#& then it immediately smudged. & i didn't know how to fix it so i just made it worse

[emdotcom]

Man. Don't you hate it when you have to transform back into your other form, & there's a sliver of duality, of being in both The Wolf & The Human, before that is severed, & you are left coated in the blood that is & is not yours, forced to climb out the ribcage of the still warm husk you just shed, weak & sickly like an ill fawn, alone in a way few will ever know?

Anyhow. An image description, extras, & bonus info under cut.

[Image Description: A somewhat distorted illustration of a large werewolf. The wolf is large, its fur long & curly, it's ribcage split open, one hand gripping one side of the bones, as if pulling open a door. In its other hand, it holds its own heart, & offers it to a young woman sitting inside its own body. She has one of her eyes closed has a hand resting on the heart. The wolf & the girl have the same hair, the same eyes. There is blood spilling out, on the wolf's hands & in the girl's hair. The blood almost glows.

There are more images of the drawing in several other stages. One is colored, but lacking a filter. One is stark black & white lines, heavily smudged ink. The other is messy sketch lines. /End ID]

I really like gorey werewolf transformations. I got the idea in my head a ways ago that I needed, like, a real crunchy one? So, turning from one to the other makes the body split apart at the ribcage, the new body growing, discarding the old body.

This is maybe the least ergonomical werewolf transformation possible. Transformation starts at the heart, which, I guess, makes this image non-canon? I'm assuming the heart stays in relatively the same place, both times. Transforming like this sucks. You have to grow an entire body every time, & it hurts, & it burns up a loooot of calories. Plus, now you have, like, a corpse you gotta get rid of. Well, concievably, those last two problems can solve eachother, but :/

[bethereforya]

Part 2 of my Dealer!Ellie filth x

Pairing: Dealer!Ellie x Fem!Reader/Sorority!Reader

Warnings: Smut, spanking, swearing, mentions of weed

Notes: This got long sheesh. Part two to this lil thingy here, probs should read that one first but I can’t tell you what to do.

Word count: 2763

The tapping of your pen against the ugly brown wooden desk sounded like a ticking time bomb echoing in your ears as you stared at the black screen of your phone, your textbooks splayed across the table now long forgotten. Your studying had proved to be only a temporary distraction from the risqué text message that has been left unanswered for three days now. Thousands of thoughts have been racing through your head from the moment you sent it.

She wouldn't have given a fake number would she?

No her phone's probably just off.

For three whole days though?

Maybe she was just drunk and regretted it.

She wasn't drinking that night though.

High? No you were staring into her eyes all night you would've noticed that.

Well except for when she was tongue deep in your-

Maybe she has a girlfriend?

Maybe she just didn't like it as much you thought?

It wasn’t the first time you had been ghosted - you'd even done it yourself a few times, but this one did do a bit of a number on your ego. After you and Ellie had found your bearings in the bathroom of the musty ass frat party she had quickly punched her number into your phone simply under 'E' before slipping out the door and leaving you on your own to fix your sex hair and smudged makeup. By the time you had made your way out the bathroom and back down-stairs she was long gone.

You huffed out a sigh and hastily began shoving your textbooks and pens into your bag, you didn’t often use the library to study, normally preferring your room back at the house but you had just finished your last class of the day and thought studying in a busy public setting would relax your thoughts for the first time in three days. You were wrong.

You shoved your bag over your shoulder grabbing your phone and made your way out the building, immediately unlocking your phone and opening your messages.

Still think you can convince me?

The little ‘read’ sitting under your not so subtle text was just taunting you at this point. You wanted to move on you really did but as embarrassing as it was to admit, she was right, she was the best you’d had and all she did was eat you out and you were determined to find out how much better it could get. Which is why when you saw the auburn haired girl engaging in conversation with some freshman boy under an old willow tree right outside the science building you stopped in your tracks.

The universe either hates you or loves you.

You couldn’t help the scoff escaped your lips as you watched on, not believing the timing.

You weren't surprised to see that she was dealing by the subtle exchange of a small paper bag and a wad of cash, one no one would notice unless they were closely watching. You quickly checked your appearance in your phones camera before you began making your way over to her, passing the freshman who scurried by, looking like he was going to pass out from the fear of being caught. You couldn’t talk though, you were willing your nerves down the closer you got but as you stopped in front of her your irritation quickly took over.

“Funny. Never expected you to be the kind that was all talk.”

Your tone was laced with spite, eyes narrowed as she looked up from her backpack where she had just been stuffing the cash. She then looked back down. To your chest that is, you had to fight to contain a proud smirk, you were still pissed, but you knew exactly what the low cut top did for your tits. Happy accident you wore it today.

Licking her lips and shrugging her bag back over her shoulder she didn’t attempt to hide her blatant ogling.

“And you never struck me as the type to grow some balls, you know, since I had you begging and screaming just from my tongue,” she said causally with a smirk as she walked past you and over to the sidewalk.

You stood frozen in a moment of shock before turning and storming over to where she was still walking with her back to you, you managed to step into pace and walk along side her, now even more pissed off then before.

“Excuse the fuck out of you? You don’t get to ghost me and act so casual about it.”

“Who said I ghosted you?” Ellie questioned dumbly as she responded to a message on her phone.

“The no response to my text does?” You responded incredulously.

“Wow, never put you down as the clingy type either,” Ellie laughed, “or are you just a typical u-haul lesbian?”

“I’m the easily pissed off type actually.”

“Really?” Ellie asked rhetorically, “I couldn’t tell.”

You bit your tongue, continuing to follow Ellie blindly as you crossed the street.

“All I’m trying to say is that if you weren’t interested in hooking up again maybe don’t give out your number.”

During your bickering you hadn’t noticed you and Ellie had stopped in front of a dingy looking apartment building not far at all from the college. Ellie pulled a set of keys from her pocket and had opened the door stepping inside and holding it open for you.

“You coming?”

“Haven’t in three days,” you mumbled as you slipped past her.

She snorted out a laugh as she pushed the door closed and led you up two flights of stairs before stopping to unlock another door and allowing you to walk in first.

You glanced around as you made your way inside, for some reason you were surprised to find it fairly tidy, not seeming to be one for decor Ellie’s apartment seemed to have mainly thrifted furniture judging by the lack of a theme. There were a couple of framed photos laying around and a playstation set up on the tv unit but other then that, not much of a personal touch.

“Surprised you don’t have a marijuana tree growing in here somewhere,” you wondered aloud.

Turning around to face Ellie you noticed she had shrugged off her grey hoodie and was now in a tight white wife beater, you adverted your eyes swallowing back a gulp right as she laughed at you.

“Cannabis isn't a tree it's a plant, and I don’t grow my own shit, I just sell it.”

“Oh,” you murmured feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“That’s not what you want to know though is it?” She questioned stepping closer to you.

Your lips parted slightly as you nodded your head slowly, staring into her eyes.

“I got busy.”

You let out a scoff and a roll of your eyes as you began to step away, that was until Ellie’s left arm hooked around your waist and pulled you flush against her, silencing whatever smart comment you were thinking up.

“Tell me the truth,” you said quietly, your voice betraying you as the nervousness from being this close to her once again took over.

She didn’t answer, instead she brought her hand to your cheek, gently tilting your head back as her lips attached themselves to your neck, your breath hitching in your throat as she began to suck and bite, her wet tongue soothing your skin as she moved on to the next spot.

Your eyes closed softly, Ellie’s hands torturously slow as they made their way down your body, stopping only when they reached your ass, shamelessly groping your cheeks from underneath your skirt. You silently gave yourself props for chance choosing a thong when getting ready for the day.

Ellie detached her lips from your neck, bringing her tattooed arm back up to cup the back of your head, meeting your lips in a passionate, frenzied kiss. Your arms immediately wrapped themselves around her neck as she began walking you backwards, to what you assumed was the bedroom, you both stumbled down the hall, knocking into furniture and walls as you both kicked shoes off, Ellie’s hands groping almost every inch of your body.

Your lips only parted when you made it to the room and Ellie pulled back from you pushing you by the shoulders onto her bed where you landed on your back with a soft bounce, you raised yourself up quickly onto your elbows and watched as Ellie turned away from you and went to her closet.

Your mouth practically watered at the site of the black harness and purple dildo attached to, she chucked it on the bed by your thighs and returned straight to you, climbing up your body before stopping above you and pulling your shirt off, she reached under your back to unclasp your bra and toss it over her shoulder. She all but buried her face in your breasts, her tongue making quick work, going between your two nipples causing your legs to clench and as your body writhed.

“Why didn’t you respond?” you breathed out as Ellie reached down to your throbbing pussy, hand immediately going to work rubbing slow soft circles on your clit. You were still adamant on an answer.

“Because pretty girls like you have gotten me into trouble before,” Ellie answered vaguely, pulling away from your chest to look into your eyes as she continued to rub you through your panties.

“The fuck does that mean?” You questioned gripping the arm that was bringing you sweet pleasure.

Ellie chuckled while shaking her head and pulling back, her hand leaving your clit to pull your panties and skirt off and throw them to join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You were completely bare before her leaving you feeling more vulnerable then ever under her intense gaze.

“It means,” Ellie began sternly as you started to work on the button of her jeans, “to stop asking so many fucking questions.” With that she had pulled her wife beater off and shrugged her jeans down and off her ankles leaving her in just a sports bra and boxers and god you may as well have been looking at an angel.

You were pulled from your trance by her voice once again.

“Go into that top draw and grab the lube,” she demanded gesturing to her side table as she began pulling the harness on.

You turned over onto your stomach and reached over to the draw, you gasped at the sharp sting of Ellie’s hand connecting with your ass, bringing you the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

Hastily grabbing the bottle it took only a moment before Ellie yanked you back by your ankles, snatching it from you and using her other hand to help push your hips up so you were on hands and knees, you made sure to arch your back for her, feeling your wetness begin to drip down to your thighs.

With ease Ellie slipped two fingers into your cunt, you groaned as you leaned forward, your face against the soft sheets and ass in the air as she slowly moved them in and out while pouring lube onto the fake dick. After what felt like an eternity of Ellie’s slow strokes she eventually removed her fingers and slowly began to enter her cock.

You thanked your lucky stars you didn’t have to be quiet this time as you threw your head back and let a long drawn out moan as you clamped down on inch by glorious inch until she had bottomed out, her pelvis flush against you, her cock completely concealed by your heat. You had never felt so full, you needed her moving.

You whimpered as you slowly leaned forward and then back, now back on all fours, fucking yourself on the dildo ignoring Ellie’s laugh as she tightened her grip on your hips, allowing you to do so.

“Eager are we?” She asked not needing an answer.

“Please fuck me Ellie,” you groaned, not feeling nearly as good as you could be.

“Looks like you learned from last time,” she responded in a tone that you could easily assume was accompanied by the least humble smirk you could imagine.

Without warning Ellie pulled you back by the hips and slammed you down onto her cock. You let out a long drawn out moan as she began to thrust into you hard, guiding you back and forth on her dick that was soaked in lube and your arousal.

You felt fucking feral, you couldn't get enough, your moans loud, your words practically gibberish, your hands gripping the sheets as you struggled to keep yourself up. From behind you, you could hear Ellie begin to let out some soft groans, the friction of the strap doing wonders on her clit, making you proud that you were playing a small part in making her feel even a fraction of pleasure.

You whimpered as you reached a hand back grabbing one of Ellie's hands and placing it on your ass cheek, silently begging for her to spank you again.

Fully expecting her to demand words that you could barely conjure up, Ellie surprised you with a sharp smack, much harder then the last, enough to have you lurching forward with a squeal.

"Fuck you're such a whore," She groaned out, delivering another spank to the opposite cheek as you attempted to look over your shoulder at her only for the delicious sting and the harshness of her thrusts to send you forward, no longer being able to hold yourself up.

You're face was once again pressed in her sheets, your moans muffled as you reached under yourself to rub at your clit. Ellie noticed and used one hand to press down on the middle of your back, how you were still managing to keep your ass up in the air for her as she ravished your cunt was beyond you.

"Oh my fucking god!" You screamed into her sheets, the newly added pleasure already bringing you closer to your orgasm, you had no time or care to feel embarrassed over how quickly she was getting you there.

"You gonna fucking cum for me princess?"

"Mhm," you barely got out, your hand moving faster now.

"Let me hear it honey," she groaned delivering another smack. You were convinced your ass would be red raw by the end of this, a nice addition to the fresh hickeys on your neck and the ones still fading on your thighs from your last encounter.

"I'm so fucking close, shit Ellie!" You whined, barely being able to lift your head.

Everything was too much, her hands on your body now rubbing soft but commanding circles on your ass between the occasional spank, her cock hitting your spot with every thrust, the pressure on your clit, her groans, her breathing, her words. All enough to send you to your climax as you screamed out her name and clenched around her cock.

You could feel drool escape your lips as you repeated her name over and over, barely being able to think straight through the blinding pleasure.

She didn't stop though, you were practically shaking as she pulled you up by your arms, your back flush against her chest, her hands going straight to your tits to play with them as well as to keep you upright. You could hear her laboured breathing in your ear, the slight stutter in her hips as you ground down on her despite your sensitivity. Your hands went to hers, gripping her arms as she let out a groan of your name before burying her head in your neck as her hips faltered, reaching her peak.

You all but collapsed when she let go of you, straight down onto her plush bed, wincing as it caused the dildo to slip out of you, your thighs clenched together, twitching as you adjusted to the feeling of not being so full.

You turned to your side so you could watch Ellie, she took a few moments to contain herself before throwing herself onto her back next to you as she worked her way out of the strap, throwing it off to the side with a soft clatter.

"You better not fucking ghost me again."

Despite your words your voice was soft as you worked on catching your breath, now staring at the ceiling just as Ellie was.

"You won't have to worry about that sweetheart," she began confidently, turning her head to look at you, "I just about own you now."

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Cloudy With a Chance of Murder.

Part I: leaving the crime scene.

Part II: the phone call.

Part III: a visit to the morgue.

Part IV: the lunch break.

Part V: lunch part II.

Part VI: the perfect cover.

Part VII: the storage closet.

Part VII: case closed.

These links are being a right pain atm, I'll fix them later sorry! But the link for part VII should be working and it should have all the other links if you need them! Thank you!

It was one emotional nose dive followed almost immediately after another. And another. And another. 

But now, the case was closed. And she was spent; so drained both mentally and physically that she was almost certain she could sleep for a whole week. 

If not for the mental images of Castle, straddled by a bikini-clad babe, engaging in what looked to be a very vigorous make out session. It replayed in her mind over and over again, offering her no respite; not even for a second. 

You're all I will ever need or want. 

She believed that, wholeheartedly. Still, the events of the evening had penetrated her heart like the bluntest of knives. She needed to slink away and mend her wounds: alone, like always. 

"Walk you out?" Castle offered as she picked up a stack of files: her homework for the night. 

She had no doubt in her mind that he knew she was struggling. He had a good poker face - much better than hers - but she could see it in his eyes, he wanted to talk, to sort things out. She just wasn't ready for that yet. 

"Uh- no. Thanks. I'm good." 

She watched, just for a split-second, as Castle's carefully crafted mask dropped and the concern - the fear that he had screwed this up already - became so evident. Her heart skipped a beat and she wanted to change her mind but then came the flashbacks; the lipstick smudges on her boyfriend's face, the women atop him whom only seemed frustrated by the sudden interruption. Nope, not tonight. 

"Night guys," she said to all three of them. 

It was final; decision made. She was going home alone tonight, the second time in as many days, with the crushing fear that maybe they were crumbling already. 

She drove aimlessly for a while, not even sure where she was headed. It wasn't until she pulled up - a decision made on instinct, not plan - outside of the familiar apartment building that she began to understand what it was she needed right now. 

Her best friend. 

Lanie answered on the second knock; obviously not having expected a visitor at this time of night, but she didn't seem entirely surprised by Beckett's presence. 

"Come in," she said softly before Beckett could find any words at all.

No greeting, no explanation as to why she was there, nothing. 

Beckett moved further into the apartment, scanned her surroundings: TV on, throw blanket draped over the couch, half-empty glass of wine on the coffee table. 

"Long day?" she asked her friend. 

"Very," Lanie answered with a smile.

She walked past Beckett, into the living room, and turned off the TV. She sat on the couch, then patted the spot beside her in invitation. 

Beckett hesitated for a moment - what was she even doing here? - but then relented and sat by her friend.

"What's wrong?" Lanie asked once they had settled. 

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Lanie arched a brow and Beckett could almost hear the do you think I'm stupid? accusation in the action. She shrugged and Lanie rolled her eyes. "So this has nothing to do with a certain someone's date tonight?"

Beckett bit her tongue, swallowed down the anger invoked by the damn incessant relaying of events in her mind. "How did you know about that?"

"I watch TV." 

Of course. Because Kristina Coterra doesn't ask you out in private, she does it live on TV. She does it for the whole Country to see. She puts men who are publicly single but secretly dating their partner on the spot, making them make stupid decisions. 

"And Javi told me," Lanie added, giving Beckett someone knew to aim her misplaced anger at. 

Beckett sighed. "Of course he did." 

"I was just curious as to why Writer Boy would be going on a date with Kristina Coterra in the first place," Lanie stated, not-so-subtly fishing for the confession they both knew she didn't actually need. 

"Why wouldn't he?" Beckett pouted. 

"So, we're still playing dumb," Lanie surmised. "Noted."

They sat in stubborn silence.

Lanie thought that if she waited, her friend would eventually cave and confess everything. 

Beckett thought that if she waited, her friend would eventually cave and leave her be. 

After two agonising minutes, they had their winner. 

"Fine, don't tell me," Lanie groaned. "But whatever is or isn't going on, you should probably just talk to the guy. You know what Castle is like; he probably just did something stupid because in that weird little brain of his he thought it was the right thing to do." 

Beckett took a long, slow breath. She hated when Lanie made a logical solutions seem so damn obvious, especially when it was so damn obvious but she was just too emotional to have been able to see it herself.

She rolled her eyes. "I never actually confirmed that I was here because of his date," she complained.

"You never actually confirmed a lot of things, doesn't mean I don't know it to be true," Lanie teased. 

Beckett rolled her eyes again. "I'll leave you and your accusations in peace." She turned and walked to the door. As she left, she looked at her friend and smiled sincerely. "Thanks, Lanie."

[autistook]

DAISIES - pt 5

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader / soft oc

Words: 3.3k

Summary: Merry encourages you to try and face your fears. You two grow closer, but it seems like he is hiding something from you, along with your friends.

Content warnings: alcohol, small anxiety attack

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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Something was missing. Maybe it was the sharp edges of the fox's tail that were bothering you?

You used your thumb to smudge the fur around a little, spreading the charcoal around the paper, making the tail puffier and more realistic looking. You looked at the paws of the fox, squinting your eyes at the small mistakes you had made. You were scared of ruining the whole picture, so instead you kept your attention mainly on the tail, your tongue slightly sticking out between your lips as you concentrated.

After making the finishing touches, you took a small step back to observe the finished product.

"That looks good," said Merry suddenly behind you, making your heart jump to your throat. 

"Merry!" you gasped, startled. "You scared me! Where did you come from?"

"I actually watched you make it for the last five minutes," he confessed, snickering. "You were quite focused, and I didn't want to bother you."

"I really did not hear you come in at all," you said, heart still beating fast from the sudden appearence of your friend. You took the pile of the faintly yellow papers you had tied onto a wooden board on your paint covered easel, and placed them on your desk.

"Whats this?" asked Merry, taking the third drawing from the pile. 

Merry was looking at the charcoal sketches. There were sparks in his eyes. He was visibly impressed. 

Two of the sketches he kept admiring more than the others. One of them was quite a detailed drawing of his hand. The other drawing was a sketch of his side profile, the curls framing his face and his gaze on the horizon. A faint smile you had drawn on his face, and the collar of his shirt was a little unkept, as it usually tended to be.

"I've been feeling very inspired today," you said, fiddling with the lace of your corset. Merry noticed your sign of anxiety, and a small smile appeared on his face. He knew you were very picky and self concious about your own art.

"Its very impressive," he said, adoring your art work, wondering how you managed to draw him with such accuracy. "Is my collar always that unkept?" he asked as he observed the picture, immediately fixing the collar on the shirt he was wearing.

"Most of the time," you snickered, to which Merry responded by trying to fix his shirt a little more. You shook your head, and stepped closer to him. "Let me fix that," you said, your hands on his cotton collar now. Merry inhaled deeply.

"Thank you," he said as you fixed his shirt.

"Its not always bad if you're a little unkept," you smiled, tapping on his now straightened up collars. "It makes you look less formal and serious. It makes you more, well, Merry."

Merry smiled at you softly and cleared his throat as he took one small step back to put a little bit of space between you two.

"You have some charcoal there," he smirked, tapping his cheek. You wiped your cheek softly with the back of your hand.

"Did I get it?" you asked, making Merry snort.

"Not exactly," he said and took a red handkerchief from his pocket. He cupped your left cheek with his hand, and with the other he slowly cleaned off the charcoal you had just spread accidentally. "There you go," he said, looking at you with a soft expression before letting go of your face.

"What are you doing here anyway?" you asked Merry, wiping your hands on your dress.

"I wanted to see you," he responded, his expression slightly nervous. "I was thinking… I know how you feel about being challenged, and I… Well, I have a challenge for you."

"Oh? And what might that be?"

Merry took a deep breath. He didn't know what drove him to think his plan was a good one, but he was confident about it.

"I think we should go to the Bywater pool," he suggested carefully. "And maybe test out walking in the more shallow water."

Your heart started beating fast, and your breath hitched. 

"Merry," you said, immediately fidgeting with your fingers and shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"I am not going to force you to do it," he said. "But I am going to challenge you to do it. And there's no need to be nervous. We can go just ankle deep, and I will be there every step of the way."

"I don't know, Merry. Why would I?" you said with a loud gulp and your body tensing up more. He took your hand and held it tightly, stroking your thumb with his in a calming manner.

"I know you can do it," he said, but then a mischevous smile took shape on his face. "Or maybe you can't. Maybe I overestimated you."

And with that, he stuck a nerve. He overestimated you? Absolutely not. 

"I can do it," you said in a serious manner, pulling your hand back to your side. You immediately started stomping out of your bedroom with determination. 

Merry smiled to himself, and followed your fast paced and confident walking all the way outside of Bag End, and towards Bywater.

The closer you got to the Bywater pool, the more nervous you got, your anxiety growing with every step you took. Your breathing was slightly shallow, but you kept trying to steady it. Your heart was beating fast and it felt uneven. Your thoughts were unkept and bouncing from one scary thought to another.

You stopped. Merry made his way next to you. You took a deep, shaky breath.

The water was reflecting the bright blue sky, and the pond stood absolutely still. On the more shallow end was a rock bottom, and in the middle of the pond, you knew there was mud underneath the surface. It scared you. You feared it might swallow you whole.

Merry squeezed your hand to support you, and gave you a soft nudge.

"You can do this," he reassured.

Your heart was beating faster and faster. You were hesitating, even though the urge to prove you could indeed go in the water was strong. You fiddled with your corset again, trying to gather up the courage to walk in there, and go at least ankle deep into the cold water. 

Merry took a deep breath after a while, and squeezed your hand more tightly.

"I'm sorry," he said. You immediately turned your face sharply in his direction. "I believe in you, and I'm sorry for what I am about to do."

And with that, Merry put his arms around your waist tightly and picked you up, your upper body resting on his shoulder.

"Merry!" you cried. "What are you doing?"

Merry rushed the both of you into the pond with a tight grip on your waist, as you kicked your feet in the air. 

"I know you can do this," he said, now ankle deep in the water. 

"No, I can't! Put me down!"

"That's the plan," he responded, lifting you so that you faced him. Your chests were pressed together and your nose almost touched his. "I am going to put you down now."

"No!" you said, shaking your head vigorously. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, and Merry could feel it against him. 

"Trust me," he said, looking you deep in your eyes. There was confidence in his eyes as he kept reassuring you, your faces just inches apart. "I'll put you down slowly. There's nothing to worry about. I'm right here. All you need to do is breathe." 

You took a deep breath. His reassuring and confident gaze made you slightly more relaxed. After all, he did know you better than anyone else. You gave him a small nod, your fingers trembling.

Slowly he began to lower you, and your arms immediately clung around his neck. You were shaking, but your breathing was getting more steady in his comforting embrace.

Inch by inch, he lowered your body towards the water, not breaking eye contact, giving you a reassuring look.

Your toes hit the cold water, making you shut your eyes tightly. 

"Its alright," he said calmly, lowering you until your feet hit the bottom. His arms slowly started to move off your waist. He decided to keep his palms softly on your middle, making sure you can stand steady. "See? You're doing it."

You opened your eyes and looked at your feet. There they were, under the water which was looking magical now that the sunlight made it sparkle so beautifully. It was probably shiny before, but you didn't notice it until now. You curled your toes, getting some rough sand and tiny rocks between them. Your heartbeat regulated, and your breath was balanced again.

"I did it," you whispered in shock. Your eyes widened and a radiant smile formed on your lips. "I did it!"

"Yes, you did." 

You jumped into his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck. A loud giggle left your mouth, and your ears softly fluttered from joy. The water splashed loudly as you hopped off Merry's embrace. You waded around a little, enjoying the feeling of the wet sand and cold bottom of the pond under your feet. The feeling of accomplishment overwhelmed you with joy.

"Thank you!" you giggled, enthusiastic about what felt like the most courageous act you had ever done.

"Next time we can go knee deep," Merry said.

"Hold your horses, Meriadoc!" you responded, pointing your finger at him. "This was already terrifying and a huge step. Lets just enjoy this for now."

Merry chuckled and put his hands in his pockets, kicking his feet around the water, splashing water around in small doses.

"I felt like it was time to try and beat at least a small fraction of your fears," he said warmly. "I strongly believe that you can eventually get over this fear."

"Maybe," you responded, your eyes fixated on the water and shiny with excitement.

You were amazed by how calming the water felt when you weren't completely buried in it. The cool splashes when you walked around felt ticklish but relaxing, and the waves that formed by the kicking of Merry's feet were captivating. The reflection of the sky felt like you walked into a dream, and the sparkle of the sunlight reminded you of the expensive glittering of jewelry.

The following day, you walked to the Green Dragon on your own. It was a rainy day, and you had been feeling a little blue. It was very quiet at home, as Gandalf was wandering outside with Frodo in the grey weather. The Green Dragon felt like a good chance to get some fresh air, with the hope of possibly meeting some friends there. 

You entered the Green Dragon, your curls dripping with water and your coat soaked from the downpour.

To your surprise, you saw almost all of your friends there, already sitting together.

By a small booth in a dark corner, were Samwise, Pippin, Merry and to your surprise, Fatty Bolger. It was a surprise indeed, as you were under the impression that Fatty was still holding a grudge against Merry for breaking the heart of Estella, his beloved little sister.

Pippin noticed you first, and gestured towards your direction. You smiled at them, and made your way to their table. 

"Hullo," Pippin said, smiling softly to you. Everyone else was quiet, and shifting in their seats.

"Am I interrupting something?" you asked after a moment of awkwardness. Their silence made you feel uncomfortable, yet curious.

"Not at all," answered Fredegar. His dark hair was unkept, and his vest old, a small hole on the front of it. "I was just about to leave."

"Alright," you said quietly, and Fredegar got up in one swift movement. He was suspiciously quick with his feet, and before he exited the Green Dragon, he gave a meaningful look to the rest of the group. "What was that about?" you asked.

"It was nothing," said Pippin, as he patted the spot next to him as a gesture for you to sit down.

"We were just discussing something private," Merry responded, to which Sam reacted by elbowing him softly. Merry looked at him, furrowing his brows. 

"Private matters that concern only Fatty, he means," said Samwise. 

You couldn't help but feel like your friend was lying straight to your face. You looked at Pippin and Merry. Both of them nodded in unison, confirming Sam's explanation to you. Yet, your gut was telling you it was not the whole truth.

"Is there something I should know?" you asked.

Merry shifted his gaze to Pippin, clearly looking for guidance on how to respond to your questioning. 

"It's like he said," Merry responded. "It was just something that Fatty wants to keep private."

"Is he no longer angry at you?" you asked Merry, making him shift in his chair again. "About Estella, I mean?"

"No, not at all."

You looked at all of them, one by one. You took note of little irregularities in their body languages. 

Sam was furrowing his brows more than normal, and his fingers were tapping the sides of his pint. Merry was shifting his position ever so slightly whenever you looked at him, whilst Pippin was looking at you with an overexaggerated grin. They were lying.

"Well, that's good!" you finally responded. You took a long sip of your drink. You could see everyone at the table relax a little, as they thought they had convinced you that nothing was out of the ordinary. 

You all sat there in silence for a few uncomfortable minutes, until Sam opened his mouth in a long sigh.

"Well, I should get going," he said, getting up slowly. "I have some more work to do in Bag End."

"I thought you finished your work early today?" you said, giving him a questioning look. Sam scratched his head.

"Well, yes. But mister Frodo asked me to plant a few tulips near the entrance."

You looked at Sam, not blinking. He stared at you, his face flushed.

"Sam? It’s pouring rain," you said, trying to pull the truth out of your friend.

"Well, I should be going now," he said with a gentle smile. "I'll see you later, miss."

Samwise made his way out of the Green Dragon, and as your attention was at Sam, Pippin was smirking at Merry. You turned around only when you heard Merry smack Pippin on his shoulder.

"Well, I also need to be somewhere," Pippin said, bouncing over Merry and getting out of the booth.

"You too?" you said, now even more suspicious.

"Yes, I have places to be," Pippin said, taking his damp coat off the empty chair next to you.

"Where? What places?" you asked firmly, but with the same soft tone you always used when you tried to reel the truth out of Peregrin.

"Places," Pippin said and looked at Merry and you. He smiled wide. "Have fun," he continued. He walked away and left you two alone. 

Merry glanced at you, and then shifted his gaze to his half finished drink. He was brushing his fingers around the small cracks on the handle of the wooden pint he was holding.

"Merry," you said in a low, quiet voice, trying to make eye contact with him. "What was all that really about?"

Merry huffed and looked up from his pint, still not directly at you.

"It's like they said," Merry responded, his eyes scanning around the room. "Just some personal stuff of Fatty's."

"I think you're lying," you said, firmly but gently. He still wouldn't look at you. "But if you don't want to talk about it, I understand. I guess I'm just concerned that I have done something wrong.

Merry finally looked at you, bewildered.

"Why would you have done something wrong?" he inquired. You shrug your shoulders, and he smiled compassionately. "You haven't done anything wrong. It's just a private matter, that's all. Nothing for you to worry about. I promise."

You kept analyzing the changes in his posture, the way he worded things and even the way he looked at you. You were still sure that all of them were hiding something, but you decided to trust his word. 

"Are you in a rush to leave too?" you asked, immediately sneezing afterwards. You were uncomfortable and shivering from being so drenched from the downpour outside.

"You're shivering!" Merry said, concerned, moving closer to you in the booth. He took his dry coat off and wrapped it around you. 

"Thank you," you sniffled. Merry tried to warm you up by rubbing his hand on your back over the coat. "You didn't answer my question."

"I'm not going anywhere," he said warmly. "If you want to spend time with me, that is."

You smiled and leaned your head against his shoulder, making him shudder a little. You furrowed your brows a little as it was odd, but you deducted it must've been from the wet hair that hit his skin.

"Can I... I've been meaning to talk to you about something for a few weeks now," Merry suddenly said. Your head was still resting on his shoulder as you answered him.

"What's on your mind?" you asked softly.

A silence followed, as Merry was struggling to find a way to ask you something of delicate matter. Finally he cleared his throat.

"Have you ever felt different?" he asked.

"What?" you chuckled, puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"

Merry took a deep breath and huffed, trying to gather his composure and to find a better way to express his thoughts.

"Have you ever suddenly felt different about something?" he asked, his voice quiet. He took pauses between every sentence, clearly struggling to put his thoughts into words. "Have you ever started to notice new things about something? Like you were always used to it being a certain way, but now suddenly it's just different?”

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him, confused.

"I still don't quite know what you mean."

Merry let out a sigh, leaning back a little for a more comfortable position.

"Have you ever looked at something differently, and thought to yourself: was this here all along and I just never noticed it?" he said. "And it felt natural. Almost like that thing was supposed to be that way all along, but it just took you some time to notice? That it took time to start seeing it differently?"

You thought about his words for a moment.

"I suppose," you finally said. Merry looked at you, analyzing your expression as you responded. You thought about his question a little more, and Merry's mood seemed to grow a little nervous. "My favorite book was that way. As a book it was alright, I thought. Then after reading it for a second time, I noticed how much I actually enjoyed reading it. Is that what you meant?"

Merry's lips pouted a little, his brows furrowed in what seemed like disappointment, and he sighed loudly. He finished his beer, again no longer looking your way.

"Almost, but no. That is not what I meant," he said quietly.

"Then what did you mean?" you asked, now even more confused. Merry shook his head, his expression anxious.

"It was nothing important. Just something stupid I've been thinking about. I'm going to get another ale."

Merry got up and took his empty pint with him. He walked to the counter, and his spirit seemed to have shrunk. As he got to the counter and sat down on one of the high chairs set in front of the bar, he glanced at you quickly over his shoulder, before turning away.

NEXT CHAPTER

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@chatteringfox @shiinata-library @ahobbitsjourney23

[corruptedspeaker]

Gyaru!reader x Connie Maheswaran (wlw)

ㅤ ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ

It was honestly just love at first sight when she first saw you, your hair was gorgeous with (f/c) tips and the way you had it tied up (or not) was so cute! It really matched your face and eyes.

The accessories you wore matched your outfit as well, the cute hello kitty themed ones were definitely her favourite. Her parents would definitely not like the outfit you were wearing, you had way too much skin showing and they would not approve but she didn't care.

Your cute little pink cheetah print shirt revealing your shoulders and the tight, black and very short jean shorts matched almost perfectly. Your cute little white fluffy leg warmers with platformed heels made you stick out in the crowd and many people were looking at you but you didn't care as you texted away on your heavily accessorized (f/c) flip phone. Your long nails shining in the sunlight as you held the phone to your ear, talking to someone on the phone.

"Fine! Cancel our plans for your supposed best friend! I'm done with you and your excuses!" You exclaimed into your phone, flipping it close and stomping down the broadwalk to Fun Land.

Connie just stuttered as she watched you walk away, seeing that you dropped one of your cute accessories from your outfit. She immediately leapt to grab it and she chased after you, trying to call your name but you kept moving as if you were ignoring her.

You were actually trying your best to not cry, the stinging feeling of tears burning in your eyes made it worse as the feeling of pain burned in your heart, the feeling of your heart shattering in pieces as you saw many other couples walking in and out of Fun Land, arms linked or holding hands just made you feel like shit.

It didn't take long for you to just storm off onto the sand and sit by one of the pillars, sitting down and you felt the tears just rolled down, ruining the makeup that took you so long to put on just roll down with it. You wiped your eyes with the back of your one hand, smudging and smearing the makeup everywhere as you flipped open your phone again and stared at it unaware of the sound of approaching footsteps crunching on the sand.

Connie followed you, weaving through the crowd as she held the cute charm in her hand, she wondered if you were alright since you sounded upset from your phone call. Maybe her significant other hurt her in some way? Maybe she was thinking too much into it- all she needed to do was find you and return your charm and maybe talk to you? It can't be that hard right.. Right?

She soon found you, hiding underneath one of the many pillars holding the broad walk up. You still looked absolutely breathtaking to her, your eyes red and puffy with tears and the sight of your smeared makeup only made her question further if you were okay and she slowly approached you.

"Sorry- I saw you drop this."

She was standing in front of you, her hand out with your charm and you looked at the charm and then at her. You let out a small sniffle and stare at her and wipe your tears away one more time and you take it from her.

"Thank you.. I'm sorry that you have to see me like this."

You laugh nervously, hooking the charm back on your flip phone.

"I'm (y/n) by the way."

Connie stared at you and she took a seat next to you, a bold move on her part and she smiles a bit.

"Connie."

Your eyes are fixed on hers and you break the intense staring competition, the feeling of hurt returning for a moment and you let out a small sigh.

"I don't want to bore you with my story if you want to know."

You said, you wanted to tell someone, to show someone how much of an asshole your now ex is to you but you don't want your friends to say 'they told you so'

"I don't mind, it'll be good to get things off your chest."

Connie says softly, her eyes sparkled as she watched you sigh once again and wipe your eyes with your hand and that only made your makeup worse, your false lashes seeming to be peeling off.

"Well it first started with my dumb ex! He/she made this new friend y'know and he/she told me not to worry about them, that they are just a friend and that I am overreacting! Then he/she is always making plans and being around them then me- his/her own girlfriend."

You let out a defeated noise, the tears bubbling in your eyes once again and you feel a comforting hand on your back.

"He/she cancelled plans once again today and left me alone here and I'm just tired of it."

You let out a loud sob and Connie can't help but feel bad for you, she was rubbing soothing circles on your back trying her best to comfort you. She has never been in a situation like this before and she had no words other than an apology.

"It's alright, you weren't the one that even hurt me."

You just sat there in silence for a while but it was a comforting silence as you guys watched the waves crash against the sand. The sun setting causing the surroundings to be basked in a wonderful warm red almost pink glow and it was relaxing and it almost made you feel at peace.

"Thank you- uhm Connie for listening to me and staying."

You finally said, breaking the silence and you handed her your phone.

"I'd like to get your number so we can maybe do something different? Like get some coffee or something?"

You said, with a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest.

After you exchanged numbers and bid farewell, you had left to get home before your parents/caretakers were worried you had died or something, Connie was ecstatic- she made friends with someone new! Someone so pretty and had a really cool fashion sense that it made her heart want to explode- was this some sort of crush? She wondered but she didn't care! She was just so happy as she giggled, laying on the sand looking at your contact number with glee! Maybe this relation would blossom into something amazing?

I don't know if I should make a part two in celebration for Pride Month but PLEASEEE let me know! Also all constructive criticism and tips are always welcomed! 🩷

[inlovewithgreta]

you are my sunshine

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Chapter Eleven

Larissa was the first to break from the kiss, needing to catch her breath. Her eyes flicked down to your now partially red lips as hints of her lipstick were now very prominent against your skin. She gently swiped her thumb along your lips, wiping off as much of the red as she could but it was quick to stain. You couldn't help but get lost in her blue eyes as she helped touch you up. It was something she didn't have to do but it was definitely something she wanted to do.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to stare?" She playfully toyed with you as she fixed a few of your stray hairs.

"I can't help it." You said truthfully, "You're just so damn beautiful." You admitted, both of you getting lost in each other's eyes. A hint of a subtle blush appeared along Larissa's pale cheeks, and this was the first time you've ever seen her turn a different shade. You made sure to take a mental note that she turned red due to your compliment. It was a sight that you would definitely like to see again.

You then returned the favor and wiped a small smudge of lipstick from the corner of her mouth, helping her return back to her professional self when you realized you were still at work. Your face slightly faltered as you returned back to reality, and Larissa immediately caught on.

"We still have a meeting. . ." Larissa took a step back, straightening her clothes before looking you over. "Uhm, we'll talk after?" She suggested, just as her cell phone rang on her desk, causing you both to turn your attention to the device.

"Okay. . ." You agreed, unsure of how things were going to turn out as she was still your boss and you were just her assistant, but you made a promise to yourself to not let work come in between you two if things did escalate further.

After she finished her quick chat on her phone, she returned her focus back on you and made the short walk back in your direction. She noticed the unreadable look you had on your face as you stared at your feet, and took your chin between her thumb and index finger, forcibly lifting your face to look at her.

"We'll talk things through. Don't get in your head." She did her best to reassure you.

You nodded your head in response, unsure of what to say, but the gentle smile that spread across her face was all you needed to feel secure, giving her a soft smile in return.

"Now, let's go, shall we? Don't need any wandering eyes if we turn up late together."

You move yourself away from the door as Larissa opens it before gesturing for you to exit first, both of you putting your professional faces back on, and hoping the lingering blush flushing your cheeks would quickly disappear.

The meeting didn't take too long as Larissa was assigning all the teachers to where they would be working during Outreach Day which was this upcoming weekend, and each teacher would be assigned to a certain area. You sat in your chair quietly, completely lost in your thoughts as your eyes focused on Larissa standing in front of the room, her stern voice becoming very prominent to ensure those who were in the room listened to the instructions. To no surprise, you would be accompanying Larissa to watch over everyone to make sure things run smoothly.

Once Larissa concluded her little speech, everyone quickly dispersed before the blonde had any more words to say, not wanting to hear another speech. As the rest of the faculty scattered, you remained in your chair, tapping your fingers along the mahogany table as Larissa made her way around the circular table to take a seat next to you with a heavy sigh.

"I really need to work on the scheduling. These events every weekend are starting to give me a headache." Larissa admitted, leaning her head against her hand, slightly angling her head to the side as her ocean eyes fell upon you.

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself."

"You think so?"

"Oh, I know so." You cracked a smile. "You try your absolute hardest to make sure everything goes perfectly every single time, you have a plethora of students looking up to you for guidance, and you have to make sure everyone stays safe and there are no casualties during any of these events." Your hand slowly slid to her free one lying on the table. "You worry too much."

"It's my job to worry." Larissa softly smiled with a shrug of her shoulders.

"At least let me help more. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you." You enunciate your last words.

"Thank you, Y/N." Larissa gently interlaced her slender fingers with yours. "You know, I was wary from the start to let you be my assistant. I thought you wouldn't be able to handle the demands, but I'm glad you proved me wrong."

"Well, having a tall, blonde, and beautiful boss does help keep oneself focused on the task at hand." You sheepishly smiled, heat immediately rising in your cheeks at your admission.

Larissa had to physically hold herself back from kissing your lips, not being able to be affectionate due to the glass windows just at your back. She took her eyes off yours to land on your interlaced fingers as she took her bottom lip between her teeth in attempts at hiding a smile that was forcing itself to be known, and you found it amusing how she was now the one turning slightly red in the cheeks.

Although the faculty had dispersed, both you and Larissa were unaware of a pair of eyes at the corner of the window, suspiciously eyeing the interaction between you and the blonde.

"What's on your mind?" You ask Larissa when she avoided eye contact, and you could tell she was thinking about something.

"No one has ever said that to me before. . ."

"Said what?" You eyed her curiously.

"That I was beautiful."

You noticed the vulnerability in her eyes for the first time since you've met her, and you were glad that you were slowly breaking down her walls and she was truly starting to open up to you.

"I find that hard to believe, I mean look at you! You, Larissa Weems, are the definition of beautiful, and I'd never lie to you about that." You gently squeeze her hand.

The smile Larissa was holding back finally showed itself along her pale features, red lips tugging up into a sweet smile as she had now scanned your face for any hint of deception, and sighing contently when she knew you were being truthful with her.

As Larissa opened her mouth to respond, a loud thump against the door caused Larissa's hand to quickly slide away from yours and bring both of your attentions to the entrance of the room. You partially frowned at the sudden loss of contact as your hand now grew cold without her touch.

"We should go." Larissa was the first to clear her throat and stand, before pulling your chair out for you to stand and follow her. The tall blonde immediately straightened out her outfit as you rose next to her.

"Right. . ."

As Larissa opened the oak door for you to exit first, you came face to face with a wide-eyed Marilyn, quickly fixing her glasses.

"Hope I'm not interrupting! Silly me, I think I left my pen in here, but when I went to go knock I nearly tripped over my own foot and used the door for support." Marilyn forced out a nervous laugh as she avoided all eye contact with Larissa before brushing past you to quickly grab the pen that laid on the floor just underneath the chair she sat at during the meeting. "Found it!" She raised the small writing utensil. "My favorite pen–" Marilyn clears her throat and fixes her glasses before sliding past you once more and wandering off down the hallway, leaving you and Larissa to eye each other with a look of confusion spread across both of your facial features.

"She's uh–"

"Interesting?" You suggest.

"Definitely. . ." Larissa shakes her head, doing her best to avoid a bad feeling she had before remembering what she was wanting to say before you two got interrupted. "Shall I walk you back to your room?"

You nod your head with a small smile as you two slowly walk side by side down the nearly empty hallway. Only a few students were still lingering about, not wanting to end their day just yet as they were still reeling in the excitement of the Poe Cup, and you couldn't help but chuckle when you walked past Enid Sinclair skipping down the hallway with the biggest grin on her face after her and Wednesday had ended the event victorious.

Both you and Larissa walked side by side in comfortable silence, hands accidentally grazing every so often at your closeness when students squeezed by you.

You half expected Larissa to leave once you had opened your door and stepped inside your room, but were surprised when you turned back to her gently leaning against the doorframe with a hand on her hip.

"Y/N. . ." Larissa nervously cleared her throat.

"Yes?"

You raised your eyebrows when Larissa grew quiet for a moment after your response, awaiting with interest to see what she was going to say next.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"I'm assuming working for you. . ."

"Right! About that–" She trailed off, tucking a stray hair behind her ear while you just eyed her with curiosity. "Would you perhaps join me for lunch tomorrow afternoon? We could make a day out of it. If you want, of course, it doesn't have to mean anything. It could just be a boss with her assistant, or two friends going out for food, or–"

"I'd love to." You cut the blonde off to stop her from her fast rambling.

"Oh– that's great!" She sighed, relieved that you had agreed to go with her. "I will fetch you, say, around 11 o'clock?" She asked with a new sparkle in her eyes.

"Sounds good to me! I look forward to it." You smile brightly at her, which helps bring her confidence back to where she likes it.

"As do I. . . Uhm, I will see you then."

"Okay."

"Okay, goodnight." Larissa then takes her leave, leaning herself heavily against the outside of your door as her mind processes what just happened.

You had smiled to yourself once she left, kicking your heels off and walking towards your dresser to grab out a pair of pajamas. But, just as you had opened the wooden drawer, your door had flown back open, causing you to turn your focus towards the noise to see Larissa entering your room.

"What are you doing?" You asked her curiously, visible confusion spreading across your face.

"I forgot something. . ." Larissa vaguely explained before her hands had slid to your face to cup your cheeks before she pressed her red lips against yours in a heat of the moment kiss that nearly had you go weak in the knees. Her kiss was soft yet needy as she locked her lips with yours.

When she pulled away, she just smiled to herself as she wiped a small smudge from her lipstick off your bottom lip, while you stood there with doe-eyes as you were still processing her unexpected kiss.

"Goodnight, Y/N." She turned on her heels to leave your room, giving you one last look over her shoulders before closing the door behind her and making her way to her own room, feeling proud of herself for having the courage to ask you to lunch.

Your fingers grazed over your bottom lip as if you could still feel the electricity from her lips meeting yours. You fell back against your bed with a contented sigh, mind reeling from the past few minutes as Larissa went from vulnerable back to her confident self when you had agreed to spend the next day with her, surprised that she came up with the idea to begin with.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself when you thought about what tomorrow had in store for you.

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[spyroforlife]

I finally retrieved the ancient texts from my storage unit

aka the "books" I made from the ages of like 9-12(??) by writing and drawing on printer paper (or just notebook paper!!) and then stapling them together, I'd do a lil cover and everything, I'd write a summary on the back like Real Books Have, and I was so proud of them

and I have kept them all. and now. I decided to look at them once more. the relics from as early as 2005..

so. You guys wanna see an unfinished dragon comic written by a 10-year-old?? haha yeah you do c'mere

Super Dragons #1. Rhynoc Trouble With Powder

Written and illustrated by (full name redacted for privacy reasons)

This is labeled #1 but I never did more lmaoo let's dive into this mess

(rest will be under the cut, along with transcriptions of the writing because it didn't scan very well but also I just had terrible handwriting and the crayons smudged like hell. I WILL preserve any spelling or grammar mistakes in my transcription so you can really get an idea of my skill level back then)

So first off can I just say. I am. OBSESSED with how I would consistently draw dragon wings backwards, ignoring my older brother who constantly pointed it out to me and I was like "no they're not", until I eventually paid more attention and tried following some tutorials on how to draw Spyro-style dragons and I was just like ohh. Okay. Yeah. I'll fix that.

Also I like that while Deserae is a "sun dragon" she has no features that would make you think that, she's just a magenta and pink dragon. Though in retrospect I'd suppose that'd make for a fun subversion of expectations. My thinking was clearly next level. So, the text:

Once upon a time, there was a brave dragon. Her name was Deserae. She controls the Sun. When awake, the Sun is bright. When asleep, the Moon comes out. But one day, Deserae overheard a group of Rhinocs talking about keeping her asleep, so that the Sun will never come out. Deserae was devastated! She saw Permanate Sleeping Powder. That's what they were going to use!

Deserae: (thinking) That one Rhinoc has a fat head

Unnamed Rhynoc: We'll put her to sleep with Powder!

Now here's a fun thing of note, young me insisted on trying to fit characters fully into the panel instead of just letting parts go past the borders, so. Keep an eye on parts like tails going forward because it's ridiculous what I did with them sometimes. I also would have characters like, think about random stuff I personally thought was funny while drawing, or they'd explain things unnecessarily. idk why, it's just what I did

Spyro jumpscare! Deserae makes a badly done flier trying to find a bodyguard (if she has such an important role why does she not already have one? who knows) and surprise, Spyro answers the call. Because he's a heroic guy and that's what he does <3 And bigger surprise, he and Deserae immediately fall in love. He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious?

Deserae started to make posters to get protection. She isn't a good drawer, but it worked!

The poster reads "WANTED BODY GUARD. FOR INFO CALL 111-2531"

In just 1 hour Spyro called. He did it for free! (An arrow points at Spyro, labeling him as Spyro) Deserae accepted him. Spyro got to Deserae as fast as possible. Spyro and Deserae fell in love with each other as soon as they met.

Spyro: (thinking) She's the girl for me.

Deserae: You're handsome.

Spyro said, "So... What is it you need to be protected from?" Deserae told him all about the Rhynocs and the Permanate Sleeping Powder. They went off to find the Rhynocs.

Spyro: (thinking) Great! Tracks!

Spyro and Deserae headed to the lake. There wasn't anything there. The volcano did not have anything either. Finally they came to a forest.

Spyro: They might be in the forest!

They found a bag of the Sleeping Powder. Spyro destroyed it, but little did they know, it was a fake!

Meanwhile...

Unnamed Rhynoc 1: Where did I put that Sleeping Powder?

Unnamed Rhynoc 2: How should I know!? (while thinking 'It's in the safe.')

Back to the dragons...

Spyro: At least we got rid of the Sleeping Powder.

So he thought. The real Powder was in the metal safe.

Spyro had to use the bathroom, so he ran off and left Deserae.

Deserae: Hurry up!

Unfortunately, the Rhynocs heard that Spyro had stopped protecting her. They headed her way.

Unnamed Rhynoc: Sun dragon! You're mine!

The Rhynocs found Deserae and shot a net on her. Then they carried her away.

Deserae: No!

Deserae got bored in the room they put her in. So she decided to work on her fire power. Suddenly, Deserae changed color to confuse the Rhinoc!

Unnamed Rhynoc: WHAT IS THAT NOISE!?

Note: I love how I keep switching between spelling it as Rhinoc and Rhynoc. For the record, they're a classic Spyro enemy and Rhynoc is the correct spelling, I believe. Meanwhile, Deserae's color swap was done entirely because I was using a different set of crayons from the usual ones and had to use different pinks for her, so I just decided to make the color switch a part of the story. Lmaoo

The Rhinoc opened the door and Deserae flamed him accidently. Another Rhinoc came running and saw her. But he was so stupid he let her out because he thought she was another dragon.

Desarae: I must find Spyro! (while thinking 'Idiot')

Rhynoc: Beat it!

Deserae got back to the forest's entrance. Spyro was laying down, sleeping. Deserae shot a flame at him to wake him up.

This is what happened...

Spyro: What the... Deserae! Is that you?

Deserae: Duh. Oh wait, I'm still a different color.

I adore how my sequence of events here is Spyro going off to use the bathroom, Deserae gets taken in the meantime, and apparently when he gets back and can't find her, he just... lays down to take a nap?? Okay man. Sure

Spyro went to find some sleep. Deserae turned back to shades of red-violet.

Deserae: My horn bent! (While thinking 'I'll have to fix it...')

Deserae headed to the lake for a drink and some fish. It's very dark water.

Suddenly, and trust me when I say I don't know how it happened, Snape from Harry Potter walked up.

Deserae: Snape! I like your daring! I do stupid things too!

Deserae: (thinking) Is that a dress or robe? His skin is pale.

Snape: Do I know you? (While thinking 'Dragons are big...')

Snape ran away for unknown reasons. Deserae found Spyro.

Spyro: Stop doing that!

Deserae: It does work. (While thinking 'I'm good at talking while flaming')

aand that's it. I never got further than that. The goddamn Snape cameo hit me like a truck, god. I forgot I just threw him into this for no reason. He's there for one entire panel and just runs off again. Good riddance.

So yeah, that's Super Dragons. Again, I love Spyro walking away from the person he agreed to protect to go sleep, and she again just went and found him and flamed him to wake him up. That probably would have been a running joke if I kept writing this. There's also how they fell in love at first sight, only for that to proceed to just not be relevant for the rest of it. Spyro/Deserae I guess

But yeah looking back at this was SO fun, yeah there's very little artistic talent but nonetheless, I had an idea and I followed it, and ya gotta respect that. Everyone starts somewhere, and that's where I started with learning to write and draw. With silly lil dragon stories like this, many of which didn't get finished or shared, but any practice was still valuable. For anyone who decided to read through this whole post, I hope you've enjoyed taking a look at my oldest creative works. I might scan and share more of my old "books", I'll use the tag 'my old writing' for any of it, lemme know if you're interested in seeing more! :D

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When You're Holding Onto Everything

A Future Leonardo(RotTMNT) drabble 🐢🟦

The air is still and the room dark by the time the last mourner files out of the room set aside for memorials.

Last person, save for Leonardo.

He's resting against the back wall, having been there from the start. He remains there, as he watches the candles snuff themselves out by drowning in their wax as they reach the ends of their wicks.

Now that no one else was in the room, he could unravel from how guarded he had been. He was not unkind per se, just never distant, and not too open.

Even grieving, he knew that he had to stay solid for his people. Leo had never and likely will never understand how Raph could balance the two so well, while still maintaining and running his division. Raph could be soft and vulnerable, amd all his division still saw him as reliable.

Leo, though?

Leo didn't feel like he could take the same liberties.

Maybe it's because he led their entire group, and was responsible for the headquarters and indirectly all other bases. But no matter what the reason- he felt if he showed how terrified the continuing war and losses made him… they might not see him as able to have and deserve such a responsibility.

Ridiculous, he knew at his core, but it was still a worry in moments like these where he was alone and directly staring down the direct results of his failure. A mission gone sideways with almost the entire team he had sent out coming back in a box or just as tags.

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"You realize none of us or the families blame you, correct?"

Leo must have zoned out completely, because the sudden appearance of his twin had him startled so bad that Donatello had to raise his hands in surrender to calm him.

Leo then groaned, passing a hand over his face. But he didn't respond other than that, so Donnie raised his (currently smudged) eyebrows.

"You do know this, correct?" Donnie repeated, leaning in slightly.

Leo drew his mouth tight, looking away as he tried to think of a deflection. Usually he was quick on his feet with these, but he was running on little sleep and this event didn't help.

At the continued lack of response, Donnie quietly sighed before walking over and leaning on the wall next time. Their shoulders touched- flesh to robotics- and the silent show of solitude Leo appreciated somewhere in the back of his head.

They stood like that for long enough that the last vestiges of the routine night time activity outside the room dwindled to just shift changes as everyone else slept on.

Eventually, though, the peace had to be broken.

"So do you know?" Donnie tried yet again.

He was still looking ahead, and in the dim lighting Leo couldn't get a read on Donnie's expression. Which meant that he just had to go with it, since he knew Donnie wouldn't let it go now that he's seemingly fixated on this.

"I… I know it, but…" Leo exhaled sharply, "I'm responsible for everyone. So this is ultimately my failure." Leo's eyes shifted from looking at Donnie to the ceiling instead.

"You know that's a load of-" Donnie started, but Leo cut in and looked back to him.

"It's not. I have the final say on almost everything. So when people die, I feel like I could have done more. And better. It's my fault because I should have done better."

Donnie doesn't immediately respond, just keeps his gaze ahead.

After the silence started to grow uncomfortable, he finally pushed off the wall and stood in front of Leo. Almost in his personal space but not quite.

"So when I organize a high-risk infiltration mission with my division that goes south, do you blame me?" Donnie asks with a neutral tone.

Leo's eyes narrowed, before they relaxed as he knew where Donnie was going with this.

"Of course not. And I know that everyone that goes on a mission is aware of the risks, it's just…" Leo rubs his forehead in frustration. "How can I not feel like it's my fault?"

Donnie closes his eyes for a moment, before eventually opening them again and fixing Leo with an honest and tired expression.

"Look, Leo. I'm not going to stand here and lie that I don't understand that exact thought process. But at the end of the day it's no one's fault but the Krang's. Remember that." Donnie punctuated the end of his statement with a squeeze of Leo's good shoulder.

Leo nodded haltingly, before the words sunk in and he felt some of the tension drain out.

Donnie mirrored the nod, and then left without any further addition. For a good measure, though, he left his hand on Leo's shoulder until he was out of reach and out the door into the hall towards his lab.

It was not long before Leo left as well, still feeling mixed emotions- but now with his anger shifted away for the most part from himself to the Krang.

The ones who took his and his brothers youth from them.

The ones who plunged the world into chaos.

The ones that continued to cause death and destruction everywhere.

Leo felt a new resolve to make sure the war effort would end in their favor. As there is no option of losing for him.

Despite all of this, however, the faces of everyone lost still visit him in his sleep as they do every night.

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A/N- Woohoo this concludes my tiny drabble series of the brothers and their little moments. They were fun warm-ups. :)

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Hero in Need of Saving - 1

Masterlist -- Next

Xen was having a pretty much normal patrol, aside from the fact no real crime was happening. A typhoon was on the way so everyone was getting ready, and that included most of the evildoers as well. He enjoyed the quiet though, it was a nice break from the chaos of a fight or just standing in the agency, and from her.

He'd come up with an excuse for why he was out if anyone asked, he was making sure none of the civilians needed help. He had the luxury of his home being protected because of his hero status. Normal people didn't really just get that for free.

He sighed a little as he ran and jumped to the next rooftop, glancing around. So far the more business side of the city didn't seem to need anything, so he could probably move on to the residential side. He looked around one last time before taking another running leap off the building.

He'd barely made it to the end of the street when he felt an all too familiar buzz in his pocket. "Fuck." He sighed, grabbing his phone and picking it up. The only thing he'd been sent is a location, which could be good or bad honestly. It could be her wanting to meet up, or it could be she was too busy to handle something and needed him to do it instead. So like any good hero, he fixed his mask (a very nice gasmask a fan had gifted him in place of the fabric one he used to use), and took off in that direction.

It took him roughly 30-ish minutes to make it to the location, almost throwing himself to the ground when he saw who was there.

Em stood in front of him in the alley, swinging her light beams around. She grinned when she saw Xen standing by the road. "Xenny!" She dropped the light beams and ran over and hugged him, giggling.

It took just about everything from him to not back up till he was in the road, but death to car didn't seem that pleasant. "Hey Em," he said, leaving his arm dropped by his sides.

She didn't seem to mind that he didn't hug back, backing up a little. "I went by the agency and you weren't there, so I got a little worried. You know with the storm and all," she said. She reach up and tucked some hair behind his ear.

Xen sighed a little. Maybe today wouldn't be that bad? He doubted it though, he never really got a break. "The water isn't here yet, I'm fine. Just making sure no one needs any help..."

Em gave a small smile. "That's so you." She giggled, licking her finger and rubbing a smudge of dirt on his face off. "What all do you have on you?"

Yup. Things weren't going to be easy today. "Uhhh mainly medical supplies, and some snacks..." Xen said, knowing fully well there was a knife hidden in his boot. That didn't necessarily need mentioned though.

Em was quick, grabbing the back of his hair and pulling back so his neck was exposed. "What have I told you about walking around unarmed?" She asked, her voice loosing all it's cheer.

"Not to..?" He let his eyes close, knowing he had messed up. He could hear the buttons on his suit pockets being opened, she was probably double checking he wasn't lying.

This was the reason though, he no longer had a belt, or any noticeable weapons, or medications on him anywhere. She would have to get creative now because all he had was the basics for medical supplies, which she wouldn't waste.

Em hummed softly once she'd checked all his pockets. "Do you need another lesson on walking around unarmed?" She asked, tilting his head a little so she could see his face better.

Xen shook his head. "No, I just thought with the typhoon my pockets should be filled with medical stuff..." He said, picking a random reason he'd used before. He doubted how well it would work, but he could still try.

She shook her head a little. "Xenny, even now you need a weapon, what if a villain attacked?" She asked. "So, what I want you to do, is fight me off without your powers. Okay?" She pat his cheek before letting go of his hair.

He backed up immediately, putting his arms up into a defense stance. He wanted to protect himself more then attack anyways, so he kept his chest covered and his head tilted so it made it hard to hit his chin without hitting his arms. He watched the way Em was moving but it didn't mean anything when she blinded him with a flash of light.

With a quick hit to the gut and stomp to the back of his leg he was on his knees. Not like he was trying to hard anyways. He hissed when he smacked face first into the ground.

Em put her boot on the back of his head. "You're guts getting soft. Lay off on the snacks and maybe cut back a meal," She said, although it was much more then a request.

"Okay," Xen breathed out. He figured he could maybe turn the tables, jerking his whole body so he rolled onto his back and Em was tipped to the side. Once freed he jumped to his feet, putting his defense back up. He stopped though when he saw the black and gold butterfly knife laying on the ground. Shit.

Em was sitting on her butt, a grin lighting her features up as she looked at the knife. "Xen, what's that?" She asked, though they both knew she knew what it was.

He felt his mouth go dry. "Uhh... a knife?" He tried to keep himself calm so Em didn't notice anything. He dove for the blade though.

She was faster, knocking him into the wall of a building with a blast of light. She got up, grabbing the knife. She watched him struggle to get up before driving the blade into his shoulder.

Xen bit down on the inside of his mouth to muffle his cries, his head smacking against the wall as he tried to jerk away. "Em please..." He muttered, trying to reach up and grab the blade.

She pinned his other shoulder down with her hand, twisting the blade. "You lied to me Xen," she said, her voice dangerously calm now. "What do I do to liars?"

He whimpered. " 'm sorry... please no..." He held still to try avoiding any more damage to his shoulder, letting his other arm hang limp. He'd been stupid to try anything, why did he try anything? It never worked out despite the hope it would.

Em slammed her fist into Xen's gut again. "Be happy I have a meeting in 20 minutes," she said, pulling the knife out before plunging it into his thigh.

He nodded quickly. " 'm sorry, won't do it again," he said quickly, hoping to end this fast. He was slightly relieved when she took a step back.

"Good boy. I trust you wont," She said sweetly, patting his head. "Now, follow the suggestions I gave and get yourself cleaned up, we're going to need you after the typhoon." She pat his shoulder before walking away.

Xen waited till she was gone before letting himself slide down the wall, grabbing some gauze and wraps from his pockets. Thank the gods she didn't take that stuff as well. He set to work patching himself the best he could, sighing softly. At least there was three days she couldn't even get to him starting tomorrow.

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Master - Chapter 65 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

I remember the first time Lincoln told me I was free.

It had been at the end of my first day with him, he was putting me to bed despite my protests and he'd told me that I was free to do whatever I wished.

Then a few words later, he'd said it again, that I was free.

At that moment, I couldn't understand what he was saying because it didn't make sense to me.

I'd never heard the word 'free', so I was confused.

For weeks after that day, I'd secretly thought about the word, plus all the others he called me, wondering what they meant and when I finally discovered what a dictionary was, I looked them all up.

Brilliant meant that something was very good or very bright.

Master had said that I was brilliant and I'd squealed so loud after seeing the meaning that Master had run in scared.

When I was next alone, I'd looked up a few more, each making me happier than the last, astounding, intuitive and compassionate.

By the time I'd reached the word free, I was one big burning ball of joy to know that my Master thought I was all those amazing words.

But free... I'd struggled with free.

Free meant so many things.

In one place, it said that if you were free, you could act on your own and that no other had power over you, which made no sense to me at the time because I believed Lincoln had all the power over me.

The word also meant 'to be given something without charge' and 'to not be obliged to certain engagements'.

There were so many meanings to the word free and it was all so confusing but eventually, I settled on the one that said that I wasn't confined or imprisoned, which was the only one I could understand because Master never put me in chains or a cage.

From that day onwards, I'd told myself that I was free, only understanding it to mean that one thing.

But over the first year with Lincoln, as my mind opened up and I saw just how much had been taken away from me, I slowly understood the word's other meanings.

To be free wasn't just a physical thing, it was so much more and as I got stronger and more confident, I realised that I wanted it every way, not just the one.

So, I'd left a special space at the end of my secret yellow book, where I'd written all my lessons and the little things I needed to remember about myself and I told myself that one day, I'd be able to fill it three words.

I didn't know when that day would be and sometimes I worried that it may not come in a long time but I knew that eventually, one day, it would come.

As a faint grumble comes from below, I return my attention to the man who'd changed my life in the first place.

I bite my lip, trying to stifle any sounds from escaping as I watch him scrub at the floors, his face fixed in the deepest frown in the world.

I couldn't laugh, laughing would be mean and I was not a mean person.

But then again, this was Master, so maybe I should be... plus, he was in trouble, so technically, being mean wouldn't really be a bad thing now.

Nodding to myself, I stop biting my lip and let a little of my giggles slip free.

Lincoln immediately whips his head my way, his glare deadly, but it just made my giggles grow.

"This isn't funny, Kalem," he scolds, scowling the way he did whenever he found Wenquie and me cuddling.

"It is to me," I reply, kicking my feet out as I shift to look down over the gleaming floors that were almost perfect.

"And you missed a spot, Master."

"I did not..."

"Right there," I say, pointing to the tiniest smudge just at the bottom of the marble steps.

"Now, more cleaning, less talking. This is a punishment."

Lincoln's eyes turn a bloody red and his jaw clenches but he stays quiet as he goes back to scrubbing the floors so hard that his already pale knuckles turn as white as snow.

I grin, falling back into the rest of the throne with a happy sigh.

Today, Master was cleaning the throne room as punishment for breaking the rules.

It was one of our newer ones, rule #15, that said that we had to spend every Thursday afternoon in the gardens together.

With how busy each of us got, it was very important to have times for just us, outside of our favourite sexy times, so that what happened before would never happen again.

We'd done really well for the last six months but this week, Master lost track of time in one of his meetings and missed our special gardening time.

I wasn't really angry with him, I knew his duties as Pylen were important but rules were rules.

I couldn't let him slide even if it was a mistake, otherwise, how would I keep him in check?

So, here we were, with Master scrubbing the floors of the throne room, wearing gloves and my favourite yellow apron.

I'd only been teasing when I said he had to wear the same outfit as me when I cleaned but Lincoln hadn't picked up on that and when he showed up today, grim but dressed and ready, I couldn't tell him the truth, not when he looked so cute.

"This is torture," Lincoln grumbles between his muffled curses.

"No talking," I snap, causing Master's mouth to fall open as he stares at me, speechless.

It takes all my effort to keep my snickers inside, so I looked super serious.

"One more word from you and I'm going to have to gag you, Master." Lincoln sputters a bit before he shakes his head.

"You wouldn't."

I raise a brow before I pop to our naughty chest and back.

When I return, it's with his black ball gag spinning from my fingers.

"I wouldn't?"

Gulping down what looked like a little bit of fear, Lincoln shuts his mouth and he goes back to work with a frown so deep I almost felt bad, almost.

I would've felt bad if Master really was upset but I knew he wasn't, he was just whining and besides, these types of punishments weren't supposed to be fun.

Usually, I loved to give Master punishments that ended up with me being full but this time, I'd chosen one that would really teach him a lesson... cleaning.

I knew it was the perfect punishment, even before he'd gotten on his knees and started begging me to change my mind and it was reconfirmed now as I watched him on his hands and knees.

My eyes shift from Master's hands to his arms that were flexing from his efforts and then to the curb of his butt.

For some reason, Master looked different to me with the apron on.

It made me feel naughty below as I tracked his movements, forgetting everything around me.

Maybe this was a punishment for both of us...

"Kalem." I jerk in my chair, crossing my legs to hide how hard I was down below.

"Yes?"

Huffing, Lincoln sits back on his heels and throws his rag down.

"I asked if this is enough for you? Have I cleaned this room to your satisfaction?"

"Um."

It takes a moment for me to force my eyes away from his wide heaving chest but when I do, I quickly look over every inch of the throne room that was sparkling from corner to corner.

"I-It's perfect, Master. Your punishment is officially over."

"Oh. Thank God," Lincoln moans as he stands to his feet, eagerly tearing the gloves and apron off.

"I love you dearly, Kalem. Truly, I do but for the life of me, I can not understand how you enjoy this."

"Cleaning makes me happy," I reply, giggling despite his opposing scowl.

"It's calming."

"It's deranged," Lincoln shoots back, making me giggle even more.

"Well, it's finished," I promise as I shift forward.

"Which means that now I can..."

"Uh, uh, uh," Lincoln tsks before he rushes forward.

Moving faster than my eyes could follow, Master settles within my lap, using his weight to lock me down.

"What it means, my love..." Lincoln's eyes glow with something wicked.

"Is that I am now free to do with you as I wish." I swallow, my mouth suddenly feeling very empty and wet.

"Isn't that correct?" I stifle my whimper as my hole slicks.

"Yes, Master."

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um yes that ask was 1000% serious i would die if u wrote it

be nice to ME!!!!!

three’s company

pairing(s): florence pugh x reader x harry styles

notes: polyamory relationship | word count: 2k

You liked the attention.

Despite being new to everything–a relationship that wasn't monogamous and acting–you often found yourself smiling so big, sometimes one of those creepy smiles as soon as you felt their eyes on you. You didn't have to be doing anything cute, or sexy for that matter, they simply did not care: they liked watching you.

And you liked watching them, too.

Most of your scenes were with Florence, so you didn't have much time to sit around like you did while Harry shot his scenes and watch, using the "I'm just watching and learning" excuse. Despite that, you made the most of it, shooting with her and of course, still, learning from her since this was your debut.

At first, it was weird. Finding both Florence and Harry hot, you constantly had to remind yourself to just "pick" one as if it were that easy.

When you first arrived on set, you first met Harry while he was trying to decide between a Diet Coke or green tea. You were nervous, suddenly feeling too embarrassed that you've had numerous posters on your walls of this handsome man when you were a teen. You just stood there for a moment, then muttered a quiet "hello" with hands shaking on your side. He turned, and a smile appeared on his beautiful face, and when he recognised you from your table read, the smile got bigger, his hand immediately finding yours in a handshake.

Soft hands against yours, you felt a little lighthearted and dizzy, though when he opened his mouth to ask how you were, the nerves vanished, leaving behind a warm, happy feeling in your stomach. The fact that he knew your name, not only that but also knew– remembered how to pronounce it nearly made you cry.

With Florence though, it was harder. Perhaps “harder” wasn’t the right word since she was also incredibly kind, but you didn’t know if there was a possibility of her being into girls, let alone you. She got you donuts, water even when you told her you carried your own water bottle because, “just in case, love!”, and oh, the little touches whenever she had the opportunity... it was frustrating, not being able to tell what she wanted, and if she wanted anything at all.

When September came, you’d been shooting for two months straight with short breaks here and there, and if you were being honest, you could see what you and Harry had going somewhere. By that time, you’d given up on picking up any signals from Florence. But the touches never stopped. She liked resting her hand on your leg whenever she could, placing her hand on your back when you walked together or fixing your smudged make up with her soft fingers. Just things that drove you fucking insane despite her not having any clue as to what was going on inside your head, your heart.

Harry, though.

He liked touching you. His touches were unpredictable. He was secretive, liked touching you in public, though his touches remained on places where people wouldn’t see. You knew you were playing with fire, though it felt so good that you couldn’t do anything to stop him. Although you two were so gone for each other, you promised each other to never do anything on set, which meant the cast getting drinks without you two on most night while you locked yourselves in a room and explored each other for as long as you could.

You two got along like house on fire, always wanting to be around each other and to be touching each other without any care of anything or anyone in the world.

Until two weeks ago.

You sat down in your uncomfortable makeup chair, a half-eaten flapjack in hand when someone knocked on the door. When you opened it, there she was, with two Costas in hand and a grin on her face. You knew she made someone go get them because there was no way she could’ve left the set, go to the nearest Costa then came back.

With raised eyebrows, you let her inside. “Is the coffee machine broken?” You said, closing the door behind her so the tiny trailer remained warm.

“It’s tea.”

“I see,” you nod, still in disbelief. “Who did you have to beg for Costa?”

“Doesn’t matter, just take it.”

“Okay, well, thanks.”

After that night, tea became your thing. Not that you didn’t drink tea before, but Florence at your door with a cup holder became a thing for you both as you sat in your trailer and sipped your warm drinks, knees almost touching on the small sofa while your heart fluttered in your chest because you just wanted to reach out and kiss her. It was scary, the thought of kissing her– wanting to kiss her when you knew Harry was waiting for your call or text. It should be wrong, you often found yourself thinking, though it never felt like it, not when she let out her signature laugh whenever you said something stupid, and pinched your leg because you kept teasing her about it.

One night, she came with a box of macarons.

“Are you trying to court me or something,” you joked as your hands worked to take your make up off.

Florence just laughed, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, leaning back in your make up chair. “Would that be a bad thing?” was her reply, her confidence taking you by surprise.

You just stood there, hand in the air with mouth parted like a fool.

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“You’re so ridiculous.”

That did it.

You heard her let out a groan, and the suddenness of it took you by surprise, which made you stop fiddling with the make up wipes and turn to her.

She watched you watch her, then let out a sigh. “You’re so oblivious,” she complained, making your palms itch with the urge to reach and touch her cheeks. “What do you want me to do? I mean– I’ve been bringing you macarons and strawberries dipped in chocolate for a while now. Do you think I’m just being nice? Friendly?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I want you. I know this is not ideal, and I’ve no idea if you like me like that but I swear there are times when you look at me and I think... I think you want it too,” she looked down at her hands. “Do you?”

“Flo...”

She looked up, her expression blank. “Look. It’s fine–”

“–No. I,” you paused for a moment. “I liked you. In the beginning–”

She cut you off with a choked laugh. “Bloody hell, way to let a girl down.”

“No. I mean, I just didn’t know if you were into me? And then, Harry...”

“Can I be honest?” She smiled when you nodded. “I spoke to him. Last month.”

And that was the start of your trio.

You were hesitant at first, not knowing how this all worked, but YouTube was the most helpful, as well as Harry and Florence. You were all new to it, though you knew they were a lot more comfortable with the idea compared to you. It was also hard, hiding it from everyone on set. Sure, it was hard when you and Harry were a thing, but it seemed to be even harder to keep things secret when you had two people trying to get your attention all day, throwing things at you then later giving you hugs and touching your arm because “did it hurt?”.

On Friday, you stood behind the director and watched Harry and Florence share a kiss on a tiny screen while you ate your apple. It didn’t make you jealous like it used to before, and you only wished you were there, getting kisses from both of them as you basked in their attention.

Later in your trailer, you let Florence press kisses down your neck, her plump lips finding the tops of your boobs as her soft hands squeezed your waist, making you lean more into her touch. She smelled so good, her touch so warm as she pressed harder into you, and you let yourself fantasise about her leaving bruises on your body with each press of her fingertips, though you knew you had to take things slow, especially the location considered.

“Enough,” you whispered into the stillness of the room, hand coming up to rest on her waist, though she knew you didn’t mean it.

She just didn’t want it to be enough.

But when the trailer door creaked open, you both stilled, eyes widening in fear before you pushed her as gently as you could.

Your gaze found Harry’s, a grin on his face, and you both watched as he closed the door quietly before walking closer to you.

He looked at you, grin turning into a smirk. “Cheating on me, are you?”

“Oh fuck off,” Florence scoffed, hand already finding its way back to your waist as she pulled you closer.

“Baby,” he tutted. “I just know you’re dripping under that skirt. All attention on you, isn’t it? You love it, don’t you?” He stood in front of you, Florence’s other hand coming to rest on his waist. He placed his hand on hers. “Do you want us both to make you feel good? That it?”

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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬?~ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Part Two

Description: You used to visit the Hotel Cortez every chance you got. After all, that is where you met your best friend and lover, Sally McKenna. One day, she doesn't meet you as she promised to, causing you find out that she lied to you. After a fight, you decide to give her one last chance. She promises to meet you again, however, unpredictable circumstances interfere. (This part is just a flashback on your relationship with Sally, and how it was just before it ended.)

Warning(s): slight nsfw, drug use (heroine), death. (I think that's it)

Note(s): This isn't proofread, I apologise for any errors.

The year was 1994, you'd had an absolutely terrible day, so you decided to visit the Hotel Cortez. Supposedly, it had the best martinis in town. Upon entering the old building, goosebumps arose on your skin, and shivers travelled down your spine. The interior was mainly decorated with shades of red and gold, and had a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. You make your way through the lobby, over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the barstools.

"Rough day?" The bartender asks.

"You could tell?"

"Oh, honey I know the feeling. I'm Liz, Liz Taylor." She says sweetly.

"Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you Liz." You reply.

"So Y/N, what can I get for you?"

"Are your martinis really the best in town?" You ask with a slight smirk on your face.

"Of course they are doll, I make them."

"Well, then I'll have one of your very best martinis, please."

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You were drinking your sorrows away after you girlfriend, or rather your ex-girlfriend, dumped you after three whole years together, when you saw her. Frizzy blonde hair, smudged lipstick, and tears streaming down her face. She was absolutely breathtaking. She is simultaneously disheveled and put together. The juxtaposition of her beauty and her pain made her even more intriguing to you, and you felt an inexplicable urge to get to know her immediately. You wanted nothing more than to take her pain away, even if just for a fleeting moment. You wanted her to feel happy.  

Her lip quivered as she asked Liz for a drink, you down your martini and muster up the courage to go and talk to her. You take a seat next to her, but her eyes remain fixed on the glass of whiskey in her hands.

"What do you want?" She snaps at you.

"I just want to talk, I hate to see such a beautiful woman so sad."

Your words coax a small smile out of her. She looks up at you and asks for your name.

"Y/N Y/L/N , what's yours?"

"Sally McKenna." Sally.

"Nice to meet you Sally." You offer her your hand for her to shake.

As her hand meet yours, you can't help but feel an intriguing connection forming between you two. Like an invisible, yet beautiful chemistry that one can't put into words.

You know now, that those feelings were love.

"You too." She smiles for the first time, and you feel as if your heart has burst in your chest.

"I like it." You say.

"What?" She asks.

"Your smile."

-

After many rounds of drinks, it was around one o'clock in the morning. You had been talking for hours and now you and Sally practically know everything about each other. She confided in you about her drug problems and you shared the details of your messy breakup. She was beyond grateful that you didn't judge her for her addiction, and you were simply glad that she seemed to be cheering up.

"Shit! It's really late, I have to get back home Sal."

"Do you really have to leave, Y/N?"

"I do, I have work tomorrow." She suddenly bursts into tears.

"Sal, please don't cry. I truly am sorry. How about this, I'll be here the same time tomorrow and we can finish our conversation?"

"Okay. Goodbye Y/N." She says, suffocating you in a hug that you wished could've lasted forever.

"Goodbye Sally." You press a gentle kiss to her cheek, turning around to exit the hotel.

That was your very first of many encounters with the wild and mysterious blonde.

-

You and Sally met up at the Cortez almost every day, for an entire month. You had really started to fall for her. Little did you know, she felt the same.

"Y/N, baby, please don't go tonight, you can stay in my room! Just this once, please." Sally begged, looking at you with those deep brown eyes that you simply couldn't ever refuse. The platonic pet name making you blush. If only she meant it in romantic way.

"Alright love, lead the way." You fail to notice the blush that creeps its way onto Sally's cheeks.

She grabs you by the hand and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"And here we are, darling. Room number 64!" she opens the door and heads to what you assume is the bathroom. "Make yourself comfortable sweetheart."

You look around briefly, taking in every possible detail of her room. The scent: stale cigarettes, and the sweet perfume Sally always wears. The visual details: her messy bed, a rectangular box on her bedside table, her clothes hanging over the chair. The sounds: her soft humming from the bathroom, the sounds of the movement of the curtains in the calm, night wind. All details you would never  forget.

You sit down at the foot of her bed, subconsciously smoothing the non-existent wrinkles out of your slacks. Looking up you see Sally leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. She slowly and seductively makes her way towards you, taking a seat beside you.

"Y/N, I love you." She says looking lovingly into your eyes.

"I love you too, Sal."  You grab ahold of her hand.

"No, I love you." She confesses.

"Sally-"

"No! Don't say anything, just let me feel what's it's like to love you for a second." She hides her face in her hands in embarrassment.

"Sally, look at me." You lean in and lightly press your lips against hers, starting off gently and slowly, building up to a quicker and more passionate pace. After a few seconds, you separate, longingly gazing into one another's eyes.

"I love you too, Sally."

Her eyes fill with tears as she captures you lips with her own, you can feel her sobbing against you.

"Say it again." She cries.

"I. Love. You. Sally." You punctuate the four words with kisses on her forehead. She briefly looks down, with her eyes still glistening with tears, as if she does not believe that what you are saying is true.

"Let me show you just how much I love you, Sal."

You kiss her roughly, yet lovingly and with care, pulling her onto your lap so that she is straddling you, as your hands take their place on either side of her waist. You remove her dress as quickly as possible, and she pulls your shirt over your head. You gesture for her to lay on the bed, so she makes her way to the centre of the mattress, laying seductively, waiting for your next move.

You crawl towards her and stop in between her legs. You trail you fingertips lightly over the track marks on the inside of her arm. She gets self-conscious and jerks her arm away, averting her gaze from you. You take her arm back and gently press kisses over the faint (and few new) scars. "Beautiful." You whisper. She smiles and pulls you in for a loving kiss.

That was the first time you and Sally made love, you think about it all the time, even after all these years.

You and Sally became even more inseparable than before. Although, now you were more than friends, you were completely, utterly, and hopelessly in love.

You knew about Sally's drug use since you first met her, but only after dating did you realise how serious it was. She would try to hide it from you, constantly shooting up behind your back at the hotel, or while you were at your apartment. You would never get angry, just terribly sad and pained to see her suffering the way she did.

You always tried your very best to help her, going on long walks, always comforting her when she felt like using, you tried everything, but it was not good enough. Soon enough, you started to feel as if you weren't good enough, especially not enough to help her. You would constantly ask her to meet up with you to discuss the issues, but she would always be around towns, in alleys getting high. She thought you didn't know, but you would always find her.

Eventually you managed to discuss your feelings with her, when she could not blow you off anymore. It was while you were in bed, she was laying her head on your bare chest and could feel your tentative breathing. She asked you what was on your mind and you told her how you believed she would always choose drugs over you. She felt incredibly guilty, she had never wanted to hurt you, not in a million years. She vowed to never use again and planned on getting rid of her stash the very next day. You decided together that you would throw it over the bridge downtown. She promise to meet you there at noon.

The next morning you woke up to find her side of the bed empty. She always preferred staying at the Cortez rather than your apartment, but you knew that was because she could shoot up there, without fear of judgment.

You realised it was almost noon, and quickly dressed yourself. You drove to the bridge and arrived with fifteen minutes to spare. She'll be here any minute now. You thought to yourself.

You were wrong.

You waited for hours, until darkness fell. You finally gave up, and headed to where you knew she would be. Room 64, at the Hotel Cortez.

-

As you approach the door, you can hear the faintest hint of voices talking. She's not alone? You hastily, yet tentatively, unlock and open the door, only to find her and a man you have never met before, shooting up on the bed.

"Y/N, hey baby."

"Who is that sally? And what the fuck is he doing here?"

"This is Donovan. He heard from a friend that I've got the best shit in town, so he decided to come over."

"Sally, I can't believe you!"

"Y/N-."

"You were supposed to meet me at noon! It's ten fucking pm!"

"I trusted you, sally! You said you'd quit, or at least try- and now look at you, you're right back where you always are! Shooting up with some random guy!"

"Y/N I forgot! It slipped my mind, baby. I'm sorry"

"Oh, it 'slipped your mind', hmm. Of course it fucking did! You're high as shit right now!" At this point you began to tear up.

"Just give me one more chance, baby. Please, I'll make it up to you." She begs.

"One more chance. Meet me at the bridge tomorrow, 1 pm, and bring your stash because we're getting rid of it."

"Oh, I will. Thank you baby!"

"If you mess this up, I'll know it's because you love drugs more than you love me."

"Okay, I promise Y/N. I love you."

"I love you too, Sally." You sigh.

"You should take care of that." You laugh, pointing at the man behind her.

She giggles and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You leave her room hoping, praying, that she will keep her promise. That she helps herself and keeps her word. You just hope she can get better.

-

The next day, you found yourself repeating your actions from the previous day, sitting by the bridge, waiting- with tears in your eyes- for her to arrive. Just as if you were experiencing deja vu, she once again did not arrive. You cried your eyes out on the way home, believing that she had made her choice, and she didn't choose you.

Sally's POV

I promised Y/N that I would keep my word. I wanted so desperately to help myself, I didn't want her to worry about me. I love her, I just couldn't resist the notion of getting high one last time. I just got carried away.

And now there's a corpse in my room, the idiot overdosed. Great.

I make my way to an open window, I have to meet Y/N in a few hours. The cool breeze hits my face as I hear footsteps approaching me from behind. I turn to see Iris. Oh shit.

Before I realise what's happening, she pushes me out of the window. I fall for mere seconds, yet it feels like an eternity. I hit the ground with a hard thud, along with the cracking of some of my bones. And then, darkness.

I wake up in the hotel lobby, knowing that I won't be able to leave.

My darling, Y/N. Forgive me.

[zawasscarf]

Messy Liner- A Keigo Takami/Hawks × reader drabble

Warnings: none! Just endless fluff and Hawks being a clingy baby. Poorly edited.

Prespective: second person!

Sypnosis: After noticing that he was too tired to do his eyeliner correctly, you take it upon yourself to help Keigo so he goes to work on time.

Author's note: wrote this and now its 3 AM where I am. I'm going to go catch some ZZZs now. I hope you enjoy <3

Raising your head from your fluffy pillow, your eyes darted over to the door of the bathroom in your room. It was slightly open, making it completely normal to hear the water running. You could hear violent splashing, the sound of intense brushing immediately followed by complete silence. A completely still moment passed. It was eerie, how much time Keigo was spending in the bathroom. He usually takes two to three minutes inside. He was a fast-paced man as he was a pro-hero, so the delay was almost concerning. You were about call out his name, but he lazily appeared from around the corner, head staring right at the ground, hair a wet mess, in only a pair of black briefs and a red shirt, with a white towel around his neck.

His feathers were falling like cherry-blossom petals on a breezy spring day, on the ground with every step he took, making his usually glorious, protective red wings look more timid, dull. You couldn't help but notice that his eyes were closed as he walked towards the bed. Never has he ever looked so exahusted before. When he woke up, he had a habit of speed walking around the house to get things done faster, that would usually wake you up from how heavy his footsteps were, but not today. Today you woke up because how shockingly serene it was.

He sat down on the bed, making the comfortable mattress jump a little. Head facing his bedside table, Hawks opened one of the drawers and took out a black-liner pen and a magnifying mirror. He gently put down the mirror on the counter, adjusting it so he could see his eyes. What was abundantly clear in his reflection, was his drousniess. His head swayed from side to side, unable to stay steady. After trying his best to keep his head from falling to the side, he neared the eyeliner to his faded birthmarks to add the cosmetic, but as he fixed the wing, his -very- shaky hand failed him. "Tsk," The frustrated sound he let slip made you sit up. He was really good at doing his eyeliner, to the point where you ask him to do yours whenever you were going to an important gala together. His hands were always steady, accurate, he always knew what he was doing when it came to using his hands. But the exhaustion and drainage from yesterday's patrol obviously took a toll on him. 'You never know when to take a break..' You told him late at night, when your hand were smoothing his blonde locks, but he was already fast asleep. You observed him as he wiped the smudged wing, and try to do it again, only to fail -and almost poke his eye out. He let out a bothered sigh.

"Keigo.." You tapped his arm, and he looked over at you. His playful, golden, reinstone eyes were only halfway open, his lids heavy, and that cocky gleam in them were no where to be seen. "Give the pen to me," The demand was serious, but your tone was gentle, as not to startle him. You extended your hand, and he looked down at it, seemingly trying to connect the dots like you had just told him a hard riddle. He slowly gave you the eyeliner, then looked back up at you. "Put your head here and look up at me," Adjusting your position so both of you are comfortable and patting your lap, he acted just a bit faster this time, positioning his head upwards as you asked him to. You pushed the wet strands of blonde hair that stuck on his forehead, carefully began to trace the birthmarks with the pen.

The world was queit. Tranquil. The only thing you could hear were the beeping cars and sounds of the city. You didn't remember the last time Keigo was this calm and still. A cocky, intelligent, fast attitude. That's what originally attracted you to him in the first place. He always did everything so damn fast, and it was thrilling. Dating him has never felt boring. But even though you loved how he brought excitment into your life with how quick- paced he was, these rare moments where both of you were undisturbed, realxed in the comfort of your apartment...these were the moments you cherished deeply, that you held so closely to your heart.

You stopped for a minute, to take in the sight infront of you. Keigo looked so..indescribably beautiful, ethereal. His slightly sun-kissed skin gleamed under the single light ray entering the room through the open space between the curtains. His sharp eyes were shut close, letting you do your work without any bother. Crimson wings were spread on the bed, and his strong, lean arms wrapped around your figure. You put your hand in his hair, and he leaned into the touch, his cheeks going a dusty shade of pink. You smiled, and forced yourself to keep working on his eyeliner, even though you wanted this to last a lifetime.

After making sure the wings were symmetrical, you put the eyeliner on your counter, and turned to him, expecting him to finally wake up and throw a cheeky remark at you. Start flirting uncontrollably with you like he always did. Start kissing all over your face and body. But he didn't. Infact, he didn't move an inch off your lap. That whistled deep breathing of his and the way his wings rose and fell made you realise that he had fallen asleep again. You put one of your hands under his chin, and began scratching, in hopes that Keigo's ticklish nature would kick in and wake him up. But to your surprise, he groaned something uncoherable in delight, and angeled his head to get more of your touch.

"Keigo, baby, you need to wake up." You whispered, knowing that his busy work couldn't be delayed. Knowing that he wouldn't be happy if he was late. But for the first time, Keigo refused. "M..don't wanna.." He grumbled, like a child who was being forced to do something they didn't want to be doing. His grip tightened around your waist, and he buried his head in your shirt. An alarm bell rung in your head. You laid down to check if Keigo ruined his eyeliner, that you were barely able to fix and make it look like he did it. Thinking you laid back was an invitation to let him sleep, Keigo pulled your body down and laid his head on your chest. "M..warm.."

You stiffled your giggles, struggling to sit up. "Keigo, you need to go, you know that.."He didn't answer. You were not sure if he had truly fell asleep again or if he was ignoring you. "I'll be right here when you return, waiting for you.." Your fingers knit through his bangs. "But now you need to get up, other people are waiting for you.."

"But I don't want to.." Keigo replied, his eyes meeting with yours. The look in his eyes. It was innocent, desperate, needy for this moment to keep going. Needy for your touch and affection. "I want to..be here..always..with you.." That simple wish of his in his raspy, sleepy voice made your heart skip a beat. You didn't sense any sleep talk, only honesty.

You didn't know what to say. Both of you wanted to stay like this. In each other's arms, basking in each other's warmth as nothing but love filled the air around you. This was Keigo's idea of heaven.

"Mm..babybird.." He breathed in deeply, then let it all out, like he had been holding so much in for too long. "Can..we pretend..that everything is fine for just a few hours..?" The innocence in his request made you lay down. You were surprised that he asked you this, his sense of duty was always something that pushed him to get out of bed, but now it was diffrent. He didn't tell you what happened the day before, but all you knew that he was drained, drained enough not to eat and instead, bring you to bed with him so you could hold him. Drained enough to hold you this tightly, and wish for things that could only be achieved if you lived in another world.

You put your head down on the pillow, eyes closed, hand in Keigo's hair and the other on his bicep, your thumb doing circular movements on the firm muscle.

And as sleep began to cover your senses, you mumbled a few words, a few words that were enough to make Keigo smile in his slumber.

"Yeah...yeah, I guess we can.."

[niawritess]

The Lovestruck~ Final.

(15th November)

Tapping his shoes constantly on the marble floor, his legs kept shaking which made him hold his knee, but all in vain since he couldn't stop the nervousness inside him. Dressed in a black tuxedo, Baekhyun took a deep breath to calm himself down before almost, immediately standing up to walk back and forth to subside his nervousness.

It was finally, the day everyone has been waiting specifically, you and Baekhyun. However, at his most special day, his heart, his mind, even his body wasn't working according to him.

"Why are you like this?" Kyungsoo walked in the grooms waiting room, as he watched his best friend walking back and forth in a nervous state.

Baekhyun groaned making himself seated again on the couch and looked at Kyungsoo. "I have never been this nervous before... Like not even giving the presentation... This is confusing."

"This is normal." Kyungsoo stated. "Though... It might be confusing for you being like this but normally people do get nervous on their wedding."

Kyungsoo's word did nothing but made Baekhyun glare at him where Kyungsoo just shrugged before shuffling under his coat and fished out a small black bottle which he gave it to him. "Drink this, you'll feel better."

"Where did you get this?"

"I didn't, Y/n asked me to get it." Kyungsoo spoke before smirking. "I didn't really expected you to be nervous but maybe she knew it."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "I can see how you guys are making fun of me, only my wife cares for me."

"Keep this up till you get to the asile." Kyungsoo rolled his eyes. "I am going to check the venue since Junmyeon hyung is taking care of it alone."

Baekhyun chuckled nodding as Kyungsoo walked out leaving him behind as he was feeling better than before. No matter how much they tease or make fun of each other, he just knows that his friends and him, always have each other's back.

It's been two weeks to the proposal day, and the next week, you both were being dragged into a boutique to buy wedding dresses but separately, which led Baekhyun to whine the whole day because he, himself wanted to see you trying beautifully, however, his and your family were having too much fun making him sulk.

And, it's also been a week since he has seen you because of the so called traditions in the family, where bride and groom can't meet, not even see eachother and now he was missing you crazily and was dying to see you where he also knew, you would be feeling the same.

His phone rang making him snap out, as he checked the caller ID and a smile crept on his lips before answering it and exclaimed with an enthusiasm. "Coffee bean!"

Laughter could be heard from the other side which made him confuse before he let out a exhasperated sigh. "You better stop it, this is second time you have done this."

"Aw, Is my soon to be brother-in-law angry?" The feminine voice which he has remembered, his best friend's wife and his soon to be wife's bestfriend, one and only Ria, who could come up with this prank.

His heart did a flip when he heard your voice behind as you were asking for some tissues. "Hey, put my wife on the phone."

"She is not your wife, yet." He could imagine her smirking evil making him bite his lip frustratingly. "Here I thought you were on my side."

She laughed. "I am, but right now, let me be your sister in law. Okay, Mr. Brother-in-law, see you at the wedding!"

Before he could say anything, the call was cut off and he groaned with the little pout following behind on his lips. The door suddenly cracked opened, revealing his friends, coming inside dressed in a full suit and began to laugh at his impatient friend.

"I am actually suing your wife after getting married." He stared at Chanyeol with his ever so angry look which did nothing but made his laugh more. "Why are you so impatient? You'll meet Y/n outside, so be patient my friend."

"Aigoo, who would believe that you're getting married, Hyung." Jongin spoke staring at his friend's frustrated face and Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "Do you guys have to make fun of me when I am nervous here?"

"Why are you though?" Minseok commented confusingly. "Even Y/n isn't nervous as you."

"She's not?" Baekhyun asked surprised and Yixing nodded. "We came here after meeting her and she didn't looked nervous at all."

Baekhyun eyes sparkled. "Really? How does she look?"

"She looks like a bride." Sehun said, straight truth which made all guys laugh and Baekhyun, to glare at him before Jongdae decided to help him as he patted his shoulder. "She looks beautiful and you, stop being so nervous or we'll think you're going on a war or something."

"Well, it's not less than a war." Jongin said snickering and Everyone laughed as now, Baekhyun was less nervous and more happy with an excitement to see you.

The door opened again, and this time it was Mr. Byun and Mrs. Byun, walking towards him with a tender smile on their faces before Mr Byun held Baekhyun's shoulder firmly while fixing his collar. "Young man, you have actually become a man now."

Baekhyun chuckled. "I was always a man."

Mr. Byun smiled nodding. "Listen to me carefully now, marriage is a very important part of your life and you are taking a big step towards it. It's a huge responsibility, not just for you but for the girl you're marrying to, so Y/n's care and happiness is your responsibility, just make sure you're doing your part well. "

"I will." Baekhyun immediately nodded before his eyes went large to see his mother bawling her eyes out making him gasp dramatically. "Eomma! Not the water tank, you're makeup would get smudged then Y/n's going to scold me!"

Mrs Byun slapped his arm. "Don't talk about my daughter in law like that!"

He pouted. "So, she already has sides."

"Obviously, she knows who's she marrying to." Jake said taking everyone's attention as he stood by the door frame smiling at him before walking in to tease the nervous man even more.

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A wide smile was playing on your lips where you bit your lip to prevent yourself from giggling out loud since you were feeling happy about your special day. A white, off shoulder ballgown dress hugged your figure with flowery embroidery illuminating around your upper half sleeves while your hair, styled in a braided updo leaving half of it in a wavy style.

Sniffing the flowers in your hands, a lively smile appeared on your lips while feeling giddy and excited to see Baekhyun who you haven't seen, since a week but at the same time, you knew this wait would be worth it.

"Ayo~ Aren't you too happy bestie?" Ria cooed, dressed in her pastel pink colored dress, fixing the strand of the hair putting it around your temple while giving your look a last touch up and you grinned. "Yes I am, bestie."

"And I am happy to see you happy." She smiled widely trying hard not to cry and as you noticed her expression, you giggled making her slap your arm lightly before hugging you eventually.

"But... Aren't you nervous?" She pulled away, frowning and you smiled bringing your index finger and thumb closer. "A little."

Her forehead creased in amusement. "Well, good for you because you have to look after your too nervous husband to be."

You giggled, before the door opened revealing your two most, chaotic yet the ones whom your life couldn't have been amazing as there stood, your brothers dressed in their Grey suits looking handsome.

Jaehyun walked in with Daniel following behind him with an amused look on their faces making you chuckle. "What? Why are you both surprised? Do I look that good?"

Jaehyun gasped dramatically cupping his mouth. "What to do, potato? Even the make up couldn't do its work."

You bit your lip fuming before grabbing a water bottle beside you and threw it in his face which he immediately caught it perfectly as he gave you a smirk making you roll your eyes. "Are you really my brother?"

"Dan...," You looked at Daniel beside Jaehyun and smiled. "How do I look?"

He stared at you blankly. "You...look like that pasta you made last time."

You closed your eyes sighing, controlling your urge to not to kill them on your special day while both of your brothers were so close to laughing and eventually, they did.

"You think I don't know that you both empty the whole fry pan that night?" You retorted, sassily making them silent as they stood surprised while Ria just stood there with a poker face as this was just neverending scene to witness.

"How do you know that?"

"I have spies, my brothers." You smiled in victory and they both groaned knowing who those spies were before you laughed out loud at their faces making them laugh back.

Jaehyun walked towards before grabbing your hand to make stand up and held your shoulders, as he stared at you seriously. "You know I am just a call away right? I am still your secret trunk so whatever and whenever you want to talk or tell me something, just do it, okay?"

And that's when your heart welled up seeing his brother mood and nodded before he smiled. "If he does something which I know he won't because I know he's mature and loves you too much to hurt you but still, just tell me and I will deal with him."

You slapped his arm while laughing. "I'll kill you if you do that."

"Right, Baekhyunee Hyung wouldn't dare to do that knowing how hard your punch is." Daniel commented as he stood beside you making you laugh even more before both of them hugged you, and another one jumped who was none other than Ria herself.

Your mom's voice got your attention as you four pulled away to see your mom walking inside, in a light pink and purple mixture colored Hanbok and looked so beautiful where behind her your dad, in a black suit looking dashing.

As he walked towards you, his eyes teared up and you looked at him in awe. "Dad.. What...?"

"Gosh, you look so beautiful." He sniffled and you bit your trembling lip before hugging him tightly. "You look more beautiful than your mother."

"Ow!" He whined pulling away as a hard slap was landed on his back by your mom making you all laugh before your mom stared at you with teary yet smiling eyes. "My daughter is always beautiful."

"Seriously, why is everyone crying?" You whined and Daniel wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Noona, we're just really happy that we won't have a potato in the house now."

"You're so dead." You muttered gritting your teeth and was about to hit him but looking at your mom's stern eyes, everyone went serious as you went to sit on the couch back.

"Ria, look after her so she won't jump around like a cat again since we're going out to greet the guests." Your mom ordered her as she walked out dragging the three chaotic men with her and you made a grumpy face as Ria couldn't stop laughing at your mom's words.

"Y/n! Your most loving person is here!" You let out a laugh knowing who's high pitch voice was as walked inside, your sister like friend, who was once your owner too, Rose, in a light blue dress with her always shiny smile.

She gasped. "You look gorgeous, lady!"

You and Ria laughed at her reaction as she instantly sat beside, hugging you. "Gosh, my little sister has finally grown up."

"Ughh." You groaned playfully. "Seriously, you too?"

"It got cringy, right?" She looked at Ria who nodded with you following before you three broke out in laughter.

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5:04 PM

It was finally the time to walk down the asile, your most awaited moment, as you stepped out of the brides room, a fresh breeze hit your face making smile while your eyes roamed around the outdoor area. This was the same place where you both came to stargaze last time and you casually joked about getting married at this place but you didn't know that Baekhyun would take that seriously as you got an actual shock when you got to know about the venue.

Oh, how can you not love this person?

Linking your arm around your dad's, your head tilted to the side to look at him as you felt yourself shaking inside where he looked at you with an assuring smile that it'll be alright and you knew it will be for sure. Taking slow steps towards the asile, your eyes averted ahead to see the lights around the branches of green trees and either side were the wooden chairs giving it a perfect look.

Looking at everyone, seated there were your mom with her biggest smile and your brothers watching you with a proud smile with Baekhyun's family, looking at you with so much tenderness. Looking at the other side to see your friends with their usual understanding and proud smiles as why not, because they all were the cupids of your life.

As you looked ahead, your breath hitched, the moment your eyes met his stunned ones, standing there waiting for you as how he always had. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as you were walking towards him, the flashbacks of your moments were flashing in your mind making your eyes teary with those beautiful moments.

Baekhyun just stood there stunned for a while watching you, looking so ever beautiful and he was falling all over again. Biting his lower lip, he gulped down the lump forming as his eyes burned making his vision blurry while he took a deep breath to calm down before he felt Kyungsoo, patting his back.

Aproaching him, your dad pulled Baekhyun in a fatherly hug, as he patted his back gently before pulling away where he placed your hand on his hand, giving you to the person who was your home now. You bit your lip, controlling yourself from crying before locking your eyes with his glossy ones and he gave you his most beautiful smile.

"We're here." He whispered, his hold tightening around your hand and you nodded smiling back. "As we should."

"You...look..," He trailed off, licking his lips as he went speechless and you peeked over his expression chuckling. "I look handsome?"

He let out a chuckle with everyone laughing at your little joke before Baekhyun shook his head. "You look really really beautiful. And I have finally kidnapped you, and I don't even care if I got behind the bars for it."

You laughed shaking your head as he giggled while Kyungsoo gave him a look but his smile was saying something else.

The vows were taken, rings were exchanged, and sealed it with a kiss of promise. His palm pressed against your jaw gently, stroking his thumb over your cheek as his other hand rested on the side of your waist and as he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes spotted his favorite flushed cheeks.

He couldn't help but smile fondly before pecking your lips again softly taking you by surprise as you jolted up to look at him making him giggle like a baby while everyone laughed. Giving him a playful glare, you lightly punched his arm making him laugh even more as he kissed your knuckles before pulling away as everyone came to congratulate you.

"Oh My, finally, you have become our daughter in law." Mrs Byun cooed, as she pulled you in a hug where a fake cough made you both pull away to see Baekhyun's sulk expression. "I got married too, why aren't you congratulating me?"

You chuckled making him glare at you playfully and to make him even more sulk, you side hugged Mrs Byun as she played along while Baekhyun pouted defeatedly as he nodded. "Alright, sides have changed."

You both laughed before Mrs Byun hugged him and Mr Byun gave you a fatherly hug while patting your head as he hugged his son after. Walked in your dad towards you with his teary eyes and hugged you tightly before patting Baekhyun's shoulder. "Take care of her or I'll come for you."

Both of them laughed as Baekhyun nodded while you shook your head smiling at them before your mom came in smiling but instead of coming to you, she engulfed Baekhyun in a hug. "My son in law looks so handsome."

Baekhyun smiled shyly thanking her before she looked at you confusingly before laughing as she hugged you. "Why are you sulking?"

"I'm not." You hugged her back tightly as she rubbed your back in a comforting way making you sigh before you pulled away to see your brothers hugging Baekhyun.

"Hyung, How do you feel about this marriage?" Daniel asked making you glare at him and Baekhyun chuckled before looking at you with a smile. "I feel amazing."

Your cheeks flushed as you looked away before looking at your brothers who just groaned at his answer. "I shouldn't have asked this question."

"Listen, Baekhyun." Jaehyun leaned in to his side. "If she does something, I am only a call away."

You gasped hearing his words which he said to you earlier. "This conman!"

You attempted to grab him but Baekhyun's arm around your waist prevented as he pulled you closer. "Let's not make our wedding a killing day, coffee bean."

You looked at him pouting and he imitated your expression while nodding cutely before you glared at Jaehyun. "I am letting you off today."

"I am letting you off today." He mimicked your tone before chuckling as he patted your head while Daniel hugged you and both of them walked away.

"So, you did got married to this brat." Minseok commented as he patted Baekhyun's shoulder and he rolled his eyes while you giggled nodding before your friends came one by one to congratulate.

"Ahh, my bestie is married already." Ria came forward with a fake crying face and you chuckled pulling her in a hug before she let go and looked at Baekhyun. "You have to take care of my bestie."

"Of course, I will take care of her more than you have ever had." Baekhyun said, confidently making a face at her. "You just wait, I will get back at you for pranking me."

Ria giggled. "That was part of fun, but aren't you glad that I was on your side and even played cupid for you."

"That...," He trailed off as he glanced at you, smiling. "I will always be."

"Okay, do this at your own new home, we have guests here." Ria spoke before winking at you as your eyes widened, noticing her playful look before slapping her arm while Baekhyun laughed where Ria walked away.

"Hey, Sister-in-law!" Sehun's voice beamed as he walked towards you before pushing his phone screen infront of your faces and you gasped. "Sooyoung!"

Sooyoung couldn't attend the wedding as her dad's health got bad and they had take him out of the country for his treatment but he was doing better now. However, Sooyoung didn't find it appropriate to attend the wedding while her dad was lying on the bed, so she couldn't join.

Baekhyun cutely waved at her. "You're being missed here. Now who would catch y/n's flower?"

She laughed. "I'll ask Sehun to do that."

"I am a busy person." Sehun remarked back earning an eye roll from three people before Sooyoung suddenly gasped. "Gosh, you both look so amazing!"

"Sehun-ah, I want to see their whole look!" Sooyoung exclaimed making you both giggle and sehun rolled his eyes. "I am not an assistant."

But, he eventually did as Sooyoung let out a squeal. "You look so beautiful!"

"I know right, I am." Baekhyun spoke smiling playfully and you chuckled nudging him lightly before the host of your wedding, Chanyeol clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Okay, we have prepared something for you both, so let's enjoy!" He exclaimed, clapping as he stepped aside while you looked at Baekhyun. "I have a bad feeling about this."

Baekhyun slightly laughed. "And I am really excited!"

You rolled your eyes before a music erupted, startling you as Baekhyun looked at you shook hearing the familiar song and you gasped cupping your mouth seeing a projector while a video was being played, where you were dancing with your brothers in your parents wedding anniversary. "No way."

JYP'S Honey.

Three of you were childrens, wearing a cap and black sunglasses as you were dancing between them and your cheeks flushed as you hid your face behind the flowers where you heard a giggle from Baekhyun. "Gosh, you are so adorable."

"Ugh! I am not!" You whined making him pinch your cheek as he laughed softly and you let out a shy chuckle. "Gosh, they still had this."

Suddenly, the woos from the audience could be heard taking both of your attention as you looked at your brothers coming to the stage with black sunglasses on their faces making your jaw drop. "Are you serious?"

"Noona, this one's for you." Daniel spoke as he slid his glasses a little to send a wink at you making you and Baekhyun giggle before Ria stepped on the stage with black sunglasses as she stood between them.

You sighed smiling as you realized they were reenacting the scene making you feel awed. As the song played again, three of them started dancing like how you did, earning some woos and making everyone dance along with them. You laughed feeling Baekhyun copying the steps playfully while jamming along with them and making you move along with him as you both laughed afterwards.

In the midst, Jaehyun walked over to you and grabbed you both to lead to the stage as everyone joined together. Baekhyun took your hand and twirl you around before wrapping his arm around your waist doing a wavy move making you laugh.

The photographer was smiling, watching the scene while capturing those moments and at that moment, Baekhyun leaned closer to your ear as the music was loud. "I think I should show you my strength since you always doubt it."

"Huh?" Your forehead creased confusingly as he placed his hands either side of your waist and you let out a squeal when he lifted you up unexpectedly making you wrap your arms around his neck in reflex.

Everyone wooed watching the scene while you stared down at him with enlarged eyes as he giggled. "So.. Do you believe in my strength now?"

You burst out laughing before leaning down to bump your forehead against his gently as your palm pressed on his cheek. "I do."

As the moment was captured, you knew, you have had the best wedding ever with the best lifepartner.

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8:48 pm

It was dinner time, everyone was seated down on the thick mat with the cushions filled around and the shelter about was decorated with flowers and some candles around them. You had changed your gown into a knee-length white dress while Baekhyun's blazer was over your legs as you gave him a light squeeze around his hand locked with yours on his lap.

His thumb rubbed softly against your skin making you look at him to see him discussing something with Sehun about their business thing and you smiled at his warm gesture.

"Stop looking so much, you look crazy in love." Ria's voice snapped you out as you looked at her to see her giggling with Rose beside her and your cheeks flushed making you glare at them. "Shut up."

"Awe, my shy Y/n." Rose reached out to pinch your cheek softly and you scrunched your nose pulling away before chuckling at them. "So, Is your little one giving you hard time?"

Rose was seven months pregnant with a baby boy before her hand went to caress her bump softly and she chuckled. "Well, sometimes? Because he has been kicking way too much now."

"He already wants to come out." Ria commented giggling before Jack beside Rose spoke. "Because he wants to meet his dad."

Rose rolled her eyes while you and Ria laughed before you felt a light nudge on your shoulder making you look at Baekhyun. "Hm? What?"

"Shush." He placed his index finger on his lips as he leaned in. "Let's sneak out, coffee bean."

You laughed lowly. "What?"

"I am waiting behind that tree." He whispered pointing to the place and you chuckled staring at him weirdly. "We're married now, Baek."

"Don't ruin the fun and follow me." He glared at you playfully before kissing your palm as he excused himself from everyone and walked away.

"Go, your husband needs you." You turned to the voice to see Mrs Byun giving you a teasing smile and it was loud enough to take everyone's attention as they looked at you before giggling and you closed your eyes blushing.

Nevertheless, you slowly got up with his blazer in your hands as you wore it properly before walking away and you could hear your dad's voice kids these days and you chuckled fastening your speed. Aproaching him to see him standing against the tree with his hands shoved in his pocket and you just took your moment to stare at this handsome man infront of you.

As if he sensed your eyes, his head tilted to the side to see you as his lips curved upwards in a beautiful smile and you smiled back before he extended his hand which you took it as he made you stand infront of you. The moonlight touching his face made him look even more ethereal while his eyes bored into yours with a dreamy smile on his lips and you felt yourself blushing under his gaze.

"You know everyone got to know about this sneak out." You said and he pouted, clicking his tongue playfully. "Plan failed."

You chuckled. "But why did we even snuck out?"

Baekhyun pointed towards the sky with his index finger. "For that."

You tilted your head up to the sky with a gasp seeing the whole night sky, filled with shining stars and the lightning moon as your eyes sparkled. "Wow."

"You watch your favorite stars and I'll watch my favorite, you." He uttered out softly with his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer and kissed your temple making you smile as you looked back at him, before circling your arms around his neck to hug him.

He tightened his grip around your waist. "Gosh, you know you give the best hugs."

You chuckled placing your chin on his shoulder. "Let's stay like this here and live here."

He hummed. "Let's live on the tree and do your tree show."

"Seriously!" You whined leaning away as your arms rested around his neck and he laughed making you smile as seeing him laughing just brush your anger away.

His laughter slowly subsided, as his eyes stopped to stare at you softly as he bit his lower lip and you looked away blushing. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"I am looking at my beautiful, wife." He said tucking the strand of hair behind your ear smiling and you bit your lip as you couldn't say anything back making him giggle as he slightly bumped his forehead against your temple. "Do you remember that day? When I helped you by being your boyfriend?"

You laughed nodding, remembering that moment as you looked at him. "Of course, how can I forget that? I was so surprised and who knew we would end up like this."

"Yes, and I am soooo...," He trailed off stealing a peck from your lips. "So glad that I did that. And now you're officially my wife, Mrs Byun." He added winking.

"And you're officially my husband, Mr Byun." You winked back and his eyes widened. "Did you.. Did you just flirted with me?!"

You shrugged giggling. "Perks of having a flirty husband."

"I seriously love you for flirting with me." He said kissing your cheek and you kissed his cheek back. "And I seriously love you for being my flirty husband."

Both of you looked at eachother for a moment before bursting out in giggles before pulling eachother in a hug.

And they knew, they were home.

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And, that's a wrap! I hope you liked this chapter and this fanfiction too. I was really thinking if I should post the last today or not because somehow, I didn't wanted it to end and posting the last chapter is making me emotional🤧. Anyways, I just want to thank you, whoever has been reading this story and your responses really made my day and I appreciate it a lot.

This fanfiction has been close to my heart because this my first ever written and posted story, the storyline was simple but the plot and characters are very close to me, there might have been some errors and typos but it still made me improve my writing skills. I might write an epilogue, maybe, not confirmed, but I really want to though, and if I did I would post it for sure. 🥺

Again, thank you and hope you guys like this chapter, then, take care till I post my another fanfiction soon🤍

Nia~

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"Ezekiel if you're not going to help me then fucking get lost!" Angel shouted as he held up the first part for the play set.

EZ finished reading the instructions ignoring his brother before he'd respond. "Do you even know what you're doing?" He asked looking up at Angel.

"Of course I fucking do." The Reyes Brothers just got there and Angel was already annoyed at EZ. "How hard can it be?"

"You're not even holding the first piece dumbass." EZ chuckled, grabbing the correct one.

"I knew I should have fucking asked Coco to help me." Angel grumbled under his breath. He tossed it to the ground before yanking the proper piece out of EZ's hands. "Of course I fucking knew that."

Monica rolled her eyes as she watched the two from her kitchen window.

"You know having those two put it together was a bad idea." Vicky laughed, slipping the cake into the space Monica had cleared in the fridge.

"We could have had it done by now." Monica agreed laughing. She slid the window closed to muffle the two's bickering. "In my defense I didn't really have a say in who did unfortunately." She leaned back against the counter facing Vicky. "Thank you again for coming early to help out."

"Of course." Vicky smiled. She loved helping with events and parties and just spending time with Monica, the daughter she never had. She waited a minute in silence rearranging the bouquet on the counter waiting for Monica to bring up her date first. She had been there an hour now and Monica had yet to mention anything about it much to Vicky’s dismay. "So, are you going to tell me about your date or just pretend it never happened?"

"No pretending needed. It never happened" Monica pushed off the counter deciding now would be the best time to check she had enough burgers. There was a reason she didn't bring it up.

Vicky watched Monica's as she opened the fridge up again. "What do you mean it didn't happen?" Vicky frowned, she hoped Monica hadn't gotten cold feet and bailed on the poor guy.

"I mean he never showed." Monica turned around and there it was. The dreaded look of pity. "It's fine," she waved Vicky off walking past her with a couple beers in hand, "it's not a big deal so please don't make it one." She pleaded leaving Vicky alone in the house for a moment to bring the beers out to Angel and EZ.

Angel welcomed the break from the work and a break from EZ even though they had just started not that long ago. He wiped his hands off on his jeans as he made his way towards Monica meeting her halfway.

“Thank you, I really needed this.” He took the beer from her, immediately taking a drink.

“Yeah I can see that.” Monica teased leaning back against the railing on the deck. “EZ has gotten a lot done so far.” She laughed watching EZ doing all the work now.

“He’s a prospect, it’s his job, a right of passage.” Angel grinned before taking another swig of his beer. He situated himself next to Monica leaning back back to watch EZ as well. “And I’m not doing nothing, I’m supervising.”

Monica nudged him playfully with her shoulder shaking her head smiling. “Sure you are.”

Angel smiled as he pulled out a cigarette to light. “How was your night?” He didn’t know whether or not to bring it up but it just sort of slipped out.

“It was nice, and quiet.” She added. Yes she was bummed and embarrassed about last night but there were some perks to it. She got to have the night just to herself, well what was left of it once she got home at least. “How was yours?”

“It was alright.” Angel shrugged, it was just another night with EZ and his Pops. He always felt a little like an outsider when he was with them. They talked most of the night while Angel just sat back trying to focus more on the game on the tv than anything else. That didn’t really matter anyways because all Angel’s mind could focus on was Monica and what she was doing and how he would have rather been anywhere with her than there. “Would have been better if you were there.”

Something changed seeing her last night for that date. He always wanted her but now it was bigger than just wanting her, it was like he needed her. She was on his mind all night and he couldn’t wait to see her again today. He practically drug EZ out of the trailer this morning just to get over there.

He felt like that silly teenager crushing on the one he could never have all over again.

“I doubt that,” Monica brushed the comment off not thinking anything of it. She looked up at the sky closing her eyes as she let the warmth from the sun wash over her a small smile playing on her lips.

Angel found himself staring, taking in every feature of her face as if it was the first time he’d seen it or the last time he’d get to. His gaze trailed down the bridge of her nose to her soft slightly tinted pink lips, a little smudge of lipstick was just under her bottom lip. He smiled to himself, she was perfect.

Damn was he in trouble.

He watched as her lips pulled apart into a bigger, brighter smile. “You’re staring Reyes, is there something on my face or something?” She asked him.

“What? No, sorry, you’re good.” Angel tried to play it cool but felt as if she could see right through him.

Monica stood up straighter now wiping at her face suddenly feeling self conscious. “You aren’t lying to me are you?” She narrowed her eyes at him, “you had that goofy smile on your face. If there’s something just tell me. I don’t want to run around all day looking like an idiot.”

“You got a little,” Angel motioned to her face trying to tell her where the smudge was. She was seeming to wipe at every part of her face but where it was. At this rate she would more than likely make a bigger mess of her makeup before she fixed the little one. “Here, just stop, I got you.” He said reaching out. Before he could stop himself his thumb was running across her soft skin right below her bottom lip clearing the stain and lingering just a second too long. “There.” He whispered so low he almost couldn’t even hear himself.

Their eyes met, both feeling a subtle shift between them. His touch still burned against her skin. She wanted to reach up running her finger across the path his thumb just traced across her skin, sure her flesh would be on fire. Monica swallowed her mouth now feeling unbearably dry. She smiled, taking a step away from him in hopes to get rid of this strange new feeling she was experiencing. “I, I better go check on things.” She stumbled on her words motioning back towards the house. “Make sure Vicky’s alright.”

Angel cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah I should probably get back to that too.” He awkwardardly pointed back to EZ.

“Oh yeah here’s this.” Monica handed him the beer for EZ she almost forgot all about, “I’ll be just inside, holler if you need anything.” She said quickly before turning around heading back towards the house not giving Angel a chance to say anything else.

Angel headed back towards EZ lighting his cigarette on the way. He handed his brother the beer while taking a drag. Looking back he watched as Monica disappeared behind the door and out of sight trying to make sense of what just happened.

It wasn’t just him who felt that, it couldn’t have been.

EZ popped the top off his beer grinning at his brother. “What was all that about?”

Angel turned his attention back to his brother.“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” the grin was still plastered all over his face. He hadn’t seen his brother this worked up about a girl since high school and he was finding it very entertaining. “That was definitely something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Angel walked past EZ. “ It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.” EZ took a drink of his beer.

“You’re seeing shit.” Angel insisted not wanting to hear any more shit from EZ. “Just shut the fuck up and get back to work.” Angel turned around and pushed EZ back towards the pile on the ground. “We don’t have all day.”

Monica scrubbed at her hands in the kitchen sink looking out the window back at Angel and EZ. She dried her hands before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn’t shake the weird exchange that just happened. Angel looked back at the house making Monica duck away. She prayed she didn’t get caught looking. She didn't even know why she cared all of a sudden but she did. She felt ridiculous as she stood there, heart pounding.

Something shifted and she was sure she couldn’t be the only one who felt it. Or maybe it was all just in her head and she was being ridiculous. That seemed more likely.

“Is everything okay?” Vicky asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. She had just come back from the bathroom and caught the last of Monica’s movements.

“Yeah, why?” Monica said a little too quickly. “Everything is fine,” she insisted grabbing Vicky’s arm, leading her into the living room to start the decorating, “but there is still lots to be done before everyone gets here so we better get to it.”

*****

The party was in full swing, everyone mingling while the kids played running around the yard and all over the new play set, their giggles and squeals filling the air. Maddie was so excited when she saw her surprise she ran straight past Monica when Hank brought her home for the party. She immediately began climbing and playing, not being able to contain her excitement and hadn’t stopped since.

Angel sat with a few of the guys at one of the tables chatting about work and an upcoming run to Nevada. He kept looking for Monica, watching as she checked her phone for about the fifth time now since the party had started.

“Do you know what that’s about?” Angel asked Raphael, Monica’s coworker who was sitting on the other side of the table.

“Yeah, Lydia. She’s still not here yet and hasn’t answered any of Monica’s texts or calls.” Raphael said, taking another look around, not that he would have missed her.

“Where the hell would she be?” Gilly spoke up. It was odd for her to not be there, she never missed any of Maddie’s birthdays before. Her and Monica were practically sisters, everyone knew that. They never missed the big moments in each other’s lives.

“Probably with that asshole she’s supposedly seeing.” Raphael said bitterly sitting back in his chair. Monica had mentioned it to him earlier when he had asked about her and he couldn’t help the jealousy it brought up in him. It seemed like Lydia would give any asshole a chance but never saw him right there in front of her.

“Who?” Coco asked, this new information piquing his interest.

“I don’t know exactly, Monica didn’t say much.” Raphael finished off his drink now swirling his empty bottle around. “And I need another drink.”

“I got it, need another one myself anyways.” Coco offered standing up. Monica had just gone back inside while on the phone once more and he wanted to check on her.

Monica finished leaving another voicemail for Lydia. She looked at her phone once more checking for any messages but there was still nothing. She had to face it, Lydia wasn’t coming and she couldn’t hold off on cake any longer. Monica took a deep breath trying to calm herself, she was pissed not just for herself but Maddie too. Lydia had never missed one of Maddie’s birthdays before. What made it worse was Monica was sure it had to do with that new guy Michael.

Lydia ditched her goddaughter for a man.

Monica pulled the unicorn cake from the fridge. She opened up the package containing the candles and finished off the cake placing five of them strategically around its horn. She made sure they were all evenly spaced, taking extra care to get it right while she stalled going back outside. She wanted just a little more time to clear her head before she went back out.

Coco stepped into the house closing the sliding glass door behind him. Monica heard him come in, knowing it was Coco by the sounds of his movements but still her attention never strayed from the cake.

Coco leaned against the counter watching her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” She kept her response short avoiding the reason she was upset even though she knew that he knew, “Just getting ready for cake. I need to light the candles so we can get this show on the road.” Monica gave the candles one final adjustment. She turned around still never once looking at Coco. She began her search through the junk drawer in the counter behind her for a lighter. She mumbled and cursed as she continued her search determined to find it. Coming up empty she finally accepted defeat with a slam of the drawer.

“Yeah you certainly seem okay.” Coco chuckled trying to lighten the mood. “You know over half the people here fucking smoke and have a lighter, all you have to do is ask.” Coco pulled his lighter out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Monica turned finally facing him. She took his green lighter he had extended out to her. “Thank you.” She muttered. She stalled a little longer with the cake pretending to be busy with it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Coco offered leaning against the counter once more.

“Not really.”

Coco nodded before pushing himself off the counter. He disappeared a minute before coming back with two shot glasses and the bottle of vodka from the hidden liquor cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Monica looked at the glasses watching Coco as he poured the shots.

“Pouring shots.” Coco said matter of factly. “What does it look like I’m doing? You look like you could use one.” He slid one across the counter.

“It’s my daughter’s fifth birthday party. I shouldn’t be taking shots.” Monica protested sliding it back. She could have a beer or a wine cooler but that was all she would allow herself.

“That’s exactly why you should take this shot with me.” He insisted pushing it back towards her. “Come on, just the one.”

“That’s what you said last time.” Monica let out a small laugh, loosening up some now. Their whole arrangement had started one lonely night with just one shot. “And now here we are six years later.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fuckin true.” He agreed. “Damn does time fly.”

“It certainly does.”

The two took a moment caught up in their own thoughts reminiscing on what once was, thinking how far they had come and how things had changed so much since those simpler times.

“Well why not?” Monica broke the silence, “Fuck it.”

“There she is.” Coco grinned holding his glass up. “Fuck it.”

Monica held her glass up before downing the clear liquid. She set her glass down with a clink letting the burn of the alcohol pass before taking Coco’s glass from him.”You were always better at that than me.” She laughed taking the glasses to the sink setting them down to be added with the other dishes to be washed later. “Thank you, I needed that.” She pulled him in for a hug. “Do you mind gathering everyone for me?”

“Sure, I’ll see you back out there.” Coco gave her shoulder a squeeze then grabbed a couple of the beers from the cooler on his way out.

Monica lit the candles admiring the flames for a second. She carefully picked up the cake to make her way out. As soon as she got out the door she began to sing happy birthday with everyone picking up and joining in with her.

She smiled, her heart filled with joy seeing her baby surrounded by all the people who loved her. She really couldn’t have asked for a better family to raise her around. She set the cake down on the table in front of Maddie, her smile as big as the world as she bounced excitedly on Hank’s lap looking at her beautiful cake.

The song ended and Maddie looked to Monica for the go ahead to blow out her candles.

“Go on baby.” Monica encouraged as everyone waited expectantly. “Blow out your candles and make a wish.”

Maddie took a very deep breath squeezing her eyes shut as she blew out her candles with one very special wish on her mind.

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[voidstilesplease]

In light of a recent discovery, here's another demigod au ficlet :)

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It's not that Theo is jealous, he's not, but it's getting annoying how closely Stiles is studying the head counselor for cabin seven, Apollo's cabin: Brett. 

They're gathered around the nightly bonfire, passing chocolates and roasted marshmallows, as they listen to Brett playing the lyre. The instrument is a gift from Lord Hermes to Brett after a fruitful quest (just as Hermes gifted the first lyre to his brother Apollo to appease the sun god of the former's thievery - yes, Stiles, Theo listens to your lectures, thank you). Brett plays the instrument well, and he carries a decent tune to accompany it, all right, but there's no need to stare at his fingers on the strings, is there? It's starting to get to Theo's nerves, honestly.

When Stiles absently takes the s'mores that Theo hands to him, Theo snaps. "What's so captivating about Brett?" He tries to sound curious, but he can't mask the edge on his voice that gives him away entirely. "You've seen him play with instruments before."

Stiles sends him a curious glance, picking up on Theo's tone and then back to Brett's performance. He takes a bite of his treat, smearing the corners of his lips with sticky mallows and graham crumbs. "The strings are glowing, idiot," Stiles says without heat.

Theo scowls at the name-calling but reaches out to clean the smudges from Stiles's face anyway. Stiles mutters a soft thanks and gives Theo a small smile before carrying on with his observation.

When Theo begrudgingly turns and watches Brett strumming the lyre, there are indeed different colors glowing from the instrument as the Apollo boy plays. And if Theo pays a closer look, there's also a pattern to these colors. He huffs. Of course, Stiles will be distracted by this. Something is gleaming, and it has hypothetical value he can obsess about later. Stiles is a goner.

So, his boyfriend is not, in fact, watching Brett or his fingers. But he's still paying Theo no notice, which is the pressing matter here.

"Are you going to be distracted the whole night?" Theo says through gritted teeth.

That makes Stiles drag his gaze back on Theo, squinting his eyes at his boyfriend. The orange firelight from the bonfire dances in his brown eyes as Stiles's mouth turns up in a playful smile, "You're so clingy,"

Theo's answer is a loud scoff. He swivels away, the fire burning just a little more on his marshmallow, detaching it from the stick to plop uselessly on the ground. Theo swears under his breath.

Stiles scoots closer to him, stuffing his food into his mouth and brushing the crumbs off his fingers. He slides an arm around Theo and pulls him close. Stiles props his chin on Theo's left shoulder and grins up at him, immediately forgetting the lyre. Theo continues to glare, dropping a small kiss on top of Stiles's nose before he reminds himself that he's annoyed. Theo still grumbles when he impales another marshmallow on his stick. "Next thing, you'll be asking Brett to teach you how to play it."

Stiles snorts, nuzzling the side of Theo's neck. Stiles is not the most openly-affectionate person, but on the rare occasions he is, Theo takes everything he can. Stiles swallows his food, smiling lopsidedly, "Are you saying I can't learn it myself?"

Theo rolls his eyes.

The reaction earns him a chuckle. "Anyway," Stiles says, turning to the bonfire. "It's just good music, Theo. Brett's dad is a professional singer, so that's why even his singing is not abysmal."

"Is that what 'god of music' is downplayed to now? A professional."

"No, not Apollo, obviously," Stiles sends him a flat look. "I mean his human dad."

Theo pauses, staring at Stiles, uncomprehending.

Stiles catches the confusion on his face after a moment and arches a brow, "What?"

"You said 'his human dad',"

A short nod, "Yeah,"

"I don't understand."

Stiles straightens, "Wait. You didn't know? Of course, you didn't. You're wearing your dumb look."

Theo glowers for the heck of it, "I don't have a dumb look,"

"You do too," Stiles tells him. "But yes. Brett is an offspring of a male god and a male mortal," he says it as if it is common knowledge. It isn't. 

It's not adding up inside Theo's head at all. It's like Stiles is speaking in gibberish, and the gears in his brain are creaking in an effort to translate. "How," he breathes out after a while. "How is that even possible?"

Stiles turns to him, unimpressed, and shakes his head. "I swear you forget you're half a divinity sometimes."

"But it's not-" Theo sputters, wanting to say it's not possible, but of course, it is. Almost everything is possible with the gods. He thought that going two years in this demigod business that nothing will surprise him anymore. But then information like this knocks him back to square one. He finishes with a loud exhale, eyes wide and in utter disbelief. "He doesn't have a mom? That's very weird." Theo manages to croak out.

Stiles whips his head sharply at that statement, narrowing his eyes dangerously. "I resent that," he says. "You saying that about Brett is insulting me too, you know, considering how I came to be."

Theo feels another breath is about to be punched out of him, "What do you mean?" His voice is embarrassingly panicked and desperate. "You have a mom,"

"Yeah, but do you remember who my mother is?"

Theo is almost offended, "Athena! The goddess of battle-" he cuts midsentence, realization dawning on his features. Stiles is merely raising his eyebrows, giving him time. Theo shakes his head, feeling a headache creeping upon him. "She's a virgin goddess." Lifting his head to seek Stiles's eyes, he flails with his one hand, a very Stiles gesture that he's quickly adapting, especially in stressful situations. "Then how-"

As Theo lets his question hang, Stiles shrugs, "I guess we never discussed this. But do you, at least, remember the tale of how my mother was born?"

"Zeus lusted after Metis, a Titaness and a goddess of wisdom, prudence, and deep thought. She was Zeus' first wife, but when she was pregnant with their first child, an oracle of Gaea prophesied that Metis' first child would be a girl and that her second child would be a boy that would overthrow Zeus, similarly to what had happened to his father and grandfather. Zeus took this warning to heart, so the next time he saw Metis, Zeus swallowed her and her unborn child.

After a time, Zeus developed an unbearable headache, which made him scream out of pain so loudly that the entire world heard it. The other gods came to see what the problem was. Hermes realized what had to happen and directed Hephaestus to take a wedge and split open Zeus's skull. Out of the head sprang Athena, fully grown and in a full set of armor. Due to the way of her birth, she became the goddess of intelligence and wisdom." [x]

Theo blinks at Stiles. Stiles blinks right back.

There's a quiet tension between them as Stiles waits for Theo to speak. Then, dully, Theo says, "You did not spring out of Athena's skull."

Stiles, for his part, looks a little bit sheepish, at least. He gestures at his siblings nearby, confirming, "We all did."

Theo doesn't know how long he gapes, but one thing is for sure: he'll never see Stiles the same way again. He's dating a literal brainchild - a gift. It's part astonishing and part ludicrous. And Theo thinks he just fell in love again.

He sits on the log, unmoving and stunned that he doesn't notice his marshmallow falling off of his stick again.

Theo feels a nudge from his right, prompting him to move. He snaps his mouth shut and turns, still in a slight daze, to see Boyd, son of Hephaestus, procuring a screwdriver from the magical tool belt around his hips. It's enough to clear his head, and Theo takes the object and looks at it uncertainly, "What's this for?"

Boyd smirks, making a twirling gesture with his finger, pointing at his temple. "So you can fix the loose screws in your head," 

Stiles doubles over in laughter at his side.

•••

Sometime later:

"So, does this mean we can have a child coming out of your skull, too?"

Theo barely misses Stiles's dagger.

~•~