#where dreamers go

[where-dreamers-go]

"Choices" Self Aware! Leon Kennedy x Gamer! Reader -- Part One

(A/N: Going a little out there with a self aware Leon Kennedy trying to get through his mission in Spain while not always in full control of his movements.

Hey, as someone who's first fanfic series was called Love Your Plushies on DeviantArt, this isn't too bonkers.

Giving Reader a gaming room to live the dream!

Warnings: forbidden love, angst, canon violence, slow burn, mild language, and multiple povs.

Word Count: ... words)

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Perhaps late. Perhaps right on time. You were finally playing the remake of Resident Evil Four.

Light in the room was dim enough not to leave an annoying glare on the screen. No obvious reflection of yourself either. Always a bonus. A cozy atmosphere within your little gaming room.

You pulled at the blanket behind you on your supportive chair as the start screen loaded up.

Ominous music played through your earbuds and you almost instinctively became more alert.

"Ready to go." You popped your knuckles before reaching for the game controller. "Where'd I leave off with Leon?"

Loading to your last save point, the sound of distant rain gave an eerie sense of calm. The kind that made you glad you had a blanket and your back to the wall.

In the center of your screen, the man and hero from your dreams stood without his jacket for warmth. A little dark indoors, but he was safe.

"There he is," you said fondly.

. . .

Shaking his head, Leon felt as if he had awoken from a short sleep, like he dozed off. Yet the typewriter sat on a trunk and the locked iron gate sat exactly where he remembered.

And the nightmare continues, Leon thought bitterly. He just wanted to find Ashley and get out. Upgrading might not be a bad idea though...

"There he is." A familiar voice came from behind, happy and lively.

"Heh."

There you are. Leon didn't need to turn around. There was no one to see, but that didn't mean he ignored the mysterious voice. I wonder how long it's been for them.

Stepping around in a circle, he surveyed the small area at the foot of the stairs.

"Oh, yeah." The voice spoke again. "This was after the freaky large spider-wannabe jumped a guy up there... And Ada. Definitely needed a break from all that."

You and me both.

Of course, he could've said so out loud. However, Leon had yet to speak to you directly, the mysterious faceless voice. He was busy surviving the mission and you were --

He walked up to the hooded figure.

"Nothing but the finest wares!"

You were busy controlling his main movements. Most of the time. Making choices he likewise might have overlooked or would not had gone out of his way to do.

Are we going to sell that Extravagant Clock now?

Oh, you did more than that. Between selling what Leon had no use for and checking for future upgrades on weapons; he was grateful you repaired his body armor.

It's good to know they have some sense, he thought in relief.

Throughout Leon's mission thus far, he without a doubt knew you wanted nothing more than to help him. He had heard you multiple times. In fact, he'd grown quite accustomed to your commentary: yelling at infected, scolding anyone or thing that landed a hit on him, giving words of encouragement specifically for him when he otherwise just wanted a break, and the ever endearingly soft "I'll get you out of here, Leon.". He didn't know anyone like you. Heck, he didn't know where you were!

He wondered how long you would be joining him this time. Two hours? Less? It depended on your schedule and he would only know if you spoke up. That's how he knew more time went by for you.

They can't be too bad if they're helping me, Leon thought. Unless this is messed up too. No one else seems to hear them.

Turning in place, Leon was soon directed to the typewriter.

"Just in case," you murmured as the other man spoke to Leon.

Thinking ahead as always, he mused.

Using his elbow to make the large weight drop, the gate opened to the darken sky. Fiery torches lit the expanse of the castle. A creepy laugh sounded out of the tall speakers overhead.

"That's creepy." You commented while steering Leon in the direction of the closest barrel to kick.

He walked further and something whizzed passed him.

"Hey." You directed Leon back to take cover and quickly take aim through a scope.

Enemies up on the far tower were shooting at Leon. A couple of headshots later and he put the weapon away.

"All right." Leon said before moving forward.

Ahead a draw bridge lowered and a lot of men stood ready.

"Oh, you were expecting me." Leon quickly grabbed your weapon of preference.

Seeing the wooden shields and hearing one guy chanting, Leon was glad you were having him keep a distance. For that moment.

"Save him for last," you murmured from behind him.

It all happened rather swiftly and without incident. One suplex included, which he knew impressed you specifically aside from a well aimed kick.

Leon ventured inside the next section, with its multiple gateways per room that made you justifiably suspicious.

All was fine of course until he was running extremely low on ammo.

"Stop latching onto their heads," you growled at the infected. "You look like off-brand little xenomorphs."

That's a description. Leon continued downward to more surprises.

"An ornate necklace," you said. "Fancy."

Didn't I just sell a clock? Leon wondered as he pocketed the necklace. Ornate. Why did they say that as if it's its actual name?

"I need more gems...," you mumbled. Your voice was so close Leon couldn't decide in which direction it originated.

But he couldn't see you either way and ignored how heat rose up his neck.

No sooner had he finished with the jewelry, his leg swung out toward an enemy too close for comfort.

"Whoa. Quick moves," you commented.

Quick reflexes, yourself, Leon thought as you guided him upstairs where a small arrow descended painfully.

"Hey!"

With you thoroughly not having it, Leon took down two more guys before finding the figure with a crossbow. One calculated shot and fire cascaded down onto the last guy.

"That's for shooting Leon."

Distractedly, his stomach flipped.

Just grab the supplies and keep going. Leon thought and rapidly ascended a set of stairs that lead atop of the building again.

Torches blazed and darkness loomed. Further ahead and rising from behind a wall stood a large, white-masked infected.

"What the heck is that?" Your voice rose from somewhere ahead.

The large infected roared.

"Another one? You guys are really starting to become a giant pain in my ass." Leon groaned out.

"Crap. Crap. Crap."

. . .

Heart rate rising, you opened the inventory to craft healing herbs as fast as you could.

"That thing is freakin' huge."

Using a mixed herb, you watched Leon's health go into the green. A more comfortable health considering how at that moment you are fearing for Leon's life.

CRASH

You took a couple of firing shots at the hulking infected and watched on in no surprise that it had no effect on it.

"No use! I'm just wasting ammo."

"Okay, okay." You steered Leon off to the right and hopped down.

"Time to move!" You rushed him forward towards another tower.

CRASH

An open gateway welcomed you, but so did a ladder beside it.

"Crap it."

Leon climbed up.

"Please be good. Please be goo-- AH!"

CRASH

Another roar sounded from the infected.

More than anything, you feared that any hit or long ranged attack from that huge thing would knock out your precious Leon completely. So any amount of hope could lay anywhere.

Atop of the tower was a sight that brought a cheer out of you. Yellow barrels, an herb, and a chest.

"Let's go! Thank you."

Leon gathered the necessities. Plus a gem.

Back down, Leon was safe from attacks inside.

Was I already here?

CRASH

"Seriously?" You nearly shouted as Leon took some damage from flying debris. "Leave my boy alone...man."

Huffing, Leon kept moving forward.

You know what? This is good. It's fine. I... THE GUY!

Leon hunched forward indoors.

"Nothing but the finest wares!"

Grabbing your water bottle from the desk, you took a generous swig. It was always good to remember to stay hydrated. You can't take care of Leon if you haven't taken care of yourself.

"Repair time."

Zooming through the options, you had him repair the armor before anything else. Buying First Aid Spray was among the list. The usual routine.

After clicking out of that menu, everything out the gateway sounded much worse than it did when you started playing today.

"Don't get yourself killed now, haha." The hooded figure laughed.

Leon reloaded before you saved the game again.

"Just breathe," you said.

ROAR

Off to the right, in the distance, the huge infected continued throwing parts of the fortress.

"Go, Leon, go."

After crossing the draw bridge, you had Leon crouch behind the wall. He was lucky thus far.

WHAM

You gasped as Leon flew and tumbled off to the left.

"Shit! Sir Ugly's got me beat." Leon pushed himself back up and trotted into the tower before him.

You grimaced when you took a glance at the curved health bar.

"And I totally went the wrong way a minute ago." You groaned, "I'm sorry, Leon."

Rushing Leon, you did your best to have him avoid flying boulders. Technically it wasn't boulders, but still. You were doing your best to find something to use against that behemoth of an infected.

"These guys are really just annoying now," you said as you had Leon kick a walking infected.

Climbing up, you hoped it was a new area for Leon.

Cobblestone flooring lined the room. Some sharp fencing stood ahead.

"Yes! A cannon! Hope it works."

The relief in Leon's voice, no matter the amount, made you smile.

"It better work. That guy's huge. Can we drop a tower on him?"

You shouldn't had been surprised when more infected came after Leon. You really shouldn't have.

"Hey!" You gasped seeing one infected wielding an axe and another one attacking.

BANG

"Next?" Leon sassed both confidently and tiredly.

Seemingly clear, you did the usual: gathering items and set up for what's next.

The cannon went up to the roof for position.

It was the moment. The next answer for the huge obstacle.

CRASH

Leon rushed to the cannon. "Get ready."

"We got it. Come on," you aimed at the large infected.

The cannon fired and disgustingly hit its mark through the infected's face and sent it tumbling over the edge.

"Oh!"

"Adios, you son of a bitch."

"Sí." You aimed the cannon elsewhere.

Wooden doors blasted open.

"All right, open for traffic," Leon brushed back his hair.

You shook your head fondly. "My door's open for traffic," you said with a short laugh.

Pulse lowering more, you eyed Leon.

Still good.

Finding your way down or rather Leon's way down, he headed towards the newly opened doorway.

"We'll get a bit of a break, right?"

No sooner had you asked that a burst of sound hit your eardrums.

Both wooden planks and Leon flew up into the air.

"WAH?" You looked on in horror at the screen. "LEON!"

ROAR

Leon scrambled up and across the huge infected as it tried to hang on to the ledge. Huffing, Leon made it into the tower to safety. Relatively. Then dove forward as the thing reached for him.

"What the crap?" You clutched your chest, heart hammering.

Leon walked forward to the ledge and stated, "Sorry. I've had my fill of you guys."

You exhaled and sunk into your seat for a moment.

And this isn't even the end of the game.

What else was there ahead of Leon?

What other shapes would danger appear in?

Could you get through it successfully?

A large, intact area was laid out below. A courtyard, perhaps.

"Ashley? Where are you?"

"Hopefully somewhere safe enough," you replied.

You eyed the hedges below, but had Leon move on.

Indoors you heard crying and were relieved to see a cutscene.

"Ashley." You cheered softly at the sight of the blonde.

Thank goodness. And...no bad guys?

Stretching your fingers, you listened in on Ashley and Leon's reunion. Totally without getting all teary-eyed.

More than anything, you knew they both needed a cure and a vacation from the terrors they faced. Plus time to recover from whatever was sure to come next.

He's so respectful of distance.

After speaking with one another, the screen faded away from Ashley.

CHAPTER END

"Ooo buddy. I love them so much," you rubbed at your eyes for a couple of moments. "Wrap Ashley in a blanket and hug Leon for a few hours."

Zipping through results, you saved immediately.

"One more chapter wouldn't hurt." You reasoned.

Again, your view started on Leon's back as his phone rang. You weren't quite sure how safe that would be in a more critically dangerous situation.

But you had complete faith in Leon.

You only needed to make sure he reached the end of the game. Preferably without watching him die on screen.

A call from Luis requesting Leon to save him wasn't exactly on your gaming bingo card.

"Looks like we have to rescue la princessa," you grabbed your drink again.

You had a feeling it was going to be a long journey still.

"I'm right with you, Leon. You got this."

. . .

Rushing across the red carpeting towards the very next enemy, Leon's vision became blurry for a moment. A moment too long for him.

"The hell is happening?" Leon took a shot at another cloaked figure attacking him and grabbing for Ashley.

The figure fell, ended. There were still so many appearing from behind corners or from where one chanted.

"Reload, reload, reload." Your stressed voice came from behind him.

Hurting and jogging between furniture, Leon wasn't comforted by the panic in your voice.

But they sure have hell of an aim.

Rounds of gunfire and chanting filled the space. The same evade and destroy. Survive.

Yet for once he wasn't alone. Leon had Ashley to protect and lend a hand. Which was better than the threatening alternative.

"Crap this. His health is low." You said with a huff.

A grenade flew from his grasp before he could fully register having grabbed it.

BOOM

Leon wiped the sweat from his brow.

That's all of them, Leon thought as he raised a walkway. He and Ashley could continue.

"Making progress!" Ashley announced encouragingly.

Leon moved forward. "Look at Miss Positive."

"I am and she needs to be home away from this loco place," you panted.

You're tired? Leon almost said out loud, but he frowned when he swore he heard slouching of water by his ear before a small cough from you. Where are you when we're escaping this hell hole?

"Eh. I'm sweating."

He glanced over to where your voice sounded close by. Mouth open, he almost spoke directly to you. Almost.

Leon had so many questions for you.

Among them: How were you caught in this mess?

Were you in danger?

Was someone making you control Leon?

What else did you know about the infected?

What else did you know about him?

Why would you care so much?

Leon turned yet another corner.

"I'm gonna get dizzy with all of these twists and turns," you murmured.

Hearing the water again, Leon's eyebrows pinched together briefly.

Do they feel alright? Again, Leon considered speaking to you, but that would only frighten Ashley. Speaking to air -- a voice only I can hear? Yeah, definitely not concerning.

Coming up to another shiny gate, Leon heard your quiet sigh.

The hairs on the back of his neck tickled as it warmed. He shook the image of lips out of his mind as soon as it appeared.

He wasn't alone, but he couldn't even truly find you. His constant companion: name unknown, location unknown, and commentary unrestrained.

What happens to them when this mission's complete?

"Leon! Watch out!" Ashley alerted him as a robed infected ran towards him holding a scythe.

"Cool weapon," you stated flatly.

Leon blasted the guy. Then once within reach, ended him easily.

Two more walked closer. One with a wooden shield. Both taken out without much trouble.

"Huh!"

"Okay. Cool. Let's keep going." Your voice sounded less enthusiastic as Leon figured the many turns inside the fancy fortress was indeed tiring you out.

Guess they don't live in a place like this, Leon reasoned to himself. His mind wondering briefly what your home must be like.

The next room they found themselves in wasn't as lit up as the other rooms. Yet no less empty.

"Hey Leon, there's some armor. Bet you could use it like a bulletproof vest." Ashley pointed out playfully.

A lineup of four suits of armor faced the windows.

"Heh. Little old fashioned for my taste."

"Too bad. I think you'd look pretty dashing." She responded.

Leon added no further commentary as he investigated the room.

"He would look dashing," you murmured from somewhere by his head. "But you can't argue with a good cotton blend."

Swallowing down a laugh, Leon silently thanked you for guiding him onward.

"Or sweatpants." You added.

Definitely closer to my taste.

Further ahead, Leon had a feeling something was up. He leapt down where more statues and suits of armor were cast in light by wall-hung torches.

"Ashley, stay up there!"

"OK! Be careful!"

He went around investigating and kicking in a few items.

"She better not get grabbed again," you mumbled. Voice behind him at usual. "There's a lot of stuff to grab..."

Your suspicion made Leon more alert. You had not been wrong about your gut feelings. Even if you didn't clearly state it.

"Leon! The armor!"

Indeed, of all things, he could see after grabbing another piece of a larger puzzle, a suit of armor advanced.

"C'mon, you can't be serious!"

"How many are there?" You voiced as you guided shot after shot.

The infected sprung out from helmets.

"Hah!" Ashley voiced from above as fiery blue light erupted on the floor. "Look! It stopped moving!"

"What did I miss?" You huffed.

"I don't think they like the lantern fire!"

"Oh." You charged Leon in for a good kick. "Can you drop down another?"

Leon pressed the trigger instead of stating the obvious: Ashley could not hear you.

Then again . . .

Did you know Leon could hear you?

Another armored infected crumbled to the floor.

"Hey! Are you OK!?"

Leon ran towards where he had leapt down from.

"Yeah! Nighty-night, knights." Leon quipped as he caught Ashley from her descent and set her on her feet.

Your single laugh came out so fast, you nearly choked.

"You sure you're all right?" Ashley inquired with concern, "You're not burned, are you?"

"Nah, thanks for your help. That really did the trick."

"Hehe."

Leon meant what he said. Any actual help was good and appreciated. No matter the scale or the odds against him.

Why say nothing when one could let their thoughts be known?

Opening another passage via statue puzzle, they moved on along a long red rug runner.

"You don't think they're gonna move, do you?" Ashley asked as they passed more suits of armor posed with weapons.

"Probably not," you answered. "But I might yelp anyway."

Leon nearly shook his head before kicking another vase.

You sure did not mind searching for any little item or collectable that might assist him later.

Passing through another wooden floor, Leon found himself back in the familiar Great Hall.

"Okay...um. Ballroom next," you said before clearly stretching as evident by soft sounds Leon had heard from you before. "Let's check a few things first. And probably save."

A stop by The Merchant and the Typewriter later, Leon set the animal heads onto the statue.

Movement sounded close at hand and further away.

"Leon, the stairs!" Ashley pointed behind him.

"Stay back!" He advised her. Leon freely held up his gun with full control.

In a moment, golden cage bars sprung up around him.

"Muetre." One infected growled.

Eyes on Ashley in direct danger, Leon gripped the cage bars. "Run! Now!"

She took off running as infected were quick to pursue.

Within the gate, an infected swung down at Leon, intending to harm, but he rolled out of the way. Leon begun shooting.

He had full control of his moments.

Dodging a fiery arrow effortlessly, he kept going.

"That's my Leon." Your voice seemed to float around him.

Experience, training, and maybe something more made Leon react with ease as if it was all well rehearsed. Using what he had helped him survive.

. . .

This Ashley POV is stressing me out, you thought. All this ticking. It's too much pressure.

Ashley climbed out of the elegant lift and headed straight for a gated doorway with her blue flame lantern.

"Leon!"

"Ashley? Are you OK!?"

My boy!

"Hang on, I'll figure something out!" She called out.

Meanwhile you were regretting not taking a break earlier. You didn't want to mess up helping Ashley.

More ticking.

Louder ticking.

This is going to take a minute.

With Ashley determined to save Leon, you guided her to clues.

And an exact time. Wow. Cool.

"Maybe..."

You smiled. On the job training, Ashley. You got this.

Ticking continued.

Clock arms whirled.

You yawned quietly.

The tall clock chimed.

"I know I saw another clock like this one..."

Sliding itself, a hidden doorway was revealed. Beyond was . . .

Spooky, you thought at the sight of billowing curtains and a steep staircase leading down.

Just beyond the foot of the stairs and an abrupt corner came another suit of armor.

Ashley screamed as the blue light within the lantern she carried stopped it mid strike.

"It's all good, nice and slow..."

You got this girl.

Another hidden doorway.

It made you wonder how many normal doors there were versus hidden ones. Then you would have to take into account ones that required pieces like a puzzle instead of using a cranking mechanism.

Another suit?

"Get lost!"

Move girl!

You kept hey moving quickly as rapid moving metal clanked on pursuit.

"Don't look back. Don't look back."

Okay. Okay. Move. Move. Move. You guided her around another corner and door. Finally!

The second clock stood in the semi darkness.

This place is expensive!

Ticking. Chimes.

A secret stairwell that looks really creepy with the swinging blue lantern!

Following the red carpet runner, Ashley found an elevator. Among a bunch of antiques.

"Come on. Come on!"

It's old. We're lucky it works, you thought as you stretched your legs. And-- crap.

Using the blue light, Ashley bravely stopped the advance of more suited infected before safely getting into the lift.

"Oh, thank god."

I'm here too. You waved to her back.

"I am done with armor."

How about a nice suit and tie?

Beyond the lift, more antiques occupied a larger room.

"Didn't I just say I was done!?"

Oh, no.

A bell is sorts sounded with a pull of a rope and the music went up through your earbuds.

Crap! She can't fight!

If you weren't sweating before, you sure were then.

Infected wiggled in the armor.

"This sucks!" Her scared tone made your heart clench.

Yet there was a puzzle to solve instead of a simple door to open with a handle. This was hard for her! She wasn't trained for that.

"Stay away!"

You rushed Ashley through the space, much too aware of how frightened she was to be there alone. All the metal clanking, the infected slithering, and music rising had your pulse going.

Last one!

The gate slid up.

Ashley ran. Across dust covered rug and stairs until she reached an all stone area. Pretty dark too.

Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if you had to fight in there. Then again, this was Ashley. She didn't fight, but she was a survivor.

You were proud.

"The heck..."

A lantern...light puzzle? You squinted at the screen. Okay then. Uh. Is Leon just waiting? Like, I wouldn't mind him waiting at home here. Hehehe.

Puzzle solving commenced shortly. Thankfully.

Obtained Salazar Family Insignia.

Right. Fancy. You leaned towards the screen for a moment.

A blue flame extinguished.

"No, no... No, don't go out!"

What? No--

Dark armor appeared ahead.

"Again!? I've had enough of this!" Ashley bolted.

She was defenseless. Ashley had no armor of her own.

Unprotected and running for her life.

With each step along the hall, another suit came alive.

You needed to help her.

RUN GIRL!

By far, having to protect a character who was to be rescued felt alarming. The pressure to not mess up was high. Ridiculously high.

You had her run, crunch, and maneuver through "frozen" knights with every hope it wouldn't be a jump scare. Or worse, the end of Ashley's turn.

No more blue light shined ahead. Yet more suits of armor were ready as you guided her quickly and mentally cursed the elevator until it shut protectively with Ashley inside.

That was close.

Ashley panted, scared. But alive.

Until she rightfully screamed a short time later.

How is she supposed to get by? This poor girl!

Weave around, check map, run, crouch, and move.

Move, she did after, hopefully, one last puzzle piece was placed.

"All right."

Cutscene! Where's my boy? Man...

"Leon!"

"Ashley?" Leon called from within the caged area. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah! Give me a sec, I'll get you out."

Might need good therapy... Oh, gross... You watched her grab a key from a hand. No, oh. Kay!

"Hey! Try this!"

Leon grabbed the key she tossed and looked up in question. "Can you make it down? I can catch you."

That's a drop. You grimaced at the distance between the balcony of the floor above Leon's.

"Yeah, I think so."

Girl?

Leon nodded silently. Handsomely.

Then, of course, because she was out of your sight and Leon's, some red-hooded goon grabbed her.

What is that creepy guy?

"Ashley!"

Firing off shots on his own, Leon's attempts only made the goon take one glance at him over the shoulder before continuing on its way.

"Oh, crap." You exhaled. "This could be worse."

"Shit!" Leon growled.

"Oh, Leon..."

CHAPTER END

"Save, please."

Back at the main menu, you let yourself relax. Letting all the tension go.

Sometimes playing video games felt like a workout. Well, some literally were.

"Didn't expect to play as Ashley," you took off your earbuds and set them aside. "And now we have to find her again. And Leon's health should be fine."

Goodness, were you emotionally involved with the characters. You had ahead put in more than a few hours before this gaming session; so it put to reason you would feel something.

Perhaps you felt something a little more, a little stronger, for a certain agent you spent the most time playing with. Maybe a lot.

"Until next time, Leon."

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[ivorydragoness44]

“Blush” Part Two Morgie le Fay x Merlin’s Kid! Reader

(A/N: A collaborative piece between @where-dreamers-go and @ivorydragoness44 for a continuation of two magic users who are crushing on each other: Reader who is headmaster Merlin’s kid attending Merlin Academy and Morgie, son of Morgana le Fay. Warnings: Awkward teenage-hood, mention of snakes, and use of (Y/N) for your name. Also Lain translations: facti sunt inanimati (become inanimate) / Ego amo te multum (I like you a lot) / acceptus (welcome/pleasing) Word Count: 4,740 words)

An outdoor common area wasn’t crowded during your lunch time. Various seating and tables welcomed anyone outside of class time. The open area distributed voices into an easily ignorable murmur.

Your usual go-to reading spot in a comfy armchair was exactly what you needed after you had finished eating. Some time to yourself. Time to get a head start on assignments or study. You did neither.

A large volume on momentum spells sat upon your lap. There it laid open to the same two pages for the past ten minutes.

How did I not notice before?

You had been searching through any reliable memory for nearly twenty-four hours since Bridget had cleverly hinted of Morgie’s crush on you. In turn, you realized your own stirring feelings for him in such an odd fashion.

How could I not know my own feelings? You wondered. I know when I’m happy or anxious, impatient, sad, or surprised. Definitely surprised. These feelings were obvious.

Blinking, you retained nothing from the pages before you.

How could you?

You had such a confounding and unanticipated revelation. It was as if you were questioning everything around you as it looked fresh and altered in a way.

Am I in the beginning or all ready in the middle of these feelings? You sighed. I just want it to make sense.

Not that there was much reason for your scurrying between classes the day before. All wrapped in your own mind and hardly making so much as a glance at anyone around you.

That anxious feeling and fluctuating levels of anticipation followed you into a new day. Always on the look out for a specific magically inclined student.

Two more classes and then he’ll be in that one. It’ll be fine. It was fine yesterday.

A sway of greens and black caught your eye from further away. Passing chairs and laughing fairies.

Recognizing the figure only made your heartbeat pick up into a rhythm that made your fingers twitch.

Thoughts whirled in your mind and the large room felt too warm.

I can’t.

Picking up your belongings you dashed around the armchair and sped out into the closer hallway.

I need a quieter place to study anyway, you reasoned with yourself. Your feet took you down a familiar path and soon you had your sights set on a corner seating area. It’s totally normal to sit here, you thought, I’ve done it before. No one really comes here unless they need to. It’s a big school.

Indeed, it was a large academy.

But, who else would sit outside the Headmaster’s office to study other than his offspring? Probably no one.

You sat a bit too upright against the cushions.

I just need to focus. That’s a skill.

Yet shame rose to your cheeks and chest as you considered your escape. A move quite cowardice.

The truth was simple: You were unprepared for the new situation. Having near romantic feelings, more than friendly, towards Morgie was not something you foresaw. The weather, sure, but not a crush. Not int the least.

All you could do was hope to get through the rest of the school day as smoothly as possible…and maybe see Morgie. Maybe.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Many questions could be asked within the halls of Merlin Academy. None were deemed silly, mostly.

Why is it called ‘butterflies’ when my stomach flips from seeing (Y/N)? Morgie thought while he strolled to class. They’re nice flips.

Hopping over someone’s school bag, Morgie chuckled and quickly surveyed the common area with its tall windows. He saw the same students chatting animatedly, practicing magic, and keeping close to those they knew.

At the sight of a familiar shade of blue, Morgie felt those butterflies.

(Y/N)! Morgie came to a halt as he watched you speed walk through a threshold with a large volume tucked against you. I wonder what spell book they’re reading now. Or history book.

Being gifted with magic himself, Morgie knew almost exactly how knowledgeable and skilled you were. Magic ran in both of your families. Strong and well-known.

A mental image of your eyes shining in magic filled him with a tickling warmth.

Very magical, he thought dreamily.

⭐︎ ⭐︎ ⭐︎

Mathematics class; intimidating to some, aggravating for others, and a welcomed challenge by few students.

Sitting in the front row of desks made it easier for you to take diligent notes. Goodness knew how important it was for you, child of the knowledge-seeking Merlin. Especially when you continuously fought the urge to check windows’ reflection.

It was just the right lighting. The perfect cloud cover outside. A subtle way to have a look at the classroom.

So what if you were curious?

I’m just checking. That’s all, you thought as you glanced over to Morgie’s reflection.

After twenty minutes of repeating the action every so often it could no longer be considered ‘checking’. No, you were studying Morgie. Observing how he presented himself in class, a learning environment. He didn’t interrupt. Expressive, but not loud.

By the end of class, your notes could had been neater. An easy task for later.

You took your time leaving class. Slowly packing your belongings where they ought to be in your bag. Yet your eyes had began a habit.

You wanted to see him more. To see what might happen.

Is that a side effect of having a crush on someone?

Could you truly call it studying, something you were confident in doing?

Morgie squeezed passed a taller student while heading for the door. It was when he reached it that he looked over his shoulder and caught your gaze.

In the time it took you to hold back your gasp, Morgie had a flush rise up his neck.

Oh.

In a flash, Morgie left the classroom.

You blinked.

What does this even mean?

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Too much thumping. Too warm and flighty.

Morgie had never shoved and bounded down a hall so fast. Not for avoidance anyway. He had no idea what came over himself.

Eventually stopping underneath a tree, Morgie breathed in the fresh air.

Why does my face have to get so warm? He thought while fighting the urge to hit his forehead on the tree trunk.

Uliana’s words from the day before rung in through his head: “A villain shouldn’t be blushing; not over an honors student.” She had seemed so bewildered then by Morgie’s reaction to you.

It wasn’t as if it was his fault. He didn’t make himself blush on cue, nor did you. If Morgie had it his way, no one would had been able to tell how he liked you. He didn’t want them to.

But (Y/N) probably knows, Morgie thought. They’re too smart not to know I like them. His heartbeat increased steadily.

Seeing your figure ascending a set of stairs took a short gasp out of Morgie.

I could say something.

The youth leapt from out of the foliage, took a few steps, and stopped. His chest felt like it was shaking with the rapid thumps of his heart.

Morgie swallowed. Hazel eyes watching nervously as you walked out of sight.

Maybe another time.

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A whole week passed with just as many assignments and suggested readings. Knowledge was gained and some sleep was lost. Studying for a text was involved.

Maybe I’m getting better at this, you thought.

Leaving your final class of the day, you held your head a little higher and had a slight bounce to your step. Days were looking up, more positive. Magical, one might say.

You had good news to share with your father, Merlin, and Bridget had given you a copy of a cookie recipe. All good things.

And I’m pretty sure Morgie had looked at me in class today, you thought with a giddy smile.

Oh, that crush of yours? You one hundred percent knew you liked him.

Did you figure out when those feelings started? No, and that bit irritated you. You really wanted to know in order to figure out the details. But your mind liked to keep some secrets it seemed.

On route to your dorm, you avoided the sea of students. Each gathered in various sized groups to socialize after a long day.

You wanted to put your books and all away in your room first. It was a wonder how much you could fit into one bag.

Walking into a near deserted hall with mid-afternoon lighting gave you an odd sense of awareness. No distractions moving about or unpolished enchantments to dodge. It was you, your surroundings, and your senses.

Through those senses, it was easy to notice someone trotting up behind you. Not too fast, but also with intent.

“Hey.”

Your eyes widened a fraction at the sight of Morgie slowing to match your pace.

“Hi.” You greeted lightly and did a quick glance behind him.

He came alone.

This is a bit new.

“How’d you do on the exam?” Morgie asked and gingerly bit his bottom lip.

“Better than I thought. Thankfully. I spent enough time studying for it.”

“I know.”

You looked forward briefly and asked, “How about you? How’d you do?”

“Near perfect.” He nearly smiled from ear to ear. His chest stuck out just enough.

A swell of pride unmistakably grew within you.

“That’s great.” You said, grateful to have an easy conversation. “I’m not surprised.”

Was that too much?

Walking alongside Morgie was quite new. Welcomed and almost peaceful. What blasted all that into the stratosphere was the delighted grin brightening Morgie’s face.

Oh. You could feel your heart squeezing and your own smile widening.

All major smiles dropped once the pair of you reached a staircase.

“I’ll…see you later,” Morgie took a step away.

“See you.” You gave one last smile and started the ascent. Even with eyes focused on the steps ahead of you, you were aware of Morgie’s gaze following your movements.

Definitely a more positive day.

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Time and one’s innermost desires didn’t always line up as one hoped. Not even with magic.

Morgie had thought his time was perfect, but there were other factors he forgot to take into account.

This could be better, Morgie thought, or worse.

Morgie had followed his band of fellow villains in line for lunch. Stomachs hungry and eyes trained ahead was the usual standing for the students.

For Morgie, however, his fingers twitched and he was much too aware of every movement he made. He could hardly help it. Making an impression and standing out to you kept him on his toes.

You were standing behind him talking with someone. A fairy who was asking for wand advice, apparently.

They’re a really good listener, Morgie thought as he kept waiting to hear your voice. They might be smiling. He managed not to turn around. Even teenagers with magic had some self control. More so, gaining the attention of the other villains wasn’t something he wanted at that moment.

Suddenly, inhaled sharply as he felt the slightest movement of air behind him. You had almost touched him.

Standing so close together in line felt like the best and the worst thing all at once. Morgie could hardly breathe in a normal manner.

“Hey,” Hook tapped Morgie on the shoulder.

His eyes glanced over to the pirate captain. Soon he met the others’ gazes.

“Are you sick?”

Morgie shook his head.

“The line shouldn’t take that long,” said Hades.

“It could be faster.” Uliana pointedly looked ahead.

After quiet observations of Morgie le Fay, the villains turned back around as the line moved up. He was thankful for the lack of questions. Perhas they had thoughts on the weekend ahead. Morgie sort of did.

Hearing your cheerful laughter practically roll through his nervous system reenergized him like a potent potion. He pulled at his thin scarf.

I need to do something.

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After a rainstorm everything felt alive and…wet.

Nearing the end of your lunch period you had dried off a part of the seating at a table in a courtyard and got to work fixing your notes. Earlier in the day, one of your teachers had spoke faster than you would had preferred. At least the cramp in your hand ebbed.

If they weren’t in a rush to finish the lesson today, you thought, my notes wouldn’t look like a total lopsided disaster trying to keep up. Picking your pen up, you had an idea. Why can’t I let my pen write for me? A mixture of a locomotive spell and personification. It could work. Worth a shot, you thought and set down the pen.

A quick shake of your arms to stay loose, and you straightened your posture.

Any spell started with an intention. With yours set, you spoke clearly and allowed your gift to charge. You had done spells since you were little. This one could be considered a light exercise.

One you completely goofed up when the sight of Morgie le Fay walking by with his hazel eyes already gazing at you threw off your concentration.

“Oh, goodness.”

The pen in front of you didn’t move.

 A startled scream drew your attention to your real mistake. Across the courtyard, a stone bench scampered by a group of students.

“Blast it.” You hit the table and leapt from your seat.

“(Y/N)!” Jasmine and Aladdin shouted, both rushing away from the animated furniture.

“Sorry!” You ran after the bench as it fled form you in a gallop. “Stop!”

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Merlin Academy allowed magic in the curriculum. No question about it, with a wizard as its headmaster. It was then, expected by most, to see magic nearly everyday, given the various students’ skillsets.

“That looks like fun,” Hades commented on the running bench, Maleficent nudging his arm in disapproval.

“Maybe they like mischief after all.” Hook said to Morgie and peered to his friend. “Morgie?”

No one was beside him. Not anymore.

Moving as fast as his legs could take him, heart pounding, Morgie ran through an alcove. He had a simple plan: cut off the animated bench’s path and stop it before it caused you any harm.

If (Y/N) wanted it to be running amok, they wouldn’t be panicking. A logical thought for the teenager keeping an ear for any sign of the likely misbehaving bench.

Sunlight poured into an opening of a walkway intersection, and Morgie skidded to a halt when he heard your aggravated shouting in Latin. The corner of his lips curved up.

“Come on,” Morgie murmured in a ready stance.

Rhythmic thuds came closer and closer.

Gray stone tumbled around the corner.

“You,” he kept his hands raised, “facti sunt inanimati.”

 A jolt and stiffness hit the bench, stopping altogether. Echoes of its last movements faded into the building.

“Ha.” Morgie gave the bench a good look-over. “Nice try.”

In the next moment, you rounded the corner with determination. Your objective had been completed without you. It stood to reason why your surprise built as you slowed to a stop by the bench.

Backlit from the afternoon’s warm sun and your gaze on Morgie, he found himself speechless.

“Morgie,” you inquired between intakes of air, “did you… Did you stop it?”

He nodded, heartbeat increasing.

A grin brightened your face. “Thank you.”

Morgie stuck out his chest proudly. He could feel himself grinning.

“You, uh, you didn’t have to.” You gave the stone bench a light tap with your shoe.

“I wanted to.”

An expression and emotion came over you, one Morgie couldn’t quite read. You weren’t angry or disappointed. It was neither sadness, irritation, or disgust.

The longer he studied you the more you stood there in wonder.

Should I walk closer? He thought, glad to not be blushing.

“(Y/N),” Fay had scurried into the covered walkway. “Are you all right? Oh! You got it.”

You had turned around to face the fairy, “Actually…”

“It’s all right. I messed up with my wand again yesterday. But, perhaps, we can move the bench back. Somehow.”

“Levitation could work,” you suggested with a cute tilt of your head.

“Yeah. Excellent, (Y/N).”

Standing quietly, Morgie’s heart had a small leap of warmth whenever your name was spoken. A spark of excitement.

“Morgie,” you said looking over your shoulder, “I’m glad the bench didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

“It would’ve ran away if it knew what I can do.” He replied feeling more confident.

“I’m sure.” You smirked playfully.

Not so deep down, Morgie really wanted to keep the conversation going despite the new task ahead, Fay standing right there, and an upcoming class. He could probably come up with something.

“Uh.”

Both you and Morgie looked to Fay as she stood waiting with her wand at the ready. Patient as she was, Fay appeared confused at your interaction.

Good. She doesn’t need to know.

“I have to run.” Morgie leaned forward and allowed his magic to alter his eyes. “You can catch me later.”

After witnessing surprise on your lovely face, Morgie took his leave. Blushing was the last thing on his mind this time.

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Warm afternoon sunlight made the headmaster’s office cozy and nowhere near intimating. It could also be the familiarity and the sheer number of books in your father’s office. Not particularly a surprise for you.

The actual surprise came earlier when you decided to talk to your father about what had been nagging at the back of your mind.

If only you could get yourself to that topic.

“You heard about that?” You cringed, slouching into your seat.

“I did.” Merlin said calmly as he sipped his tea. “It’s not often a stone bench runs around the academy. Oh, don’t take it to heart. Mistakes happen. We can learn from them.” Ever the understanding and intelligent man. Anything could be a lesson in his view.

Now’s as good a time as ever, you thought apprehensively.

“I…was distracted.” You admitted quietly, nervously.

Setting down the teacup, he looked at you pointedly.

“Well now, you know better than that.” He cleared his throat, “especially with others around.”

“I know. I know. It’s just… It doesn’t make sense,” you rambled on, “it’s like one day everything’s normal and then… Oh, goodness.” You sunk further into the furniture a little embarrassed. “I have…feelings for someone.”

Merlin chuckled, “I see!”

“But I don’t know when it started so that I can know fully why.”

“Very illogical and confusing. You might never know.”

“What?”

He continued to chuckle happily. “There’s no logical explanation for this.”

You grumbled, thought half-heartedly with how your father was in such a good spirits.

“A most befuddling thing.”

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Late in the evening when crickets started chirping and owls were starting their day, villains mingled in an enormous rotting eel. An excellent place as any to hang out after school at the black lagoon.

Moods were high and shared as the motley crew recalled the chaos you enchanted bench caused. A real highlight of the day.

“I’ve never seen a fairy fall into bushes before,” Maleficent snickered with a swirl of her hair.

“Or a wave of students diving out of the way.” Hook laughed along with the others.

“Who knew (Y/N) could cause such glorious chaos.” Uliana added gleefully.

“Speaking of fleeing,” Hades turned to Morgie. “Where’d you run off to? You missed the fun.”

“I caught up with (Y/N).” Morgie replied as all attention fell to him.

“Oh, you spent time with Merlin’s goodie goodie?” Uliana teased playfully. She wasn’t oblivious to how Morgie acted around you.

Feeling more confident and a tad bashful, Morgie added, “I think (Y/N) and I could cause some mischief together.”

“Now that I’d like to see.” Uliana said positively.

“Merlin’s child without a book? How shocking,” Maleficent said and patted Hades’ arm.

“They mustn’t be afraid of the dark,” Hades said casually.

“Aye, but how much do they like it?” Hook questioned and looked to the young sorcerer.

Morgie breathed in slowly. “I’ll have to find out.”

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Sounds of water and chirping of birds ground you after what felt like the longest class of the semester. An exaggeration of course. But being by a water feature with friends between classes helped ease your mind.

“Is there a world where you’d consider not being in honors classes? It would give you some freedom.” Jasmine smiled encouragingly. “Or do you like a challenge?”

You shook your head, laughing. “I like learning. Is that so bad?”

“You’re not trapped in expectations are you?”

“Trapped? No. Trying to ignore them? Definitely.”

“I have some experience with—No!” Her words broke into a yelp as she looked down to where you both stood.

“Oh!”

A cream colored snake slithered over your shoe. Not a large one, and it hardly had any weight to it at all.

Odd, you thought and bent down to inspect the creature.

“Be careful.” Jasmine said from a couple of steps away.

“I will,” you squinted and almost laughed once you made a discovery. “Oh? It’s paper.”

“What?”

You chuckled and held out your hand. The parchment, very much enchanted, coiled upon the palm of your hand.

“Will it bite?” She inquired.

“What bites?” Aladdin showed up, almost out of nowhere. His gaze went from Jasmine to where hers was locked. “Are you planning to trick someone?”

“No.” You Brough your hand closer to you and added, “I’ll check it out. No worrying, all right?”

“All right.” Jasmine relented. “I’ll see you in class.”

Giving a wave to the happy pair, you departed for some seclusion. It was truly a good thing that the academy was large and not a simple rectangular building.

This is not a trick, you thought as your mind quickly narrowed down who would enchant paper to be a snake. Those thoughts only made your heart rate quicken.

As inconspicuously as you could manage while not fast-walking, you ducked behind a tree full of branches to obscure yourself from view. The last thing you wanted was a nosy student popping up behind you.

“Alright,” you exhaled and held the ‘snake’ up. “Do you have a message for me?”

With a shiver and nod, the paper snake unrolled before its serpentine enchantment subsided.

“Huh.”

Heat rose to your chest and neck.

It is form Morgie.

Your eyes had looked to the signature first before reading his message in its entirety.

(Y/N), Ego amo te multum. In my chest there is a hum every time I see you and hear your name it’s fluttering and warm and all the same. It’s new and acceptus and I wish you and I were an “us”. Please reply yay or nay. If negative, destroy this letter today. Morgie

Hardly knowing if you were breathing properly or what time it was, you read the letter two more times. You had to be certain you weren’t mistaken. Your heart threatened to burst! metaphorically, of course.

Morgie le Fay did like you! It wasn’t just a misreading of situations. He liked you a lot.

Him writing in Latin may had got you a little flustered, but you’d manage.

Quickly with shaking hands, you folded the letter and stashed it into your bag.

Yup. This is new. Befuddling maybe. You thought as you attempted a few calm breaths. He likes me! A wide smile curved your lips. Oh, wait, wait. I need to reply. Reply…and say what?

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As with each weekday, the rest of the school day went by. Each spare moment gave you a chance to breathe more consciously and time to contemplate what to write back to Morgie. Obviously, you would. It needed to be written just right.

Morgie liked you and you liked him. For once in your life, you needed to fully express that in words. No more avoidance. Time had come to admit your emotions.

A little intimidating, but he took a big step—a chance. I can do the same, you thought as you walked into your dorm room. Your safe place. No more hiding. It took me long enough to figure out how I feel. I can do this.

So your writing began. Many scratched out marks and revisions later, the reply to Morgie’s confession was complete.

Morgie, How could I reply with a simple Yay? My dear Morgie le Fay Ego amo te multum. I have found where the hum comes from. It’s from oneself being incredibly happy. I have it too. You may have my reply, YAY And I’m keeping your letter. Affectionately, (Y/N)

Thankful to have finally written with a steady hand, you folded the letter and enchanted it to fly as a bird. Speedy delivery for the sorcerer who would without a doubt be hoping for a reply.

Poor Morgie had to wait hours all ready. I hope he doesn’t think I burned his letter, you thought anxiously. But if he didn’t have hope or bravery that I might feel similarly, then he wouldn’t have sent the letter in the first place. Oh, goodness, how do people deal with this?

All you could do was pace the floor of your room.

What else could you do?

Your thoughts were no where settled to do anything academic. So you waited.

Waited for what exactly? You were not certain.

Anything and everything could happen. Even nothing.

Just breathe. You did your part. You leaned against your bed. Then again, there are no instructions for these sort of…illogical things.

About ten minutes since you had sent out the letter, there came an unfamiliar knock on your door. It spooked you as if you had been sitting in the dark alone.

Apprehension to disappointment of another person and nerves overcame you then. There was only one way to find out who knocked.

Be brave.

You walked up to the door.

Unless it’s Ella returning my book…

Upon opening the door, you were doubly happily surprised to see a beaming Morgie with very tidy hair, holding a single flower. The sort of flora that grew around the school grounds.

“Hi.” Morgie stood almost completely still.

“Hi. What are you doing here?” You asked with a grin.

“I wanted to see you.”

Your chest swelled with warmth and all you could do was stare at him, the body who liked you back.

Hazel eyes peered passed you and Morgie tilted his head.

“Why do you have crumbled paper all over your desk?”

Looking over your shoulder briefly, you laughed. “The first few drafts of my reply.”

“Oh,” Morgie raised his free hand to reveal a piece of paper. “Like this?”

“More rambling and messy because I was nervous, but yes.”

“Affectionately nervous?” A smirk upturned his lips slowly.

“Happily so.”

Beaming, Morgie took a step forward, but stopped as he was unsure of your reaction or preference of closeness. He looked ever so adorable. A letter from you in one hand a flower held in the other.

A hug I can handle.

Taking a step back into your room, you held out your arms and beckoned him in for a hug.

Morgie didn’t waste a second of your invitation. The two of your embraced. All nervous jitters forgotten. Enjoying the affection from the other with all the giddiness, warmth, and comfort that came with it.

“I really, really like you,” Morgie whispered onto your shoulder. His arms embraced you a little tighter, emotions shown freely.

I could hear that on repeat.

“I really, really like you,” you said, happy your voice didn’t crack. “Maybe we could do something this weekend?” Your bravery had come out full force.

Was there anything to be nervous about anymore in regards to your feelings?

Morgie leaned back to look at you with bright eyes.

“Yeah! Anything.” His excitement level escalated.

“Anything?”

“Anything,” he insisted. “A walk, a prank, trying a new spell, causing mischief, or dinner.”

“You’ve had time to think about this.”

“All day and when I ran here.”

“You ran?”

“I wanted to see you,” he repeated and finally offered you the flower.

You accepted the flower without hesitation.

Perhaps your time and future with Morgie would be something like that. Beautiful and unexpected. More than anything, you knew it would be magical.

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[kidovna]

started mister impossible today and i would like an entire book about the lynch brothers surviving living in the barn together written in matthew’s POV please and thank you

[ronanlynchusurper]

carmen and henessey

[likeasecondself]

ronan sleeping on adams floor, all the time, is not leaving my head because what was going through adams head? and what explanation was ronan offering adam as to why he was there? probably none, and telling adam to piss off and go to sleep? what explanation was ronan giving himself for why he's lying on adams floor because at this point he was not letting himself put words to his crush on adam (although he did fall for adam the first time he saw him- from tdt).

in the dream theives adam has newly moved into his apartment and straight away ronan is sleeping on his floor, whilst adam is still dating blue.

yeah sure ronan is his best friend, but if ronan wanted to be near a friend to sleep he can stay at monmouth manufacturing where there is gansey and noah. also gansey is an insomniac like ronan (its really cute that ronan can fall asleep next to adam, what a romantic), which makes gansey a better companion than adam who falls asleep straight away given his heavy school-work life. so what explanation was adam telling himself for why one of his friends is literally sleeping on his cold floor rather than in his own bed in his own room? just put yourself in adams pov and think because there's 0 logical reason for ronan being there! like whats adam thinking as he tucks himself to bed, ronan lying near him on the floor? THINK ABOUT IT

(only plausible explantion i can give myself is that adam knew of ronans crush on him for a long time and hence he's like yeah okay i know why he's here, and the reason we never find out in the first 2 books is because it was supposed to come from ronan in the second book, meaning all this time adam knew of ronans crush on him? i don't know because then would he pursue blue if he knew ronan was crushing on him? much to think about).

[fastestloseralive]

I’ll never forgive yjtv for making the wests….nice.

Wally should be running away from home. Wally should be fascinated with the flash because if he had super speed he run away and never go back to Nebraska. Wally getting shoved with iris for summers at a time, iris being his best friend (actual mother) who when she was only a child herself decided she wouldn’t let Wally down, and then the weird boyfriend of his aunt who STEPPED THE FUCK UP, if they wanted to be realistic the thing about Rudy and Mary’s abuse of Wally is that it wasn’t exaggerated comic book abuse like making child soldiers or something they were just narcissistic selfish people who punished their kid for random things and made them feel unloved and took advantage of him that he wanted to run and never look back. You could have easily have a thread where when you live like that surrounded by people with comic book levels of shitty lives you think you don’t have it that bad that you accept things. That this is what normal life must be only to have people like Barry iris Jay to prove otherwise.

And then when you finally hear about your parents divorce your friends don’t know why your celebrating or why your aunt and uncle badger the court for custody, full custody.

Like. Idk pisses me off man. It’s such a big part of why Wally is like that, ya know.

100% agreed lol

but like yeah I just. it’s a big part of him. I want a version of yjtv where it’s like that summer was great, everything’s the same, but once the school year starts, the team dances around the subject of how Wally’s become a little more withdrawn, a little more antsy, a little more hesitant to go home. wally who always kinda talked around the topic of his family and it wasn’t something anybody really picked up on until suddenly school starts and all he talks about are his aunt and uncle. wally who was at the mountain on thanksgiving and m’gann asks why he isn’t home with his family and he says “dad’ll kill me if I’m late” and leaves but she and zatanna just don’t know him well enough to know he wasn’t totally joking, and man, that’s the first time he’s mentioned either of his parents, ever. wally who needs this. wally who uses kid flash as an escape.

and every time flash comes to mount justice wally’s bouncing off the walls, like the version of him they met back in the summer is there again, at his peak. he smiles bigger, talks more. and it’s not like he’s stopped doing any of that, but once he started school, it began to feel just the slightest bit more forced, or like some kind of mask. and sometimes flash comes by and wally attaches himself to his mentor’s hip and they’ll overhear wally ask if he can come stay with him for the weekend and sometimes flash’ll say “sure, kid” and sometimes he’ll just give a sad smile and say “i’ll talk to your parents, see what i can do.” and wally won’t fully visibly deflate but it’s there, and those are the days that his attempts at flirting with m’gann are more out of nowhere and harder to watch, and those are the days he’s a little angrier and easily irritated, and those are the days he runs home from mount justice instead of taking the zeta tubes—he’s gotta clear his head. he’s got to pull himself together, force his hopes and dreams down into a place his parents can’t find. that they can’t rip away from him and tear apart until there’s nothing left but a blank slate for them to ruin.

because when he’s that young, at his core, wally west is a dreamer… and blue valley is where dreamers go to die.

[as-dreamers-do]

when Ame and Eursulon see Suvi having her breakdown and Ame's response is "Suvi!" and Eursulon's is "Sky!" 10/10 subtle character moment no notes all respect

[where-dreamers-go]

Share your stuff!!!

I've got a couple of Masterlists for Eragon so here's my Masterlist of Masterlists.

They're the first few fandoms, as shown:

inheritance cycle nation will you pls give me your fic recommendations 🙏🙏

[where-dreamers-go]

Romance/Flirty/Fluffy/Cute Dialogue Writing Prompts:

(A/N: Some fluff prompts to use, reblog, and have fun with.)

“You know I love you.”

“Do you need anything? Or I can just keep playing with your hair, if that’s okay?”

“I only wanted to matter to someone.” “You matter to me.”

“You’re like a dream.” “Oh. Um. Thank you?”

“Some people call it ‘love’.”

“You, me, your favorite hoodie of mine, and the couch. It’s a date?”

“We can’t leave the bed now. The pillows have accepted us.”

“Laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”

“Hey, cutie! I’m home.”

“When I had called you ‘a snack’, I didn’t know you actually smelled like one.”

“My ears miss your heartbeat.”

“Are you reading that romance/spicy book or did you have that dream again?”

“You know, the usual. We eat snacks/dessert, we sit on the couch, ignore the TV, make-out. The usual.”

“How do we always end up cuddling.”

[pinacoladamatata]

another from the archives🥲 She's a menace <3

[xfirexwalkxwithxmex]

A prized possession.

[dreamsteddie]

After the events of season four in a world where Vecna dies a minute earlier, Eddie lives, and Max gets away with a broken arm and some vision loss, Nancy and Steve start spending a lot of time together.

Everyone assumes that since Nancy and Johnathan broke it off not long after they reunited, having found themselves on different paths, the two of them were naturally drifting back together. Some of the kids are even betting among themselves on whether or not they're actually already back together and trying to keep in on the down low while everyone heals.

What really happened was that Nancy showed up on Steve's doorstep one day and asked if she could come in. She was nervous and it showed in the way she pinched her brow and rubbed her intex finger over her thumb nail but still made direct, almost aggressive eye contact with the man in front of her. Steve was worried that she was, indeed, here to confess which...wouldn't have been the worst thing, just not the right thing.

Instead what she says, directly and to the point despite her nerves, is that she's sorry if she led him on during their last time in the Upsidedown. She tells him that while she did feel a remnant of that old flame between them, it was ultimately a flicker in comparison to the forest fire of complicated emotions building up inside her for someone completely new. Someone completely unexpected. She looks genuinely mournful for having to tell him this, but all Steve can really feel is relief.

Steve had felt it too, and for a moment there it had really felt like their time had finally come. It felt like all the hurting and the fighting and the miscommunications and the missed chances were all leading them to this climactic moment during their last stand where they could begin their epic love story all over again. But then suddenly all he could think about between the blood and fear was eyes deep and dark like the forest floor after a long rain and the fleeting feeling of cool silver on his sore shoulders. He tells her that it's ok because he found someone new and unexpected too.

After that night they find a new kind of kinship that they always reached for but never could attain with all the history between them. They start meeting up as often as they can for late-night talks. Once Steve returns from his work at the shelter and visiting Eddie in the hospital and Nancy's parents come back to relieve her of babysitting duties while they help rebuild the town they meet at Steve's house. They avoid the back patio at all costs, instead deciding to set up lawn chairs out front to face the empty street, all of Steve's neighbors having fled with the first tremors.

They drink and talk for hours about all the mistakes they made, apologizing for all the ways they hurt each other in their youth in the days when they knew how to hurt but not how to heal. They talk about the life they could have had if things had been different. They talk about jobs and white picket fences and children and all the ways they would have been happy but not content. It should be awkward, and sad, and uncomfortable. And it is. But more than that it's cathartic, and by the end they are closer than they've ever been and fully ready to move onto the next phases of their lives as close friends.

They also spend quite a bit of time after the heaviest topics have run their course trying to help each other woo their respective crushes. Robin came out to the group not long after Will returned. She decided that it was time for her to claim the "most coveted of all Queer positions, Steve. The Queer Mentor!" and that being in the closet with their friends was antithetical to her cause. Steve argued that he was her first pupil already, but she claimed that his gay crisis was so minuscule that it hardly deserved the name. He came out a fully formed bisexual man. Steve wasn't 100% sure about Eddie, but there were enough rumors about him that he felt comfortable at least shooting his shot. Eddie was a good guy and he was so happy when Robin came to his room to share her coming out with him since he'd missed the bigger announcement.

All that is to say that they were both ready and willing to start pursuing their respective targets. They made game plans and tried to come up with date-but-not-really-a-date ideas for them to test the waters.

Meanwhile, Eddie and Robin both separately decide that they need to help push Nancy and Steve into the relationship everyone sees on the horizon. Steve is and always will be Robin's number one and she knows better than anybody how hung up he was on Nancy for literal years. She knows they hang out just the two of them and despite Steve dodging her attempts to figure out what it is they meet up about if they're not already together, she's pretty sure they're just taking things slow. The fact that her tummy feels all warm whenever Nancy Wheeler walks into the room is inconsequential to her far greater goal of Make Steve Happy. It sure would help if she would stop looking up at Robin from beneath her lashes like that though. Those eyes are killer.

Eddie, on the other hand, has felt some kind of way about Steve for the entirety of their not-quite acquaintance. It began with a sweet crush in grade school that developed into spiteful teenage lust and then back into a less sweet but much more robust crush following the not-so-end of the world. But all of those feelings are null and void in the face of the rapidly approaching epilogue of Steve and Nancy's epic si-fy/fantasy romance. He saw the way they looked at each other on their journey and he meant it when he said what Nancy had done jumping in that lake was a show of love. It feels almost poetic that he ended up doing the same thing, just a little too late to really matter. But despite the way Steve's visits seem to soothe the ache in his bones better than any opioid or cold compress, Eddie is going to do his damnedest to lead those two sheep in the right direction. It would be a heck of a lot easier if Steve could pick a shirt to wear in his own damn size, though. Those arms really were begging for release.

[daydreamerwonderkid]

Started a new Kdrama that a friend recommended and I nearly fucking lost it when they introduced an Italian mob boss eating his breakfast which was just a bowl of P L A I N spaghetti noodles and NOTHING ELSE asd;lfjsa;lj;ajga

[likeasecondself]

[Setting: Fixing a ley line with a bunch of dreamers around them]

Adam to Ronan: Good boy.

Ronan's head snaps up as Adam's hand flies to his mouth. “Parrish, mind your words.”

“I’m sorry, it just came out!” Adam's cheeks burn.

Ronan grins. “You’ve said that to me before.”

“Ronan!"

[helenofblackthorns]

Mark calling Julian "my dreamer" & Julian calling Dru "the dreamer" :(

[clegfly]

Waited for the ost to drop so I could make this