and laughter, you still held onto Druig’s hand. A tether keeping you close, a lifeline.

The warmth of it seeped throughout your body, holding you tight. It played out all through the way home. You reminisced on the memories you’d missed and imagined the new ones you’d be making.

And back at the home you’d share together for a while, after finding your old life again, you laid with Druig in bed. Between retellings of all the events he’d survived, the two of you found moments of happiness — bright stars amongst the dark background. Or a strike of lightning illuminating the window, showing two raindrops entwining themselves.

The entire time, his hand traced shapes along your skin, his touch never leaving you for long. You savored the weight of him pressed to you, an ever-present reminder of what you’d missed, of what you’d both sacrificed. You fell asleep to his soft voice brushing against the curve of your ear, whispering “I love you” again and again.

That night, you dreamt of no one.

—

@reidslovely

[northstarscowboyhat]

auwuauwua Ceroba and Starlo childhood friends mean so much to me. I also like that the game implies that Ceroba's really close to the sunnyside family as a whole as she invites Solomon and Crestina over for a picnic in one of the flashbacks. I like to hink she didn't have a great home life so the sunnysides where like a 2nd family to her... I think they had a lot of sleepovers and they'd stay up all night giggling about stupid shit and they'd do silly roleplays in the corn field.

YES YES YES WE ARE ON THE SAME PAGE!

I'm of the opinion Ceroba is currently not in contact with her family, as her parents were... not the greatest and didn't keep up communications once she moved away from home. To the point that she spent a lot of her childhood with the Sunnyside family. In game, she not only invited Solomon and Crestina over for a picnic in one flashback, but she also calls them lovely folks and apparently they're close enough for Solomon and Crestina to share their concerns over Starlo and the Wild East with her, so I like to think she basically sees them as her parents. I like to also think that Kanako, lacking any biological grandparents (Ceroba also mentions Chujin having a strenuous relationship with his own father) saw Solomon and Crestina as her grandparents!

Back onto the Staroba though, yes absolutely, I think they were silly ass kids. Starlo probably kicked Orion out of his half of their bunk bed a lot for Ceroba to have sleep overs and Orion couldn't say shit because Solomon and Crestina loved having her over LOL. They played pretend in the corn field and came back home tracking mud everywhere. Starlo constantly promised to protect Ceroba from anything dangerous that would threaten her and then was the one needing to be comforted when something was scary. Starlo jumped into one of the bodies of water in Waterfall to get Ceroba's scarf when she accidentally dropped it and came out more soaked than a drowned rat. The Staroba.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

hii. in case you are still accepting requests for the summer drabbles, could you write something with the prompt "picnic dates", from the fluff lists, with young!tony stark? thank you!

Family picnic

PAIRING || Husband!Dad!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 1K

SUMMARY || Today is the day of your five-year wedding anniversary, so Tony is taking you out on a picnic to relive your first date all over again, making it an ultimate blast from the past. However, this time your three beautiful children are joining in as well, making it truly unforgettable.

RATING || General (G)

TAGS || Canon divergence. No powers AU. Young!Tony Stark AU. Kid fic.

A/N || Nonnie, this prompt has given me a true blast from the past, as I loved going back into the storyline for my beloved AU! A few moments are referenced from this one-shot, though both can be read as standalone stories. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for all her love and support and for proofreading this bomb of fluff! 🤍

Photo: Source || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Young!Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles

For the past week, Tony has been planning a special surprise for your upcoming wedding anniversary. He hasn't let you in on a single secret the entire time, which has only increased your curiosity by a hundred.

Today is the day the surprise will be revealed, and it all starts as you cuddle with your youngest son, Paxton, as he drinks a bottle of warm milk on the couch for his breakfast. Your twins, Hudson and Orion, are busy helping Tony prepare the surprise in the kitchen.

The twins are growing way too fast for your liking - they turned 12 years old not too long ago - and Paxton is turning three at the end of the year, intensifying the feeling as you carefully brush some curls out of your youngest son's face.

"Are you excited about the surprise Daddy has planned for us today?" you ask as Paxton looks at you with the same dark brown, large eyes as his Daddy. He smiles around the bottle and nods. He's an exact copy of your husband when he was his age, and you can't stop smiling as you think about how cute he was at the time, especially combined with the countless stories Howard and Maria call tell you about him.

"Are you two ready to go, Sunshine?" Tony asks as he walks into the room, and you have to do a double take as he does. He's wearing the same outfit as on your first date, combined with his usual messy curls and sunglasses, making him look irresistible.

"I- uhm-" you stutter as your cheeks heat rapidly, your eyes roaming over his body as you get flashbacks to where it all started almost 14 years ago. Now, it also clicks why he laid out a stunning yellow sundress for you this morning, as you wore one on your first date, too.

"Yeah," you whisper, picking up Paxton before approaching your husband. He kisses you softly before kissing your son's forehead, and then it's time to get into the car. Tony, Hudson, and Orion have been working hard to prepare the surprise, and they're excited as you place their brother in the car seat.

"I can't wait to show you the surprise, Mommy! It's very special," Orion says, and you laugh heartily at her enthusiasm.

"Me too! We worked very hard," Hudson chimes in, to which your husband nods. They worked hard to prepare it all, and Tony is fortunate to have had two little helpers like them. Then, after a short drive, Tony parks the car at the edge of a park, and you get butterflies in your stomach as you realize what's about to happen.

"Are we going on a picnic, My Love? Just like on our first date?" you ask excitedly, and Tony can't stop smiling at your enthusiasm. He shrugs, still trying to keep up the surprise, even if you have already figured it out.

Once everyone is out of the car and the kids are already heading towards the playground - Hudson and Orion looking out for their brother the entire time - Tony pulls you close to him, his hands wandering over your back as he leans in for a few small kisses.

"Happy anniversary, Sunshine. I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate than to have a picnic with our sweet kids, as they're the true testament of our love," he tells you, making you tear up as he does.

"The past years have been nothing short of amazing, and to have spent them with you is something I'll forever be grateful for, my sweet, beautiful Sunshine," Tony whispers, his mouth mere inches from yours as your arms are draped over his shoulders, pulling him closer to close the gap between you two finally.

Tony's lips are soft as they capture yours, the kiss unrushed and perfect as he presses you gently against him, not wanting to let you go.

"I love you, Tony. Thank you for saving me and giving me the life I always dreamt of. I wouldn't be in this position today if it weren't for you and your kindness, love, and support," you tell him, tears gathering at your waterline.

"I love you too, Sunshine," he whispers, and you can't stop smiling. Then, you see all three of your children walking towards you again, and you let Tony go to see what they're bringing you two.

"We got you and Daddy some flowers, Mommy!" Hudson says, extending his hand with freshly plucked daisies. Orion and Paxton do the same, and your heart flutters at your children holding flowers for you - it's clear where they got their manners from as you look at Tony with a smile.

"You guys are so sweet! Thank you all so much. They're going to be perfect for making flower crowns with when we're having our picnic," you say. Your twins cheer happily, and Paxton smiles as he waddles to his Daddy.

"Sammich Dada?" he asks, making you giggle, and Tony immediately agrees. Shortly after, you're all sitting on a spread-out blanket, Paxton nibbling on a piece of his peanut butter and jam sandwich while Hudson and Orion enjoy a ham and cheese sandwich they share.

"How perfect would it be to add another baby, Sunshine?" Tony asks, and you look at him with a curious look, trying to figure out if he's joking, but when you find out he's serious, you can't help but smile widely at the thought.

"It would be more than perfect," you say before cupping your husband's cheek and pulling him closer. However, before you can kiss him, his phone rings out of nowhere, making you jump as he scrambles to get it out of his pocket.

As he sees who the caller is, you shake your head. Like on your first date, Clint calls your husband, making you smile at the memory as you tuck a piece of your daughter's hair behind your ear.

"I love you all so much, my Munchkins. Thank you for making today special," you say before kissing all of them on their red, chubby cheeks. Today couldn't be more perfect, and you can't imagine spending your anniversary any other way from now on.

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Katie mccabe fluff ???

her favorite constellation ★ k. mccabe

pairing: katie mccabe x reader

summary: in which katie mccabe is listening to the love of her life ramble about her favorite constellation, having a soft smile on her face as she listens.

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you were one of the smartest people your girlfriend has ever known, and one of the things she loves about you is when you ramble about things you love. the way you’d get so excited talking about the stars and the constellations, it always made a soft smile appear on her face.

“then, out of all of the stars or constellations you’ve mentioned love, which one is your favorite?” katie asked, you gave her a soft smile. you were in the middle of your backyard, a blanket was placed on the floor, with a picnic basket that contained a few snacks.

you looked through the telescope as you tried to locate orion, when you did you gestured katie to come closer which she did. she saw the outline of a person, who had a sword or a bow?

“that is the orion constellation, love.” you said, as katie hummed paying attention to you.

“tell me more about it?” katie asked, as she grabbed your hand playing with your fingers as you chuckled at her actions.

“the constellation that you saw is orion, it’s named after a hunter in greek mythology. it’s located on the celestial equator and is made up of bright young blue giants and supergiants, if i’m not mistaken.” you said, as katie looked at your eyes, and she saw you it sparked making her soft fondly at you.

“it is one of the most prominent and recognizable constellations in the sky and can be seen throughout the world, unlike some constellations that can be seen in a certain place.” you continued, as she intertwined your hands together, her thumb caressing your hand.

“are you listening?” you asked, just to confirm as she gave you a nod, looking into your eyes.

“according to one of the greek myths, he led a tragic life that ended when he stepped on a scorpion.” you heard katie chuckled as you looked at her with a confused but yet you understood why she laughed.

“don’t blame me, love it’s just what’s been told. continuing, the gods felt sorry for him, so they put him and his faithful dogs, canis major and canis minor, into the sky as constellations. the gods surrounded orion with celestial animals for him to hunt, like lepus, the rabbit and etc.” you gave katie a soft smile as she returned it.

“he was said to be in love with merope, one of the seven sisters known as pleiades, however she didn’t want anything to do with orion. the gods placed him into the sky forever chasing the pleiades, but never reaching them.” you said, as she scoffed at the ending.

“so he’s just going to keep chasing her, and never actually get the girl? what a load of bull-“ you placed a hand to her mouth as you felt her smile.

“that’s one of the stories, however we should head inside. it’s a bit chilly and i want some of your cuddles.” katie laughed, as she got up giving you a hand to which you accepted.

you spent the whole night watching one of her favorite movies, cuddling on the sofa.