#okay okay breathe liz its just finally out

[harruandlou]

🖤🩶🤍i would know you from touch alone | E | 73k

They had never been face to face before now. They’d never touched, skin to skin, until Harry landed a punch to his face, high on his cheekbone. Louis shoved him off and was pulling his fist back from Harry’s abdomen before he realized his face wasn’t tingling because of the pain. It pooled out from his cheek, over his face, down his neck and spine. A shiver in the late September night. Heat, sparks - whatever you wanted to fucking call it.

or The Tomlinson and Cox gangs have hated each other for over forty years. Harry Styles, the grandson of Gritty Cox, was freshly back to the city after uni when, on his first night out, he punched the Tomlinson heir in the face. It shouldn’t have mattered, their gangs have done worse to each other. But all it took was one single touch to recognize your soulmate. Louis was adamant that being soulmates changed nothing, not who they were or which family they were loyal to. Or, at least, it shouldn’t have.

🖤written for the @1dsoulmatefest🖤

#mine #hlsource #hlcreators #hlficlibrary #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dficvillage #1dficlibrary #ao3 larry feed #hltracks #hljournal #tracksintheam #allwaswell16 #soulmate au #okay okay breathe liz its just finally out #hope yall like it!!!!

[afewproblems]

agree with steve not forgiving eddie! how do you think it would go when they see each other for the first time after everything? like.. I feel like steve would just tell him it’s over for good but :O

Part one, part two, part three

The record label releases a statement, something to the effect of privacy concerns, not to misconstrue or blow things out of proportion because photos can be manipulated. There is no firm denial, but no confirmation either. It's all wishy washy bullshit.

It's like Steve's heart breaks all over again.

He doesn't speak to the press, despite redoubling their efforts to talk to him, Steve unplugs their home phone permanently, wraps it up in the cord and puts it in the back of the bedroom closet.

Eddie does try calling Steve's cell, but he never leaves a message, as though he knows they would go unheard.

After the initial visit from Wayne he ends up calling his de facto father in-law once a week. It's nice, it's the one good thing that has come out of this whole situation.

And Wayne doesn't seem to mind being their go between, especially since he's a lot less subtle than he thinks, asking pointed questions about how Steve is feeling, how he's handling the LOA.

It's a relief to say the least, talking to Eddie without talking to him, it allows him to breath.

It's quiet for about two weeks, the coverage of the photo and the story has dwindled significantly and the media seem to have moved on from talking about them, finally.

Steve's LOA is almost over, he's confirmed with Liz that he can return to the classroom next week as planned which leaves him in the highest spirits he's been in all month.

But of course it can't last.

The first time Steve sees Eddie is on Conan.

It's a Thursday night, Steve channel surfs absently. He's left the living room dim, the only lights from the television and the Chicago cityscape glowing through the living room window.

He lands on NBC for just a moment and freezes when he hears Gareths familiar voice speaking.

Gareth, Eddie, Jeff, and Grant are all seated on the set couch with Andy Richter. Conan asks a few questions about their tour, their recent resurgence in popularity from the movie, their favorite Marvel characters from the franchise that skyrocketed them back into the public scene.

Its a standard interview, Conan keeps it light, easy-going, not a single mention of the infamous photo.

Logically Steve knows this is most likely a mandate from the band's manager but it doesn't feel that way, it feels like a slap to the face if he's being honest with himself.

Did he imagine it? Had he blown this whole thing out of proportion? Maybe he was overreacting.

His phone buzzes on the coffee table he's left his feet on, Robin's face and 'Thing One', brightens up the room.

Steve moves his feet to sit up properly and he mutes the television with the remote before answering.

"Are you seeing this shit?" she growls on the line.

Steve laughs, "Hello to you too," he leans into the worn cushions of the couch and tries not to think of the second empty divot in the middle next to him, "yeah I'm seeing it".

"And they're not going to talk about it at all? Like what about journalistic integrity and all that shit?"

Steve rolls his eyes and snorts into the receiver, "I don't think Late Night counts as journalism Bobs--"

"Still," she huffs out.

Robin is quiet for a second before she says softly, "you okay?"

"No," he whispers, "but I think I'm the closest I'll be for awhile," he draws a heavy hand through his hair and ignores the cameras which have now panned to Eddie who looks pensive on screen.

He's not speaking, in fact Eddie hasn't said a word the entire interview. He looks tired, his normally pale face has turned sallow and drawn with deep purple bags under his eyes that even the show makeup has not covered.

Steve looks away from the screen and ignores the dull ache in his chest.

"I'm glad that it's not all over the news anymore," he admits after a moment, "but, its almost like it never happened".

Robin hums sympathetically on the line, "Twenty-four hour news cycle, they've probably found some new scandle to follow," she's quiet for another second, "he looks like shit".

Steve barks out a surprised laugh that trails off sharply, he chews his lip for a second, "is it crazy that I'm worried about him? He looks likes he's not sleeping--"

"Steve..."

"I know, I know, I'm am angry with him and I don't think that will go away any time soon, but look at him".

The camera angle switches to a wide shot of the whole group and Eddie stands out so starkly amongst the other band members that are put together, smiling, engaged in the conversation.

Verses the silent, pale ghost that Steve doesn't even recognize.

"Do not let that kicked puppy thing let him off the hook Steve," Robin says, the words are sharp but the tone is still gentle, "he hurt you just because you had a fight--"

"Maybe it wasn't that simple!"

"Steve..."

"I miss my husband Robin, I can't, I fucking hate that he did this but I miss him so much," he says, his voice wobbles slightly as Conan holds up a large version of Corroded Coffin's latest album on the desk before gesturing to the stage area to reveal their setup to start playing.

"I feel like there's something wrong with me," Steve says, giving voice to the smallest parts of himself that have been festering inside of him the last couple of days.

The longer they're apart, the longer he refuses to speak to Eddie to more these thoughts have been creeping in. Maybe he should just let it go, maybe he can eventually forgive him and they can move forward again.

It's countered again and again by the image, the kiss.

Imagining the two of them together, Eddie with this stranger. Did he call them Honeybee, the way he did Steve? Did he hold them after and whisper other sweet nothings, promises into their ears?

It's enough to turn his stomach.

"I don't know what to do, I can't exist like this much longer, the tour is going to be over soon and then what?"

"I don't know Steve, you're the only one that can make that decision, but," he can hear the small reassuring smile on her face as she speaks, "we'll be here for you no matter what you decide, I promise".

"Thank you".

"Anytime Dingus".

***

The second time Steve sees Eddie is a month after the Conan interview.

Steve's back at work and the kids seem happy to see him, though they are sad that the 'easy' sub days are done. He's glad for the routine once more, especially with the end of the tour looming on the horizon.

Steve has spent the last week fretting over what to do, he's talked to Robin and Dustin about it, weighing the pros and cons. He's talked to Wayne about contingency plans for the apartment, if he has space for one of them to go there.

Steve is fairly certain Eddie would go stay with Wayne willingly if he asked him to, but both of their names are on the mortgage and he'd rather be prepared for anything.

It's Gareth that calls him, his name lights up the darkened bedroom while the picture of Gareth and Chrissy and Steve and Eddie at their place for Thanksgiving two years ago flashes on the tiny screen.

It's late, almost two in the morning, but Steve is awake. He hesitates before snatching the device with shaking hands and swipes a hesitant thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Hey Gar," Steve says quietly.

He sits up, letting the covers pool around his waist and stifles a small yawn with his hand.

"Oh, Steve, I...fuck is it good to hear your voice man," Gareth breathes out, he sounds surprised, nervous, "I wasn't expecting you to actually answer this," he trails off and clears his throat.

"I wasn't asleep," Steve shrugs.

There's a pause on the line, Steve can hear Gareth take a deep breath and the hushed words of someone in the background.

"I, God, Steve, I'm so sorry, I hate that we weren't there for you," he continues, and Steve can't help but agree with that sentiment.

It's certainly felt like the only one of his friends from Eddie's circle in his corner was Wayne, he hasn't heard from any of the band members or Chrissy since this happened and he can't say it hasn't stung.

"And I know you must hate us for this--"

"Gareth, I dont--" Steve tries with a small tired voice but Gareth barrels onward, the words getting faster as he speaks.

"I won't make any excuses, we should have done better by you and the fucking label knew exactly what they were doing," he breathes out again and this time its infinitely more pained, "and I hate to do this Steve, I know you already told him that you needed more time--"

"You're coming back?"

"Yeah, we fly in tomorrow actually," Gareth says softly, "and we just, well we wanted you to know".

Steve feels his heartrate quicken, he swallows harshly against the sudden lump in his throat.

Tomorrow? Tomorrow, with no warning, no notice, and suddenly Eddie would be back. He'd be coming home...

"I want to see him," Steve hears himself say before he can clamp his mouth shut, "I...can you tell him that, I need to talk to him?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, uh," Gareth stammers out, then the sound is muffled for a moment as though a hand has been placed over the receiver, lowered voices murmur in the background and Steve feels himself drag in a sudden breath, as though he had forgotten to breath at some point.

"Okay, Steve?"

"Yeah," he whispers into the darkness of his bedroom.

"He'll be there".

***

The clock ticks slowly by, interrupting the quiet of the apartment and every time Steve looks at the clock face it's still only been forty minutes since Gareth texted to tell him they've landed at O'Hare.

It's like the clock is mocking him, the minute hand holding court over the kitchen where Steve has planted himself with a full cup of, now undrinkable, tepid tea.

He initially debated offering to pick them up from the airport, but the thought of their first meeting being so public, the thought of camera flashes and more people asking questions was enough to turn his stomach.

Even now Steve isn't sure how he'll react when Eddie walks through that door, his hands shake slightly and a flicker of anxiety runs through his chest because what if he's not alone? If he brought Gareth with him, or Jeff as some kind of backup or shield from Steve's anger.

Steve scoffs to himself at the thought, they'd seen a lot of Steve over the years, he's sure this wouldn't phase them. Maybe they'd even stand aside and let Eddie take his verbal lumps.

Steve sighs and grabs the mug from the counter before walking it over to the microwave. He sets it for thirty seconds and waits with his fingers drumming against the door handle. He opens the microwave before it beeps and presses the cancel button to reset the time before he walks back to the counter and stool he had been perched on.

Steve steals another glance at the clock and curses, make that forty-five minutes since Gareths message.

The sudden sound of a key sliding into a lock snatches Steve's attention towards the entryway.

Eddie steps through, wheeling his suitcase in behind him, he lets his backpack fall onto the doormat and softly closes the front door behind him. Eddie looks even more tired than he had during the interview, thinner as well and Steve feels that familiar pang in his chest at the sight.

Neither says anything for a moment. They stare at each other unmoving, and then...

"Hi Honeybee".

That's all it takes for Steve to jump off the stool and stride through the kitchen to the foyer, he stops just in front of Eddie, takes in his shining eyes and the sharp downturn of his normally smiley mouth and Steve's last resolve snaps into pieces.

He launches himself into Eddies arms and tucks his face into his neck, it's the first time he's felt remotely normal in the last two months.

"I'm so fucking angry with you," Steve hisses but the words sound more like a sob than anything else.

"I know, I'm angry with me too," Eddie whispers into his ear, he holds Steve even tighter as he speaks.

"I just, you're the person I talk to, about everything and," Steve bites his lip and curls his fingers into the fabric of Eddie's t-shirt, "I couldn't do that, I didn't have you, you’re my person Eddie and you took that from me, and so much shit happened here, you dont even--".

He's fully crying now, so much that it's harder to speak, but Eddie is holding him so tightly he can't catch his breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Eddie says, his voice wobbles and wanes as the words tangle in Steves hair, "if I could take it back I would, I wish I could take it back Stevie believe me".

"It didn't mean anything, it didn't," he continues, raising one hand to card through Steve's hair as he does, "I don't know how to fix this," he admits so quietly its nearly lost in Steve's sniffles and hitching breaths.

"I don't want to lose you," Steve whispers into Eddies shoulder, the material of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot but he raises his face anyway to meet Eddie's own red rimmed eyes.

"Then you won't," Eddie whispers again, he sniffs and moves his hand to cup Steve's cheek, "we'll fight, we'll fight for it and I won't give up, I won't run this time".

"I promise".

There is so much more to talk about now, so much to apologize for, but for now, they hold each other in the foyer, letting the golden Chicago light morph into the bronze orange of sunset wash over them from the kitchen window.

#i feel like half of this series is told over the phone #weird #cw infidelity #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie cheating au #corroded coffin #rockstar eddie #sorry this took so long nonny #afewproblemswrites #afewproblems answers #also the timeline feels a bit wishy washy in this series #conan is on the air still but also im picturing this happening around 2013ish #meh oh well #steves emotions are all over the place #our boy is just going through it #sorry y'all #i think this will be the final installment of this little au #im sorry if this feels rushed or if the grammar is all over the place #holy shit that ending was emotionally draining

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 12

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok? 

Word Count: 4.8k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 12 on AO3

Chapter Summary: We return to the resort post-photoshoot. Indy and Belle have a girls' night, but is Dieter able to stay away?

Chapter Warnings: SMUT. Oral (m and f receiving). Allusions to intimacy issues. Ryan is his own warning at this point.

A/N: You know I'm a sucker for an alternating POV, so we get a little bit of that. This is the most explicit thing I've written to date sooo be kind as I go crawl into a hole. 😬 But honestly, I couldn't let Belle and Dieter go any longer without something spicy happening. 

“Easier said than done, Lizzie. I’m just so…” he leaned closer to her and dropped his voice to a whisper, “I just don’t want to fuck it up you know?”

“You won’t. I’ve never seen you like this sweetheart, I’m really proud of you,” she patted him on the knee and then felt her phone buzz. “Ugh,” she shook her head at her phone.

“What? What is it?”

“Well, you aren’t going to be happy with me, but hear me out,” she put her hands up to pre-empt his frustration, “Maria asked if you and I could have dinner with her tonight at the resort," Dieter sighed. "I know, I know, but it's good for the story."

"Ugh, okay," he looked over to Belle, who was still fast asleep.

"It's only a couple of hours champ, you can survive I promise," she smirked.

"I know," he pouted.

You don't know how long you had dozed off, but the next thing you knew your eyes were fluttering open as the van made its way back up the path to the resort.

Dieter was on his phone when you looked over at him. He must have sensed your glance as his eyes lifted from the screen to land on your face as he gave you the sweetest smile.

When the van finally comes to a stop, everyone files out, Dieter letting Liz go first before following you.

"Did you have a good nap?" He asks as you make your way down the stairs.

"Yeah, I don't know what it is about me and moving vehicles," you chuckle.

"Hey so, I uh," he rubs the back of his neck, pulling you off to the side as Aubrey and Danny walk by. You notice Liz lingering by frantically typing away on her phone, but keeping tabs on you both out of the corner of her eyes. "Originally I had plans to take you somewhere tonight for dinner, but Liz said that Maria wants to have dinner." He looks apprehensive, unsure how you’re going to react.

"That's ok," you smile at him. 

"You sure?" He was dumbfounded by your quick and simple response.

"Why wouldn't I be? You have work stuff, I understand."

He let out a breath, "You're amazing you know that?"

"For being ok with you going to a dinner?" You laugh.

"Yeah, I … I haven't…that hasn't always been the case for me."

You sense there's more under the surface, but you don't want to press it. 

"Well, I'm sure Indy and I can come up with something to do. I haven't seen her much and we could use a good girls’ night."

"Oh nice, well don't have too much fun. And if you do, take pictures," he whispers the last bit in your ear as he pulls you in for a hug.

"You're ridiculous," you giggle as he kisses the top of your head. 

"Indy? Are you here?" The room was quiet but you see Indy's bag on the ground so you’re pretty sure she was there.

"Babe! Ahhhh how was the rest of the photoshoot?!" She runs from her bedroom to give you a big hug. She clearly recently showered, as her hair was still wet.

"It was so good, Ind! The photographer kinda gave me the creeps and Aubrey was annoying, but Dieter … he seriously looked so good! How was your day? Did you put the leave-in conditioner in your hair just now?"

"Yes, moooom! And eeeeek! I'm so excited for you! Well, not for the creepy photographer and dumbass Aubrey. Seriously, want me to throw her in a pool at some point?" She giggles as you playfully hit her shoulder. "My day was good. They're doing some rewrites and I have a kind of sexy scene to shoot with Sam soon," she wiggles her eyebrows and shakes her shoulders.

"Well, good thing you both have been rehearsing so much. Ow!" She slaps you on the ass as you turn toward the kitchen to go get some water.  "Are you guys hanging out tonight?"

"No, he actually has a really big scene tomorrow so he's calling it an early night. What about you? You and Dieter doing something fun?"

"He and Liz are actually having dinner with the reporter who’s doing the interview. He went straight there once we got back."

"Oooo so we can have a girls' night?" She grabs both of your arms and shakes you a little. 

"I guess so!" 

Knock.

"Are you expecting anyone?" You scrunch up your face, looking from the door to Indy.

"No, Ari has the night off." Indy saunters over to the door and looks through the peephole. She turns back to you and smiles before turning around to open the door. You start to make your way over too to see who was there.

"Hi miss, we've been asked to bring this to you." One of the resort staff was at your door with a bottle of champagne and a cart that carried two trays topped with a lid, hiding the contents of what was underneath.

"Oh, we didn't order anythin-" you start to say as Indy elbows you in the side. 

"Please, come in," Indy pulls the door back and lets the man wheel in the cart.

"Would you like me to open the bottle, miss?"

"That would be great!" Indy looks over to you with an excited, but surprised expression.

The man makes quick work of opening the champagne and pours you both a glass. He sets both trays onto the kitchen island and puts the bottle in a bucket already filled with ice.

"Anything else I can help you ladies with?"

"N-no, that's great, thank you so much!" You walk him out while Indy reaches for the flutes. 

Once you close the door you turn around and see Indy with a huge smile on her face. "Ind, did you order this?"

"No babe, but I know who did," she waves a little note card in the air.

You skip over to her and snatch the card out of her hand.

Hope you ladies enjoy a fun night to yourselves.

D

P.S. I wasn't kidding about the pictures.

"What pictures is he talking about," Indy knocks your shoulder with hers.

You tell her about the flirty exchange you had with Dieter before you both parted ways.

"Ooo, I think our boy Dee is missing you," she teases. "But we should take a photo, you know, as a thank you."

"Right, it would be the right thing to do," you wink.

"That's the spirit!"

She takes the lids off the two trays to reveal a charcuterie board on one tray and an assortment of desserts, on the other.

You arrange the trays at the corner of the kitchen island and stand to the side, ready to take a selfie. "Ok, let's take a picture with all of the stuff."

"Oh, you aren't wearing that," Indy looks you up and down. "C'mon we are having a cute night in, let's put on something fun!"

"I have a feeling you don't mean for me to put on my T-shirt and workout shorts."

Indy shakes her head. "Oh no, we've got to make Dee miss you even more than I know he already is," she winks.

"Anything else I can get you to drink sir?"

"Water is fine thanks," Dieter smiles at the waitress. He glances down to his phone for the fifth time in the last minute. He told Danny to send something up to the girls as a surprise but now his mind is going a mile a minute since he’s yet to hear from Belle.

Did Danny do it right? Of course, he did, the kid doesn't ever let me down. So why hasn't she said anything? Was it too much? I did too much. I thought it would be nice but…

"Dee?"

He looks up to see Liz and Maria staring at him. "Hmm?"

"Everything ok?"

"Y-yea sorry, thinking about a scene I have tomorrow," he tries to play it off and he thinks Maria is fooled but Liz isn’t. 

Her eyes narrow a bit before she returns to her conversation about who knows what with Maria. Dieter pretends to be engaged while glancing at his phone.

Buzz.

He practically lunges at his phone, quickly unlocking it when he sees a message from Belle. 

Belle: This was so nice of you, thanks for getting our girls' night off to a great start! 😘

Attached was a selfie of Indy and Belle, which Indy clearly took given the angle. She positioned the camera high above their heads with her long arm as they both looked up and smiled. Dieter was a little embarrassed at how quickly his eyes went from Belle’s face down to her body to see what she was wearing.

He tried to take a sip of his water but coughed a little the more he looked at her, tracing every curve he could see.

She had on what looked like a silky pair of pale pink sleep shorts with some lace trim at the bottom and a robe of the same color half thrown over a lacy, sheer black tank top. Her hair was down and she had a cute smirk, but it was her eyes that really drew his focus.

"Dee?"

"Um, y-yea, sorry I was waiting on a text. Just got it," he smiles. "Ah, one sec, lemme respond real quick."

"Ugh, Indy. Are you sure this isn't too much?"

"No bitch, keep drinking your champagne and stop thinking so much," she laughs as she snaps a selfie presumably for Sam.

Buzz.

Dieter: You're welcome baby. Looks like you girls are having fun 

Dieter: PS … love Indy, but I feel like I'm gonna need a photo of you by yourself 😉

"See! I told you I didn't need to be in it!" Indy slaps your arm as you both giggle. "Ok, we need to position you a little for this."

You roll your eyes as Indy starts an impromptu photoshoot of you, telling you how to pose while encouraging and hyping you up.

Dieter felt a bit more settled now that he knew the surprise made it to the girls. But, he wished he could run upstairs to devour Belle instead of whatever he ordered.

Buzz 

Belle: How's this?

Belle attached another photo of just herself. 

Good girl, following directions.

She was kneeling on the couch with her back to the camera, looking over her left shoulder with a shy smile. Her robe was pulled down on one side, exposing her bare shoulder.

His breath hitched, surprised at how bold Belle was being, no doubt spurned on by her best friend and some liquid courage. But still, he was not complaining and started to fidget a bit in his chair, trying to discreetly adjust himself underneath the table.

"He's going to think I'm not wearing anything under the robe." You pull the strap of your tank top back up.

"That's the point, silly!"

Buzz 

Dieter: wow, you're making it really hard for me to concentrate on this dinner lol

Dieter: What happened to the top you had on? I rather liked it.

"Worked like a charm," she winks at you. "Here take it off." She comes over to you and starts to pull your top off.

"Jesus Indy! What the fuck!" 

"We're going to take a picture of it on the floor, not of you,” she rolls her eyes at you. “We gotta tease him a bit. C’mon, take it off.”

You take off your robe momentarily so you can remove the top, handing it over to Indy.

“Ok, what’re going to do with that?”

“Mmm…oh, I have an idea, here, come with me,” Indy takes your hands and leads you to your room.

“Ok, lay down.”

“Seriously, Indy?”

“Just do it, I have a vision.”

You roll your eyes and hop on your bed. Indy positions your legs crossed one over the other and then drapes the top on the bed next to your legs. She comes to sit next to you and takes a photo.

“Ok, aaaand… send!”

Buzz

 Belle: Oh, you mean this?

Dieter leaned forward to put the phone down into his lap so Liz or Maria wouldn’t see it. He saw Belle’s bare legs crossed on what had to be her bed, with her top alongside her.

Fuuuuuck. Is she naked right now? 

“Should we order some dessert, Dee?” Liz looked at him a bit confused as to what was distracting him.

“No!” He didn’t mean for that to come out as loud and forceful as it did. “Ah, I mean, no, I’m good. I’m actually getting kinda tired…busy day tomorrow.” His tight-lipped smile didn’t fool Liz, who smirked at him.

Once you send the photo, you put your top back on and go out to the living room to giggle as you snap some racy photos of Indy for Sam. You both sipped the champagne and snacked as she filled you in on some of the on-set gossip, but you couldn’t help but keep glancing at your phone, expecting a response from Dieter. As time went on, your face dropped a bit and Indy sensed your confidence dwindling. 

“Don’t get in your head about it, there’s probably a good reason why he hasn’t responded.”

“You don’t think it was too much?”

“If I have to tell you no one more goddamn time I swear I’m going to smack you.”

Knock.

“Hmm…think Dee got us another bottle of champagne? We definitely don’t need it,” Indy laughs as she walks to the door to open it. “Oh, hi!”

“Hey, um is Belle here?”

You straighten up on the couch, peer over to the front door, and see a floppy mess of curls behind Indy.

“Y-yea, she’s in here,” Indy closes the door and does a little dance behind Dieter as he quickly makes his way over to you. “I’ll um…head to my room,” she winks as she grabs her glass and the bottle of champagne before retiring down her hallway.

You stand up to greet Dieter, who immediately brings you in for a hug and then starts kissing your neck.

“W-what are you doing here?” You start to whimper a bit as you feel one of his large hands move down to your ass to squeeze it as he trails kisses across your collarbone and up the other side of your neck.

“I…you…fuck you look so good baby,” he was trying to string words together between his kisses before he finally pulls back and looks you up and down. “Hmm…you put this back on, didn’t you?” He rubs his thumb along the hem of your top.

You hide your face in his chest. “Sorry, I…all of that, it was Indy’s idea.”

“And it’s the best fucking idea she’s had.” He chuckles as he moves back, grabbing your face. “You were driving me insane you know that? Could barely concentrate on dinner because I wanted to come up here and…” he trails off as he kisses you.

You deepen the kiss and pull on his sweatshirt to walk him back to your room. “W-what…hmm… what did you want to come up here and do?” You manage to get out as he nips along your jaw.

“Mmm…had lots of things in mind,” he smiles into your neck. 

“Me too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I um…there’s something I want to do.” 

You make it to your room and close the door. You work his sweatshirt up and over his head, and your breath hitches when you realize he didn’t have a shirt on underneath. You look up at him and grab his face to kiss him again.

“Hey,” he pulls back, panting. “I want you to do whatever you feel comfortable with ok? We could stop right now and go to bed.”

You roll your eyes and pout, “But that would be no fun.”

He chuckles as he brings you in for another kiss, working your robe off, and letting it fall to the floor.

You turn him so his back is against the door as you work on undoing his belt buckle. Once you finally get it, you start to trail kisses down his jaw, making a point to kiss the little bare patch before working down his neck and his chest. His chest moves up and down as his breathing gets faster, as you move down his stomach. You continue to work down until you’re on your knees in front of him.

As you go to unbutton his shorts he stops you, “Hey, I wanna take care of you first, baby.”

“I…uh…but I want to.” You could feel yourself losing a bit of the nerve you had. “Please…I…uh…”

You’re cut off by Dieter who bends down to kiss you, lifting you back up so you’re standing. 

“If you only knew how much I’ve been thinking about your sweet mouth,” he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just have fun, I’ll tell you what I like,” he smiles into your kiss.

The butterflies come flooding into your stomach as the realization of what you are about to do hits you. But Dieter seems so eager and excited, that you don’t want to lose your nerve. So you start to work your way back down again. He keeps both of his hands at his side as you take his shorts off, one of his hands twitching, itching to touch you.

You felt how excited he was earlier, but now staring at it head-on, your mouth salivates. You hook your fingers under his boxers and your mouth parts as he springs out. He looks so beautiful and confident standing bare in front of you. You look up at him through your eyelashes to see him giving you a smug smile.

You move a bit closer, licking your lips as you lightly wrap your hand around the base and slowly start to swirl your tongue along his tip, stopping to swipe at the bead of precum which makes him shiver and whimper.

“Fuck, you look so pretty baby,” he pants.

He moves one of his hands and threads his fingers through your hair, lightly resting his hand on the back of your head as you slowly take him in. He whimpers again as you slowly move him in and out. You look up at him and see his head thrown back against the wall, slack-jawed, and his eyes clenched shut. He’s trying to praise and encourage you through his panting, but it’s coming out as an incoherent mess of "oh shit" and "fuck" among other things. 

You catch his eyes a few moments later as he moves his head to look down at you. The eye contact nearly sends him over the edge, his grip on your hair tightens as you keep a steady pace.

"Fuck…shit, I'm…I'm close baby, where…where can I?"

You hollow your cheeks as you move off of him, and an obscene pop sounds through the empty room.

"Wherever you want," you pant as you take him again with even more enthusiasm than before.

"Holy shit…I…keep doing that."

There was something powerful about seeing this gorgeous man reduced to a whimpering mess all because of you. 

I still got it.

You always thought you were pretty good at oral, you and Indy had traded enough tips and tricks over the years to each perfect your preferred methods. But like most everything related to intimacy, Ryan wrecked it. His preferred method for receiving a blow job was ramming his dick so far down your throat that you'd choke and gag on it. He got some sick satisfaction from seeing your humiliation. Oftentimes by that point, he was close and all you needed to do was finish him off with your hand. 

But with Dieter, you wanted all of him, you couldn’t get enough. As you continued bringing him in and out, you felt his thigh twitch and his grip on your hair tighten, which you surprisingly were into.

"Baby, l-look…at me," Dieter pants as you look up through your eyelashes again as you lick up the underside of his shaft. "Fuck, I'm gonna… I'm…"

You return your mouth to him as his release starts, and you're ready for it as it hits the back of your throat. Dieter is making the most obscene noises and you continue working him through until he pulls you off abruptly.

"Shit," he quickly pants. "Fuck, sorry, that was ….I'm…gonna need a second," he chuckles as he rests his head on the wall, closing his eyes and catching his breath. You take a few moments to make a mental picture of this before standing up.

You go to wipe the side of your mouth to collect the last bit of cum that escaped your lips when he opens his eyes and leans forward licking it off instead.

Your eyes go wide as he leans back against the wall. His smug smile returns before he cups your face and starts to kiss you. It becomes deeper as his tongue explores your mouth, stopping a couple of times to either slightly bite or suck on your bottom lip.

He pulls back, looking at you with a bit of desperation. "Get on the bed. Please." 

With Dieter, you were trying so hard to block out all of the bad shit that you associated with sex. Because what you just did? That was fun. He makes you feel giddy, appreciated and wanted.

You smirk and saunter over to your bed sitting on the edge as you watch him walk over, his eyes black with lust. 

"Move back up."

You shuffle backward onto the bed, feeling some deja vu from this morning. Except this time, you were more than willing to have Dieter do whatever he wanted.

He crawls towards you and stops, taking a moment to check in with you. Your chest moves up and down, trying to catch your breath in anticipation of what is to come. 

He takes one of your feet in his hands and starts to trail kisses up from the arch up to your ankle and calf before stopping at your knee. You shiver a bit as the prickliness of his beard rubs against your skin. He puts the sole of your foot onto the bed so your knee is propped up, looking at you and licking his lips before he does the same thing to your other leg. He shuffles himself between your knees again checking in with you.

"Want me to keep going?"

You nod and he shakes his head.

"I gotta hear you, baby, tell me what you want."

"You," you pant. He's not touching you at this point but the anticipation is building.

"Want me to what?"

"I …uh … I…" You cover your eyes with your hands, a little embarrassed about saying what you want out loud.

Dieter crawls up your body, one of his hands working to uncover your face.

"Hey, don’t hide. If you want me to stop I can."

"No, I …sorry, I'm just not umm…"

"Not used to asking for what you want?"

"Yeah…that," you chuckle. 

"Tell me, and if you don't want to say it then show me."

"Mmm okay. Um, I want this," you bring two fingers up to his lips, which he promptly takes the opportunity and kisses them, "here," you take your fingers off his lips and thread them between your bodies. 

He pushes off to see your fingers stop over your mound, a smile coming across his face. "Yea? You sure?"

"Yes. Please."

He takes a deep breath and kisses you. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he smirks as you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone. "I aim to please." 

The trek back down your body is deliberate and slow as he presses open-mouth kisses over your top before stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He lets out a breath and looks up at you again. He hooks his fingers and starts to pull your shorts down. He licks his lips as he sees the black lacy underwear you had on. You push up on your forearms to get a better view. The image of his fluffy curls and broad shoulders between your legs is nearly enough to get you over the edge.

“You still good?”

“Mhmm…y-yea,” you smile.

“Good.”

He takes the lace off and presses kisses up and down one of your thighs as his hand caresses the other. You start to writhe in anticipation as he moves closer and closer to your core. He hooks one arm around your thigh and the other hand rests on your lower stomach. 

You close your eyes and feel him lick a long stripe up, your hips buck up at the sensation. 

“Fuuuuck,” you whimper, throwing your head back. Your eyes are clenched shut but you can feel him smiling as he continues to work his way around, like a man starved.

It honestly feels like you blacked out for a second, overcome by the pleasure of Dieter’s tongue. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you’re so overwhelmed by it all you can’t even pinpoint everything he’s doing or the sounds he’s making. All you know is that it feels amazing and you don’t want him to stop. You prop yourself up on one forearm and use your free hand to tug on his curls.

As he concentrates on your clit, you feel him press a finger inside you, which makes your hips buck up even more, but his other hand presses you back down. He continues to work you over, you can practically see stars as he hits a spot you haven’t felt a partner hit in a long time. You hoped that Indy had some headphones in because you couldn’t control the moans that came from the depths of your throat as Dieter pushed you over the edge.

He worked you down the other side of your climax, whispering praises as he kissed your thigh. You both sat silent for a moment, taking in what just happened. You couldn’t remember the last time you came from getting eaten out. 

“Oh my god,” you pant. “You…you’re really fucking good at that,” you giggle as Dieter comes back up to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You could feel him smile into your neck as you catch your breath.

“I’m glad…I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he kisses you, pushing his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. “You’re amazing you know that? So fucking beautiful.”

“Yeah?” You smile into his kiss.

He pushes up to look at you, tracing his thumb down the side of your face. “Why would you think you aren’t anything less than perfect?” You turn away from him, blushing a bit as he sighs. “Ugh, try and forget him yea? I knew he was a fucking idiot before but now,” his eyes trail down your body. “But now I know it without a shadow of a doubt.”

You both kiss again, a little slower than before, taking time to explore each other. Your hands find their way back to his hair, your fingers scraping lightly along his scalp. You can feel him getting hard again as he moves his hand under your top before you pull back. 

“Is…is it ok if this is all we do tonight?” You bite your lip, confused as he starts to laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“We’ve done so much already!” He kisses you, still smiling. “You teased me, got me all riled up, and then I came up here and you…” his eyebrow twitched as he smirked. “All I’ve wanted is to be close to you however you’ll let me, and so I’m over the fucking moon right now.”

“Really?” he nods as he kisses you again. “Well, I am too,” you giggle as he nipped at your jaw, moving down to your neck. 

You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you’re both under the covers, your head resting on his chest as his fingers dance through your hair.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he finally broke the peaceful silence, glancing down at you. 

“Y-yea, I’d like that.”

“I think I need to bring you with me on all of my photoshoots if this is how they end,” he winks as you laugh into his chest. He brings his arms around you, his warm embrace filling your stomach with butterflies again. The last thing you remember is him kissing the top of your head before you doze off to sleep.

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A/N: I had plans to write other things this week, but Dieter kept yelling at me so here I am with two Working Title updates in the same week. I can’t guarantee how quickly the next one will arrive, but hopefully, this settles a bit of the slow burn we’ve been working on. There’s part two of the photoshoot in the next chapter along with another day on set filming.

Thank you for reading. I appreciate all of the kind comments, reblogs, and likes … it makes my day!

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[transfemzedaph]

context of this is that is like. joel and etho r dating and then etho started dating jimmy aswell. and joels having a crisis abt it all. [first part]

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"Joel."

"Lizzie."

She jumps up to sit on the kitchen counter next to where hes making a drink.

"Oh come on, you can at least talk to me, I'm not even part of all your boy drama."

"Lizze please just drop it."

"I won't, I'm not letting you sabotage yourself when you were finally happy." She crosses her arms and looks at him, "Besides you're all sad and lonely and it's boring and its my duty as your favourite best friend to help."

She claps her hands together as she jumps down off the counter.

"So. You sort it out." She smiles sweetly at him, "Or I lock all three of you in a room together."

"Liz-"

"See you tonight for movie night! My house this time, bring snacks!"

And then shes gone.

Well great, now Lizzie is involved as well. Aaand shes threatening him. Okay that is expected so hes not surprised by that but he does not wanna be locked in a room with them both so sort this out.

Etho first.

Maybe? What if Etho doesn't want to let Joel date other people. Yeah its unrealistic and hypocritical but Joels worries never want to listen to reason so. Jimmy first?

Nope. Nope no absolutely not. How the fuck is he supposed to go from repressing all of these feelings for Jimmy for fucking years to telling him that he- No, Joel can't even think the words. Maybe he should just tell Lizzie, she always is great at advice, especially about relationships.

Or, he can just stay right here drinking his drink and ignore all of this forever. Yeah. He'll go with that option.

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Or maybe not.

"Tell him."

"Lizzie I am not telling anyone I am in love with them. Least of all him."

She throws the popcorn at his head.

"Boring and annoying you are, just like this movie."

"You chose it."

"That doesn't matter! What matters is you saying it out loud. Do it."

Joel grumbles to himself for a bit before,

"Okay fine! I'm," Deep breath Joel, it's just Lizzie. "I'm in love with Jimmy."

Theres a clatter of well something hitting the floor and Joel opens his eyes, and looks up to see. Jimmy.

Shit.

"Jimmy! You made it!"

"You didn't say he was coming." Joel hisses at her.

She smiles back at him, "I know."

Jimmy is still just standing there, looking as beautiful as always, nope back on track, looking vaugely awkward. Because of him.

Joel pats the space on the sofa next to him.

"We should talk I think."

#original post tag #also idk this isnt that long but if i should pht it under a readmore pls say si #writing tag

[im-the-punk-who]

one chance in a lifetime (it can’t go wrong) by @bloggingbisexually

Alex smiled warmly at her and took his place at the podium. “Thank you vice-chancellor,” he said into the mic, “for everything. This place has taught me so much about friendship, loyalty, and love. But most importantly, it's taught me that the best things in life, the very best things… happen unexpectedly.” He paused for a dramatic beat. “Hit it!” he yelled. He lifted the mic from its stand and flipped the cap off of his head just as Liz’s sister Rosa flooded the hall with music.

The moment Alex’s feet touched the dock he felt something in him let go. The vice around his heart, pulling him from one adventure to the next, was finally released. He connected with the trees and the water and the birds as if they were his family. His family, in a way that his blood family never had been.

“You’re sure you’re okay here?” Forrest asked, already climbing back onto his boat.

“Yeah,” Alex breathed. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

I had the privilege to make art for this wonderful story for the @rnmbigbang this year! I was using a brand new art program and I'm super enthused about how these came out. Thank you, Kit, for trusting me with your work!!!

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[seradae]

Goo Listener [NB/unknowable? F?] [goo] [breeding??] [monsterfucking] [alcohol mention]

It took months of vetting, interviews, and personal attestations from existing members for you to even step inside. But once you were in, you were shocked by how ... Normal it seemed. It was a well-appointed lounge with lots of comfortable seating, a stocked bar in one corner, and a few dozen people mingling and chatting.

But as you walked to the bar to order a drink and steady your nerves, you began to see what was different. Wings, fur, the fleeting glimpse of fangs. They weren't kidding when they said this was a safe space for the supernatural.

You ordered your usual rum and diet, opened a tab and took a sip. The anxiety crept up, unsure of what to do, so you downed your drink and fiddled with your phone as you ordered the next. I took a seat next to you and ordered myself a Grey Goose and tonic with lemon.

I took a sip and idly stirred it around before speaking up. "First time here, I take it?" You turned toward me, looking over my head and making me giggle. It took you a second to look down to meet my gaze; I was only 4'10, with a side shave and purple hair down to my shoulders. "Sorry, I promise I'm not laughing at you, I just thought it was cute."

You chuckled softly and said, "yeah, I just got in a few days ago. Finally worked up the courage to show up."

I took another sip, smiling. "Want to know a secret?"

"Sure; don't think much would surprise me, honestly," you said as you fiddled with your straw.

"Every human who comes in here is scared, but you scare us so much more."

You cocked your head to the side, a slightly confused look on your face. "Okay, maybe I'm more easily surprised than I thought. Why?"

I took another drink and thought of how to phrase my response. "The worst case for you here is that you violate a rule and get thrown out; absolutely no one here will hurt you in a way you haven't consented to. But for us, the risk of exposure is..." I knew I didn't need to say anything more.

"True. I hope it's not rude to say, but that honestly makes me feel a lot better," you said, your cheeks beginning to flush from the alcohol. "If it's not too personal to ask, what... are you?"

I snickered and said, "I'm Liz! But you probably wanted to know about this." I reached out my arm and extended it, the skin disappeared and a gelatinous tendril took its place. I stretched it across the bar and tapped the bartender on the opposite shoulder before it shot back and turned to its human form.

You goggled at me for a moment, before downing your drink and whispering, "holy shit."

"Sorry if I freaked you out a bit," I mumbled and sipped at mine. "I know it's weird, even for here. It's part of why I usually stick with this form." I gestured to my body.

"Um, I'm really sorry I made you feel self-conscious. I'm pretty sure words just kinda failed me for a second there. That's cool as hell!" I felt myself blush as you ordered another round for us.

"Thank you," I said and grinned at you. "Want to ask me anything? Nothing's off the table."

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I held the door to a private room open, letting you inside and letting my hand linger on the small of your neck just a moment longer than needed, finally locking the door behind us. I extended my legs, growing taller than you, and pressed you up against the wall.

I kissed you tenderly at first, but you moaned into my mouth and kissed me deeper, your tongue dancing around mine. My tongue turned gelatinous, sliding further into your mouth and gently into your throat before turning back. I pulled away and looked you up and down. "Just so you know, my pretty little toy, you can breathe while my goo is in you. Well, when I want you to at least," I grinned and started stripping your clothes off, then my own.

I transformed my arms and legs into goo and swept you up, floating us both to the bed like the tide moves ships. I laid you on your back and kissed you deeply as tendrils wrapped around your legs and pulled them apart. Even more tendrils grew from me, narrow as they slid into your holes, making you whimper and moan into my mouth. They expanded, filling you as much as was safe, causing every square inch of your sensitive walls to feel my power.

I started to pulse them inside you, shrinking and expanding rhythmically, then suddenly started to fuck them in and out of you. I knew you were moaning, but my gooey tongue slid down your throat and prevented any sound from escaping.

Feeling you clench around my goo, I drove harder and faster into you, tightening my grip around your legs. As I felt you go over the edge, I stopped your airflow, only intensifying it. For you it must have felt like hours, as I watched and felt your body writhing against me in blissful agony, but a few moments later I gave your air back. I continued to fuck you into a second orgasm, then slowly shrunk the bits of me that were inside you, only to unleash a flood of warm, viscous, creamy slime.

You could feel it filling you from every direction, expanding and pleasing you in ways you knew but could never possibly explain. I held you this way as you rode out your orgasm, then slowly slithered out of you. You were panting, flushed, and thoroughly fucked, with my light blue slime dripping out of your tender pussy.

I let your legs down gently and turned back into my human form, grabbing a bottle of water and offering some to you before cuddling up against you. I stroked your hair and softly asked, "How was that, my lovely little pet?"

"Oh. My. God." You drank some more water and squeezed your thighs together. "I... Words are hard." You took a few more moments, still panting. "I have no idea what just happened, but I loved every single second."

I grinned and traced a finger down your body. "Need another demonstration? Maybe a little slower this time."

You giggled at the touch and gave me a soft kiss. "Ready when you are, miss!"

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[haerinz]

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

❥ childhood best friend wonyoung x gn!reader ❥ genre: angst, unrequited love au, hanahaki au, high school au ❥ warning: poor writing lol & not proofread, not sure if it counts but wonyoung ties ribbons in reader’s hair ❥ lmk if you feel that there are any warnings i should add ❥ word count: 0.9k ❥ this is my first written work, so please give feedback if you can!! ❥ jungwon x reader version | mlist

everything had always looked so pretty from up on the rooftop. your lunch sits forgotten on the ground as you sit with your legs hanging over the ledge. the sun shines down on you, bright and unwavering as it hits your eyes. In spite of its warmth, your heart still feels cold. and no matter the constant wiping away, your tears don’t dry. rather, they continue silently streaming down your face. although you manage to keep any noise from escaping, anyone looking closely enough would notice how your chest heaves, showing your struggle to maintain a steady breath. you gasp as the sobs rack through you but your cries are quiet. you keep it all locked up. it’s an art you’ve mastered from years of practice. unlike wonie, you never appreciated how sensitive you were. you still remember how she would always comfort you, saying that your heart was so expressive and so loving. 

you were forever happy with wonyoung, never not smiling or laughing when together. you adore her. she's everything you want and all that you wish you were. she had always tried to teach you to appreciate yourself more, but your confidence always tanked as soon as it was no longer just the two of you. it wasn’t hard to tell that no one would ever place you on the same level as her. you would never be good enough. and if you weren’t good enough to be her friend, what would anyone think of you both together? why should wonie settle for someone as lacking as you? you figured this out early on, but you were always reluctant to do anything about it. but that all changed this school year. the time had finally come when you and wonyoung were no longer together. she had been placed in class 3-A and you, in 3-B. 

“don’t worry y/n. principal kim still owes me a favor from first year, so i’ll just convince him to move me into your class.” wonyoung smiles and grabs your hands in hers, glad that she had come up with a solution. 

you cut her off before she can continue with her plan, “wonie, it’s okay. we’re not always going to be together, so maybe it’ll be nice. come on, don’t you like the idea of having new friends?”

her smile fades slightly, showing she’d been caught off-guard by your statement. you’re disappointed in yourself, knowing that you’d made her sad, but you know it’s for the best.

3 months had passed since then and you haven’t spoken to wonie since. it had been hard at first, but she eventually noticed the pattern of your frequent declining to hang out. she still says “hi” to you in the hallways, to which you can’t find it in yourself to ignore and occasionally she even tries to  invite you over, but you always refuse, claiming to have other plans. everyday at 12:25pm, you run out the classroom, heading straight to the roof. that’s where you spend your lunch period now. wonie still hasn’t found out where you disappear to and you don’t plan on her finding out anything soon. you’re doubtful if she still tries waiting for you anymore, you’re sure that her new friends would have taken her attention by now. you’re quite happy with her new friend group. liz, sullyoon and rei are a sweet group of girls, just as perfect as wonyoung. In fact, they look rather good together. 

wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you notice everything has gotten a little darker. a cloud has come and stolen away your sun, hiding its beauty from the rest of the world. the cloud looks quite pretty as you observe it; reminding you of a bow. like the little ribbons wonie would always tie in your hair during school holidays. you desperately miss her with every fiber of your being, but how can one miss what they never had. or rather, what you never should have had. wonie was never meant to be yours. you knew she was destined for bigger things and deserved better people. you should just be happy that she has others to care for her. as much it pained you to let her go, you know it’s for the best. you just need to face it. wonyoung will never reciprocate your affections. you know it in your heart that you’ll simply never be good enough.

it had always been difficult to calm yourself down after crying. the sun helps though. wonie did too, but you know that she can’t be there for you. instead, the sun takes her place, gently drying your tears. you're just starting to feel better when your chest starts to feel tight. it's getting harder to breathe as you feel something stuck in your throat. it hurts as you manage to cough it out, but it's heart wrenching to see the rose petal fall out.

❥ tysm for reading!! i hope you enjoyed <3❥ jungwon version | mlist

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[rhodeybugg]

Finally posting a bit of my writing here! Have some angst with Doll, Lizzy and Val!

°•°Nightmarish°•°

Lizzy was a light sleeper.

Despite this, Doll's movements at night never woke her up.

It was something she'd grown used to, after sharing a bed with her and being a couple for all these years. In fact, it was almost comforting, and she seemed to wake up if Doll didn't toss and turn at night.

So when Doll's frantic movements awoke her from her sleep one particular night, she knew something was wrong.

And as she sat up to get a better look, she felt her synthetic heart drop.

Doll was already sitting up, shaking and hugging herself, eyes wide and alert.

She could see the Absolute Solver symbol trying to glitch its way onto her visor as she took shaky, panicked breaths.

"...Doll?"

Lizzy put a hand on her lover's shoulder.

"Are you okay? What's going on?"

It took Doll a moment to respond, as she had to stabilize her breathing.

Her voice was translated as soon as it reached Lizzy's processors, something she'd developed after being around her for almost all of their lives.

Her voice held a terrified tone. And it shook Lizzy even more.

"The girls…..Lizzy- The girls!!"

Those were the only words it took to get Lizzy out from underneath the blankets, making a mad dash towards Suri and Valkyrie's shared rooms, Doll following very close behind.

The girls were both almost a year old, so they had been moved to their own room just down the hall from the room that Doll and Lizzy shared. It kept them close, while allowing them to have their own space.

Suri was the first one they saw, still sound asleep, sprawled out under the blankets. She was fine. Valkyrie, however, was curled up in a ball on her bed, trembling and whimpering under the covers.

Doll was the first one at her side, sitting on the edge of Val's bed, gently scooping up the smaller drone in her arms, holding her close, with Lizzy sitting beside her, holding a hand out to brush Val's hair out of her face.

Val was trembling hard enough to make Doll's arms shake. She was obviously panicked, tears staining her face, black streaks of oil dripping from her visor and down to her chin.

"Val- darling, what's wrong?"

The only response to Lizzy's hushed question was more whimpers and choked sobs from the smaller drone, and Lizzy frowned worriedly as she watched Valkyrie grip the fabric of Doll's shirt like it was the only thing keeping her tied to the world.

They moved out of the room so as not to wake Suri, both curling up on the couch in the living room area of their home, Doll still cradling Val in her arms, all while Lizzy stayed right beside them, extending a hand forward to brush her fingers through Val's long hair.

It was obvious that despite her limited word knowledge (and her ability to speak as a whole, as at this stage, she was still considered a completely untrained AI), she wanted to tell her mothers what had scared her.

But even Valkyrie, the twin that liked to babble and do her best to converse the most, had been scared to the point of being silent, still trembling fearfully in her parent's arms.

"It was just a nightmare." Doll reassured their child, leaning her head down to press her forehead against Val's.

Lizzy nodded in agreement, still playing with Val's hair comfortingly.

Doll, unfortunately, knew her pain.

It was something that came with having an activated Solver. Horrid, detailed nightmares of past events and fears of what was to come and even memories that felt like they should have been hers, but she knew were not.

Lizzy wanted so badly to help her daughter, but there was nothing she could do in this situation.

She, thankfully, had never had a reason to even want to awaken her solver. The most experience she had ever had with it was what she'd seen of Doll.

And she hated it.

"Go back to bed, Liz."

Doll leaned over to lay her head on Lizzy's shoulder, giving her a gentle peck on the cheek.

"I'll stay up with her."

Lizzy sighed.

"I wish I could do something to help."

"I know."

Doll gave her a loving smile, watching as she hesitantly stood up from her spot on the couch, stopping to lean down and give Val a little nose nuzzle.

This earned a shaky smile from Val, as she moved her head to look up at her mother.

"L-ove you, m-mama.."

This made Lizzy smile, clearly a little less worried now that Val was starting to calm down.

"I love you too, Val."

Doll watched her disappear into the hallway, before turning herself sideways, stretching out on the couch, keeping Valkyrie snuggled up to her chest.

"Do you want to talk about it, snowflake?"

Val shook her head, burying her face in the fabric of Doll's shirt.

She knew not to press her on it. Especially not with her starting to calm down. Instead, Doll laid her head back and closed her eyes, quietly beginning to hum.

It was a lullaby that her mother had sung to her when she was little. And while Doll always claimed that she didn't have a voice for singing, those that knew her well knew otherwise.

She lost track of time, but it felt like hours had passed by when she finally caught herself dozing off.

Val had finally been calmed enough to fall asleep, her little hands still holding onto Doll tightly.

She knew that as Suri and Valkyrie grew, they'd become more acquainted with the solver- they'd learn to control it and everything that came with it, as Doll had years before, but for now, they couldn't choose how it acted, or when it decided to act.

And Doll knew there was nothing she or Lizzy could do until they were older. Nothing but keep them calm and safe.

She sighed quietly, making sure not to disturb the sleeping drone on her chest, shifting around a little to get comfortable, very carefully laying a hand over Val protectivelty.

With her free hand dangling over the side of the couch, she curled her hand into a fist, waiting until she felt the familiar warmth of the solver on her fingertips, carefully flattening her hand, working her magic with the programming.

She couldn't see Val's face, but she felt her body relax. A calming aura- created by Doll's commanding of the solver, washed over her body and seeped into her circuits.

Doll smiled, satisfied with her work, knowing that Val would finish the night with peaceful dreams.

If she couldn't stop the nightmares from terrorizing her eldest daughter, Doll was damn sure going to make sure she undid the damage they caused.

#murder drones #doll x lizzy #doll murder drones #murder drones lizzy

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Destiny Quartet Season One Chapter Five

Summary: They lost their parents in an epidemic when they were only eight, their sister went missing when they were eleven, for the three Hart sisters’ life was by no means easy but they always kept looking forward. The village was peaceful and quiet, everyone was friendly and the sisters were content with what little they had. When the three of them get accepted into Gedonelune magic Royal Academy, the most prestigious magic school, they leave the village they lived in all their lives and set out to the academy. With Liz being terrible in magic and Loris being indifferent, will they be able to pass the trial? And what’s with the mysterious Dream Lillias keeps having?

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The sun began to slowly rise, its warm light peaking through the horizon as a soft, gentle breeze blew past the evergreen forest, its cool air brushing past the trees as it swayed back and forth. Quietly, Lillias walked towards the balcony, her hand gripped the curtains and gently pulled them open with one swift motion. The light slowly made its way inside and filled it with a gentle warmth. Standing there, Lillias smiled fondly as she let her smooth skin absorb the gentle sunrays, her soft blue eyes reflecting the green scenery. The young maiden had already gotten dressed into the school uniform, carefully combing her soft locks before tying them up into a side braid. She was already perfectly ready for the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

It was new and foreign to her, but she was excited, ecstatic even.

After taking her fair share of the scenery, Lillias spun around and moved towards the mirror, she looked at the image of her figure reflecting through the clear surface. Slowly, the girl began to adjust the ribbon on her uniform. Though many questions were roaming through her mind, she wasn't filled with the slightest doubt that this was the place she was meant to be in. It just felt right.

It felt… familiar even.

There were many things she wanted to do: learn magic, go to the library, and most importantly, meet her brothers. It had been a while since they last met. But firstly, she had to eat breakfast. Anything else would come after.

She couldn't possibly go on with her first day without a delicious meal to fill her stomach now can she?

The young girl elegantly spun on her heels and made her way towards Elysse; the awkward mess of a sleeping roommate. She was still deep in her dreams, hands around her familiar as she breathed softly into its fur. "Elysse, wake up," Lillias started to gently shake her roommate's shoulder hoping to wake her up. The blond simply replied with a light grumble as she tightened her grip on the blue familiar and turned around. With a small sigh, the young female tried once more, "We'll be late for breakfast."

"Breakfast...?" Elysse mumbled absentmindedly, "That's right, breakfast!" With that, she quickly pulled the cover off, rushing out of bed and stumbling onto the ground. Still tired, she got up and promptly opened her wardrobe. "I should hurry up and get ready!" she rummaged through her clothes before finally finding her Academy uniform. "You go first, I'll be there in a minute!"

Oh what do you know, she didn't stutter this time.

Lillias giggled to herself feeling slightly proud, "Don't be late okay?" With that last statement, Lillias looked in front of her and stepped out of the room. She walked through the spacious hallway, passing by a few students.

As she made her way downstairs, the first thing on her mind was not breakfast, instead, she walked around looking from left to right in search of her sisters and quietly observing her surroundings in more detail. Naturally, the place was crowded with many female students, most were divided into groups. They chatted and giggled amongst themselves. Lillias quietly looked around, not noticing she attracted the attention of a few who started whispering among themselves.

"Who's that?"

"I've never seen her around before."

"A new student maybe?"

"Her hair looks so smooth!"

"Her looks are okay… but that's probably all she's got going for her."

"Agreed, she seems like the spoiled type too."

Paying no mind to the newfound attention, Lillias proudly strolled through the hallways, head held high as she gracefully proceeded forward. "Where could those two be? I really hope they didn't oversleep on the first day…" She continued glancing at her surroundings. "Liz should be fine… but Loris…" Lillias started mumbling to herself. She knew her sisters well and Loris was definitely not an early riser.

That worried her a bit.

No… it worried her a lot.

"You are quite the sleepyhead huh Liz?" An unfamiliar voice said followed by a laugh.

Hearing her sister's name being called, Lillias glanced behind her, there she saw Liz descending the stairs along with a girl with long orange hair and amber-colored eyes. "I had a very long day after all," Liz let out an awkward laugh as she averted her eyes, she felt embarrassed by her roommate's remark. Had she really slept that much…? It didn't feel like she did.

"First days are usually like that," Amelia smiled.

"There you are!"

Without hesitation, Lillias ran towards her sister.

"Oh, Lillias." Liz glanced over at her sister.

"I am glad to see you safely found the dorms, by any chance have you seen Loris? I can't seem to find her." Lillias took a brief glance at her surroundings, "She doesn't seem to be here yet."

Liz let out a loud grumble, "Yeah...I found the dorms after some time...as for Loris I haven't seen her yet either…" she glanced around left and right trying to catch sight of a certain brunette. "Maybe she overslept."

"Sounds like something she'd do alright," Lillias let out a soft giggle, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Um…." Throughout this whole scene, Amelia just stood there confused, not sure of what to say.

Finally remembering Amelia, Lillias turned towards the orange-haired girl, "Oh my, where are my manners," she quickly straightened her posture and smiled acknowledging her presence, "My apologies, I was too engrossed talking with my sister, I hope you forgive my rudeness."

"Oh, no. I completely understand!" Amelia giggled a bit, "The name's Amelia Nile by the way, I'm Liz's roommate."

"Oh! I am Lillias Hart, my sister tends to be a bit of a handful with how naive she is but she is a good person, please do take care of her," Lillias smiled as she shook hands with Amelia.

"Of course! Don't worry I'll make sure she doesn't get herself into any more trouble!" With a smile, Amelia declared puffing her chest up.

".....why did you make me sound like the younger sibling here?" Liz couldn't help but pout slightly.

"Oh did I? But that's just how you are," Lillias placed a hand on her mouth trying to stiffen her laughter.

Joining in, Amelia started laughing as well, "Sorry Liz but compared to your sister you definitely look and act like a child."

"Jeez! Stop it you two!"

The two only laughed more as Liz's cheeks lit up in a red hoe. "Come on… I am not THAT childish…."

"Agh…so exhausting you two are as noisy as ever in the morning," Loris let out a small yawn as she walked downstairs accidentally bumping into Amelia who was standing in the way, "My bad," she mumbled, not even glancing at Amelia.

"Loris! Where are your manners? Apologize to her properly," Lillias quickly reprimanded her sister, not pleased with her actions. Of course, Loris let out a grumble, "I already apologized, didn't I?" Lillias and Liz simply sighed at the antics of their sister while Amelia just sweated profoundly, a feeling of discomfort seeping into her. Compared to Liz and Lillias, Loris was less approachable and her glare felt intimidating.

"Well, let us go eat breakfast," Trying to brighten up the mood, Lillias clapped her hands, she then grabbed onto Loris and Liz, "You join in too of course Amelia."

"Oh, I'd love to!"

"Well, then what are we waiting for?" Lillias tightened her arms around her two siblings. "Let's get going," She started dragging her siblings away. "I want to hear all about what happened to you two after we got separated!"

"Oh wait for me!" Amelia ran after the three of them.

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"Pff…" Her shoulder started shaking as she tried not to laugh, covering her mouth with her hand did little to muffle the sound and before she knew it, Lillias let it all out, laughing till her heart's content. 

"Stop laughing!" Letting out a loud grumble, Liz glared at her sister, "It was the worst day of my life!"

"Listen, Liz. You're lucky that the person you met didn't trick you into going the wrong direction, that's what's considered the worst day," Loris retorted back before taking another bite from her food, she still felt irritated just thinking about what happened. "I swear if I see that jerk again-" she stabbed her fork into the food.

"No use dwelling on what happened," Lillias cleared her throat, "I did also encounter a small predicament but it was nothing compared to you two."

"Oh, what happened?" Amelia glanced at her, curious to know, her ears perking up.

"In my case, I accidentally knocked over the shelves at the library."

"Wait what?" Loris just stared at Lillias dumbfounded, "How do you even knock over the shelves…?"

"I bumped into someone and then… it just happened."

"Seems like this is becoming a 'who had the worst day?' competition huh?" Amelia couldn't help but laugh after hearing what happened to the three sisters, she just couldn't help but find it amusing, "You three sure get yourself in some incredible situations."

Lillias simply looked at her and said a few simple words "It runs in the family."

"Quite the unique family curse I must say."

"Yeah although calling it a family curse MAY be a little excessive," Lillias chuckled softly.

"Speaking of which, does anyone know something about a moving teddy bear?" Loris gulped down her food before placing her food down and looking at the others.

"A moving what now?" Amelia just stood there, eyeing Loris suspiciously.

"A teddy bear, or at least…what looked like one…it walked past me yesterday and then ran off," Loris stated once more, she really couldn't shake the image of that thing off her mind, it was so weird and out of place.

"You sure you didn't just dream it?" Lillias asked with an amused smile. "I wasn't hallucinating damn it!" Loris grumbled, not liking her sister's tone of voice, she knew she wasn't imagining things.

"Are you sure?" Amelia said while shoving some fries in her mouth to mask her laughter.

Loris shook her head, getting irritated from all the questions and doubts, "Yes!"

"100% sure?" Lillias questioned once more, still not sure about what her sister was referring to.

"3000% percent sure."

"Eh, I still think you were half asleep Loris," Liz bluntly stated.

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The four girls walked out of the dormitory only to be greeted by the clear blue sky and the calm wind, Loris closed her eyes, letting her mind be one with nature. Peace and quiet, the two things the young woman liked the most. However, she abruptly opened her eyes and stopped hearing the murmurs and squeals of a couple of girls. When she looked in front of her, she noticed a person waiting near the entrance, there stood a certain man with blond hair.

With that blond hair and a tall dignified figure, it was almost impossible for Liz not to recognize who it was from a simple glance, "Ugh…." As soon as the realization hit her, her entire body froze solid like Ice. It was none other than Prefect Klaus standing there in all his perfect glory.

You've got to be kidding me

"Isn't that…. Prefect Klaus?" Amelia could only look in shock and surprise.

"Oh? So that's Prefect Klaus you two were talking about?" Lillias glanced back at Amelia and Liz only to see her sister hide behind Amelia and Loris giving her all the confirmation she needed.

"Whatever...let's just get going…" Loris let out a yawn.

"Hmm…" looking at him, Lillias couldn't help but notice the familiar features, "Well since he's here," she started walking straight towards him.

"Lilli-" liz's eyes widened as she found herself unable to finish her sister's name, "what are you doing?!"

Confused, Lillias simply turned around and looked at her sister, "Thanking him of course."

"Wait what?! No!"

At that moment, all Liz felt was betrayal. Her own flesh and blood had stabbed her in the back.

Ignoring her sister's dramatic moment, Lillias walked ahead toward Klaus without any fear and stopped right in front of him, "Prefect Klaus?" She called out, smiling at him. It was not only Amelia and Liz who stood dumbfounded, the moment Lillias spoke to Klaus so casually most of the girls stood there in shock and bewilderment, whispering and mumbling amongst themselves.

"Ah perfect, one of the three I was looking for," Klaus replied, earning more whispers amongst the crowd. "You must be Lillias Hart," Klaus glanced towards Lillias trying to identify her from her brother's description.

"That's right," Lillias casually replied, smiling back at him, "A pleasure to meet you. I heard from Liz that you helped her when she was lost, so I came to personally thank you."

"This is only what's expected of me, nothing more. I do not need your gratitude."

The cold voice emitted out of him sent shivers down Liz's spine, recalling yesterday was giving her nightmares.

"Just because it's what is expected of you doesn't mean you shouldn't occasionally receive the gratitude of others for properly doing those acts," Lillias simply replied, unfazed by his cold facade. "And just as this was expected of you, isn't it expected for me to thank the person who helped out my sister?"

"You are as peculiar as your brothers have made you out to be," Klaus glanced at her, noticing no hint of fear or distress, unlike the rest she did not seem the slightest bit scared of him.

"Peculiar, me?" Lillias just looked at him confused, wondering just what her siblings have said to him.

"Oh, she really went and talked to him…."

"She was always the charismatic one amongst us," Loris simply replied, covering her mouth as she yawned.

Liz was in absolute shock and bewilderment hiding behind Amelia and Loris. How could her sister do this to her and talk to the person she least wanted to see? However, as she thought about it more, she realized this was her chance to slip away unnoticed and so, she carefully started crawling out of the way, silently slipping past him.

Thank you, Lillias! I am sorry for ever doubting you!

"Hold up, bunnyhead."

The moment he called out, her hopes came crashing down. "Gyah!" Liz let out a shriek of surprise when Klaus suddenly spoke to her, her body jumping up slightly.

"Bunnyhead?" Filled with a mix of amusement and confusion, Lillias glanced back at Liz whose only response was mumbling incoherent words, Lillias couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh, even Loris joined in as she stepped forward.

"I've been waiting for you," Klaus slowly made his way towards Liz.

"Huh? Me? I, uh…"

"Yes," Klaus responded, "I am talking to you Bunnyhead. Who else?" He looked down at her.

"That's not my name, it's Liz."

"I know that," Klaus replied, his voice sounding as calm as ever.

"Th-then at least call me by my given name." Liz looked at him, feeling irritated.

"I'm calling you by a nickname, so our psychological distances can get closer," Klaus replied back looking at her with a sinister smirk.

Lillias glanced back and forth between them, enjoying the drama unfolding in front of her very eyes.

He's such a liar! Look at his smile. I won't believe anything you say looking like that.

Liz gripped her hand, trying to compose herself. The last thing she wanted was to get on Klaus's bad side, especially after witnessing how he was like yesterday, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I came to get the three of you," he bluntly stated, glancing at the three sisters in front of him, his sharp eyes assessing them, his expression cold and unchanging.

"What? Why us?" Liz almost shouted in the question.

"Logically, it would be because we are new students, plus if yesterday is any indication, we definitely need directions and if possible an orientation," Lillias glanced back at her sister, noticing her expression as it changed into a frown.

"It would seem one of you has got some semblance of a brain," Klaus smirked, enjoying Liz's reactions. "Hurry up, we're out of time."

"Where are you taking us?" Liz followed after him, giving one question after the other.

With a sigh, he glanced toward Liz, "Just be quiet and follow me. No. more. questions."

"Y…yes."

"Agh, how annoying…." Loris kept following after Klaus and Liz, mumbling from time to time. She really hated waking up early and now she had to do it every day.

"You have to get used to it, you'll be waking up this early every morning," Lillias glanced towards her sister.

"Agh, hell no," Loris grumbled loudly, "I'd rather have like…. a Night class or something, then maybe I'd think about it."

"There's no such thing, Loris," Liz looked at her sister before chuckling.

Klaus stopped and glared towards them, "I said. Keep. Quiet." They all remained silent and continued following after him.

"Um…. How far are we going?" Liz asked glancing at Klaus who didn't reply back, instead, he stared straight ahead of him. "H- hey!"

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet and follow me?" His tone showed annoyance as he finally stopped and faced them. "Or don't you understand what it means to be quiet?"

"Y- yes….sir." Liz averted her gaze and looked down.

"I can't believe I have to drag you three around first thing in the morning…. I Have the worst luck ever." Klaus mumbled, shaking his head as he started walking again.

"It IS sort of your job as a prefect though, is it not?" Lillias simply smiled as she pointed it out.

"...." Klaus didn't respond and continued leading them all through the grounds.

"Um… let me guess, you're not a morning person?" Liz curiously glanced at him. It felt like it to her, he still acted the same but something felt off, he looked more tired.

"....Shut up," Klaus glanced back at Liz, giving her a cold penetrating glare. Not only did he have to wake up earlier than usual but he also had a lot of work to do, the last thing he wanted was to act as an escort to the new students.

"Seems like that's a yes," Lillias giggled.

Can't really blame him…. I am not a morning person myself.

Loris thought to herself, keeping quiet as she simply continued following Klaus and her sisters. Occasionally, she'd glance around the building, taking in her surroundings. "We're here," Klaus suddenly announced, stopping in front of a large door. He removed his cloak, holding it with his left hand before knocking thrice on the door.

"Come in."

The four of them heard a man's voice ordering them from inside the room. Prefect Klaus twisted the door knob and heaved the door open, the massive rusty old door creaked as its hinges swung open. Following in Prefect Klaus' footsteps, the three sisters walked inside, their cloaks trailing behind them.

At the center of the room stood three teachers but one familiar presence stopped them in their tracks, "You're…" Liz Stiffened, her eyes wide from shock. Standing before their very eyes was the Academy's headmaster; The great mage Randolph. He stood there with a welcoming smile, greeting them with a simple nod, his brown eyes staring directly at them. "Headmaster Randolph!" Liz practically shouted.

"Indeed that is I. It is wonderful to see all of you, especially you Lillias Hart," Randolph took a brief glance towards Lillias.

"It's my honor to be given a chance to attend this academy," Lillias replied, closing her eyes as she gave a slight bow in respect to the headmaster.

"You four, come closer." A man with black hair stood next to Headmaster Randolph, a bitter expression etched onto his face as he addressed them, his arms folded in front of him. He wore long, black garments and had a dark aura radiating from him.

Liz glanced at her siblings briefly before reluctantly stepping forward with the others, she gripped her hands tightly and eyed Headmaster Randolph, "Tha-Thank you so much for inv… inviting me to this stool! I mean school, ACADEMY!" She stuttered out, trying hard to keep herself calm but she was failing miserably.

Ohhh… I screwed up big time….

She wanted to facepalm, she wanted to curse her luck. Of course, she'd mess up in front of the headmaster of all people. Could there be anything more embarrassing than that?

Randolph started to laugh, "What an interesting girl we have here."

"Indeed," The other man chuckled, "quite the unique girl that set foot into the academy, wouldn't you say?" his red eyes held a glimmer of amusement.

"I'm… so sorry," Liz mumbled, her face glowing red from embarrassment.

Lillias bit her lips, fighting the urge to laugh, it was just too amusing to resist, she heard her sister let out a small sigh beside her.

"Don't embarrass me in front of the Headmaster." Klaus glared at Liz sharply.

"Aww… I am…sorry…" the brunette shrieked back.

"We all make mistakes," the man with black hair and red eyes chuckled, glancing back at the young wizards. "You need not fret over it too much, this is just your first day after all."

"Now that you're here, I'd like to personally welcome you to Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy, I wish you a fruitful stay from the bottom of my heart." Randolph's warm smile never left his face.

"Thank you, the three of us are honored to be here." Liz straightened up, trying her best to hold onto her composure. One embarrassing moment in front of the headmaster was enough for a lifetime.

"I am the headmaster Randolph and those two right here…" Randolph glanced over at his two companions.

"I am a professor at the academy, Conrad Schuyler." The man in black introduced himself.

"Pleased to meet you." Liz bowed slightly.

"And I am Zen Reinhard, a new professor in the academy," the red-eyed man glanced over at the sisters. "Like you three, today is my first day."

"Oh… is that so?" Liz looked at the man surprised.

"Well then back to business," Randolph cleared his throat, "I brought you here today for one purpose, that is you must be told one more thing before you three begin your life here."

"Yes sir," Lillias straightened up as she focused on what the headmaster was about to say.

"You must understand the buddy system." He went on.

"What… is a buddy?" Liz asked, confusion clear in her voice. "Buddies are a pair of students randomly selected from all of the students in the academy, to put it simply, buddies are partners." The headmaster clarified with a slight chuckle.

"Partners? What for?" Loris glanced over at Randolph. "When two students with favorable conditions meet, their emblems react and thus are chosen," Schuyler said with a stern tone. "From then on, students share the same fate. If one student's grades deteriorate, the other will fall as well," Zen went on as he walked towards the sisters, "To that end, partners are encouraged to work together so they both may do well."

"However it is not that easy to find a buddy, some students graduate without ever finding one as such you shouldn't worry yourself about it too much," Randolph assured the sisters.

"Yes, I understand." Liz nodded.

"That is all you three need to know about buddies for now, do any of you have any questions?" Randolph took a brief glance at his new students. "Yes… it's not about the buddies though, is that okay?" Liz hesitated for a brief moment.

"What is it?" Randolph asked, patiently waiting for her question.

"I was just wondering how a novice Wizard like me was chosen for the Academy… I can sort of understand Lillias and Loris, they each have their own talents but me... " Liz trailed off awkwardly as she tried to express herself in words. "Hmm…" Randolph thought for a moment before smiling, "Listen here Liz, you mustn't judge a book by its cover."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Liz asked, more confused than before. "Some things are better explained if you discover the answer yourself." The headmaster chuckled slightly.

"I see.." Liz let out a soft sigh. "I take it that you heard about the scale of judgment from Klaus?" Randolph inquired. "Yes I was told about this and that our acceptance is provisional…." Liz trailed off, a troubled look on her face.

"Correct, your fate will be determined on the 13th day of your trial period." Randolph confirmed, "But do not worry, stay true to your heart and many paths will open to you."

"Stay true..?" Liz echoed, doubtfully looking up at the older man.

"To my heart?" Loris asked, "What does that even mean?"

"You three tell me something," The headmaster ignored the question as he stepped forward, a small smirk on his face, "What does magic mean to you?"

"Meaning... of magic?" Lillias mumbled as she exchanged glances with her two siblings, yet all three of them remained silent. 

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Loris: "The meaning of magic? Listening to your heart? What the hell is this headmaster talking about?"

Elias: "As he stated, those are answers you're better off finding on your own."

Loris: "Agh… that's such a pain…"

Elias: "Moving on… The Hart sisters are ready take their first official class but something unexpected happens. Next time, "Most Dreadful Buddy"... that doesn't sound reassuring…" 

Loris: "....... By the way, who the hell are you?" 

Elias: "NOW you ask?!"  

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#wizardess heart #lillias hart #wh #wh+ #loris hart #swd wh #wizardess heart oc #wizardess heart+ #shall we date wizardess heart #shall we date wizardess #wizardess heart fanfic #Destiny Quartet

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Spacegirl

Chapter 4

Series Pairing: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character

CW: Violence and gore 

Series Status: In Progress

Word Count: 4.1K

Below the surface of the lake the two are dragged kicking and flailing down towards a vibrant red, eye-like gash in the lakebed. The crimson light pierces through the inky blackness, illuminating the black tendril gripping Steve's ankle. He lets go of her arm and tries to knock her back but she hangs on to his wrist, shaking her head, eye’s wild with not only fear but determination as well. They’re pulled violently into the gate and flung across the unexpectedly dry and hard ground, Liz skidding to a stop against a twisted wreck of an ancient boat, the wind knocked from her lungs. 

While she lays there gasping Steve staggers to his feet, taking in the horrifying world around them, black tendrils snake across the dusty, cracked ground as red lightning splits the sky with ear shattering thunder, just barely above the roar of the storm shrill cries can be heard and he whips his head around seeing small shapes speeding in their direction. He stumbles over to where Liz is laying, grabbing an oar from the crumbling boat and stands over her protectively

“You good?” He shouts “Cause we’ve got company!” 

She rolls to her side sucking in a sharp breath just as the first bat swoops down, Steve swinging wildly and knocking it to the side 

“What the fuck is that?!” She gasps looking around wildly for something to use as a weapon. Her eyes land on a gnarled piece of driftwood off to the side and she leaps to grab it just as Steve is grabbed by the tail of one of the bats, dragging him to the ground by his neck, the oar clattering to the ground just out of reach.

“Steve!” she screams, lunging at the bat and swinging the driftwood angrily only to feel a small, leathery body collide heavily into her and throw her to the side. She can feel the little bastard clawing and biting into her shoulders and back as she thrashes wildly, trying desperately to beat it off; Steve screaming in pain beside her. 

Shit, is this it? She thinks fearfully, feeling the hot agony of the bat's claws raking her shoulders as it tries to get purchase on her neck with its fangs, just out of reach of her swinging staff. Goddammit! 

Suddenly voices pierce the screeching and the weight is flung off of her, she spins around to see the soaking form of Eddie, stabbing viciously down with a broken oar, crushing the head of the bat with a violent scream. Behind him she can see Nancy and Robin tearing two of the bats away from Steve's abdomen. The screech of another bat launching itself at her rips her attention away and she swings, feeling the blow connect and crumple the demonic beast with great satisfaction. Breathing heavily she looks over to where Steve is now standing, grabbing the tail of the bat that had been latched around his neck and swinging it several times, crushing the creature into mush. With a final, visceral tear he drops the now-halved bat carcass, looking around, breathing heavily; blood dripping from his open mouth. 

Suddenly the screeching is gone, the thunder booming overhead as the group runs together, Nancy carefully examines the wounds covering Steve's stomach with concern as Robin crouches beside the dead bat on the ground. Eddie's face is twisted in horror at the torn sweater across Liz's back and the blood quickly seeping into it as her eyes flicker fearfully over Steve and to the sky, not even noticing her mangled back over the numbing adrenaline. “Are you okay?” Nancy mutters shakily, eye’s fixed to the torn flesh across Steve's abdomen

“Well, they took about a pound of flesh. But other than that, yeah, never better.” He chuckles with a wince

“Uh no, neither of you are” Eddie snaps, hands dancing in the air as he motions to the girl beside him, not sure what to do as she just looks at the group in shock, her nails biting into the rotting flesh of the driftwood she still has tightly in her grip.  

“Oh my god Liz” Nancy gasps, noticing the blood soaking the torn yellow sweater. 

“Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?” Robin's voice snaps all eyes to her as she pokes the bats corpse with a stick, looking up at them with huge, childlike eyes full of anxiety “It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should get you to a doctor soon. because once symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already dead.” 

Liz’s laugh makes everyone jump slightly, turning with confusion. “Sorry, sorry, this is really just so insane…..you’re right, we do need to get to a hospital or something.” 

Familiar screeching can be heard in the distance as a cloud of bats makes their way to the gate and the group look between themselves, realising they are in absolutely no condition to fight their way back through that gate and take on any more of the awful creatures. 

“The woods. Come on.” Nancy shouts and the group hurriedly makes their way to the cover of the gnarled woods. Taking the now familiar route back to Skull Rock they scurry into the alcove at the base of it as the shrieks of the bats are heard gaining steadily behind them. Everyone huddles close, trying to make themselves as invisible as possible; bodies pressed together, welcoming the comfort and warmth in the horrifying situation. The swarm suddenly takes off, called away by an unseen force and the group lets out a collective breath. 

“That was close.” Robin mutters from where she’s squashed behind Eddie

“Too close” Nancy agrees over Steve's shoulder as the group slowly crawls out from their hiding spot 

Liz groans, sinking to the ground beside the rock with a stuttering laugh as the adrenaline ebbs and she begins to feel the full effect of the bat attack and the now burning pain in her ankle “You know Steve, you’re becoming real bad for my health” 

“You’re the one that wouldn’t let go” He chuckles, standing up and stumbling, dizzy from the loss of blood. Nancy scurries over to him, grabbing his arm face scrunched in worry

“I'm fine. I'm fine.” He reassures her 

“No, no, no. You're not. You're losing blood.” She starts, noticing the blood seeping between his fingers and carefully leads him over to a rock “Come on, sit. All right?” 

Liz watches as Nancy helps Steve sit on the ground, letting out a painful grunt as he screws his eyes shut. When Steve removes his hand from his lower belly, she can see the deep bite marks from the bats and she lets out a wince, assuming her back is in similar shape, biting the corner of her mouth, her shoulder throbs with pain. 

Robin lets out a breath,her eyes wide as she looks between Steve and Liz “So the good news is I'm pretty sure wooziness is not a symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me, let me know.” 

“Robin.” Steve stops her

“Yeah?” 

“I kinda wanna punch you.” He groans 

“Sense of humour is still intact. That's a good sign.” Liz mumbles as the group chuckles tensely. 

Liz waits while Nancy is patching Steve up before removing the remnants of Steve's sweater, moving to lift the tattered Shirt underneath as well before Nancy stops her, clearing her throat and giving the boys warning looks. Liz laughs quietly with a wince seeing them and Robin quickly avert their gaze as Nancy tears strips off the shirt to wrap over and across her bloody shoulders. Looking at the mess of fabric Liz manages to reconstruct what’s left of the Tshirt into a bit more of a cropped, halter top, some relief from having fabric rub against the bandages. Eddie's eyes nearly pop out of his head when he turns around, seeing her in just his sweatpants hanging low on her hips and a scrap of fabric with the iron maiden logo tied in some semblance of a shirt, leaving little to the imagination. If they weren’t in literal hell he would not know what to do with himself. Robin jams a sharp elbow in his ribs with a knowing smirk, shaking him out of his thoughts with a low grunt. Directing his eyes back to the miserable environment around them and heaving himself up the side of the rock he looks out into the roiling storm in the distance. 

“So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” He calls down 

“Pretty much.” 

He shakes his head and turns to scramble back down the side 

“Wait, watch out for the vines.” Nancy quickly calls “It's all a hive mind.”

“It’s a what” He stops dead, staring around at the vines curling around his feet 

“All the creepy crawlies around here. They're, like, one or something.” Steve calls up weakly “Step on a vine, you're stepping on a bat, you're stepping on Vecna.”

Eddie picks his way more carefully down, avoiding the grimey black tendrils snaking around the rock “Shit. 

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people?” Eddie calls down

“As far as we understand it, yeah.”

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.” Robin starts excitedly, eye’s lighting up

“I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin.” Steve shakes his head but stops thinking suddenly “But guns, yeah, sure.”

“Well, we don't have to go all the way downtown for guns.” Nancy states with calm confidence “I have guns in my bedroom.”

Eddie nearly chokes at the statement “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?” 

“Full of surprises, isn't she?” Robin chuckles, looking over at her 

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” She shrugged

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” Steve shuffles up behind her, his gaze oddly soft for the strange statement. 

“You almost deserved it.” She rolls her eyes playfully with a small smile, the two share a long, tender look before Eddie rolls his eyes, Liz and Robin quietly giggling behind him as he shrugs out of his vest and chucks it at Steve “For your modesty, dude.” 

Suddenly the ground begins shaking beneath their feet, Liz’s shaky legs buckling beneath her and sending her sprawling towards a pile of vines, Eddie's arm snakes around her waist and he pulls her back against him as they fall to the ground. They look around wildly, seeing Steve has Nancy clutched to his chest with one arm and Robin by the back of her jacket, pressed against the rock as the rumbling fades. They are about to breathe a sigh of relief when a deep growling echoes through the depths of the forest, followed by the chitter of hidden beasts, the five looking at each other panicked.

Nervously the group pick their way through the dark, tiptoeing over the large black vines coiling over the ground, following Nancy in the direction they can only assume is her house. 

“Couldn't we have tried a road, or something just slightly less creepy?” Robin shivers, glancing around at the foreboding trees.

“I think we're getting close. We're almost out of here. Don't worry.” Nancy says assuringly, helping Liz over a pile of vines as Eddie hovers close by. A branch catches her pant leg and she pitches forward slightly, Nancy catching her before the over protective metalhead can, and leads her forward. Steve hangs back a couple steps and calls him over with a smirk. 

“Eddie. Eddie. Hey, man. Uh… Listen, I just, I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there.” 

“Shit. You saved your own ass, man.” Eddie grins, shaking his wild mane “I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.”

“Ozzy?” 

“When you took a bite out of that bat. Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath?” He shakes his head with exasperation “He bit a bat's head off onstage. It's very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying.”

“Thanks” Steve laughs as Eddie awkwardly looks at his feet, ruffling his hair before letting out a huff. 

The two boys chat quietly as they walk, Eddie admitting that he was jealous of how well off Steve was and that he didn’t want to accept that on top of all of that he might actually be a good dude, invalidating all the hate he’d held for the boy over the years. 

“I’m still super jealous as hell by the way which is why I would never have jumped in that lake to save your ass, not under any normal circumstances… I don’t care what Liz says, outside of D&D I am no hero. I see danger and I run.” 

“Give yourself a break man” Steve chides, the idea of not running in the face of an unknown horror like Vecna an absolute joke. 

Eddie suddenly stops, clapping a hand down on Steve's shoulder to halt him, his eyes serious.

“The only reason I came in here was 'cause those ladies came in straight after you. I almost didn’t…. Even though-” He cuts himself off, clearing his throat as his eyes flick over Liz limping between the two other girls before shaking his head and continuing “Wheeler right there, she didn't waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in. Now, I don't know what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would get her back. 'Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.” 

Steve's gaze lingers over Nancy for a moment  with a miserable sigh before noticing the way Eddie's eyes trace over the girl in the middle, a sly grin spreading across his face. 

“I could say the same thing right back you know” He jabs

“What?” 

“Oh come on, you’re not subtle you know. She doesn’t seem to mind either” Steve pats his shoulder, picking up his pace to catch up to the girls.

“Wha- Hey!” Eddie stammers, running his hand through his hair, trying to fight the smile tugging at his lips before jogging forward to catch up to the group. 

Suddenly the ground shakes with a rumble, the team stumbling and catching themselves on each other.

“Here we go again.” Eddie growls through gritted teeth 

“Second on my list of least favourite things, earthquakes.” Robin pipes up, arms locked around Liz’s “Seriously, I'm unsteady enough as it is.”

Nancy suddenly takes off running, disappearing over a small hill.

“Nancy!” The group calls, picking up the pace as she breaks out of the forest, the crumbling upside-down version of her house coming into view across a small field. 

The teens pick their way carefully into the building, avoiding the vines and holding their breath as a cloud of dust and ash is kicked up from the opening door. 

“Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler.” Robin whispers, shining the flashlight over the grimey surfaces 

“Come on. I don't want to stay here longer than we have to.” Nancy urges as they make their way quickly to the second floor. Halfway up the stairs Liz notices Steve suddenly become distracted, stopping and then carefully picking his way back down the stairs, she pauses and follows him back down to the main floor curiously 

“Uh you good St-” 

“Shh!” He hisses, listening intently and moving slowly around the main floor, Liz trailing him with a worried expression 

“Dustin! Dustin!” Steve suddenly shouts, nearly startling Liz out of her skin. 

The upstairs group jumps as well, hearing the shouts and whipping around noticing the absence of the two. Eddie’s eyes go wide and he’s launching himself down the stairs, skidding to a halt beside Liz, looking around for a threat.

The other two come to a stop behind her, looking curiously at Steve who is looking around wildly, shouting the boy's name. 

“What is he doing?” Nancy asks with concern 

“I don’t know” Liz shrugs 

“Maybe he really does have rabies.” Robin pipes up, genuine concern lacing the comment 

Steve suddenly spins back to the group, flashlight blinding them momentarily as his hands bigen flailing wildly 

“He's here. Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like…  He's in the walls or something. Just listen.” The group goes silent before Liz’s eyes light up, the faintest sound of the boy’s voice can be heard faintly echoing somewhere in the house. 

“That brings us to the question you first raised.”

“Holy shit…” She breathes

“What do Eleven and Vecna have in common?”

One by one the mouths of the rest of the group drop open as they too hear the voices peek through the planes. 

“Dustin!” Robin shouts into the air as the rest follow suit, wandering the empty rooms calling for the boy with no response. 

“All right, either this kid can't hear us or he's being a total douchebag.” Steve throws his hands up in exasperation, wincing at the pull of his wounds. 

“Will found a way” Nancy murmurs, coming up behind him, a thought dancing behind her eyes

“What?”

“Will. He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights.” She thinks out loud, the rest of the group trailing curiously behind her as she makes her way over to a lamp in the living room.

“Oh my god, you’re right” Liz breathes, remembering her friend's brilliant idea when her character had gotten trapped, it had even surprised the dm. Nancy pulls the lamp cord to no effect while Liz scrambles over to the light switch on the wall, yelling to the rest “Guys try the lights” 

The group scurries around trying switches before Eddie comes to a halt in the middle of the dining room 

“Uh.. Guys! Are you seeing this?” Liz comes up behind him curiously, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket and tilting her head to follow his eye line as the rest join them. Above them, floating around the metal spokes of the chandelier is a glittering, pulsating energy. The group stare at it in wonder, hearing Dustin's voice coming through stronger. In a trance Liz reaches up to wave her fingers delicately through the particles, the others tense for a moment, fully expecting it to blow up in their faces. After several seconds of seeing no adverse effects, one by one they all reach up in wonder, letting the glittering dust dance between them. 

“It…tickles” Steve breathes

“It kinda feels good.” Liz giggles, Eddie glances down at her with a grin, losing himself for a moment in the galaxy of glittering stars swimming in her wide blue eyes. Her gaze flickers over to him and she giggles again, the dim red glow hiding the rosy blush spreading across her cheeks. 

“Does anyone know Morse code?” Nancy suddenly perks up, whipping around to look at the group who just shake their heads with an apologetic no. 

“Wait, does SOS count? Is that… is that good?” Eddie asks hesitantly, like a kid offering help to a bunch of grown ups.

“That’s perfect!” Liz laughs, tugging on his sleeve with a grin. He bites his lip to hide his excited grin as the group looks back at him, bringing his hand back into the glowing cloud and tapping out S..O..S.. 

“You said you followed Vecna through lights, right?” After a minute the garbled voice of Erica can be heard and the group grins triumphantly.

“It's working!” Steve shouts as Robin shakes Liz's shoulders in excitement

“Hey, uh, remember when I said they wouldn't be stupid enough to go through Watergate? I overestimated them.”

“Oh screw you Henderson!” Eddie and Steve shout in unison, glaring at the chandelier. The girls look between each other and burst out laughing. 

With a little difficulty and a lot of sass Dustin manages to relay their idea to try something with the lite-brite they snatched from Nancy’s sister and meet the group in Mike's bedroom upstairs. Nancy rechecks Steve's bandages while Liz sits quietly on the edge of the bed, Robin helps re-bandage her ankle while Eddie hovers awkwardly close behind her. 

“Seriously Munson, you wanna do this or something?” She hisses, rolling her eyes up at him

“What?! It’s a valuable life skill now that I'm living in some kind of scooby doo universe” He snaps back, Liz smiles, watching them quietly. There is something so strikingly familiar in the way these people interact, in the way they move, it was like being home… Her thoughts are interrupted by the tickling warmth against her arm and she realises another cloud of particles has formed beside her. 

“Guys!” She pipes up as Dustin's voice breaks into the room 

“ …seeing this?” 

“Fucking brilliant!” Robin breathes as Nancy settles on the floor in front of the cloud, Waving her hand through it and hearing a chorus of warbled cheers

“we're gonna unplug it. Stand by.” 

The cloud dims but doesn’t go away 

“Try it now.” 

Nancy takes a breath before dragging her finger through the cloud, forming an H….I… 

More cheering is heard causing the upside down crew to laugh and grin at each other. “That worked!” 

S….T….U….

“Stu…stupid” 

“Oh for-” Steve rolls his eyes, Eddie shaking his head in exasperation 

C…K….

“Stuck…Stuck! They're stuck in the Upside Down! -can't get back through Watergate?” 

“What the hell's Watergate?” Steve frowns looking around at the group as Liz shakes her head with a laugh 

“'Cause it's in water and it's a gate.” She groans with a smile

“That's cute.” Eddie smirks, crouching and leaning against the bed beside Liz’s knee’s

Y…E…S…

“Can’t you come back the way you came from?” 

G…U…A…R…D…E…D

“Okay. Uh, Watergate's guarded….We think we have a theory that can help with that.”

The group cheers as Nancy sits back on her heels with a smile 

“Genius Child!” Robin cheers only to be shushed quickly lest they miss what Dustin is saying

“We think Watergate isn't the only gate. …ery murder site.” The sentence cuts out and the group looks at each other confused  

“Does anybody understand what he's talking about?” 

“Nope” 

“No idea” 

…?...

“Okay. Seriously? How many times do I have to be right on the money before you trust me?” Dustin's exasperated cry comes through loud and clear, the group glaring at the glowing particles, Steve and Eddie gaping at each other like the parents they are. 

“Jesus Christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check.” 

“It's his tone. Right?” 

“Ok so… Gate at every murder site… The last two were all the way up by Lover’s Lake… Eddie, how far is your trailer from here?” Nancy puts the pieces together before the rest do, glancing over at Eddie.

Liz looks down at the boy crouched by her knee, feeling him shiver at the idea of having to go back to where this nightmare had started for him, eyes staring off into nothing. Gently she places a hand over where his his is resting on the bed “Eddie?” 

He jolts slightly, swallowing heavily as he looks at the rest “Seven miles.”

The group frowns grimly, it’s not a short distance especially with all the monsters, it would take forever to get there on foot…especially with Liz’s ankle slowing them down.  

“Nancy?” Robin breaks the group's miserable thoughts suddenly “Uh, I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven't you always had bikes?” 

A smile graces her face as she realises she’s right and the group hurriedly makes their way down to the garage to find 4 bikes parked neatly in the corner. She frowns suddenly, realising the problem 

“Shit, Holly couldn’t ride a bike yet” She curses

“Can’t Liz just ride on the back of one? Her ankle’s fucked any ways so she would have trouble keeping up anyways” Steve shrugs, pulling one of the bikes out and gesturing to the basket on the back. Eddie snatches the bike from him, pulling it up beside her with a flourish 

“Your chariot my lady” He grins as Robin and Steve roll their eyes in unison, groaning. Nancy pinches both their arms with a whisper

“Shut up, it’s sweet” 

“Oh yeah sure, the fugitive and a time traveler” He hisses back “It’s the plot to a bad porno” 

She gapes at him with a heavy swat to the arm causing him to wince painfully with a gasp as Eddie and Liz look back with concern.

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[voidsentprinces]

Oh a new Marvel movie huh. Time to bring out my list of Marvel movie opinions. Iron Man was just an okay movie. Iron Man II is just an okay movie that trucks along randomly before remembering to have a finale. First Avenger was super weird, it reminded me of Bioshock: Infinite in its cardboard cut out approach to Americana but with the second motherfucking World War. Incredible Hulk is a weirdly pace, all over the place mess. Thor is a weirdly paced, all over the place mess. The Avengers was an okay movie that somehow made staying keeping the main case in one location for long periods of time, actually managable and somewhat interesting but hey, not everyone can be Twelve Angry Men. Iron Man 3 was an all over the place mess with a bad pay off and even worse ending like what the fuck did I just watch? Thor 2 was an all over the place mess that initially seemed to have an idea to start but didn’t really follow through on any of it. Winter Soldier was actually pretty good, feels tight and well paced and doesn’t try to make me feel all warm and fuzzy for its American Cheese Brand World War II. Guardians of the Galaxy was an all over the place mess. Avengers: Age of Ultron was an all over the place mess, where Joss Whedon was saying the quiet parts out loud in a lot of places. Ant-Man was pretty decent, got a couple chuckles out of me kind of wish they went either full heist movie a la Oceans Eleven or Superhero Origin but not like...both and the character of Hope is grossly underutilized and doesn’t deserve half the shit her dad throws at her. Civil War seems to also just truck along randomly like Iron Man II it wants to set up things to happen after the conflict rather than focusing on the conflict and letting other movies deal with their individuals for the fall out of it all. Doctor Strange was like okay and weirdly unfocused. Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 was actually pretty good and is the first instance of a Marvel Film getting an emotion reaction out of me. Spider-Man: Homecoming has the Iron Man 3 issue of contriving reasons for Peter’s God Mode not to be used and its really annoying at times. Michael Keaton was probably the best performer in that entire movie. Also I feel bad for Liz more than any other character in this film. Thor: Ragnarok is the Fast and the Furious of the Marvel franchise. Guardians Vol. 1 tried to be Thor: Ragnarok. But Thor: Ragnarok is just turn your brain off have dumb fun don’t worry where this takes us in the grand scheme of things. Which is a breath of fresh air. Black Panther was actually a really good film. Like Winter Soldier it feels tight and focused and well paced. The CG is kind of wonky near the end but it isn’t so distracting that it took away from the rest of the story. Avengers: Infinity War took the all over the place messes that Marvel has been running with for some time at this point and actually made it palatable. Also we need more Bad Guys Win movies. Still just okay for me, Josh Brolin literally carried that movie. Ant-Man and the Wasp is like Thor: Ragnarok in just being dumb fun. Its just dumb fun. I wasn’t wowed by anything. The villains ultimately were just plot padding cause they needed another Ant-Man movie before Endgame. So it was just dumb fun. Which in the ever grossing pile of mediocrity and all over the place messes that is the Marvel films at this point is a bright light in a sea of wallpaper paste. Captain Marvel was alright. It had some really good focused areas but then kind of floundered in other areas. Also “I’m Just A Girl” by No Doubt is officially on my list of things I didn’t know could go to fight scenes. Avengers: Endgame, this movie is focused and then unfocused from scene to scene but like Rogue: One I’ll look up the final battle more than the actual movie. Spider-Man: Far From Home is an all over the place, weirdly paced mess of a movie with a stinger at the end to make you think it was actually worth the trip. Black Window is an all over yada yada yada Shang-Chi’s first half was actually pretty good. I didn’t know where the narrative was headed next, the narrative felt tight focusing on the siblings, their father, and how the loss of their mother shaped their whole lives with Katy along for the ride as the odd one out who was also pretty neat. However it was eventually let down by going from a sort of grounded in reality narrative and ending up in the mythical land of CG monsters and a hamfisted finale that felt like the entire place could of been saved for a sequel. It full felt grounded in reality using its legends and mythology to reinforce itself. Which brings it down from actually pretty good to just a decent film. Its a good run up but sticking that landing? Not so much. Eternals, what the fuck did I just watch? Spider-Man: No Way Home, All the Villains carried this movie. Like its Spider Man but somehow made me not care about Spider Man until the last 10 minutes of the movie. Wandavision is an all over the yada yada yada Loki is an all over yada yada yada “What if...?” is an all over the place mess that forces itself to have an Avengers at the end of the First Season. But also being an anthology is kind of its thing. So hits and misses all around are to be expected. Moon Knight is an alright series with actually an indepth look at grief, abuse, but still feels like its trying to make dissociative identity disorder a super power. While only half making its effects seem like the illness it is. But I have neither the perspective nor the experience to speak on that any further than this. So I won’t. Hawkeye is waiting around for KingPin to show up because like Josh Brolin in Infinity War, a few minutes with Vincent D'onofrio is better than the last few episodes of Marvel pushed through a Community Board Meeting. Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness: How many fucking times are they going to kick Wanda while she’s down, like fucking shit man. I hope Thor: Love & Thunder is another bright dumb fun in the sea of wall paper paste. Ms. Marvel hasn’t finished so I cannot weigh in on anything about it.

[thelizaxlevin]

When: Friday June 2nd

Where: Liza and Sterling’s home in Aurora Bay Drive

Who: Liza Levin and @wesxevans (and some @sterlingxlevin)

Notes: Liza isn't able to get ahold of Wes during the Ocean Crest fire and she fears the worst.

liza levin Liza didn't mean to nap as long as she had, she'd wanted to go over to Wes' tonight to spend the night, and she'd promised Rina she'd show her how to make pancakes from scratch over the weekend, so all in all, it was going to be a good weekend as far as she was concerned. So when she woke up and saw it was nighttime she jumped out of bed, shooting Wes an apology text and not really looking at any other messages she'd gotten as she rushed to put on shoes and headed downstairs. "Sterl? You should've woken me up! I told you I wanted to go to Wes' tonight." She said it loudly as she came down the stairs, panicked as she tried to remember where her purse and her keys were when she finally spotted her sister in the living room....pacing? And her phone was in her hand. Liza felt a little bit of worry creeping into her as she stopped and blinked at her, "Sterling? ..You okay?"

Sterling Levin sterling wasnt sure how to handle a situation like this. She didn’t want to stress Liza out at all but she really couldn’t get ahold of Wes. The news was covering the fires in town and Sterling was desperately calling Wes over and over again. There was apart of her that was even considering going over to the apartments herself. Surely he was fine, right? But the problem was that the fire even started on his floor, so Sterling was really starting to feel like a total wreck. Sterling heard Liza coming down stairs and she immediately felt a wave of wanting to protect her older sister and her future niece or nephew. A frown pulled at Sterling’s lips as he clenched her phone in her hand before walking towards Liza. “Liza? I’m sure everything’s fine, okay? But… the-“ god how should she say this? “There’s a fire at the apartments. But, please, don’t panic. They’re getting it under control!”

liza levin Liza looked at her sister as she came closer, confused- and so focused on her she didn't realize what was being said on the tv in the room. And finally when Sterling did speak, Liza kind of felt her world tilting on its axis a bit. "Wait..wh..what?" The words breathed out of her like she'd been punched in the gut and she needed a moment to fully digest the words. Fire. Apartments. Wes. She looked to the tv then, her eyes widening and her heart lodging itself in her throat as she looked at live coverage of the apartment building engulfed in smoke, people rushing out. There was screaming, panic on the screen... Wordlessly, and with her fingers shaking, Liza picked up her phone and tried to dial Wes' number, fumbling with the screen for a second before she held the phone up to her ear, looking up at Sterling worriedly. "Wh...Why isn't he answering... He always answers me.."

Sterling Levin “Liz..” Sterling breathed as she moved to lead Liza to sit down. “I- I don’t know. I’ve been trying to call him, but I’m sure he’s fine! He just— I’m sure he couldn’t grab his phone before they evacuated. I’m sure he’s on his way here right now. So while he’s on the way, you need to try to stay calm, okay?” Now sterling was cupping her sister’s face with her hands so she’d look at her. “Think about the baby right now, okay? You need to stay calm for the baby and for Wes, okay? He wouldn’t want you worried about him.” Sterling was desperately trying to keep Liza calm and trying not to panic herself. She wasn’t a big fan of wes’ but that didn’t mean she wanted anything horrible to happen to him, especially since he meant to much to Liza. “I called daddy, and he’s on his way to the apartments since I couldn’t get ahold of wes. It’s okay though.. just… try to stay calm.” And at Sterling’s words, she moved her hand to rest on Liza’s belly. “He’s going to be okay, Liz.”

liza levin Liza didn't realize it off the bat but her breaths were coming in short and shaky, her fingers trembling around her phone as she lowered it, about to try and call him again when she realized what Sterling had said. I've been trying to call him. "H-How long has this...--why didn't you wake me up?!" Liza was definitely starting to hyperventilate then, panic and fear flooding through her and it wasn't until Sterling was grabbing her face that she tried to focus-- but even then tears began clouding over her vision as she started to cry. Things were good right now. Her dad knew she was pregnant, she and Wes were figuring it all out, she was happy... Why was it that whenever she was happy, a wrench had to be thrown into it? "Wh..What if he's not? What if..--" she cut herself off, a little sob bubbling out of her as she glanced to the chaos on the tv and then she shook her head, looking down as she was still breathing raggedly, nearly even swaying on the spot. "I...I can't....I can't lose him.."

Sterling Levin "You won't! Please trust me. Dad is going to find him. I'm sure that in the chaos of it all he just lost his phone or something, and the moment he can he will walk through our front door or be a weirdo and come through the window. Liz, I promise, he's going to be okay. But right now I need you to focus on you, okay? Focus on you and your baby, because you need to calm down and just breathe, alright?" It was then that Sterling asked Liza to breathe with her, and she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly with her. "Just breathe."

Wes Evans Wes had lost his phone in the panic, and by the time he got to his apartment, there were flames inside. His immediate thought went to Rina, so he called out to her only to have no response. Then he thought of his helpless little kitten and how she must be terrified. Wes began searching the room frantically as he looked for Aurora, knowing he couldn't possibly leave the poor thing in here. He grabbed the carrier and threw it somewhere he could easily find it again, but continued searching for his cat. Finally he found her, hiding in a corner underneath his bed, in which he had to practically crawl under to reach her. The poor thing was so scared she drew blood on him, but he wasn't going to leave her.

Once he finally managed to pull her out, there were even more flames, everything he owned was going up in flames but he only had time to save himself and his cat. He knew he couldn't get Aurora downstairs without being torn to shreds, so he moved to grab the carrier which was now surrounded by flames, so with one arm he moved to grab it while the other held Aurora securely. The cat panicked and latched onto his arm with her claws, causing him to jump and his sleeve moved right into the flames, catching fire for just a moment before he was able to smother it out.

Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to stop it from touching his skin and melting some of it away. It was painful and his other arm was bleeding from cat scratches, so he did his best to put Aurora in her carrier and he threw the strap around his shoulders and her moved, walking past flames and trying to push past the smoke and the alarms giving him a massive headache. Now that he knew Aurora was safe, all he could think about was Liza and their baby.

Did Liza know about this? Was she okay? Was she terrified? God he couldn't think about it, but all it made him want to do was go faster. He needed to be with her. Obviously he had to take the stairs, which some were blocked off at this point. He'd spent far too much time in this building and he could hear firefighters breaking in and finally he found a window that led directly to the fire escape and he opened it and nearly collapsed on it's platform, coughing from the amount of smoke caught in his lungs.

And finally he made it to the ground, which he never thought he'd be so fucking relieved to be on once more. As he came around the front, there were firetrucks and police vehicles and ambulances taking care of those in the fire. So many people surrounded the building and watched behind police tape as Wes wheezed and coughed. And somehow, within all the chaos, Wes saw James with a terrified expression on his face. He'd never thought he'd ever see a look like that on James Levin. But when James' eyes fell on him, he pushed past the caution tape and made his way to Wes, asking him a thousand questions before beginning to lead him to one of the paramedics. "No, I'm fine. Where's Liza?" Wes spoke between coughs and wheezes, and James just let out a huff. If he was going to take care of Liza and their baby, he needed to learn to take care of himself too.

liza levin Liza was still feeling like she was spinning out of control, her head felt heavy and her breaths were coming out labored and briefly she wondered if this was what people felt before they passed out. Her body was trembling then too, the adrenaline and the fear pumping through her heavily and it wasn't until Sterling forced her to breathe with her that she tried to do just that. Not even for herself then, but for her baby. For Wes' baby. God please let him meet his baby. Her face crumpled then and she moved, leaning into her sister and crying against her, her phone clattering to the floor as she clung to Sterling instead.

Sterling Levin “Elizabeth! I need you to breathe, okay?” Sterling was serious, her own heart was beating hard against her chest as she tried her best to calm her sister. Sterling’s arms wrapped tight around the girl and held her close and rubbing calming circles on her back. “What about those crystals? Didn’t wes give you calming ones?” She asked softly, desperate to help keep Liza calm.

Meanwhile Wes was arguing with James about seeing one of the paramedics and finally James lashed out, practically yelling at him to do it for Liza’s sake. James didn’t want to tell the girls just yet because what if Wes wasnt okay? He was out here wheezing and coughing because of smoke inhalation, and it wasn’t hard to notice that burn on his arm. He couldn’t tell Liza he was okay without knowing for sure. And finally Wes caved and did as James said. He sat with the paramedics on oxygen until his breathing was back to normal, and his burn was dressed.

All the while wes watched as the building was on fire, knowing everything he owned was in that damn apartment, although he supposed things could be replaced. “Can I just go to Liza now?” He asked softly to James, his voice laced with a sadness he didn’t mean to let come through. And finally the two were off to Liza and Sterling’s house. James had given wes a jacket to hide his arm, knowing it might be best for Liza not to know all the details just yet. And finally they were there. James took the carrier for Wes as wes beelined for the house, his heart pounding and he practically burst through the front door. “Lizzie?” His voice was a bit raspy as he moved inside the home, searching desperately for his girl.

liza levin Liza still felt the panic within herself, burning like acid in her throat and clawing at her. Wes always answered her, and if there was a crisis like this, he would have found a way to contact her. If he could. Him not responding meant his phone could be lost, sure. But it could also mean he got hurt. Could mean he's unconscious somewhere. Or in the hospital. It could mean he was trapped. It could mean he was dead.

Every thought got worse and worse and Liza just cried against her sister, trying in vain to calm down even though she knew she needed to, she knew stress and all this was bad for the baby but she couldn't stop, not when her future was potentially going up in flames just as fast as Ocean Crest. Eventually though she allowed Sterling to have her sit down- but that was mainly because her knees felt weak and she was feeling lightheaded.

She sipped some water too but otherwise her teary-eyes were glued to the screen, only looking away whenever she'd try to text Wes or others who knew him. She tried Rina and Evie, tried anyone else who may know him, but she either got no reply or was told no one knew where he was, and as the time ticked by, Liza started feeling more at a loss, feeling like she might throw up. She wasn't even sure how much time had passed or what time it was when the front door burst open and Liza jumped, her eyes wide and a gasp slipping out of her, and when she heard her name in his voice, a sob bubbled up out of her, her entire face crumpling as she saw Wes rushing in just a second later.

"O-Oh my god.." again it sobbed out of her and Liza stumbled over herself, rushing to get up off the couch and all but slamming into him, her body shaking as she cried against him, completely uncaring (and unaware) that he was injured and smelled of smoke as she clung to him desperately.

Wes Evans Wes threw his arms around Liza the second they were close enough, nearly colliding with her but he kept the baby in mind and was gentle, though he tightened his arms around her shoulders. Nothing had ever been so sweet than this moment where he was finally with her again. Her touch meant more than he felt she’d ever understand. He was so scared that he wouldn’t make it out and wouldn’t see her again. God, he hated seeing her cry like this. “Oh, Liza…” Wes breathed into her hair as his hand moved to the back of her head to hold her close. “It’s okay, it’s okay..” he just held her tighter. “I’m okay. You’re okay.” Breathless, he moved just enough to cup her face to look at hi though he kept her close. “I’m okay. We’re okay. How’s my girl, huh?” He huffed out a small laugh, even if nothing was funny at all. He didn’t want to see her like this or keep everything on himself

liza levin Liza knew she should be careful- both for herself and her stomach, and because Wes might be injured, but right now she couldn't think about anything beyond the fact that he was here and he was alive and that thought just made her cry harder, gripping at him like he may be yanked away from her at any moment. She let out a wet little noise as he pulled them apart a bit, but it was just enough for him to cup her face and when he spoke and even laughed she just sobbed again, trying to smile but her face crumpled as she looked up at him, her eyes scanning over his (dirty) face. "Y...You weren't answering. I ...I-I thought you...--" she couldn't even finish the sentence, more tears streaming down her face at the thought.

Wes Evans The look on Liza’s face nearly killed him, and he hated that he’d put her through so much that night. Wes just moved and pulled her close again, holding her to his chest the best he could while keeping her round belly in mind so he wasn’t adding any pressure on it. “I know, im sorry. I lost my phone while I was getting Aurora. But I’m okay now, baby, so just… we’re okay, I promise. Please don’t cry, baby, please.” His heart was aching for her because, despite how scared he was himself, he couldnt help but focus on her and what she might be feeling. He couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if the roles were reserved. “I’m okay. Are you okay?” He asked as he pressed his lips into her neck, the words mumbling into her skins

liza levin Liza sobbed softly as she all too eagerly hugged him tightly again. He smelled of smoke and it burned her nose and she didn't care as she clung to him, eyes closing as she tried to focus on the fact that he was okay--or as okay as she could tell at the moment."I-I'm okay now.." she mumbled, still feeling a bit lightheaded but she didn't care. She only opened her eyes when he mentioned Aurora and she sniffled, opening her eyes and lifting her head up just enough to see her dad quietly standing just a few feet away, watching them- and with the cat carrier in his arms.

Wes Evans Wes wasn’t even aware of the eyes on them until he felt Liza look up and at her father over Wes’ shoulder, and that’s when wes looked up to see Sterling. Sterling gave him a small, almost sad smile and Wes swallowed hard. “Y-you mean that?” He breathed as he moved to pull away just enough to get a good look at her once more. “T-the baby’s okay?” God, he hadn’t even thought about that until now. “Um…” Wes shook his head as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He didn’t want to think about all that right now. The what ifs. “Um.. your dad came by and helped me out. Not out of the fire, but… he gave me a ride here.. this shirt.” He huffed out a pathetic little laugh as he turned enough to look at James. “Thank you. Um… I- I need to call my aunt. Im pretty sure she’s losing her shit right now.”

liza levin Liza was reluctant to pull away too much but she moved enough to look up at him again, letting out a shaky breath as she sniffled once more and nodded. "I..I think so, yeah." she breathed, moving one hand from off his shoulder so she could wipe at her face somewhat. "S-Sterling, she..she tried to help me.." Liza trailed off then, looking to her father again as Wes explained all that he'd done. She knew James still wasn't completely on board with her and Wes being together, but the fact that he'd done all this... "Thank you." She told James as well even as she wrapped her arms again around Wes, this time around his stomach, so she could hug herself to him as she nodded, "Okay." She agreed quietly, feeling guilty that she hadn't even thought to contact Esme in all of this.

Wes Evans “Good.” Wes gave her a little smile and was too eager to hug her back. Wes then looked to Sterling and mouthed a thank you to her, even though he knew he didn’t have to. He knew Sterling would do anything for Liza and vice versa. “How about i talk to Esme and you can get cleaned up?” James offered, which almost took wes aback. He knew James didn’t like him much, though he knew he didn’t dislike him enough to not help him in time of need, but… Wes was kind of homeless at the moment. “I’m sure you have plenty of clothes here just from Liza stealing them.” Sterling tried to joke in hopes of lightening the mood. “Yeah, I know.” Wes breathed. He was grateful for James’ offer since Esme had kind of found out about Liza’s pregnancy before she was supposed to and gave a little tug, also wanting to just...be alone with him, to try and wrap her head around everything when she still felt queasy from it all. "Please."

liza levin Liza was grateful her father chimed in then and offered to call Esme because honestly Liza wasn't ready to let go yet. She thought she'd lost him... But she tried to push that away and she swallowed hard, closing her eyes again for a moment before she shook her head. "N-No...no. We...we can go upstairs. Get you cleaned up..." Liza suddenly felt a wave of wanting to take care of him, of wanting to keep him safe so she even curled her fingers into his shirt and gave a little tug, also wanting to just...be alone with him, to try and wrap her head around everything when she still felt queasy from it all. "Please."

Wes Evans “okay..” Wes breathed as he nodded his head gently. He wanted to be out of these clothes and with this horrible smell off him. All he wanted was to lay with Liza and hold her and pray their baby was okay. “Oh, uh… I’ll take her. Thank you.” Wes suddenly really James was holding on to his cat, and he gently took the carrier in one hand while taking Liza’s in his other and they made their way up to Liza’s room. Once there and once Aurora was let out and checked on and given lots of love, wes moved to grab some of his clothes, and while he’d usually let Liza join him, a part of him was afraid to because she would see the bandage on his arm and his burn. “Do you want to shower with me?” His voice was quiet as he moved closer to her, letting his hand cup her chin for a moment only to realize how much it was still shaking, so he let it fall to his side after he tilted her head up gently to look at him.

liza levin James telling Wes to take it easy made more worry spike inside of her, made her fear that Wes wasn't as okay as he was alluding to being, but..she'd wait til they were alone to speak, knowing Wes had difficulty showing his emotions even when it was just her- so to have an audience definitely wasn't for the best right now. Thanking her dad and her sister quietly, Liza gave them a parting look before she put all her attention on Wes, gripping his hand and sticking close to him as he led the way up to her room. Once the door closed and they were alone Liza let out a shaky breath, watching him, and at his question she just nodded, but before she could say anything she realized his hand on her face had been trembling and as he let it drop she picked it right back up, holding his hand in both of hers and squeezing before one hand moved up to his face, cupping his cheek. "You're okay..." She told him quietly, again feeling guilty because she'd been so terrified of losing him and so relieved that he was here that she didn't stop to think about what he'd been through, what he must have experienced and seen...

Wes Evans Wes leaned down to she wouldn’t have to reach so far and he just closed his eyes and leaned into her loving touch. “I know.” He whispered before turning his head and pressing a kiss to her palm. “I love You, Lizzie. More than anything.” But even as he said it his voice was tinged with sadness. “I promise you im okay, but…” he paused, swallowing hard before he lifted his arm and slowly pulled up his sleeve to reveal the bandages wrapped around him. “I didn’t exactly come out completely unscathed.” Wes gave her a small, sad smile. “But I’m okay. Let’s just… let’s just go shower. Wash today off for now, yeah? And then we can use some of those crystals I gave you… t-to try to help up calm down and maybe even help the baby too.” And with that, he pressed his palm into her belly, wishing he could feel the baby move or something. Anything.

liza levin When Wes leaned down into her Liza just pressed in as close as she could to him without pushing too hard on her stomach and she swallowed hard, feeling tears welling up again as he kissed her palm and spoke to her. "I love you too..I...I was so scared, I--" she trailed off, shaking her head as she broke eye contact. But then Wes was moving, and when he said he wasn't unscathed she blinked up at him, her frown deepening. Liza let him move his sleeve, and when she was shown the bandages her lower lip wobbled, tears escaping down her face because he'd been hurt... Sniffling, Liza let out a shaky breath and just nodded, leaning her forehead against his chest as she pressed her hand over his on her stomach, her other arm wrapping around him to keep close. "I...I thought I'd lost you...I-I.." Another hard swallow, "I don't know what I would've done.."

Wes Evans “I know, baby.” Wes’ voice was small as he used his free hand to sink his fingers into Liza’s hair at the back of her head. “I wasn’t going to tell you just yet but I know you deserve to know.. and you’ll see anyway.” Wes then leaned down and pressed his lips against the top of her head though it wasn’t a kiss. “Don’t think about losing me. You have me. I’m right here, Lizzie. I’m okay.”

liza levin Liza tried to take a few slow breaths, knowing all the stress and the fear from the night definitely wasn't good for her and the baby so she just closed her eyes and told herself over and over again that Wes was here and he was safe and things would be okay. "Okay." She agreed quietly, sniffling as she finally lifted her head up and looked at him, giving him a feeble little attempt of a smile. "Let's...let's get you in the shower. Clean you off and..yeah. The crystals. I-I keep them by the window, like you said."

Wes Evans “Okay.” Wes agreed and took Liza’s hand and led her to her bathroom. A part of him was nervous to strip in front of her, even if he knew she’d already seen him naked before. It was his scars that made him hesitant, his fresh burn on his arm. He hated that she’d have to see and for a split second he almost wished he hadn’t asked her to come with him, but he quickly dismissed that thought. Wes wanted Liza with him because no matter how much he swore he was fine, he’d been so scared. And the fact he’d had trouble breathing and even now he was coughing a little. God, he hadn’t even told her about being put on oxygen yet. “I’m okay.” Wes thought he’d throw out there, not wanting her to worry any more than she already was. And Wes took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he began unbuttoning the shirt James had given him and he let it fall to her floor, revealing the scars on his back and the gauze in his arm from that night.

liza levin Liza moved to turn on the shower and soon enough steam was filling the room and she tried to let the warmth from it and just everything try and calm her- to calm them both. She turned then to him, pausing in taking off her own closed to see the scars on his skin- a sight she didn't mind, but one that still made her ache because she wished Wes didn't have to go through any of that. She wished she could take his pain away. But she couldn't. The best she could do was just...try and make sure more pain didn't come to him. Taking in a slow breath, Liza added her clothes to the pile and then moved to him, hesitating a second before pressing a kiss to his back, her fingers just barely grazing along his hip. "Let me take care of you."

Wes Evans Wes closed his eyes for a moment after removing the rest of his clothes. He knew there was nothing to be afraid of, that Liza had seen and touched his scars before, but it didn’t stop that feeling of self consciousness to creep. He didn’t like showing them, but he would to liza. And suddenly he felt Liza’s lips against his back and her hand on his hip, and he sucked in a small breath. It was okay. It was liza. And every touch of hers was perfect and loving. “Only if I can take care of you after?” His voice was small and soft as he turned around to face her. And there she was, beautiful and perfect, and even more so now that she was carrying his baby. and his hand immediately reached out and touched her stomach before he nodded. “But okay.”

liza levin Liza knew she needed to be careful, that one wrong move or touch could close Wes off to her, but she just...wanted to show him that she cared. That she loved him and thought nothing but good about him and that she didn't care about the scars or his past and she just cared about him. "Okay." She agreed softly as he turned to face her and when he rested his hand against her bare stomach she followed suit, resting her hand on her belly as well and rubbing along it for a moment before she nodded and gave him a little nudge so they could get into her shower. They still had so much to deal with, and so much new trauma and heartache to work through but..they'd do it together. And later, because right now, Liza's only goal was to take care of Wes- because he was safe and he was alive, and that was all that mattered to her in that moment. Everything else could wait til tomorrow.

#para #para: wes #c: wes #aurorabay.fire

[ghostbbii]

released from my prison mind

I AM SO SORRY SIS, I KNOW YOU FORGIVE ME!!!! IF I KNEW I WOULD OF NEVER ALLOWED GOD TO CALL ON SLEEPY.. I WOULD OF SAVED YOU NEWPHEW!! YOU WOULD OF NEVER BEEN LOOKING DOWN ON US WITH YOUR MOM NEXT TO YOU..

At times i want to hate you god!! but at the end you have your reasons!! but this one its unexplainable, to me. im confused on that calling!! WHAT HAPPEN TO TALKING TO US through SIGNS!!

       Fck i want to scream out every day but instead i been doing it in my head for last 17&18 yrs now!!                                                   (1.15.04) & (1.26.03) 

i release you guys from being IN-PRISON in my mind

. see i couldn't find it in myself to accpet death!! stood in denial for all those years!! i didnt understand how i was never going to see you again. i already had to put your mom up in california state; in my mind. and i couldnt think of which state to put you once you got locked in my prison mind. i couldnt comprehend it.  how you guys would never have the chance to eat again, laugh, talk, sleep, go see events with the family or friends. do things in genral that you guys enjoy to do.. i didnt want to believe that it was the truth!!

i know i need to stop blaming myself about your DEATH nephew. but the truth for me would of been and  is you probably would really be alive. breathing with us ; walking this damn hell we call earth!! i know you felt that feeling just like i did that very night. we knew some thing was going to happen that day;  we knew we needed to find each other, it was meant for us to say sorry to each other.BUT  that time never came to happen. it never became a moment in our time line.. our last words to us were hateful words said outta of anger.. . if i can go back in time i would of went to school that morning, i regret not going.  for never getting up to just going against my gut. to just saying fck it; to showing up that day! . i never meant those words to you when we got into it that saturday afternoon. i was just standing up for my  mom like i always have man. but i should of never brought your mom into it and that lead us to really saying words that we let our anger get the best of us..just when we were finally learning to speak to each other, get along. you, aaron and me. still had a while until all 6 of us did get along.  but  you ran away from home that day. 3 months later, the day you decided to come back home!! i wish, i did go to school. oh how much it hurts to just want to hug you nephew, to laugh and joke around,, to go tagging on shit again, the bond we grew through art. its how we learned to speak. anger managment did help like you said. just had to accept it and be okay with it steph is what you would say to me! when liz and steph told me you went to the school looking for me it killed me more,, i died that day nephew! a part of me really left. i went cold and empty mentally i grew hate towards myself.. they dont lie that words can hurt..    Especially knowing i would never be able to say sorry in person to you. i  never meant those words  and i know you knew and know that now, its been killing me for holding on and not letting you guys go, to accept the truth, i wish i did said my peace to you that day at your wake. i wish i did go see you when we were doing your burial. instead i held on. i didn't want to have my last imagine of you dead man.. mainly beaucse my last interaction with you was us arguing!! i wasnt able to to find it in me to come and face you.  it wasnt the right way ;for that it's been eating me alive, for all these years.. i  cant remember how you or my sis sound like when  laughing. what your voice is when words come out of it. i dont know how it feels to embrace you nephew. or your voice lisette when you used to yell at us all. i cant recall how it feels to give your body a massage sis. i hate giving people a massage when they ask for it because it brings back memories. Fighting through the day with a weak body after treatment.  hate drawing shit it to much of a strong feeling having you next to me. i finally went to go say my peace Jan 2022. time to let ya fly

[bitterbatero]

The Arrival (first draft)

(Please note this is all still a first draft and no editing has been done at this point. Things will likely be changed by the final edit. Thanks!❤️)

Rain pelted against the carriage as it rattled down the slickened roadways. Lizette watched as droplets trickled down the glass, the weather matching her own inner turmoil. As if to agree further with her, lightning flashed across the sky before the thunder crackled. She could see the way her handmaid stiffened from both occurrences,  and gently placed her hand comfortingly on her maid’s arm. “Alright there, Claudia?” Liz asked sweetly, both with genuine concern for the woman but also as a much needed distraction. 

“O-oh… y-yes ma’am.” Claudia fibbed unconvincingly as she tried and failed to hide her fear behind her wide emerald eyes. Her mistress had a bad habit of ignoring their stations and addressing the maid as if she were another noblewoman. “J-just-fine.” Claudia took a steadying breath, “But my lady.. Are you?”

At the expression of her concern, Lizette couldn’t help but glance out the window of the carriage as the rain continued to pelt the glass. Of course she wasn’t okay, not really. She was in a strange land being offered up as a war prize… or at least the means of staving off a war. That was her duty and her mission, to forge an alliance with a royal marriage that would ensure peace between her country of Estella and R'lyeh. She did her best to hide her fear, but she knew Claudia would be able to see through her facade. 

The castle which had been looming in the distance grew ever closer as the carriage noisily made its way down the kingsroad, the rain making the travel take longer than it would have been with a clear sky, but Liz found it a small blessing. It gave her more time to steel herself for whatever would come next. 

Lizette knew next to nothing about her intended, most of her knowledge were rumors which had spread throughout the court over the years. No one ever had anything good to say about R'lyeh or it’s monarch, only stories of cruelty and ruthlessness. That every enemy that opposed king Ra’al were utterly destroyed, always to the point that the foe could not recover and often ended with the kingdom claiming the lands as spoils of war. The only rumors she had heard about the king himself were vague and passed from noblewoman to noblewoman in hushed whispers, usually in an attempt to keep her from hearing. She only knew he was a frightening man with many rumors of using women as he pleased, but never taking a wife. 

Eventually her delay ran out and Liz could see from the window they were pulling up to the dark castle which sat atop a mountain and loomed over the villages below. The entire exterior was bricked with dark stones and sharp spikes lined the tips of the turrets. Everything about the castle’s design screamed intimidation… and it didn’t help soothe Liz’s nerves. 

When the carriage had come to a full stop and a footman approached the carriage’s door, Lizette gave a low sigh and deep breath to steel herself and took the footman’s hand as he helped her out of the carriage, holding an umbrella over her so she wouldn’t get too wet from the rain which still poured around them. 

There was a whirlwind of activity around her as she made her way to the entrance to the castle, her servants fluttering about behind her to get all of the things she had traveled with unloaded quickly to be directed to her chambers so they could fully unpack for their lady. Servants of the castle joined the ones she had brought in her house, but her attention was turned away from the throng of activity by the soft sound of someone clearing their throat. 

“Welcome, your highness. It is an honor to receive you in the name of my master, my name is Shia Vespertine. I am the chief advisor to the king and run his household.” A handsome man with silver hair and hazel eyes slowly righted himself from the bow he had bent in. Lizette was surprised with how handsome he was, as she had expected the household to be every bit as intimidating as the rumors she had heard… but Shia had a kind face and a soft smile for her. 

Lizette returned the bow with a small curtsey, only lowering ever so slightly in accordance to her rank as a princess. She would fully bow for the king… but a quick glance around easily told her he wasn’t there to greet her. She briefly pondered if that was a bad sign to start… but there was nothing she could do about it so she pushed the thought from her mind. “It is my pleasure, Mr. Vespertine.” 

Shia’s soft smile never left his features but his sharp gaze flicked over her, “His majesty will call an audience to greet you later this evening. We wanted to give you time to rest and settle into your chambers after your long journey. If you will follow me, I will take you there now.”

Lizette blushed softly when he read her thoughts so easily from her small glance around the room, she would have to remember to keep her guard up around this advisor if she didn’t want him to know her inner feelings… or didn’t want him to inform the king of them. 

“We have a suite ready to receive you close to the King’s quarters for the moment. His majesty has been renovating the queen’s chateau in the inner atrium, but the work has not yet concluded. We apologize for this inconvenience.”

Lizette was a little taken aback by this information. The inner atrium? Was that even within the main palace? She didn’t voice her concern, instead she shook her head. “It is no trouble.” The anxiety swirled within her, her stomach feeling sour. She was glad she would have some time to recover from traveling before her audience with the king, but she couldn’t help to think that his absence was a sign he wasn’t pleased with her arrival. 

“I will leave you now so you can rest, your grace,” Shia gave a small bow and excused himself from her presence. She realized that her servants had already begun to unpack her things and set up the household, for which she was grateful. Her things were almost vibrant in contrast to the dark colors of the wall tapestries, which made the dark stone and minimal lighting even duller.

#oc fiction #the beginning #political marriage #creation #destruction #spicy writing #prelude #first meeting #my oc art #sketch

[wildxlily]

The After Party

Harry smiled big and laced their fingers before walking back down the aisle. They’d planned a little time to have by themselves and then to get some more pictures before the reception would begin. They stepped out of the building and Harry couldn’t help but to lean over for another quick kiss before continuing to walk. “Can’t believe it,” he laughed a little.

  Lily returned the kiss, but that wasn’t enough. So, she quickly scanned the area before pulling Harry over towards the wall. She let go of his hand so she could cup his face in both of hers and bring him down for a deeper, more lingering kiss. When she did pull away, she kept her forehead pressed to his. “We’re married, Harry,” she breathed out before laughing softly. Neither of them could wrap their minds around it even after over a year of planning and everything that had happened so far this day.

 Harry didn’t know what Lily was up to but he didn’t hesitate to follow. His hands found her waist as their lips reconnected; Harry happy with the fact that this was a much longer lasting kiss. “So married!” he laughed, giving her a few more kisses, “My Lily Styles.”

  Lily would never get tired of hearing that and she couldn’t wait to sign everything with her new last name. “Finally official,” she grinned. After yet another kiss, she broke away to look between them, grabbing Harry’s left hand and holding it up for them to see. “I’ve finally got your last name and you finally got your ring. It looks so good, babes.”

  Harry pulled away slightly to look down with Lily at his ring. “So good. I absolutely love it, darling. And I love how yours matches your engagement ring,” he switched hands, holding Lily’s now so he could look at her wedding ring. “We’re so married.”

  It felt good to have her wedding band with her engagement ring. Harry really had outdone himself with it and the band just complimented its beauty. Lily was going to make a remark about how he kept calling them ‘so married’, but they were interrupted by two of his groomsmen poking their heads out the door they’d just exited.

“Hey, Haz! Quit snogging with your wife and get in here for photos. We want to get to the drinks,” they called out, earning a playful eye roll from Lily.

  Harry was enjoying the little time that he and Lily had alone when two of his friends interrupted them. “I’m with my wife right now. I’ll be in soon,” he grinned. Luckily, Liz came out not long after to be with Lily, and Harry gave her a quick hug. He knew those pictures needed to be done at some point. “I’m gonna go get the guy pictures done if that’s alright? You’ll be in in a bit for the rest of ours, yeah?” he spoke to Lily.

  Lily nodded, but Liz spoke up before she could. “She’ll be in as soon as I touch up her lipstick that you smudged.” Lily’s head fell back with a laugh and she quickly covered her mouth, cheeks flushing a little. Her sister wasn’t lying, though. Their kisses had been pretty rushed and despite it being high quality lipstick, Harry had still managed to smudge some on her upper lip. “Come here, babes.” Lily cupped his cheek to look him over, making sure he didn’t have any on his own lips, but she swiped her thumb over them just to be safe. “Okay. Now go get the pictures with the boys before they riot.”

  Harry laughed before making a slight face seeing now that he had smudged it. “I’m sorry! How am I supposed to not kiss my wife?” He grinned before standing still so Lily could look him over. It wouldn’t be the first time that Lily’s lipstick transferred over to his own lips. “Thank you, darling. I apologize for the smudge again, Liz,” he grinned and excused himself to go back inside for pictures.

  Liz grumbled playfully in response before grinning at him. She could play the disgruntled older sister, but no one was immune to Harry’s charm. “How bad is it?” Lily asked, turning to her sister who assured her it wasn’t bad at all.

She retrieved a tissue from the top of her dress, which Lily assumed she’d stashed to wipe away her tears during the ceremony, and carefully wiped at the edge of her Cupid’s bow. “Can’t believe my baby sister is married. But at the same time…it’s like you and Harry have always been married. If that makes sense. And the way he was looking at you up there… and seeing you giggle together. It’s so sweet. These tissues I brought definitely came in handy, for multiple reasons,” Liz continued on with a soft laugh. She had a small bag that she brought with her that had Lily’s lipstick inside so she took it out and lightly applied it where needed before stepping away. “There. You look perfect.”

  Lily’s cheeks burned even more at the reminder that Harry and herself hadn’t actually been the only two in the room. Once Liz was done, Lily quickly wrapped her up in a hug and held her tight. “Thank you for being the best big sister and maid of honor ever. I would’ve been an absolute wreck without you.”

Liz gently swayed them back and forth as she held Lily just as tightly. “I’m proud of you,” she murmured before pulling back and giving her arms a gentle squeeze. “Now let’s get you inside to your hubby. I’m sure he’s going crazy without you next to him.” With that, she looped her arm through Lily’s and they headed back inside where the rest of the bridal party was waiting.

  Harry and his groomsmen were actually finishing up the last of their pictures when Lily and Liz walked in. “My wife!” he exclaimed. The amount of times he’d say that would become obnoxious, guaranteed. He reached out for her hand. “We’ve got a lot of pictures ahead of us,” he smiled. Lily with the girls, both of their families, and some more of just Harry and Lily. The photographer announced it was time for Lily to get pictures with Liz and her bridesmaids, so Harry stepped out of the way.

  Lily’s eyes of course automatically went to Harry, still not over how handsome he looked in his tux. She just shook her head fondly as she took his hand, “You are so ridiculous sometimes, you know that?” At the photographer’s request, she let him go and followed her directions on where to stand for pictures with the girls. All of the photos from today would be ones that she treasured dearly.

  “Not ridiculous. Just in love,” Harry responded teasingly with a soft grin, lacing their fingers for the short moment that they were together. Harry moved out of the way once he realized it was not his turn, instead going over to talk to his mother and Lily’s parents who were still in the room. It was incredibly nice to have all their friends and family in one place for their special day.

  The photographer finished up with the girls and let them go, minus Liz and Gemma so they could do family pictures. “Oh, husband!” Lily called jokingly, holding her hand out for him. “Need your handsome face for more pictures.”

  Harry looked over when he heard Lily calling for him, immediately walking over with that grin still on his face. “There’s my wife.” He held her hand until they were instructed to pose with their families, siblings and parents and extended family either being taken out or brought in for each one. But it couldn’t have been any easier with the way the photographer set it up.

  Even though it was a lot of photos, their photographer made it fun and quick. Lily especially enjoyed the unique shots she snuck in, mostly with their sisters and parents that made the photos more special and reflect Harry and Lily’s personalities.

“Okay, I’m done with the posed photos. I’ll be in the reception to snap candids and then of course the cutting of the cake.”

Lily visibly perked up at the mention of cake. She’d been daydreaming of their wedding cake (and other desserts) ever since they’d decided on the dessert menu. “Make sure to get some food, okay? We have plenty for everyone,” Lily assured her before she left to find a spot to capture their entry to the reception. “Did you sneak a peek at the reception area?” Lily asked Harry, arm still around his waist. Liz had promised to come back when it was time for their announced entry and Lily was going to take advantage of this small pocket of time alone with Harry.

  Soon everyone had headed over to the reception area, leaving Harry and Lily alone for a little bit. He rested his arm along Lily’s shoulders and looked down at her. “I got a very quick peek earlier. It looked really good from what I saw,” he answered softly, “Were you able to get a look at it yet?”

  “Just like you, I snuck a peek earlier before I started getting ready, but the lights weren’t up yet,” Lily explained. She gave his side a gentle squeeze. “Ready to dance all night? And of course stuff our faces with desserts when we have the chance. I may just eat while dancing.” She giggled softly even if a part of her wasn’t kidding. At all.

  Harry nodded and then smiled at her question. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” he grinned, rubbing his hand up and down her arm slowly. Harry laughed and shook his head a little, brows raised, “Please don’t choke.”

  Lily laughed, “Why was that the first thing your mind went to?” She was more skilled than that, surely. Just then, Liz stepped in with a smile. “Ready, Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”

  Harry laughed but looked to Liz when she returned, giving a nod. “Ready if you are, darling,” he held his hand out to Lily. It was easy to look forward to a night filled with food, desserts and dancing.

  “Always,” Lily grinned up at him as she took his hand. They followed her sister out into the back where the clear tent had been set up, now glowing golden from the lights inside. Lily audibly gasped, hand covering her mouth in awe as she walked towards it. It was exactly how she’d pictured, but even better.

  Harry laced their fingers and followed Liz to the reception area. He hadn’t seen it lit up like this earlier and now he couldn’t seem to look away. “Whoa. That looks so cool,” he grinned over at Lily for a moment, “Wasn’t lit up when I peeked in before.”

  Lily smiled and leaned against Harry’s shoulder. “It’s magical,” she mused softly. Their arrival obviously wasn’t much of a secret as everyone could see through the tent, but everyone stood as the DJ announced the newlyweds. Lily managed to tear her attention away from the set up long enough to dance her way into the tent, shaking her booty and giggling the whole way.

  They walked in together once announced, both as happy as could be. Harry lifted their hands above their heads for a brief moment before leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Everyone clapped and cheered on their way in, their bridal party the loudest groups of them all.

  Now that pictures were done for the most part, Lily didn’t care if her lipstick smudged. There would be plenty of kisses tonight. Once everyone settled down, Lily and Harry sat at their table so they could eat dinner with everyone else. Her mum had made her eat prior to getting ready, which she was grateful for because she was hungry now and could only imagine how starving she’d be had she not ate. The food was just as delicious as she remembered from their tasting.

  Harry pushed Lily’s chair in for her at the table before sitting himself, and everyone began to eat as the food arrived. Harry was starving even after having a snack midday and the food they chose was incredible. He was just happy they had the time to sit down together and eat. “Need to save room for cake,” he reminded himself out loud as he sat back with a grin.

  Lily took a sip of her drink before looking to him. “You know me. I will make room, but honestly, I feel like a bottomless pit.” Now that the hard part was over, they could just relax and have fun.

  Harry smiled at Lily and rested his hand on her thigh as he looked around a bit. The day couldn’t have gone better. Shortly after dinner was finished, the DJ came over to see if they were ready for him to announce their first dance.

  Lily nodded, “Absolutely.” While the DJ went back to wrap up the current song, Lily carefully stood and held her hand out to Harry. “May I have this dance?” she grinned, admittedly excited to beat him to the punch. It was one hundred percent the cheesy kind of thing Harry would say.

  Harry didn’t even have enough time to stand up yet when he heard Lily, looking up at her with wide eyes. “You stole my line!” he grinned and took her hand anyway to stand, leading her out to the middle of the floor.

  Lily just beamed even wider. “I knew you’d say it,” she smiled knowingly. They knew each other inside and out, that much was clear. She let Harry lead her and happily stepped close to him as the tent grew silent.

  Harry turned to face Lily once in the middle and his hands found her waist once their song began to play. “This is a little different from when we’d practice in the living room with only Finn watching,” he told her quietly with a smile.

  Lily gently wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and began to sway with him once the music started. “Don’t even think Finn paid attention,” she replied honestly. Her mind, though, went back to Harry playing this song for her in his old bedroom; the chords slowly coming back to him as he went along and that beautiful voice of his. She felt the same way now that she did in that moment; absolutely head over heels in love and full of warmth.

  “Was probably sleeping now that I think about it,” Harry smiled softly as he looked down at Lily, not taking his gaze from hers. It felt like just the two of them again, even though they were in a room full of people with all eyes on them.

  It was hard not to look away when Harry gazed at her like that, but instead Lily relished in it. She was taking in absolutely everything she could about today and this moment. It was clear to anyone watching that they were madly in love and completely enraptured by each other.

  Harry kept Lily close throughout the song, having their own little conversations occasionally and just grinning at each other throughout. He kept his hands at her waist when the song ended. “I love you,” he told her softly, leaning down for a kiss.

  Lily absent played with the curls at the nape of Harry’s neck as they swayed. One hand cupped the back of his head when he leaned down to kiss her. “I love you, too,” she whispered just as softly. Then others were joining them on the dance floor and their moment was broken. Not that Lily minded; the whole point of the reception was to celebrate their marriage with all their loved ones.

  Harry smiled softly against Lily’s lips and snuck in one more kiss before pulling away. Most everyone had joined them then, Harry keeping one of Lily’s hands in his as a few came over to congratulate them. They still had the cake cutting and a night full of dancing to look forward to.

  Lily knew they’d have to make their rounds at some point to greet every one and thank them for coming, but they could start now with those who were bold enough to step on the dance floor as the DJ began to play more upbeat music. Lily would be more than happy to dance for a bit, keeping close to Harry and her hand in his if she could help it.

  Harry always did love to dance at weddings, and being with Lily only made it much more fun. They greeted the few that they saw while dancing. Harry took a break after a while, just before the cake cutting. “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone around here who likes cake, would you?” he asked Lily teasingly.

  Lily let Harry go, happy to dance with her friends. But she was even happier when he returned and somehow even more so when he mentioned cake. “Is it time?” she asked, visibly excited.

  “Oh, it’s time.” Harry grinned. “Finish up with your friends when you’re ready and then we can head over,” he gave a little nod and stepped away.

  Lily didn’t hesitate to excuse herself from her friends and make her way off the dance floor. She snuck up behind Harry and gave his sides a quick squeeze once she reached him.

  Harry was slowly making his way towards the cake, waiting for Lily to join him, when he felt fingers in his sides. “Babes!” he laughed and his hands went to his own sides as he turned his head to look back at her, “You’re gonna do that to me on our wedding day?”

  Lily just giggled as she slipped her arms around him so she was pressed against his back. “I’m sorry. I just had to. Knew you’d think I was still on the dance floor.” She let go of him and stepped around so she was next to him now. “Are we going to be nice to each other?” she asked curiously, eyeing the cake and then Harry.

  Harry grinned and shook his head but stepped up with Lily to where the cake was. He made a slight face as he looked at her. “I was planning on being nice to you… but I don’t know, you’ve got a suspicious look on your face now.”

  Lily followed him, careful to lift her dress so she didn’t trip and send the cake flying as would be her luck. “I realized that I just scared you sneaking up on you and that you have every reason to smash cake in my face soooo…I admittedly got a little nervous.”

  “Yeah, how about that? Maybe you shouldn’t have scared me after all,” Harry grinned and reached over to give her side a small squeeze, stepping into the spot next to her.

  Lily flinched ever so slightly and then turned her big brown eyes on Harry. “I’m sorry, lovey. I was trying to be cute.” She even added the slightest hint of a pout.

  “You are way too good at pouting,” he smiled at her. He couldn’t do anything when she was looking at him with those adorable doe eyes. Harry stood close to Lily once it was announced the cake would be cut, picking up the cake knife and stepping closer so she could hold it with him.

  Lily’s pout quickly turned into a grin and she moved closer to Harry and the cake, placing her hand on top of his. “We’re cutting a big piece, right?” she grinned up at him.

  Harry laughed and placed his free hand on her hip, his arm draped around her waist. “It wouldn’t be us if it were a small piece,” he grinned and pressed a small kiss to her temple before cutting down the side of the cake.

  Lily subconsciously leaned in to both his touch and his kiss. She allowed him to take the lead since he had a better grasp on the knife and her hand was just sort of resting on his. Once they’d made the second cut, she let go of his hand so she could get the plate, holding it next to the cake for him to slide the piece onto it.

  They cut out a big slice of cake and Harry waited until Lily had the plate nearby to transfer it over. He set the knife down and instead grabbed a fork, taking a piece off and holding it up for Lily to eat.

  Lily grabbed her own fork and scooped up a decent sized piece for Harry, making sure he got some of the cream cheese frosting as well. It was surprisingly difficult to lean in and take a bite while simultaneously feeding Harry, but she managed to do it without too much mess. A little frosting on her lip was nothing.

  Harry let out a little laugh before they attempted to feed each other, interested to see how it would go. And surprisingly, it didn’t end up all over them. Harry took his bite and moved his fork away once Lily got hers, waiting to speak until swallowing. “Delicious.”

  Lily’s hand instinctively came up to cover her mouth as she chewed, especially with cameras snapping away. At first all she could do was nod in agreement. “Oh, that was so good,” she sighed, looking to the cake hungrily.

  “So, so good.” Harry took their plate and moved out of the way so that the rest of the cake could be cut nicely for their guests, and there were other desserts too. They thought it would be nice to have some variety. “Want to sit at the table to finish it, loves?”

  Lily nodded eagerly. “I’m gonna grab some of the other desserts. Then I can meet you over there?” she raised her brows. If they weren’t careful, she knew the desserts would be gone before they had time again to come get some.

  “Sounds perfect.” Harry took their cake over to their table and sat down while waiting for Lily to pick out some of the other desserts. Neither of them was picky and he more than trusted her judgment.

  Lily grabbed a plate and all but filled it up, being extra careful on the way back to their table to not spill any of the precious treats. “I promise I was nice and left plenty for our guests,” she laughed softly as she sat.

  Harry waited to eat more of the cake until Lily returned. “I’ll admit I was a little worried about that,” he teased with a laugh, putting the two plates between them and taking a second bite of the cake.

  “I restrained myself,” Lily joked. She focused first on the cake, wanting to enjoy each dessert individually. Plus, the cake was absolutely divine; they’d picked well. “Our kisses are going to be so sweet now.”

  They worked together on the cake and made their way through some of the desserts on the other plate. He raised his brows and glanced toward Lily. “Should we see how sweet they are? You know, just in case.”

  Lily looked to Harry and her thoughts instantly went way down a rabbit hole of desire. “Be careful with me, babes. If you taste too good, I won’t be able to keep it to pecks,” she warned him, her voice quiet so no one would overhear. Sure, they’d been more open with their PDA today, understandably so since it was their wedding day, but there had still been a limit to how far their kisses had gone. And Lily could only hold back for so long.

  Harry grinned and looked down as he took another bite of a cookie. Only they would be whispering these sorts of things to each other at their wedding. “That’s fine, we could go to the car or something. It’s our wedding, but I’m sure no one would notice if we disappeared,” he teased.

  Lily laughed louder than she expected at that, slapping her hand over her mouth as quickly as she could. “You did not just suggest a quickie at our wedding,” she shook her head before looking down at herself. “In this dress?!”

  Harry couldn’t help but smile then when he heard Lily’s laugh and shrugged when he looked over at her. “Babe, come on. We could totally find a way to make it work,” he playfully argued with a grin.

  Lily continued to shake her head before leaning in to steal a quick kiss, then she moved to kiss his cheek just next to his ear. “We’ve got all night for that.” She pulled back and shrugged. “As long as we aren’t absolutely exhausted that is. And there is a very high chance of that.”

  Harry returned the quick kiss and made a slightly surprised face at her last comment. “Keep the energy levels you’ve got now,” he smiled and sat back once he was finished snacking. He knew she was right, though, especially since the dancing hadn’t even really started yet.

  Lily glanced towards the mostly empty plate. “Maybe we’ll be running on pure wedding high and sugar high,” she laughed softly. As much as she wanted to get back on the dance floor, she knew she needed to let all those sweets settle a bit. So, she enjoyed watching all their friends for now.

  “Very possible,” Harry smiled. They were content to sit and people watch for a bit as their sweets settled. It wasn’t too long before a few of Lily’s friends were hurrying over to their table, an extra drink in one of their hands for Lily. “Come dance with us, Lil!”

  Lily laughed as she eyed the drink in Sarah’s hand. “You all are not going to get me drunk on my wedding night, yeah?” she raised her brows at her friends, earning an eye roll from Jenny. She turned to Harry jokingly. “Babes. Don’t let them do it.”

  Harry rested his chin on his hand and smiled watching them encourage Lily to join them on the dance floor. “Go have fun, lovey,” he grinned, his response making her friends happy at least.

  Lily rested her hand on Harry’s leg. “Come join me soon, okay?” her brows now raised at him. She stood but wasn’t about to leave until she got confirmation from Harry.

  Harry smiled, eyes on Lily, and gave a nod. “I’ll be over soon. I promise,” he agreed. He thought maybe he could make rounds quick with his family before heading back to the dance floor.

  Lily leaned down to steal a quick kiss. “Your kisses are very very sweet by the way,” she murmured before sending him a wink and then she was off with her friends. Liz found them quickly and the four danced away at the center of the floor.

  Harry smiled and shook his head at Lily as she walked away. He did visit with family, and then had a couple drinks with his friends since he hadn’t seen them much after the morning. But then he kept his promise, finding Lily within the group of high energy girls in the middle of the floor.

  Lily’s smile noticeably changed whenever she spotted Harry making his way towards her. “There’s my love,” she held her hand out towards him to bring him close. “Having fun with the boys?” When she glanced towards their table earlier and hadn’t seen him, she’d searched only to find him with the boys which made her happy. Even if having him by her side made her even happier.

  Harry reached for Lily’s hand as he got closer and laced their fingers loosely. He nodded. “I did. Glad I got to see them more besides when we were getting ready this morning,” he answered with a soft smile, “And are you having fun dancing, love?”

  Lily was admittedly grateful for the chance to stop dancing. “Yes, but I’m getting hot. And thirsty.” Add on that she had yet to make her rounds and felt slightly bad about that. “Want to walk around with me and visit?”

Harry nodded. “Of course. Why don’t we grab you a drink on the way and then we can start visiting?” he suggested, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.

  Lily smiled softly and brought their hands up to give his a kiss before she followed him off the dance floor. She opted for water to keep her hydrated and then walked with Harry to visit with her side of the family; everyone gushing over her dress and how adorable the two of them were. Neither which Lily could argue with.

  Harry grabbed a water as well before beginning to visit with Lily’s family, at least the ones not on the dance floor. They all said how nice of a venue and wedding it was, which of course had them both happy. Harry and Lily obviously loved it but they wanted their family and friends to as well.

  Afterwards, they wandered over to find some of their coworkers from the Crown, including Mike. “Guess we have you to thank for all this,” Lily joked, slipping her arm around Harry’s waist. “If you hadn’t hired this crazy guy, I would’ve never met him.” She grinned up at Harry to show she was teasing. Mike would’ve been crazy not to hire Harry.

  Harry followed, jaw dropping jokingly once he heard Lily and glancing over at her. “Me, crazy? Can’t be,” Harry grinned, his arm around her as well.

“You’re both crazy. That’s why you’re perfect for each other,” Mike teased, cracking a smile.

  Lily grimaced slightly as she shrugged. “I can’t argue with that,” she laughed along with everyone else. “Guess we needed someone who could handle the crazy.”

  Harry laughed and they stood by to talk longer. It was especially nice for Harry to see everyone since he hadn’t worked there in months. “Think we made all the rounds. I saw my family before,” he told her.

  “Damn. We’re a pretty dang good bride and groom,” Lily smiled, holding her hand up for a high five. She’d expected the reception to be a bit stressful trying to do everything and see everyone, but it had all been fun.

  “I’m impressed,” Harry grinned returning the high five and then holding her hand again after. “Going back to dancing, love?”

  “Are you coming with me?” Lily asked, brows raised as she lightly swung their hands in between them. She was hopeful he’d say yes.

  “Well, of course…” Harry smiled, keeping her hand in his as he led them back out to where most of their friends were on the dance floor. With having greeted everyone and all other duties out of the way, they could finally and fully relax.

  Lily smiled widely as she followed him. Their friends all greeted them with big smiles and cheers, easily letting them into the middle. Lily kept hold of Harry’s hand, but turned her back to him as she danced. Sure, she wouldn’t grind on him when surrounded by so much family, but she’d have her fun dancing close enough to tease him.

  Harry kept their fingers entwined as he rested their hands at one of her hips, leaning close enough to kiss her temple. He loved having their friends and family there with them, but as per usual, most of his attention was on Lily. “Be careful,” he teased with a smile.

  Lily turned her head to look at Harry and gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, love,” she apologized, just loud enough for him to hear.

  Harry smiled at Lily before he pressed a kiss to the top of her cheek, then stood back up straight. He was in his own little world with Lily, so happy with how the day had gone. It couldn’t have been any more perfect.

  The two danced away with their friends, completely lost in their bliss. After a bit, people started to slowly leave; some making sure to stop by to congratulate Lily and Harry once more and give them hugs.

  The day seemed like it had flown by, but all those months of planning and everything Lily did for the wedding while Harry was in school was all worth it. Everyone hugged goodbye and complimented their wedding as they left, soon it being only Harry and Lily, and their closest family and friends.

  Liz found Harry and Lily once a majority of their guests had left. “Not saying you have to leave now, because I want you to enjoy your night as long as possible. But please don’t try and clean up. We’re going to take care of that and the venue staff, okay?” she raised her brows, especially at Lily.

  “Thank you. We’ll see,” Harry replied teasingly with a smile. There honestly wasn’t much to clean up, just all the flowers and table decorations and a few other things. “We appreciate it.”

  “Just let us leave before you start doing it or you know we’ll jump in,” Lily laughed. Thankfully there wasn’t too terribly much that didn’t belong to the venue, so that made Lily feel better knowing her family wouldn’t be stuck there super late.

  Harry smiled. They stayed and talked and just took everything in for a little while longer, but they could see everyone was getting tired. “Think you’ll be ready soon to head out, loves?”

  Lily nodded as she leaned into Harry. “As much as I don’t want this to end, I think it’s time.” She interlaced their fingers and gave his hand a squeeze, “And that means it’s time for our wedding night.” Her voice was quiet, but there was no hiding that pleased smirk on her face. What better way to wrap up this amazing day?

  Harry nodded and rubbed his thumb slowly along the back of her hand. He couldn’t have agreed more, but they also couldn’t have asked for a better day. He grinned at her words. “Well, I think we should be getting out of here now then,” he teased, leading her to walk around and say their goodbyes and, again, their thank yous to everyone.

  Lily laughed softly before following him. She made sure to give everyone a tight hug and express how truly grateful she was for all of them and all their help. Their day literally wouldn’t be the same without them. Then she walked with Harry back through the venue and out to the parking lot. What she saw when they stepped outside made her jaw drop, her hand coming up to cover her mouth and muffle her small giggle. Harry’s car had “Just Married” written across the back window and white streamers tied to the side view mirrors.

  After they said their goodbyes, Harry followed Lily out and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his car. Their friends had stepped out the door behind them just to watch their reactions, and of course they were all laughing and giggling, which could be easily heard. “You’re welcome!” one of his groomsmen shouted, leaving Harry to shake his head as he opened up the car door for Lily. “It looks very pretty, thank you. I’ll be leaving it on forever,” Harry returned with a smile.

  “At least until the next rain washes it off,” Lily chimed in. She sent everyone a wave and blew them a kiss before climbing in, piling her skirt into her lap before she buckled up. It honestly felt so good to sit and she couldn’t wait to kick off her heels.

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Play Time

Pairing | Elizabeth Olsen x reader

Summary | ‘Play time’, as it is described, is not for your own wandering hands. It is for you to succumb and be under your partner’s control, however, when she is not present, you take matters into your own hands, - literally.

Warnings | smut, spanking, masturbation, swearing, slight degradation, oral sex (fem receiving ofc), mummy kink

Requested ☑️

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There was a tension driving your actions, albeit though they were forbidden. It was obvious that Lizzie would be disappointed into your will to give into your own greed, however she wasn’t here, and you had enough time to bust an orgasm out. She wouldn’t have to know.

That was a mistake on your part, and you’d have known that if you had thought with your brain rather than your hungry cunt. Lizzie always reminded you that that was your insatiable flaw, and that was why she was the dominant counterpart rather than you.

If she were left in your own devices, then your own orgasm would remain to be your own priority, and she wouldn’t get much love. And that was certainly something that she could not have.

And so, you were laid in the nude upon your shared bed, your head reeling back at the stimulating sensations that your nimble fingers blessed upon your clit. It admittedly felt good; there was no aspect of teasing, or the sound of taunting above.

It was just... perfect. The only downside was, that the hands belonged to you, and were not those of Lizzie. But she would never touch you so gently, nor dream or giving you what you wanted straight away. There was a thrill that came with doing something that she would be strongly opposed to.

She craved the influence of the power that she had over your body, and how she had the ability to make it bend and break to her every whim. It wasn’t unusual for her to use the description of a ‘brat’ in regards to you, and it clearly was a suitable resolution in thinking of you, all things considered.

You were, knowingly, going against her strict demands, but worst of all, it was rule number one that you had broken. Do not touch yourself. That heightened a spark throughout your entirety, knowing that you were doing something bad, and deserving of being called a brat, or something worse.

But nevertheless, in all your disobedience, you continued revealing yourself in the addiction of control, pumping your slim fingers in and out of your entrance, with the assistant of your thumb providing a string of perfectly adjusted chords to reverberate through your body.

Too preoccupied basking in the glory of the climax that you were striving towards, you had not feigned to notice the silhouette leaning disappointedly against the ajar door frame, her arms crossed against her chest.

“Yes.” Heavy breaths lay abandon to your chest, the movements of your fingers faltering in their rhythm as they twitched under the flow of the pumping blood running through your ecstatic veins. With one last thrust of your paired fingers, a mewl fled from your mouth, confirming the end of your orgasm. “Holy fuck.”

“Indeed.” Lizzie squinted, stepping forward, her sudden appearance promoting wide eyes upon your face, and causing you to whip your hands away from yourself, digging their tips into the covered mattress. “And it appears that you’ve been a very bad girl, breaking mummy’s rules whilst she was away. How... bratty!”

At her specific, and degrading terminology, a whimper surpassed the insides of your mouth, as your body cradled into itself, embarrassed by the exposure that you were broadcasting to her, albeit by accident. It was clear, that you had been caught in the cross hairs of being red handed, and so, the same colour reflected in a hue upon your body, pressing through your skin in regard to the shy heat.

“Liz-“ she fixed you with a stern look, the borderline dominance flickering through her emerald hues. “Mummy.” Biting your lip, you slowly, filled with cautiousness, crawled upon the bed, and towards the woman that often instructed you in what to do. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

A tut sampled from her pink mouth, enforcing you to bow your head in slight shame. It was inevitable that she was to find out about your individually orchestrated solution to get off, but it made it that much worse, for it was not a second hand discovery.

Instead, she had watched with grave eyes how you fell apart under the collapse of your own touch. Each fluid motion that you had entrusted yourself with delivering was viewed through her stealthy and hawk like eyes. And that meant, there was no solution in trying to deny her deaf accusations, for she had served witness to your lonesome relief.

“No, it won’t.” She agreed, lightly shoving you out of her way, causing you to jolt back by the act, so that she could perch herself into a sitting position on the end of the mattress that was weighted down with many intimate occasions. “You know what to do.”

Lacking any reluctance, you followed her contextual demand, laying in your middle across her apparently inviting lap, your front composed in a floppy manner on one side, and your body half mirroring it on the other.

She trailed her cursive hands down your spine, evoking the appearance of goose bumps to poke out of your barren skin. It was far too well known what awaited you in the concept of her actions, and it had you inwardly wincing.

“See, that’s you being good. Good girls do what they’re told.” It was her successful attempt of taunting you; her outwardly confirming that you were no such thing. “How many?” From experience, you knew that it was a rhetorical consideration, Lizzie was speaking more to herself by it than she was you.

“Please don’t...” the corner of your eyes wept lightly at the thought of what was to come. The thought provoked a sincere yet arousing fear within your chamber of pleasure and fertility. No matter though how much your tried to pardon yourself for your languid mistake, it would never be enough - you knew that, from a collision of experience and logic.

Your attempts though served as vigil fuel to her scarlet fire, and whether she noticed or not, it was uncertain. But despite her possible obliviousness to it, she struck your ass with a relatively hard hand, pulling a mused squeak to tumble helplessly from your heaving mouth, that was attempting to keep the moan within its confines.

“Thank you mummy.” It rolled from your tongue deliriously, like a rehearsed line. Her hand smoothed over the place of which she had spanked, soothing the slight sting, before collaborating her hand unto your skin once more, n the same abused patch of skin. “Fuck!

In a timeless instant, she swatted you once more, causing a salty drop to cascade from your urgent eye. “Remember, only brats use language like that towards their mummies.” It was something that you had a good memory of, but the sworn word had made an appearance to your own dismay.

It had been a thoughtless spew of inconvenience, one that had dug yourself into a spiralling of trouble, and resulted in thus more pain permitted onto the section of your reddened and hand printed behind. “I think we may have to continue this, unless, you have any other ideas, baby?”

Your tongue darted out to swipe across your bottom lip, before you even considered answering. Y doing so, you could taste the salt that had dripped down from the bridge o your nose, and descending down you body in an orderly fashion to reach your slick centre.

It was a frustrating concept though, regarding your eager to please pussy. There was no attention drawn to anything on that end of you; instead, all LIzzie wanted was to hear you speak, and pathetically jumble around with words to spill the perfect answer. All you had to do, was think of how a good girl would respond.

“I’ll do anything.” Your voice was hoarse - desperate. And the vocal feature intrigued Lizzie, and so she rolled you onto the bed beside her, gently grasping the side of your face whilst playing with disarrayed hairs that curled across your cheek.

“Anything?” She repaeated for confirmation; safe to say, she was intrigued. After all, she wanted to experience the efforts that you would go to in order to make it up to her. And so, with tidal integrity, she pierced her green orbs into your own, awaiting another reply out of you.

“Yes.” A sleek smile gave way on your face, showing her that you were more than leased to do anything that she told you too. At the end of the day, it was the dynamic that you had invested yourself in, and also, the saying was true, in a diverse matter; ‘mummy knows best.’

“Okay then.” A broad structure defined her cheeks, paying tribute to her happy, and impressed demeanour. “Since it’s only fair, I want you to make me cum. It’s clear that you’re so good at it, considering that you got yourself to orgasm by nothing but your own fingers.”

She was intentionally getting under your skin about your misbehaviour, ripping of the band aid that you were certain that the openness and lack of squirming away that the spanking that she delivered entailed. But instead, it was another thing that you had been wrong about that to, and so you shuffled patiently upon your knees, watching as she intimately read you expression.

Lizzie pulled you closer by her adoring grasp on your cheek, slotting your mouth against the hilltop of hers. The pair of you moved in a rhythm, sawing your tongues around each other like flexible switch blades. Whenever she pulled away for a breather, you chased her with the promise of continuation, and vice versa.

But finally, the main event was approaching, such a ploy was revealed by Lizzie shrugging out of the dress that she had worn specifically for the interview downtown. The peeling of that layer left her in nothing more than her panties, revealing that she had forgone the support of a bra, which was formidable, since the outfit of her stylist’s choice had enabled enough, yet not too much revelation of a cleavage.

No resilience was met by either parties as she removed her flushed lips away, and laid dominantly back on the expensive mattress. And without waiting for you to run like a transitioning river beside her, she removed her panties herself, flinging them lazily away by her ankle. “Last time you ripped them.” Was her excuse, though, not that she had to ever explain herself to you of all.

It was a vivid memory, one that you fondly held onto. At the time, it had merely been an accident, but no longer did you regret what you did back then. In fact, reflecting on in it was quite hot in fact, and it had indeed been flashing images from that time that you had used to get yourself off earlier.

But your prior release, nor those that were promised in the future were your concern; not at the moment anyways. Your own priority was the woman spreading her legs so confidently in front of you, and the r rated sight had saliva collecting in the globe of your mouth.

“So pretty mummy.” The compliment had her cunt clench around nothing, you could see as the slit puffed its expanse out, attempting to seduce you inside. And it’s efforts were not in vain, for you crept forwards on your forearms, your high and beheld beloved capturing your every move within her clouded gaze.

“It would be far prettier if you were to give it a kiss. I think it’d like that, very much.” An innocent smirk wandered onto her compelling face, and you were eager to oblige her insinuating command. Your fingertips rubbed the insides of her thighs, your thumbs reaching to spread her glorious pink folds.

Leaning forwards, you in took a sensual breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent that rolled off from Lizzie’s cunt in controlling waves. It reeled you closer, and closer, until your lips were pressed against her bud in a sweet peck. “Your so wet.” Was your speculation, and you couldn’t help but gravitate your fingers onto her flower, and roll them in circles upon her individual expanse.

“Then clean it up baby. You know what to do.” Her hand reached down, bunching a fist full of hair within her grip, lowering your head down once again, causing you to continue focusing on her clit, whilst your fingers played lovingly around in her slick.

With the use of your tongue, you began from the bottom of her cunt, to her sensitive clit, working in attentive upwards strokes, collecting her sweet nectar onto your spoon appendage, and leaving none to waste. Then, you prodded at her entrance with the tip of it, sinking it in the private cavern, and reaching as far as your body part would allow you to.

Lizzie had her mouth pouted, as she breathed and mewled steadily. It served as encouragement, making you rock your tongue in and out of her successfully, your thumb finding a home on her clit, and rubbing with a passive goal. “Yes.” She moaned, her noise amplifying as she ground sensually down onto your face, rubbing her excess juices over it. “I’m close.”

That’s made you continue your administrations, the only thing of them that changed being your pace, which increased to a rapid tendency and urgency to get her to finish. “Gonna cum all over your pretty little brat face.” Her other hand also found homage in your hair, as she used it as leverage to rut her mound more directly upon your features.

A light scream evoked from her chest, as you felt her spill around your tongue, the liquid seeping out from her entrance, and softly drowning her thighs. After collecting as much as possible, and drinking it all up, you removed your face, feeling how your chin and such felt quite damp.

“I hope that teaches you to not touch yourself without permission.” Panted Lizzie, making no effort to get up from the bed, tucking herself under a blanket. She lifted up one of the sides, extending her arm upwards, and inviting you into her arms. And you were happy to settle down with her and get some rest after the thrilling and erotic night.

Being a brat wasn’t so bad. And at the end of it all, you always got to curl up with your girlfriend and find comfort in her gentle embrace, it was one of your favourite parts about having an intimate night.

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