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good-beanswrites · 21 days

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I already brought this up, but for quicker reference:

Order of Attack: Mahiru nightmare sequence about Kotoko's attacks. Gotta round out the guilty trio.

Feel free to not prioritize this. :D

LISTEN, I CAN'T BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THE ANGST THAT YOU REQUEST (<- made myself sad over Mappi and worries I may be in trouble for this one). Obligatory "I don't hate Kotoko and think she's very complex but from these character's pov I had to make her solely scary I'm sorry." And of course I was prioritizing this 👀👀👀 I really loved your nightmare sequences, I tried to make one that completed the set but was still unique!! Thank you for the request >:3

TW for referencing her bf's suicide, and descriptions of the attack injuries

“Aw, come on, you can tell me~” Yuno turned her attention away from where she’d been helping Mahiru with dinner. “Both Fuuta and Amane have had nightmares about her. Hell, I’ve had a nightmare or two about her. I won’t think you’re a mean person for admitting it.”

“I’m not lying,” Mahiru insisted. Her lips rounded into a little pout.

Yuno studied her expression. The girl had a way of really looking at someone when she wanted to. Sometimes it was a wonderful feeling – her gaze could be full of understanding, warmth. You were seen. You were heard. She saw you for all that you were.

But in times like these, Mahiru found herself shifting under the pressure of it. Yuno was truly seeing her. She could see how Mahiru’s smile was frozen in its forced shape these past few weeks. She could see the way she flinched at loud noises, or how all the blood drained from her face when Kotoko’s voice echoed from the room next door. In waking, there was no doubt Mahiru was afraid of her. In sleep, though…

Yuno took her hands in both of hers.

“Then… what do you dream about?”

—

Mahiru was in the woods. She was running, her feet bare, her breath hitching.

At first, she thought she was fleeing something. Danger and death loomed around her. The trees closed in. The canopy plunged her into darkness. The branches reached out to tear at her flowered dress, or snag on her hair. The trees pressed close to suffocate her. She grabbed at her throat.

At some point, it became clear she was running towards something. A figure came into her view, just ahead. Though he didn’t appear to be running, she couldn’t catch up to him. She had to. He was in danger. She had to get to him. She had to stop him.

He entered a clearing up ahead. Mahiru could just barely see into it. She tried to scream out, begging him to stop, but no words came out of her wheezing mouth. She could stop everything, she could stop all of this, if only –

She burst through the clearing. The figure, now a young woman, stood in the center. She faced away.

Mahiru tried again to tell Kotoko to stop, but it didn’t matter whether or not she could speak, now; it was too late.

On the ground below, between tree roots and scattered leaves, lay two small bodies.

Mahiru’s hands flew to cover her mouth. Her legs grew weak with horror. There was blood everywhere, and bones bent at wrong angles. Fuuta’s limbs were twisted and limp. Amane had curled herself to cover her face, blood streaming from between her fingers.

Kotoko, too, had red-stained hands. She surveyed her work with pride.

“What… have you done…?”

Slowly, Kotoko turned. Mahiru wanted to turn around and run before those bloodthirsty eyes could land on her. Her legs stayed frozen in place even as her heart raced in her chest.

Kotoko met her gaze. Then, she gave a gentle smile.

“Thank you.”

Mahiru stumbled back a few steps.

“You let this happen.”

“No…”

“You did. You could have stopped this, but you didn’t. Thank you.”

“I-I didn’t –! This isn’t – ! I thought –”

“You knew this was going to happen.” She spoke a familiar name, and Mahiru shook her head violently. “You knew what he was planning. You had plenty of chances to stop him. You didn't. You knew what I was planning. You know how to calm people down, how to bring groups together. But you didn’t speak to me once about it. You wanted this to happen.”

“I didn’t!” She said it frantically, unsure if she was trying to convince Kotoko, the two beaten prisoners, herself, or someone else. “I didn’t.” The statement was true, but it didn’t change anything that Kotoko had said.

The forest closed in. Kotoko reached a hand out, beckoning to her.

“We make a good team, don’t we?”

“No…”

Mahiru was struck with the thought that she didn’t want to take hold of such a disgusting hand, only to glance down at her own. They were just as slick with blood. She let out a shriek.

It was Amane’s. It was Fuuta’s. It was his.

Mahiru’s legs finally gave out on her. When she looked up, Kotoko was still smiling.

“So… who will be next?”

—

Mahiru slipped away from Yuno’s grasp.

“Oh, don’t you worry about little old me!” She turned back to their work. She brushed her hands off on her apron, giving them an extra swipe for good measure. “I promise, Kotoko isn’t the villain in my dreams.”

#milgram #mahiru shiina #yuno kashiki #kotoko yuzuriha #i kept it in the order i got everything but i was definitely thinking of it nonstop adfsdf #im forever crazy about mahiru's murder-through-inaction theme #since all of the others were pretty direct even if accidental #i firmly believe she knew what her bf was planning and didnt stop him/actively said shed join him because she didnt know how to handle #the situation properly #and if she prides herself so much on being good with people and making friends and bringing people together i wonder if shed feel #responsible for not deescalating kotoko beforehand #plus the more immediate survivors guilt that if she was just in the other room maybe it would have been her and not fuuta/amane #at first i wanted to work in more mv symbols (birds cake carousel horses) because i love wacky and surreal dream sequences #but it got to be distracting when i was planning it out lmao so i decided to stick with the two major trauma moments #vibing on my trip rn but i had just a few lines of this one to finish so i wanted to post it when i had a few minutes...#though now i need to go and pretend im not crying over mappi 😭😭😭😭😭#drabbles #order of attack #(to go back and make it an official tag later)

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patchwork-crow-writes · 4 months

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45 - Boundaries

I have always known I am different from other darkners. Special, somehow. While my compatriots remain as they are, eternally faithful to their designated roles, I find myself constantly changing, evolving, transcending the bounds of my supposed destiny.

What I don't understand, is why.

I always thought that meeting more of my kind would make me feel less alone in the world. I desperately wanted for that to be the case, yet... I feel no kinship towards them. Our similarities serve only to highlight the gulf that exists between us. But perhaps I am being snobbish. Perhaps I am blinded by the magnificence of the lightners, as has been claimed of me in the past.

I would not dare to presume I stand equal to either of them. They know the conventions as well as I do, by now. Despite that, there is a strange, inexplicable parity between us. Here, too, are beings capable of reflection and growth, their inner lives so rich and nuanced, forms of joyous, angst-ridden contradictions, both masters of their own destiny and prisoners of a greater provenance.

Their choosing to spend time with me, when they could be out there, living a truer, fuller life... if they can cross that forbidden threshold so easily and so readily... who is to say that I, too, cannot hope to do so, one day?

But until that day, I will stay as I am, with one foot in the light and one in the dark. Caught between two incompatible states of being, not entirely belonging to either. Some wretched in-between-thing, grasping endlessly at something I will never be able to hold...

...could there truly be a place for me, in the world we strive to create? Or will I fall between the cracks once more, lost and forgotten to all?

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The Dark Menagerie No. 45

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#writing #fiction #fanfiction #deltarune #drabble #Ralsei #meditation on lightners and darkners #and where exactly Ralsei fits on that spectrum #because he's got some wacky abilities that no other darkners possess #Fun fact - I actually wrote this like a year ago #and it's been festering in my drafts ever since lol #Let's see what else I can find in here :p #The Dark Menagerie

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bebepac · 2 years

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A Piece of Heaven on Earth Part 6

This is my second submission for the last @wackydrabbles prompt # 145 That was really really good which will appear in bold.

My OG Riley had to be a part of this. She had to be. She started the wacky drabbles journey with me, it’s only fitting, my final submission is with her.

This also is a submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge for day 3 for paranormal.

The series: A Piece of Heaven on Earth

The Book: TRR

The Pairings: Liam x Riley / Riley x Nico

Word Count: 4599

Warnings and Ratings: Profanity, Sexual Situation, 18+

Song Inspiration: When Can I see You by Babyface

Song Inspiration: Come Away With Me by Norah Jones

Song Inspiration Just a Dream by Nelly

Summary: Riley moves in with Taylor until her apartment is vacated by Liam. Nico and Riley begin an relationship together. Team Liam launches an offensive to help bring Liam and Riley back together.

Original Post: 05/06/22 at 11:24PM EST

A/N: This is very special to me. So please be kind. I’m writing this as a tribute story to my Riley FC, the late Cheslie Kryst, in a way to deal with my grief which has almost been consuming my life. I started following her in 2019 when I was watching the Miss USA pageant. I rooted for her immediately. Not only was she from my home state, but she was just this bright twinkling light on stage, she was a minority, like me. So when I came to the fandom in January 2020 and started writing stories for TRR I picked her as my Riley FC because she embodied what I wanted my “Riley” character to be. Even in her untimely passing, I am still finding out more about her life and I have written her pretty accurately, even down to having depression. So I will say it again. If you need help please reach out.

A/N: Last weekend I did a balloon release in honor of Cheslie’s birthday on the 28th of April. It was very cathartic. I think it helped. I still really miss her a lot, and hope she saw me in that moment, how much I did care for her as person.

A/N2: This is the conclusion of A Piece of Heaven on Earth, I still plan to do an epilogue. I hope you have enjoyed what I have created so far in Cheslie’s honor.

"Surprise!!!!"

"Riley oh my God! You’re here!"

“Guess who’s out of the hospital to crash with their baby sister!?!?!”

“I would have picked you up! Why didn’t you call me?”

"I didn’t want to be a burden, all you guys have had a hard time the last five months. It's okay! Besides, Nico was nice enough to call out of work, yet come to pick me up, from where we both work, and he’s doing all the manual labor of carrying all my stuff for me. Let him work."

“I heard that!” Nico said with a smile as he walked up and stood next to her, holding several boxes and a bag slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't mind helping you all out. Anything for my boo."

"Alrighty."

Taylor almost wanted to throw up in her mouth a bit. Riley was not "his boo." He only won this round by a technicality.

Chance shared Taylor's sentiment and started growling at Nico from the door, but as soon as Nico passed the threshold into the house, Chance immediately started barking at Nico.

"Chance! Be nice!"

Riley said sternly to Chance causing him to whimper for a few moments. But the low guttural growl remained as he watched Nico. Chance did not like Nico, not one bit. Chance’s main man was Liam.

Taylor smiled, it was like Chance was telling Nico, "Man Whore! Stay away from my Mama! She's already taken!!!!"

"You sure you don't mind putting me up for the next two weeks Tay?"

“Of course not! You’ll just have to sleep in the baby’s crib though.”

“What?”

“I’m kidding. KIDDING. Actually, we have a nice patch of floor cleared next to Chance’s dog bed you can sleep on.”

“With a sister like you, who needs enemies?”

“Max help Nico please!”

She pulled Riley inside by her arm.

“No Riley, we got you.” Taylor teared up hugging her.

"Tay, I'm fine."

"Riley you just don't understand what these months have been like without you. I felt like half of me was gone. The best half, and the not punctual side."

Taylor laughed through the tears.

"Sure you missed me? Don't make me fall asleep for another three months."

"Too soon Riley. That joke was not even funny."

Taylor shoved Riley but then pulled her in a hug.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Be punctual maybe?”

“Exactly.”

At dinner Taylor intently watched Riley with Nico. They seemed close, friendly even, but something about them just seemed off. There was something about the way Riley responded to him touching her. Nico was teetering on clingy, which was definitely a turnoff. Yes, it was clear he was completely smitten with her sister, but Riley didn’t seem to be completely relaxed with him, like she couldn’t be her true self with him. Riley didn’t seem that into him honestly.

That evening Taylor decided to talk to Riley for a bit, and offer her some free sisterly advice as she was settling down to sleep in the guest room.

“Hey Rye, are you comfortable?”

“Better than sleeping in a crib or sharing Chance’s dog bed with him. I’m fine, thank you for letting him sleep in here with me. He hasn’t left my side since I’ve been here. Chance was always affectionate, but this is next level for him.”

She looked down at him, smiling as his head rested on her stomach. He licked her hand again, nuzzling it, causing Riley to rub his snout. Chance’s tail wagged happily.

"I love you too boy." She gently scratched his forehead. Chance's tail wagged so much his whole body shook.

“He missed you Riley, so much. We all thought we were going to lose you. So what’s really up with you and Nico?”

“He’s nice. He makes me laugh, and you know, he’s not perfect, but I can tell he really cares about me, and I don’t want to be alone anymore. Life’s so short, and it made me realize I work so much and don’t have anyone to spend my time off with other than Chance and you guys. Nico is not a bad guy.”

“He's not a bad guy Riley, but he’s not the right guy Riley. He’s not. You just said it yourself. Life’s too short! Don’t you feel it? You could be connected to someone, the way you always hoped, that you were. Like something’s missing. Someone is missing?”

“Everyone doesn’t get that feeling Taylor, like the world stops when they meet someone. I’ve never felt that before.”

“You had it, you just don’t remember. Try to remember Riley. Nico’s nice, but he’s not the one you’re supposed to be with.”

That night when Riley was sleeping Chance woke up abruptly when she came into the room. He growled softly; Riley stirred but did not wake.

“I am not going to hurt her, you little flea bag, I just need to give her a message.”

Olivia leaned closer to Riley’s ear.

"You know, you had one job Riley. Now I'm back to fix this. It's because I love him; I always will and he deserves to be happy is the only reason that I'm doing this for you. Otherwise, I'd let you stay with the overly clingy Man Whore. You're welcome. Go to Apple Valley Park tomorrow morning for a run, and take your miserable mutt with you.”

She looked at Chance.

"And yes, I am referring to you. You know what to do, Chance.” Olivia bonked him on his nose.

“That’s one down, one to go.”

Liam and Olivia

This was harder than she thought. She watched Liam sleeping; she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hi my love. You turned out exactly how I feared you would, from my passing. And yes it means a lot to me that you held me in your heart for all this time as your wife, and I love you for it, but you have to let me go, it's time, dear heart, it's time. I was your first love. And being loved by you Liam Rys, is a treasure that I will cherish for all eternity. But, Riley Brooks is your last love. So I'm going to tell you exactly what you need to do to help her remember you. You will know what to do when it's time to reclaim her heart. But for now in the morning, go get breakfast at that place we used to love to go for bagels and muffins, get a coffee and go to Apple Valley Park, find a bench where the sun shines bright on you and warms you up, and just enjoy the morning. Chance will find you. And soon, she will find her way back to you too. Be patient, and when the time is right, seal it with a kiss."

Olivia turned to walk away.

"Liv?"

She slowly turned around to face him, giving him a small wave.

"You were supposed to be sleeping Liam."

Liam's eyes were filled with tears. "I miss you so much Liv, and I don't deserve you doing this for me."

"I miss you, and yes you do. Liam, what happened to me wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself; there is nothing that you could have done differently to save me. Riley was able to be saved, and you did it. You did a very selfless thing for her. Be patient with her, Liam. Take things slow. Deep down, she feels the same about you, that you feel about her. And I know you tried not to, but it couldn't be helped, you fell in love with her. And it's okay."

"Thank you Liv."

"You're welcome."

The next morning Riley woke up to Chance licking her face.

“I’m up. I’m up! You know I’m technically still on vacation for a bit right? We get to sleep in a little you know? But you don’t care. You know what, how about after breakfast we go to the park. Work off the bacon and pancakes we’re both about to eat. What do you say boy? Wanna go running?"

Chance happily barked in response.

Riley was ambitious in her workout gear,

thinking she’d go running through the park. The run turned quickly into a jog, which just as quickly turned into a fast paced walk.

“Mama has to get her endurance back up, Whew. I don’t remember walking being this much of a workout. It’s okay though, we’re still getting some exercise in.”

Chance was preoccupied and kept sniffing the ground as they walked.

“Let’s go this way, Chance,” she gave him a gentle tug on his collar, but he instead started in the opposite direction.

“Okay maybe not. We’ll go where you want to today. No it’s cool, all that obedience training we did together that I paid for, for you to have me follow the leader? It’s cool bro.”

After a few minutes, Chance lunged, breaking the leash from his collar and took off running.

“Dammit Chance, we already established Mama can’t run like she used to!!!!”

Chance had quite the lead, Riley tried to follow whilst screaming every command she could at him to get him to stop, but he wasn’t listening to her at all. Chance had a singular purpose in mind, find Liam and he had finally picked up his scent.

Liam closed his eyes and smiled when he heard a dog's barking approaching him as he sat on the park bench. Sitting his coffee down and half eaten bagel, he stood and turned, seeing Chance bounding over the hill, happily barking heading straight towards him; Chance had found him.

He knelt down to pet Chance who was clearly happy to see him.

“Good boy, you found me! Riley said you were the bestest boy."

Liam looked around in confusion. Riley was nowhere in sight.

"Where is your mom?"

Finally Riley emerged over the hill, screaming Chance's name.

“I promise you he won't bite!!!” She screamed from a distance out of breath. She leaned over her right hand on her hip; She looked like she was almost dry heaving.

Liam tapped his pant leg. “Come on, boy, let's take you back to your mom. She’s not coming down that hill. She looks tired."

Liam laughed softly at Riley’s sight.

Riley had sat down on the hill waiting for Chance to be brought back.

“Lose someone?” Liam asked as he sat next to Riley on the hill.

“You’d think a dog with short legs couldn’t run that damn fast. Or I'm just that damn slow lately."

She glanced up to his face.

“It’s you. Liam right?”

“Yeah. Hi Riley."

"How are you?"

"I'm doing great. No I'm exaggerating, I'm doing good."

Riley laughed at his joke.

“Chance went all Hulk and snapped his collar.”

“Let me see, maybe I can fix it.”

As she handed Liam the collar, his fingers grazed her wrist, and what felt like an electric shock passed between the two of them.

Riley quickly drew her hand back from his, her mind drifting, she heard her own voice at the top of her lungs singing obnoxiously like it was a faint memory.

“One thousand bottles of tahitian treat on the wall, a thousand bottles of tahitian treat……”

"Isn't there a light you should be walking into, or considering your less than sunny disposition, infamous lake of fire?”

She looked at Liam. It sounded like his voice in the memory?

“I fixed it. Are you alright? You look pale.”

"I'm fine." But Riley was continuing to stare at him oddly.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

"That really sounds good. Thank you."

Liam came back a few minutes later with bottled water for Riley.

“It’s no Tahitian Treat, but it will get the job done.”

“That’s my favorite drink. How did we know each other Liam?”

He immediately remembered how Riley's Mother reacted to the news. He couldn't have that happen again or Riley to be afraid of him.

He heard Olivia's voice tell him to be patient.

“Our paths just randomly crossed. Do you mind if I walk you back home just to make sure you make it there safely?”

“I’m fine with that.”

As they walked he noticed Riley was walking slower.

"Are your feet hurting?"

"If I said yes, would you carry me?"

"Yes, I would." Liam responded without missing a beat.

Riley surprisingly looked at him; she was blushing.

"Good to know chivalry isn't dead."

"If you've ever been wondering of its existence Riley, that means you're with the wrong man."

Riley turned to face him.

“You’re with the wrong man.” Liam said again.

Riley's eyes widened, and her breath hitched as she stared at him.

Wake up Riley and see me he thought to himself, I know you can feel it too. For a brief moment he saw a spark in her eyes, but it faded as quickly as it appeared. She broke his intense gaze, motioning to the house.

"Well this is us. Thank you Liam for the water, and walking my dog for me."

"I didn’t mind at all. He's a great dog." He handed Chance's leash back to Riley.

Taylor opened the door and when she saw Liam standing on the porch with Riley, she abruptly slammed it back.

“Well that WAS my sister.”

Riley went to the door turning the doorknob and while Riley's back was turned Liam smiled. What was Taylor up to?

"Okay….and she locked the door too. You want to sit on the porch with me until I'm allowed back in? It’s a nice morning, and we have a kick ass porch swing here."

And that’s what Taylor was up to.

“Sure.”

Liam sat on the porch swing with Riley, and instead of Chance coming to her, he sat at Liam's feet playing with one of his dog toys.

"Chance seems really taken by you. Did we hang out with you a lot?"

"No. I only met Chance once. Not trying to boast, but dogs are excellent judges of people’s characters. So it should tell you a lot, if a dog doesn’t like someone you’re around."

“That’s right!” Taylor screamed from inside the house.

“And we have an audience. Taylor, are you going to let me in or what?”

There was silence.

“And she’s ignoring me.”

There was more silence until the window opened.

"Psssst. Hey Liam….Liam…. come over here."

Liam walked over to the window and Taylor handed him a small tray.

The tray included two slushy tahitian treats, which Liam took. Taylor winked at him, closing the window.

It felt like everyone knew they belonged together but Riley at this point.

Riley tossed the water aside, and when Liam sat next to her with the tray she grabbed one of the bottles off the tray.

The conversation started flowing between her and Liam. She felt so comfortable with him and it felt so natural, she couldn’t help it.

Riley released one of the biggest burps she’d ever released in front of a guy.

“I’m so sorry,” she commented laughing.

“No need to be sorry, that’s damn impressive. You could give some of the frat boys I knew in college a run for their money. That was really really good."

Liam laughed and burped at the same time.

“That didn’t feel good!” Both continued laughing.

Finally after a while Riley faintly heard the door unlock. Liam heard it too. He hoped Riley wouldn't just end the conversation and run inside,

instead they talked for two more hours and got delivered another tray of snacks.

Finally though Liam did not want to be the one to leave, he had to go sign the paperwork for his new apartment. He thought Riley looked disappointed that he had to go.

One Week Later

"Taylor, you know I love you, and I say this from a place of love right? But you are freakishly obsessed with your sister’s love life, get away from the window!"

"Well I wouldn't be so obsessed if she wasn't with the wrong guy Max. She was supposed to meet Liam the night of her accident. And she still met him."

"She's a grown woman Taylor, hell!! She's your older sister."

"By only six minutes I might add."

"Still older. Let her make her own decisions."

"This is not the right one." Taylor rubbed her stomach.

At that moment Riley walked in the door pulling Nico by the hand.

Chance immediately started his low guttural growl as they went up stairs.

Riley locked the door behind Nico, and he pushed her against the door kissing her.

"Are you sure you want me to stay with you tonight?"

Riley bit her lip and nodded, she pulled off her top revealing bare skin to him. Riley was everything he imagined. Nico yanked off his shirt revealing his finely chiseled physique, Riley raised her eyebrow at him. Both liked what the other had revealed. Nico took that as a green light and grabbed her, pulling her close to him. As Nico picked her up, she wrapped her legs around him, and he loudly groaned, tightening his grip around her. They tumbled onto the bed together.

He cupped her breasts in his hands gently caressing her.

Nico whispered. "I've been wanting this for so long, Riley. I’ve imagined this moment so many times.”

Instead of responding back, she kissed him again. She couldn’t say the same. She had never had a fantasy about Nico. Not even one. Yes he was handsome, but he never invaded her thoughts in that way. She didn't mean for her mind to wander as his kisses had drifted to her neck, but it did. To many things, the way Chance always barked and growled in Nico's presence, talking with Liam on the porch, how he listened so intently to her,

and at the park… then something different but she felt like she was seeing it for the first time but it was her with Liam. But she didn’t remember this happening.

"Let's watch the sunset together, it looks like it's going to be a beautiful one."

They were together in a beautiful garden in the evening.

Side by side they stood, watching the sunset together enjoying a peaceful silence.

“Are your feet hurting?”

“What would you do if they were, if I was your girlfriend?”

“I’d carry you Riley.”

Riley smiled at Liam. She could tell from her body language, she liked him so much, the most she had ever liked someone.

“What do you think it would have been like, if we would have met that night?”

“I wouldn’t have been able to take my eyes off you, in that dress. Just like now.”

“I wish it would have happened like that.”

Riley’s heart was racing, but it wasn’t for Nico.

"Nico…"

"I want you." Nico grunted his hands sliding up her skirt.

"No, Nico, I can't do this with you, I'm sorry."

Nico quickly pulled his hands away from her, but he could not hide the disappointment in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"This doesn't feel right."

"What can I do to make this right for you?"

"This isn’t about you Nico, it’s about me."

"I love you Riley, I always have."

"I love you too Nico, as a friend, and I don’t feel the way I should about you to be with you this way. I’ve been trying because I know how much you care."

"It’s because of him isn’t it? He told Hana he was your boyfriend."

“He what?”

“But you don’t even remember him, Riley. You let ME kiss you that day, not him!!!!! That should tell you something. How good was he to you if you can’t even remember him?”

“And Chance doesn’t like you.”

“Well Chance is an asshole.”

Riley laughed in shock, pushing Nico away from her.

“Dogs are great judges of character, and they know other dogs when they see them. You know that staying the night was clearly not a good idea, maybe you should leave Nico.”

“You’re right, maybe I should.”

Nico quickly got dressed and left, and that’s how Riley really knew he wasn’t the right one for her. She really didn’t care. Her mind drifted back to what appeared like a memory that she had no recollection of in the moment. Was it real? Something she imagined about him? Liam seemed so genuine.

The next day Riley decided to go to her apartment to see him. She knocked on the door, there was no answer. She looked to the fire hydrant, and found her spare key and walked inside. There was no sign of Liam anymore, as he had moved out. Her other key to the apartment was lying on the counter. She had no way of getting in touch with him.

Liam’s was settling into his new apartment was ironically two blocks away from Riley’s, and it was still close enough for him to walk to the Bodega for tahitian treats, which was what he was doing that day when the idea struck him. He knew what he had to do. Liv said he’d know what he needed to do when the time was right.

He didn’t know exactly when Riley would be moving back in. So time was of the essence. He had a plan.

Two days later, Taylor took Riley home.

“Dad had the place cleaned, but Liam was really neat, so it really didn’t need it. Does it feel good to be home?”

“It does.”

“I loved having you at the house, but I know you need your space Rye.”

“Thank you for having me.”

Taylor gave her one last hug before she left.

Riley exhaled flopping onto her couch.

“It’s finally just us again boy.” she whispered to Chance scratching his head. Chance curled up on the couch next to her.

It was a beautiful day, too beautiful to be sitting indoors. She decided to get up and go up to the rooftop of her apartment.

Riley pushed the door open and was met by a blinding light. When her eyes finally adjusted, she was standing on the rooftop of her apartment that had been converted into a garden oasis. It was her garden, and it was absolutely breathtaking. Who did this for her?

“And who the hell is going to take care of all of this? I’ve legit got a brown thumb. Mother Nature or God, I’m gonna need you to handle this!!!!” Riley chuckled to herself, starting to wander through the beautiful and sweet smelling flowers.

There was a seat in the middle and on it sat a white rose. For her? It better be, it was her damn garden on top of her damn apartment. She picked up the freshly clipped de-thorned rose, lifting it up to her nose, to breathe it in. She closed her eyes as she sighed contentedly. It was the most fragrant rose and its lovely scent filled her nostrils. Riley sat relaxing, basking in the sweet air and the warm sunshine.

Then she heard a voice… it was his voice, gentle, and so smooth it felt like he was part of the breeze.

“I wrote you a poem. It’s the first one I've ever written, because I felt so inspired by your effortless beauty…

Soft, Sweet….

Sensually Smiling

Sighs… Softly…..

Shifting Stares….

Sharing Secrets…..

Shhhh……

Shuffling Silently

My Sweet Star.”

Footsteps approached her, and then a hand caressed her shoulder.

She knew it was him, her soulmate , the one she had always been waiting for. Riley immediately turned to gaze into his face, the man that had just made her grin like a giddy school girl in love.

She turned to see… Liam standing there.

“Nice poem, but when have you known me to be silent?”

Liam burst out laughing.

"I'm noisy, belch loudly, and teeter on being obnoxious at times."

"You are, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

“Liam, tell me the truth. I see how you look at me. I can feel love leaping off of you in my direction, and I have these memories of you I don’t know how to explain, that I can't remember happened, but I feel like they are real.”

“They are real.”

“So, we’ve been in a garden before?”

“Yes, we have."

"Why don't I remember it? It feels like I am watching a memory, not like I lived it."

"But you did live it Riley, and we meant something special to each other. "

"How did you get back into my apartment? You left your key."

"The spare key you keep under the fire hydrant."

"I had to trust you to tell you about that."

"You did Riley. You trusted me."

Riley stepped closer to him.

"Why can't I remember you?"

"Because your heart stopped. But mine didn't and I remember every moment you and I spent together fighting to save your life.

The night of your accident Riley I was the blind date you were supposed to meet. We were fated to meet, and we still did. While you were in a coma, your spirit came to me wearing a blue dress and heels.”

Riley took another step towards him.

“You were everything you just said about yourself, that you just highlighted as faults, but they are not and still somehow I fell love with you. You’re my Casper the cranky ghost.”

Riley laughed out loud.

“That’s by far the craziest nickname anyone has ever given me.”

“Guess it’s fitting then because I’m crazy about you.”

He heard Olivia’s voice say “Now Liam!”

Riley’s breath hitched when Liam pulled her close. She closed her eyes as he closed in for their first kiss.

It was electrifying. After a few moments Riley abruptly pulled away bursting into tears.

“Liam!!!!”

She touched his face and then pressed her hand to his chest.

He rested his hand on hers.

“Finally I can really feel your warmth. I remember everything. Thank you and I’m sorry, I didn’t remember sooner.”

“It’s okay. We’re here now.”

Liam kissed Riley again.

“Would you like to stay for dinner Liam?”

“I’d love to.”

“I haven’t been to the grocery store yet, so are you okay with pizza?”

Finally Liam’s dream of a pizza night with Riley was coming true.

They went back down to Riley’s apartment where she ordered a large pizza.

“I did leave you a few things though.”

Liam opened the pantry door, there sat a case of tahitian treats.

“Um, two of those need to be in the freezer like right now.”

“You got it.”

She watched the two of them start to find their way together, as a new couple. Both a little giddy after all they had been through and finally reuniting with each other once again. Liam paid for the pizza when it arrived while Riley set the table and pulled out the drinks. They genuinely looked so happy together. It did hurt her a little watching how comfortable Liam was with her. Riley was the remaining chapters in the book of his life. Riley would be the one that Liam would have children with and grow old with.

“Well Flea bag, my work here is done. And for the record, she’s not the only one you’ll do tricks for. So Let’s Dance Chance!”

Liam caught Olivia out of the corner of his eye for a split second before she disappeared, dancing with Chance, then only he remained dancing in a circle on his hind paws.

He smiled back at Riley.

“Got any plans for next week?”

“I mean nothing firm set up yet why?”

“Let’s go to New York.”

The trip neither thought they would be able to take together.

“I'd thought you’d never ask. "

Click here for the Epilogue of this Tribute Series!

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angelasscribbles · 2 years

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Lavender and Crimson Chapter 12: Lythikos

Series: Lavender and Crimson

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Drake, Liam x Maxwell

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: none

Word Count: 809

A/N: @bebepac talked me into participating in the very last @wackydrabbles. This is my first time doing so. First, and last all at the same time. The prompt is: That was really, really good. It's in bold.

My other stuff: Master List.

Operation “Win Riley Back” was not going as planned.

She avoided him at every possible opportunity, she didn’t return his calls or texts, in fact she was mad at Max for letting Drake wrangle her number out of him in the first place.

She was mad. Big mad. And he didn’t blame her, not even a little. But he was determined to fix it.

Which explained how he found himself in Olivia’s wine cellar. He’d followed Riley to Lythikos, where she’d gone to attend to some business on behalf of the crown while Liam was recovering from his injuries at home with Max playing nursemaid.

Drake had been shocked that Olivia had agreed to help him.

“I’m not doing it for you, I’m doing it for her. For some reason that I’ll never understand, she loved you, maybe still does. But if you hurt her again, I’ll gut you with a dull saber.”

“Thank you, Liv, I promise, the last thing I ever want to do is hurt her again.”

Riley didn’t know Drake was there and he wanted to surprise her. They’d forged the beginnings of their emotional connection in that wine cellar, he wanted to remind her.

The table was set with flowers, candles, and a bottle of whiskey. The same exact brand they’d drank that first night.

She was surprised all right when Olivia sent her down to retrieve a special bottle of champagne she’d set aside for Liam.

Surprised wasn’t the right word. Stunned, stupefied, thunderstruck was more like it. Her eyes went to the table then back to his face, “What are you doing here?”

“Ah…I was hoping to convince you to talk to me. Or, at least listen! Please, Riley, I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to explain!”

She folded her arms across her chest, “Explain.”

“Do you want to sit? I have whiskey. Or, you could have wine if you’d prefer.”

Her eyes took in the table again then returned to him with a shake of her head, “I’m good.”

“I was wrong. I was incredibly, stupidly, mind blowingly wrong. I truly believed Liam was in love with you-“

“Even if he had been, I wasn’t in love with him!” She stomped her foot as tears of frustration threatened.

“I know that now. I thought-“

“You thought! You should have talked to me and found out! All you had to do was ask me!”

“I know that now and I’m sorrier than I can ever say. I want…I want…” How the hell did he ask for another chance after what he’d done?

“What is all of this, Drake?” She gestured at the table.

“I wanted to remind you of how good it was between us, when it was good.”

She shook her head sadly, “You think I don’t remember that?”

“Do you? Do you remember the passion, the intensity that burned between us? Do you remember what happened that night, right here in this wine cellar?”

She nodded slowly, “Of course I remember it. That night….that was really, really good.” It had been one of the most amazing nights of her life.

“Right? It was good, and-“

“It was good, ok? Is that what you want to hear? We were good, you think I don’t remember? I remember every detail! That’s why it hurts so much! I’ve wished a million times I could just forget! Forget what it felt like, forget about us, forget you!” Tears fell freely, streaking down her cheeks and she wasn’t trying to stop them anymore.

“Riley, I’m so fucking sor-“ He reached for her but she side stepped him.

“Maybe that was the problem, it was too hot, too bright, not meant to last, but to burn itself out.” She turned and headed for the door.

“No, no!” He grabbed her arm and spun her around, “Six years without you and it hasn’t even dimmed!”

As if to drive the point home, his lips crashed down on hers and heat flooded her body, she had to lock her knees to keep them from buckling. His tongue pushed into her mouth, his hand tangled in her hair and every nerve ending in her body was on full alert. She melted into that kiss, she got completely lost in that kiss, she breathed in his scent, still so familiar after all these years. A spiral of electricity shot straight to her core.

Just as her body was ready to succumb, her brain sent up warning flares and she pushed him away, breathlessly gasping, “What do you want from me, Drake?”

“Another chance!”

“You want another chance?”

“Yes! Please, give me, give us, another chance!”

“I’m not giving you another chance to hurt me, Drake. My heart is still in a million pieces from the last time.” She pulled her arm free and ran out the door.

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fandom-trash-xl · 1 year

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Haven't done a little chat post drabble in a hot minute, so... here's an "incorrect quote" one

Inspo: The "Car Full of Girls" segment apparently from the Reel Guys podcast but I cannot track down the exact original source link for the life of me Context: Remember how I headcanonned that Frieza would get inaugurated into the unofficial Z Fighters "mom group" against his will once Kuriza starts bonding with Pan and Bulla? Well, Videl decides to rope Frieza into one of their get togethers... forgetting that this was actually a girl's night out with Launch. Insanity ensues. --- Frieza: You do not know what it's like to be in a car with multiple Earth women... It is the most reckless thing ever. I don't know how they THINK. They've got the music on 98, everyone's SCREAMING. The monkey daughter-in-law's (Videl) face-calling her husband, Bulma and that "Lunch" woman are having a conversation- the monkey wife (Chi-Chi) just BUTTS IN. They're making plans. The "Lunch" woman's eating CASHEWS and driving with all the windows down so there's hair flying EVERYWHERE. We're going 90 miles per hour, I can't even THINK. We're missing turns and somehow made it there earlier, then- *thump thump* Blue!Launch: (sneezes out of fright) *thumping again* Blonde!Launch: Oh yeah, Yamcha's in the trunk. (Frieza is not sure whether to be horrified, disgusted, or impressed. Yamcha's just happy to be included. In conclusion, Frieza permanently uninvites himself from any further "girls nights".)

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goddess47 · 2 years

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Arrested Moment

For @sterekdrabbles 6/1/2022 - prompts: spray, jaded, wacky

Deputy Derek Hale had become somewhat jaded dealing with spray paint graffiti.

Yet this wacky set of colors on an abandoned house was cheerful and uplifting.

"You're under arrest!" Derek announced.

The young man turned, eyes wide. "What?"

"For destruction of property," Derek explained.

The man laughed, holding up his hands. "Let me get my ID." He dug out a card and handed it over.

"M..." Derek stumbled over the odd name.

"Call me Stiles," he said. "And, it's not destruction if it's my property."

Then Derek saw the Stilinski on the ID. "You're..."

A wry grin. "Yup. My dad!"

#sterekdrabbles #prompts: spray jaded wacky #teen wolf #sterek #drabble

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peonierose · 2 years

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”My love won’t let you down.“

Book: Open Heart

Rating: Fluff with a little bit of heartbreak.

Pairing: Soraya Auclair x Luna Auclair

Word count: 2,000+

Summary: Soraya got her heart broken and she’s being consoled by family.

Side note: All characters belong to Pixelberry, except my OC‘s.

Here’s the music that inspired me for this fic.

This story wasn’t pre-read, so please excuse any errors on my part. Please enjoy ☺️

Author‘s note: I’m participating in this weeks last @wackydrabbles - the prompt is ”This was really,really good.“ 🥺 and it will appear in color and bold. I wanted to thank you guys for making wacky drabbles this amazing. For continuously posting, reblogging, supporting writers and readers. Answering questions and the like. As sad as I am that this is the last wacky drabble, even though I wish I’d participated more, I’m glad I could be a part of it . 😍❤️ Hopefully there’ll be something similar as wacky drabbles coming and it’ll be as equally amazing as you guys. So thank you again 💚

”If you're cold and alone when you wake

Making all of the same mistakes

When your heart's given all that it had

But they say they don't love you back

When the party's over and your friends have all gone

And you're wondering where it all went wrong

I'll come running when you call out my name

And it'll always be this way

I'll be there for you

No matter what you're going through

I'll be there with you

Anytime that you need me to

When there's no one else around

On your last breath, calling out

Trust me, my love won't let you down“

It’s a beautiful Saturday morning. B and I are in the middle of driving to my aunt and uncle’s place to have breakfast with my cousins.

My uncle and my aunt went camping, while my cousins are staying at their parents place.

The blue sea is sparkling in the sunlight. While a summer breeze is wafting through our open Jeep. Letting in the salty wind, bringing with it a hint of hibiscus. I hang my head out the window and Bryce takes one look at me and laughs.

”You’re like a dog, all you need is your tongue hanging out to the side,“ he comments and takes a left turn.

I try it but only look ridiculous in the end.

”I wish my tongue was longer that way I could actually let it hang out like a little dog,“ I say sadly.

He shakes his head.

”This is officially the weirdest conversation that you and I had this far,“ he says and we get closer to my aunt and uncles place.

It’s this huge house that they’ve been looking for such a long time and when they finally found it they were over the moon.

It’s located close to the beach.

There’s a huge lawn, adorning the place. A two-story house, made out of wood on the outside and painted a marvelous jade green. Surf boards are leaned against the outside of the house.

Palm trees, and flower beds with vibrant colored flowers adorning their home.

My aunt even planted some herbs, vegetables and fruits in her own garden.

Bryce is parking the Jeep, while I get out and take the cookies with white chocolate chunks, macadamia nuts and fresh raspberries I made for later.

I balance them and Bryce walks around to take the box out of my hands.

I kiss him on him on his nose.

”Such a gentleman,“ I tease him and smile while we walk to the front door and knock.

”Oh I can be bad,“ he says his dark eyes twinkling in the sunlight.

”You can show me later,“ I say and kiss him just as the door opens.

”Don’t you have your own place where you can make out?“

Sky says annoyed.

”Love you too cuz,“ I say and Sky gives me a hug, then he and Bryce have their weird man hug. We then enter the house and walk inside.

It’s always so sunny and warm inside. All the white and little splashes of color adding a nice touch. It always felt like a second home to me.

”Yeah yeah I’ve heard that one before,“ he says though he smiles sweetly.

”Why are you so grumpy?“ I ask walking towards the open spaced kitchen.

He sighs

”Because my sisters are saying how it’s wrong to put in cereal first and then pour milk over them,“ he says and picks up a violet bowl and munches on froot loops.

I snort and put the cookies down on the counter. Greeting Evie and Soraya with hugs and kisses to the cheek.

I lean against the counter and smile at him.

”That’s what you’re debating about?“ I ask laughing.

But when there’s deafening silence I stop laughing.

”You guys are taking this way too serious. It’s an easy answered question. You first put in the cereal and then pour the milk,“ I say hearing gasps from Soraya, Evie and even Bryce.

Sky envelops me in a big hug, milk sloshing in his bowl, and a pink fruit loop is sticking to his cheek. How did it even get there in the first place?

I point to it, he grabs it and puts in his mouth. I watch him weirded out and he just shrugs.

”See Loonsey is on my side, she totally gets it,“ he gloats.

He whistles to himself as he’s rinsing the bowl and then putting it in the dishwasher.

We all get seated at the big table. An array of food is put on the table.

Bowls of fruits. All local.

Bagels, fig jam that my aunt made herself, cream cheese mixed with chives.

Banana blueberry pancakes, with maple syrup.

”Are you trying to feed an army of people?“

Soraya is the one who answers

”No just Bryce and Sky, since those two can eat like an army of six,“ she says her voice tired.

When I look at her I’m noticing the bags under her eyes. Getting concerned I reach across the table and squeeze her hand. She squeezes my hand back.

”Oh come on don’t be mad at Looney, just because she likes my method of cereal more,” he says.

”Screw you Sky,“ she says her tone dangerously low.

Sky sighs.

”Ever since you and A…“ he starts.

”Don’t,“ she says and tenses up.

Bryce and I share a look.

Soraya nibbles on a slice of orange.

”I’m just saying you’ve been in a bad mood,“ he says carefully.

She turns to him

”How would you know? Your relationships last five minutes. If you can even call them that,“ she says

He inhales sharply.

”Neither do yours. Just look at you. If this is what being in love is like, I’ll pass thanks,“ he says

Soraya gets up and walks out.

Evie looks at Sky, her brows knitted. Her lips pursed.

”Great. Just great,“ she says

He looks at her in turn.

”Don’t give me that look. You know I didn’t mean it like that,“ he sighs and rubs a hand over his tired eyes.

Evie sips on her grapefruit juice in silence and the emotions are rolling high around the table.

I’m the first to speak up

”Did we miss something? How did a debate about cereal and milk turn into this?“ I gesture at the table.

Bryce is munching on a piece of pancake, and I squat his arm and he almost spits out the piece of pancake.

”What? I’m hungry. But I’m sorry that Sor got hurt,“ he says in a quiet voice.

Sky plays with his silver bracelet

”She got dumped, and now she’s miserable…and I just made it worse,“ he sighs again. Looking deflated.

I rub his arm gently and smile at him.

”She just needs time to get over it. It’s too much right. I think she’s too wound up now,“ I say and get up from my chair.

They all look at me.

”I’ll see if she wants some company,“ I say and Bryce looks at me and seems to be asking if I’m sure and I just nod, giving him a light kiss.

Taking the box of cookies with me and walking down the path that leads from their home right down to the beach.

I can make out her shape in her light green sweater, while she’s hugging her knees.

I smile softly.

”I knew I’d find you here,“ I say sitting down beside her.

She looks up and wipes away some tears with the back of her hand.

I smile and open the box of cookies.

She gives me a watery smile.

”I shouldn’t have stormed out like that,“ she starts

”You have a right to how you feel. Sky was out of line, but he loves you. He didn’t mean it the way it came out,“ I say reassuringly.

She leans her head onto my shoulder.

I give her a kiss on her head.

”What happened?“ I ask her.

She sighs against me and I feel her warm breath against my skin.

”Well I don’t if we talked about this…with how busy we’ve both have been lately…but I found myself feeling more and more attracted to men and women. So I started going out with this woman her name is Alisha. Everything seemed great and I wanted to take her to Hayley‘s and Ethan’s wedding as a plus one…but, “ she drifts off and takes another cookie and continues.

”She said how she’s not ready for everyone to know. I was nervous too. When I told mom and dad they weren’t exactly thrilled, but they slowly started accepting me the way I am. But I fell hard for her and then she just broke up with me out of the blue,“ she wipes another tear away.

I hug her tighter.

”I know this isn’t what you want to hear but I think you’re better off without her. I think her fear of what people would think about her took over and she got scared and ran away, metaphorically speaking,“ I say and go on

”You’re such a wonderful person Raya. You’ll see the right person will stumble along when you least expect it to. That’s how it was with me and Bryce,” I stroke her hair gently and she just lets out sobs and I can feel my own eyes water, from seeing her this hurt over someone she’s clearly still in love with.

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After some time, when the sun is starting to set and the box of cookies is empty, only leaving some crumbs, we get up and dust our clothes off from any remaining sand.

That‘s when Sky joins us. I leave them be and walk back towards the house. Illuminated from the inside.

As I turn around I can see them hugging and teasing each other and I grin.

I hate it when family fights. It’s so much more sweeter when they make up.

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Later we’re all gathered around the fire pit. I’m nestled next to Bryce, wearing his warm jacket.

The others put on light jackets too.

We’re roasting some s‘mores and drinking some wine.

Laughing and joking around. Just like old times.

Evie is just telling an embarrassing story about Sky.

Who tries to throw marshmallows at her for her to stop telling the story, but she catches the marshmallows with her hands.

”One time we were at the beach and we only saw Sky running away screaming. At first we thought he was hurt. Turns out he ran away from a turtle,“ Soraya laughs so hard.

”I was four,“ Sky says defensively.

Evie laughs so hard the sip of wine she took almost comes out of her nose.

”Oh my god that’s even worse,“ Bryce says taking a sip of his beer.

”Or remember that one time…“ Sor says

”No more embarrassing stories of Sky. That was it,“ he says

”Do you have any embarrassing stories of Luna?“ I can hear Bryce asking next to me.

Sky smiles mischievously

”Oh I have one,“ he smiles in my direction smirking.

I know instantly which one he means.

”When Luna was about 3 or 4 she stayed with gramps and grammy. She was curious and felt bored so she opened the fridge and climbed into it. She planted face first into blackberry pie, “ Sky wriggles his eyebrows in a playful matter.

I bury my face in Bryce’s neck.

He laughs and looks at me and says

”Little Lu being adventurous. So cute,“ he takes another swig of his drink and asks

”So what happened?“

Soraya is on the ground from all the laughing.

Evie answers in between laughs.

”Grandma almost had a heart attack, because she thought Looney was hurt, because she was nestled between pickles and her face was in blackberry pie. Thankfully nothing happened,“ Evie finished the story.

Everyone is laughing and I chime in after a few seconds.

”What can I say. I love me some pie. I have to say that was really really good 🥺,“ I say munching on another s’more.

My cousins are still hollering with laughter at the fridge story.

We stay like this for some time and share heart warming stories about our families. About people we met and cared for.

It’s funny sometimes you’ll meet people and they’ll surprise you by accepting you the way you are. Loving you unconditionally.

That’s the difference between people who are meant to stay in your life and who care about you, next to those who are passing by and are only your friends temporarily.

As I look at the dwindling flames and my cousins and Bryce. All I see is family and love.

That’s the way it’s supposed to be. Never was I more glad that things that happened led me to this moment right here.

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antiquarianandunusual · 1 year

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Duck the Halls Week One: And a “Bah, Humbug” to You Too!

Duck the Halls Masterpost

Read it on AO3!

Synopsis: The annual Duckburg Christmas Decorating Competition is on the horizon, and Flintheart Glomgold has weaponized it to make a mockery of Scrooge. The millionaire miser, never one for the Christmas spirit, recruits very merry nephew Donald to help him figure out the ins and outs of the holiday.

The only problem is, Glomgold has the same idea, and his bribe, however small, is looking mighty tempting for the upcoming season. Looks like Donald has his work cut out for him!

Fandom: Disney Duck Comics/DuckTales (I took inspiration for the characterizations from both medias! Glomgold, however, is entirely DT87.)

A/N: I came very close to not getting this posted on time because this ended up being so much longer than I originally intended it to be. :_D

Scrooge McDuck had never been much of a Christmas man, or if he had been he certainly had an odd way of expressing it. Chasing carolers away with a tight fist (both literal and metaphorical), frustratedly changing the radio station in flight from perky holiday tunes, and displaying outward disdain for any season’s greetings before December 1st were just a few of the ways he proudly demonstrated his complicated views of the holiday. He didn’t hate it entirely, of course, but Scrooge was notorious for his jaded resentment of certain festivities ad although his family fought tooth and nail to lighten him up, he was also known for being stubbornly set in his ways. Most McDuck Industries celebrations came to pass via merry nephews and mirthful employees, and only then because he weathered the jollity for his loved ones.

So, imagine Donald Duck’s surprised when he pulled into the driveway of McDuck Manor, already humming Jingle Bells in his favorite snowman sweater, to find the mansion dripping with winter cheer on the first of November. The gutters were lined with icicle lights, twinkling even in the midday sun, and the roof had traditional holiday lights trickling down it; the strands were alternating between neon greens and brilliant reds. A winding row of abnormally large, plastic candy canes stuck out from the grass along the driveway’s path. Maybe not extravagant to the average eye, but for McDuck? It was simply a winter wonderland.

Donald hadn’t even begun to think about picking his jaw up off the ground before Scrooge appeared in the manor’s doorway like a disgruntled Santa Claus with his red coat and unkempt whiskers. He was scowling, and the dark circles under his eyes quickly betrayed his lack of sleep. “Nephew!” he barked, taping his cane on the steps.

Normally, Donald would never have let dear Uncle Scrooge regard him in such a way, but he was reeling to the point that rather than reciprocating, he obediently exited the car and stumbled towards the door. “Uncle Scrooge, wh-”

“Ssshh!” Scrooge tugged him by the sleeve and fully into the house. The only light in the main hallway after Scrooge slammed the door behind them spilled through window curtains, creating an eerie, conspiratorial air. Even more suspiciously, he rushed to press one eye to the peephole. “He might hear you!”

“Who, Uncle Scrooge?”

Only tentatively certain the coast was clear, Scrooge tilted back slightly and side-eyed Donald. “Glomgold! That no-good, low-down-”

“Slow down!” Donald hollered. “What’d he do this time?”

“Nothing incriminating- yet.” Scrooge shoulder-checked his nephew and stormed towards the dining room, the taps of his cane echoing ominously throughout the hallway. Donald nervously gulped, yet still followed, and when Scrooge haphazardly gestured towards a chair, he took it, no questions asked. The autumn sunlight blasted through the window on the far side of the cavernous room, which cast Scrooge in a pale, almost ghastly light as he took the seat across from Donald; the light’s reflection on his spectacles rendered his expression nearly unreadable, save for his tight, almost morbid frown. Shadows falling over him accented every ruffled feather and line on his weathered face. “As you know,” he started, “Flintheart Glomgold and I have been rivals for many a year.”

No kidding, Donald thought. He opted to keep it to himself.

“Of course, no matter how small the battle, I pride myself on besting him each time because it shows the world that liars, cheaters, and stealers will always be at the bottom of the barrel. Now, I refuse to stoop to his level, that’s not what I’m getting at. But I know when there’s a fight I cannae weather on my own.” He rose from his seat to cross the threshold and gaze out the window. “You noticed the decorations outside, correct?”

“Well, they’re kind of hard to miss on your front lawn, Uncle Scrooge.”

Scrooge elected to ignore this. “The annual Duckburg Christmas Decorating Competition is on the horizon and Glomgold has plans to enter it.”

“... So?”

“So, he’s taking it as an opportunity to humiliate me!” He sighed and sank into a different chair at the head of the table, massaging his temples. “He announced it on the news last night and called me out by name for ‘not having a merry bone in my body’, as if I don’t know for a fact that the cheat hired a decorator to do the work for him.”

“... But he’s right.”

“That’s beside the point, lad! I’ve never let anyone drag my name through the mud and I certainly don’t plan on starting with Flintheart Glomgold. Regardless, I can’t in good conscious let him take the win away from someone who deserves it.”

With a smirk, Donald reclined in his seat and kicked his feet up onto the table. “You want the $50 prize, don’t you?”

Scrooge swiped his legs back down. Underneath his feathers, he was beaming red. “It’s a perk, yes, but ultimately beside the point.”

Donald readjusted his sailor hat, which had fallen over his beak. “Alright. I’ll bite. What’s this got to do with me?” he grumbled.

“You said it yourself, Glomgold was right. What you see outside is about as far as I got before I hit a roadblock. If I’m going to win, I’ll need the help of someone who knows his way around Christmas.”

“Really? I thought you wanted to come by it honestly.”

“Well, clearly, I’m going to do the work, too! All I need is someone to put me in the right direction.”

“And what do I get out of it?”

“You get the knowledge that you helped your dear, old uncle. Consider it your good deed of the season.” Donald also received a hearty pat on the shoulder, and he sank under Scrooge’s hand with a squawking exhale.

“I don’t get a choice, do I?”

“Not if you want an inheritance.”

“You know, I hate that you can use that against me! Your own nephew!” He whirled around on Scrooge, who was grinning wryly.

“10 A.M. sharp. And don’t be late!”

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Of course, bright and early the next morning, an exhausted Donald was pushing along a cart- obviously, the only one in the store with a broken wheel- down the narrow aisles of the bargain store. He knew he could do a lot with a little and had for as long as he’d had his own house, but he had a bone to pick with Scrooge’s impressive home and characteristically minute budget. At least, he reminded himself, it wasn’t coming out of his own pocket. That was a Christmas miracle he wouldn’t turn his beak up at.

Already stocked in the cart were boxes of more lights with colors of all sorts; tinsel snowmen and Santas with stakes to go into the lawn; rich, green, plastic garland for the front of the roof and door; and all manner of quirky signs that said things like, “Santa stop here”. Donald could already vividly imagine Scrooge’s disdain, a thought that gave him the utmost satisfaction; the miser had demanded a Donald Duck Christmas, so he was going to get one. All that remained on his list was a wreath for the front door. Put it all together and you wouldn’t necessarily have a lavish set of decor, but a charming one, nonetheless.

He continued scouring the aisles, which were looking barer and barer as he shifted towards the back of the store. It appeared that they had moved most of the stock up front in wait for new inventory, which was no significant deal, but the idea that his original plan wouldn’t come to fruition already had him agitated. And he certainly wasn’t about to scramble around Duckburg for it.

It was the next to last aisle, with a flickering- yet still heavenly- fluorescent light above it was his saving grace. The wreath was absolutely hideous; it was made of peppermint-colored tinsel, glittery green ribbon wrapped around it in a way that culminated in the most endearing little bow. A total eyesore, Donald knew it was the most perfect of outcomes. He reached for it on instinct and would have had it had someone not careened head-first into his cart with theirs. The buggy he was steering violently jolted back and the handlebar went into his stomach with such force that he immediately doubled over. Little else mattered as he worked to suppress the sudden, overwhelming nauseous feeling, but he caught a glimpse of the light reflecting off of his coveted wreath as it was held high in triumph.

“Nice try, Duck!” a glib, Scottish voice proclaimed. “That’ll teach you to play errand boy for old Scroogey.”

Donald would have recognized that voice anywhere. “Glomgold?!” he sputtered. He pried his eyes upward and sure enough, there stood the richest duck in the world, who looked immensely out of place in suburban Duckburg. He looked as mean as ever with his brow furrowed over beady eyes and his beak contorted into a wry grimace.

“The old skinflint couldnae be bothered to do his own dirty work, eh?” Glomgold cackled. He tossed the wreath into his almost empty cart. “How honest of him.”

Donald was quickly possessed with the need to defend his uncle; Scrooge got on his nerves, but when it counted, he was still family. Now mostly recovered, Donald rose to his full height. “Tough talk for a guy who has to pay for someone to do his for him. At least ScACK-”

Glomgold’s breath was hot on his face, the collar of his shirt balled in the smaller man’s fist. His feet had left the ground and his torso was hovering just slightly over his buggy. “How did you know about that?!” Glomgold hissed.

“Word travels fast in Duckburg?” Donald choked.

“Bah!” Glomgold shoved Donald backwards. “Doesnae matter. I’ve got more important things to worry about.”

Rubbing his neck, Donald gave Glomgold a nasty look. “Where is your decorator, anyway? Shouldn’t they be doing this kind of work?”

“That’s my personal business and no one else’s!” For a moment, Glomgold’s eyes went wide with embarrassment, but after a moment, he recovered with a scowl. He spat a covering scoff and swiftly moved to back out of the opposite end of the aisle. His face might have been red, although Donald wouldn’t have known; the world’s second-most miser diligently kept his head down.

That is, until an idea struck him. He jolted back up and suddenly gave a mildly alarmed Donald a once-over, landing first on the buggy of seasonal goods and then on his snowflake-patterned sweatshirt. He took a deep breath, swallowed his pride, and approached again, this time careful not to slam into the other’s cart. “How would you like to help an old man out this Christmastime?”

“No, thanks.” There was an apparent edge to Donald’s voice. “Helping Uncle Scrooge is going to give me enough trouble.”

“What if I paid you?”

That caught Donald’s attention. His eyes narrowed, yet the extra layer of suspicion did little to mask the evident excitement. “How much?”

“One hundred. Not a penny over.”

The duck would have been lying if he said his heart hadn’t skipped a beat. $100 would never solve all of his problems, but it certainly wouldn’t hurt anything; there were dozens of ways he could use the extra cash. Presents, groceries, bills... Scrooge would never let him live it down, but he was always complaining about Donald not working hard enough to earn his keep...

Who said Scrooge had to find out, anyway?

“Pay me up front and we have a deal.”

Glomgold frowned. “And why exactly should I trust McDuck’s nephew to keep his word?”

“Why should I trust my uncle’s nemesis to actually pay me what I’m owed?”

“Hmm... Touché. Fine. Be at my mansion by 2 o’clock this evening- no later! You’ll get your money when you show up. My old decorator, erm... left behind most of his decorations, so all you need to do is handle putting them up.” Glomgold backed away, this time for real, and as he rounded the corner, hollered, “Remember- 2 o’clock!”

Once he vanished, Donald sighed. This was going to be a very long day.

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Task one was getting McDuck Manor in tip-top shape in just under four hours, and Scrooge was already making things difficult.

If you had ever even heard of Scrooge McDuck, you were well aware that his stubbornness was unparalleled. To phrase it nicely, he was a particular man who knew precisely what he wanted, and when that vision was compromised, he quickly became testy. This was discernible from the moment Donald had begun unloading the car when he approached, at least appearing slightly more rested this time. However, a good night’s rest did little to prevent him from being ornery; all it took was a sideways glance for Donald to gauge what kind of day it was going to be.

Knowing this, Donald made the executive decision to tackle the worst of it first: the garland. Should tensions have escalated, he wanted to have solid ground beneath his feet by the time it happened; although Scrooge wasn’t particularly malicious these days, his loving nephew still didn’t entirely trust him not to “accidentally” send him over the roof’s edge. So, the dynamic duo took Donald’s old toolbox, Scrooge’s rickety ladder, and some semblance of team spirit up and to the top of the manor.

Everything started off with enough niceties. They began by temporarily removing the icicle lights that were already up, which they would reinstall over the garland. Scrooge’s habit of micromanaging manifested only in claiming the brunt of the work while Donald collected nails and wrapped the lights up neatly. They small-talked about how school was going for the nephews (surprisingly well; Donald didn’t have to tell them to do their homework as much, anymore), how Daisy was faring (as high-strung as ever), and how McDuck Industries stocks were looking (still worth trillions despite certain efforts). It was rather pleasant for a time until they actually moved on to the main part of the job.

Scrooge started on the left side of the roof and Donald on the right. The garland was just long enough to cover the length of the front of the roof, which they both concurred was all they really needed. But it was pulled taut with little give; it was only a matter of time before someone got caught on it or adjusted it just slightly too far. This person, of course, just so happened to be Donald, not even realizing he was tugging on it.

“Watch it, lad!”

“What do you mean, ‘watch it’?!”

“I mean what I said!” Scrooge gestured frantically. “You’re yanking on the blasted thing! It’ll go all uneven!”

Donald grumbled something slightly foul under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, Uncle Scrooge!”

For a long moment, Scrooge glowered at Donald. Upon realizing his nephew wasn’t going to remove his gaze from his hammering, he pulled on his end of the garland. This ripped it out of Donald’s hand and sent half of it fluttering to the ground below.

Donald rolled his eyes and with a sigh, marched over to Scrooge’s side to reel the rest of the garland back up. “Really, Scrooge?”

“No clue what you’re talking about, Donald.”

And so, the games began.

The garland installation continued exactly as it began, in a passive-aggressive back-and-forth, a quiet battle of seeing who would lose their temper first. When this was done and the two of them were red-faced from pulling against one another, the replacement of the lighting kept the legacy going. These strands were just a little bit longer than the garland, so engaging in physical combat wasn’t much of an option, but they substituted tiny, antagonistic remarks and conveniently timed sighs with the sole intention of driving the other mad. No one lost it entirely, although headway was certainly made.

Afterward, they shifted to the lights Donald had just purchased, which he proposed they wrap around the driveway candy canes to create a humble chain of light along the path. This seemed to please Scrooge well enough, so Donald moved to open the boxes and dumped the strings out into his hand.

Every box was tangled into a catastrophic ball. Scrooge’s sneer quickly returned, yet he extended a helpful hand. “Let me take care of that,” he offered. “You just worry about the signposts.”

Conceding, Donald forked over the strand he was working on and snatched the bags with the signs and tinsel figures in them. He could already hear Scrooge quietly cursing as he fumbled with the lights. As he selected a tattered mallet from the toolbox, Donald opted to ignore it.

In the bags, there were currently six signs with various sayings and four of the adorable figures. An even total of ten meant five on either side of the lawn; they could be staggered, too, creating a sense of chaotic order. The image of it alone made Donald wish they had more of a front yard at the Duck household; most of their decor was confined to the porch and inside the house, which was fine, but he occupied his mind as he hammered away with thoughts of what he could do if he had as much space as Scrooge did. Inflatables were his favorite of the ideas.

“Oy!” hollered Scrooge, breaking him out of his trance. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m putting the signs up like you asked!”

“Not like that, you’re not! They’re too neat. Try mixing them up a wee bit.”

Mixing them up? Donald mouthed incredulously, though he still began pulling the stakes from the grass. He assumed Scrooge meant less orderly and more random, although he didn’t think they were particularly “neat” to begin with. Either way, he resigned himself to Scrooge’s bossiness just for the sake of getting it done; the best he could do was try for a general idea of what his uncle wanted. He had barely begun moving a red, green, and gold sign that read “Jingle all the way” before he was snapped at once more.

“A little to the right, lad! Now, just a tad back. No, the other way! The way you’re facing! Right, right, there you are!”

Donald hammered the signpost into the ground and as soon as he was finished, marched over to Scrooge. He took the half-detangled lights from his hand and replaced them with the mallet.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” quipped Scrooge.

Since Scrooge had already powered through most of them with surprising alacrity, the lights were quick work and fairly straightforward. And with McDuck occupied at either side of the property, there was no reason for the two of them to be bickering with one another. Once left to their own devices, they even glanced at one another occasionally to make sure everything was alright, offering reassuring nods and maybe even affirming smiles. When Scrooge was done with the signs, he wordlessly took a light strand and got started on the candy canes opposite Donald. Their tasks were completed much faster as they operated in silence.

Finally, both of them stepped back to admire their handiwork. By no means was it fancy or even really above average, but no one would believe they were passing Scrooge McDuck’s house. With its homespun Duck touch, the mansion looked cozier than ever. Donald couldn’t help but take pride in what they accomplished, and neither could Scrooge, who gave him a well-meaning smack on the shoulder.

“Would you look at that! Not half bad, lad.”

Donald beamed. “Thanks, Uncle Scrooge.”

“But I cannae help but wonder if there’s something missing.” He pointed thoughtfully at the door. “What about hanging something there? A wreath, maybe?”

Donald inhaled sharply- he had just about forgotten. “I tried to find one while I was out,” he threw out as he pulled out his watch. “They were all out, so I’ll have to look again when they restock.”

It was only 12:35. A sigh of relief escaped his beak; he was way ahead of schedule.

“You’ve got somewhere to be?” He looked back up at Scrooge and noticed the billionaire’s eyebrow was raised. A bead of sweat fell down the side of Donald’s face.

“Oh, uh... I’m... just working an odd job downtown. To make some extra money for the holidays.” It wasn’t entirely a lie- simply a paraphrased version of what was really happening. Right?

The response began as a small hum of what seemed to be understanding and a slight nod. Scrooge audibly exhaled and for a moment, Donald wondered if he might have been disappointed. “Alright then, lad. You best be going, then. Don’t want to be late, do we?”

“Of course not, Uncle Scrooge.”

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Donald had meagerly hoped that Glomgold would be thrilled that he was there not only on time but over an hour early. He was, in fact, the opposite. He was already shouting about Donald’s audacity for showing up at his door without warning and how when he gave a time, he meant it. At least he kept his word about the payment.

Glomgold hadn’t even bothered to get the decorations ready or have one of his many staff members take care of it; everything was piled up in the main hall and looked to have been there for several days. There were boxes that had toppled over and not been picked up, ornaments that had rolled out of the fray and across the floor, and some containers that had dents in them from where they had seemingly been kicked. It was already apparent that this was going to be a much bigger job than he had just done for Scrooge and longer, too, because there was no way he was going to coax an already bilious Flintheart into helping him.

He didn’t even have any place to start. There were no decorations already up, and when he asked what was wanted, Glomgold offered little more than a “figure it out” before retreating into his study. Donald didn’t entirely mind being given creative liberty, yet he had a feeling deep in his heart that he didn’t have nearly as much freedom as he was being led to believe. Either way, his only choice was to swallow his pride and get to work.

The rest of the afternoon and into the evening was one of the worst work experiences he had ever had the displeasure of having- and he had had many a rotten one. He arrived at around 12:45 and ended up at the manor until approximately 8 p.m. In that time, he redid the decorations he had worked so hard on a grand total of three times.

It wasn’t the workload or the time it took that bothered him, but rather the lack of respect on the part of his temporary employer. Whenever Glomgold broke away from his study to check in, it was always to nitpick, to berate, to demand he do it again, do better, with no other instruction. He would slam the door when going back indoors, which almost always knocked decorations of some kind down; there was one time when the ladder Donald was using shook and almost fell to the ground, the only saving grace being that the duck was quick to catch onto the gutters for stability. That was the third time he had done it, and the time that helped Donald realize it was intentional.

Scrooge was obnoxiously discrete, but by the second time Glomgold had demanded he take everything down and start completely from scratch, he desperately missed his uncle’s criticisms.

By the time 8 o’clock had finally come around, Glomgold seemed absolutely indifferent about the grueling work Donald had diligently put into this round of decorating. As he worked, the worn decorator came up with the most intense, inspiring speech he could in the event that he was told to do it again. He was actually rather disappointed that he wasn’t and what somehow made it even worse was that Glomgold didn’t even say he liked it. He just told Donald his job was done, and he could go home.

Donald’s exhaustion became fully palpable when he sank into the driver’s seat of his car. Each and every muscle he had used begged for rest and he could barely keep his eyes open and focused on the road. He didn’t even remember most of the ride home.

He more fell into the doorway than stepped. The triplet nephews were already in bed by now, but he could see the living room light on where Daisy, who was keeping an eye on them, was still awake. “Daisy, I’m home,” he half-whispered as he shuffled towards the quiet sounds of the television.

He heard the voice before he saw the face. “How was your workday, lad?”

A jolt of energy sparked through Donald’s body. He looked up and there was Scrooge on the couch, arms crossed like a parent waiting for a teenager that was out past curfew. “Uncle Scrooge? Where’s Daisy?”

“Oh, I sent her home. You said it yourself, she’s just been working so hard lately, I figured she’d want a break. Besides, I want to have a little chat.” Scrooge patted the seat on the couch next to him. Very carefully, Donald approached and sat down. “How was old Flinty?”

“How did you-?!”

Scrooge scrunched his face up in morbid glee. “‘Word travels fast in Duckburg.’” He half-sighed, half-chuckled. “After you left, a certain someone left a voicemail on my answering machine. Oh, that mountebank was just dying to tell me that he got my nephew to work for him. Real proud of himself. I didn’t even make it through the whole message, I was so angry with you. I almost marched down there myself and dragged you back home!”

“... But...?”

“Well, Duckworth heard through the grapevine that his decorator had quit after a series of disagreements. A whole lot of foul behavior out of that man.”

“It’s because he’s awful!” Donald finally snapped.

“Which is exactly why I restrained myself.” He leaned in and firmly gripped Donald’s shoulder. “Learned your lesson, did you?”

Donald festered in it for a moment.

“‘Yes, Uncle Scrooge. I’m right sorry I worked with your arch-nemesis, Uncle Scrooge!’”

“Oh, fine! I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry! Now, can I go to bed? I’m beat.”

“Just one more thing.” Grinning, Scrooge held out his hand. “Give me half of what he paid you.”

“What? No way!”

“Och, well now I’m never going to forget the sting of your betrayal-”

“Shush up, you old geezer, here!” Donald slapped fifty out of the hundred into Scrooge’s hand. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

“Aye, we’ve all got something to be ashamed of. Now, you best be getting upstairs. I overheard the bairns planning to pull out your decorations tomorrow morning.”

Donald buried his face into one of the couch’s pillows, Scrooge’s cackles echoing in his ears.

#fanfiction #disney ducks #disney ducks comics #ducktales #ducktales 1987 #i know the characterization is kind of wacky here but bear with me!!#i'm kind of generally combining the characterizations from different adaptations #hence why glomgold is scottish and not south african #also this is my first short story in forever!!#the last one was a drabble that i posted in april and ended up deleting #i don't think i've written a legitimate story since my be more chill era #anyway #sorry if this is kind of a rough start but i'm hoping it lets me jump into the other stories!#also i promise scrooge and donald actually like each other they're just both very stubborn #scrooge mcduck #donald duck #flintheart glomgold #not me forgetting to tag the characters the first go-round #christmas #duck the halls

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sfb123 · 2 years

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For my last day reminiscing about @wackydrabbles, I had a hard time picking just one more fic to share, so I decided to create a master list of all of the drabbles I posted in my short time participating.

Count on Me - Prompt #77

Quit Your Life - Prompt #80

Stealing Moments - Prompt #88

Whatcha Wearin’ Under There? - Prompt #93

Knit Me Baby, One More Time - Wacky Drabble 100 Week Challenge

Ballerina Girl - Prompt #100

What Do You Think? - Prompt #105

Unmasked - Prompt #119

Sick Day - Prompt #120

A Royal Recipe - Prompt #131

King Father of the Bride - Prompts #135, #136, #140, #142

Though KFOTB started as a Wacky Drabble series, it will continue on. Stay tuned for chapter 5, coming up tomorrow as my final WD submission.

#wacky drabbles throwback #wacky drabbles #the royal romace #trr #choicesfandom #choices trr #choices the royal romance #liam x riley #liam x mc #liam rys #riley brooks #trr liam #trr mc #trr fandom #trr fanfic

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katedrakeohd · 2 years

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For my heartfelt farewell to..

This week, I'm posting a MASTERLIST of some of my favorite prompts/series that I've contributed to. Come take a read down memory lane with me.

Taking Drake Home to Mama (TRH)

Donuts and Detours - Prompt #1 "Do not open that box."

Goose on the Loose - Prompt #2 "This is what I have to deal with everyday."

Something in the Oven - Prompt #3 "I'll be home in an hour"

Dinner Discourse - Prompt #4 "We need to identify the source of the problem."

Washing Up - Prompt #5 - Shouldn’t we report this? - How the heck would we report it?

Just Desserts

Doing the Laundry - Prompt #6 "You make no sense sometimes."

If the Boxers Fit - Prompt #7 "So is this something you do regularly?"

Move me Baby - Prompts #8 and #9: "Help me with this, would you?" "Maybe you're too innocent."

Long Distance Charges - Prompt #10: “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

💖💖💖💖💖 Now I'm off to look through some more of my writings for more wackys. 💖💖💖 BRB. 😘

@sirbeepsalot @burnsoslow @emceesynonymroll

#wacky drabbles

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im-still-a-robot · 2 years

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Berries, pastries and tea, love and loneliness, and sharing food as a love language (and the absence of it)

#wacky watermelons #this is about ro mars and m #in different ways #my ocs contain (contrasting) multitudes #its fun #anyway I was reminded of a dream i had about blueberry pie #of making it sort of #of having my hands and clothes stained blue #of the ground being stained #it was vibrant blue. not actually blueberry stain colored #but i also recall a person standing by the door as i came inside (supposedly with berries)#i dont think i ever made the pie #but i knew somehow that was the goal #specifically to make blueberry pie for someone the other person (who i saw outside) cared about #and this post is also partially about the ro drabble i made about (mc) berries at like. 2am one time #and all of my headcanons about m making tea (+ just mc food in general)#idk man #read this post. figure out the rest. listen to 'ready for you' by ren too i guess #if im being weird you're right. just give it a week lol ill be fine

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bebepac · 2 years

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Last Call (Farewell Wacky Drabbles)

I am participating in the very last @wackydrabbles started by @emceesynonymroll and continued by @burnsoslow and @sirbeepsalot and I appreciate you keeping it going as long as you did. I enjoyed my time creating these over the years, and I thought it fitting to post this wacky drabble as as it was one of the series ideas I got during Wacky drabbles. Prompt# 145: That was really really good will appear in bold. There’s a special message in here for all wacky drabbler’s past and present, so I hope you will read, as I plan to read every wacky drabble that comes across. Also @choicesmonthlychallenge prompt 1: Lemonade.

The Series: Pop’s Place

The Book: TRR (no royals)

Pairings: Mia x Jaiden (Mia x M!OC) / with past pairings of Mia x Liam and Mia x Drake

Word Count: 994

Warnings and Ratings: a few curse words /Teen

Song Inspiration: Closing Time by Semisonic

Summary: Mia, Jaiden, and Liam work their last shift together at Pop’s Place before they leave to go back to school for sophomore year of college.

Original Post: 05/02/22 at 11:59AM EST.

So many things happened, but this was the best summer of my life. I think that I came out of my shell a little bit. Who am I kidding a lot more than I thought I ever would. I had three guys chasing me this summer! And I always felt like I was not the type of girl that would have that, but a month before summer vacation was over, my heart landed with the soft spoken, and kind Jaiden Brooks.

His eyes met mine as he cleared one of the tables for me. I smiled at him and he smiled back,

mouthing the words "I love you."

I blew him a kiss, saying it back to him with ease, which that part was so new for me. I was in love, and he loved me back! Focus Mia!!! I was in the process of taking the order of the customer in front of me.

The older woman sitting down, seeing my attention wavering, glanced back at Jai.

"Young love. You two are adorable."

“Thank you.”

“Should I repeat my order?”

I smiled. “Yes please.”

This time I paid close attention.

I know I said this was the best summer of my life, but on the flip, it was also the worst. My Pops, the owner of the restaurant where all my family works in some capacity or another, had a heart attack, taking him out on an extended medical leave.

Who knew it was going to be three teenagers: Me, in charge of the floor, Liam now promoted to head cook, and Jaiden helping to run the restaurant the last part of summer? And somehow we didn't run the place into the ground on shortened hours during the week and no weekend hours, but we were making more money than we had been. Our community had taken care of us when we really needed it and Pop's Place had brought us all together that summer.

Liam had learned shorthand language I used to communicate orders to Pops, and we all had fallen into a very efficient groove together. Even the hostility between Jaiden and Liam had lessened.

Oh right, I didn't tell you. If you didn't know, Liam and I well didn’t “officially date”, but had some flirtations going on, and one steamy nearly naked situation.

And we can’t forget Drake Walker….. Let’s just say I was living my best life this summer. Hot girl summer was on and poppin’.

"Hey guys I want you to try something. I want to take it to Pops as a new menu item, maybe seasonal dish or something. Take a break for a minute and sit down, I really need your opinion.”

Both Jaiden and Mia sat down at the back booth that always seemed to be reserved for staff taking breaks or eating their own lunches and or dinners.

“It’s kind of a different take on your favorite Mia, but it’s different, and I think the changes elevate the dish a lot.”

“Oooh fancy smancy talk. The changes elevated the dish.” I chided with Liam speaking with a haughty English accent.

“Mia stop being an asshole!” He playfully pushed me and I laughed harder.

Jaiden had already taken a bit from his dish.

“Holy hell babe, are you going to eat the rest of yours?”

“Jai, I haven't even had a bite yet!”

“Liam, for real, you need to seriously think about cooking school, this is amazing.”

While Jaiden and Liam were talking Mia cleared her sample plate of food.

“Liam, that was really really good.”

Liam actually looked bashful for once. He always seemed so confident. “You guys really think it’s good enough to take to Pops?”

“Yes!” Both Jaiden and Mia declared enthusiastically.

“The only thing I’m concerned with is the fact you can only give him a little, he’s going to want a whole plate, and this doesn’t taste heart healthy.” Mia chuckled lightheartedly.

Liam laughed. “Oh trust me, it’s not!!!”

That last shift together flew by like grease lightning as Pops would say.

At ten minutes until closing time I did our 'last call' for any last refills or to-go orders, and at 6:00PM on the dot, I let out the last few customers and locked the door behind them, flipping the sign on the door from Yes, We’re Open, to Sorry! We’re Closed.

"That's everyone!" I yelled.

Jaiden turned up the music and the three of us worked as a team helping each other finish our nightly duties.

“You guys I’m going to miss this.” I was feeling sappy and sentimental.

Liam laughed. “You’re being dramatic. You’re going to school twenty minutes away Mia! It’s not like you're moving to another country and we’ll never see each other ever again. Hell you and Jaiden are going to the same damn school together for crying out loud.”

“Liam’s right Babe. Liam will still be around, we’ll all still be around. We just won’t always be here at this one place anymore. Just because we don’t have this particular place anymore, doesn’t mean we can’t socialize. We can still hang out and stuff. Just don’t be a stranger when we see each other out and about, and remember we started here first.”

Mia wrapped one arm around Liam and the other around Jaiden.

“Thank you guys.”

Not even twenty four hours later:

“See, the Three Musketeers have already been reunited again!"

Liam had helped me move my stuff into my dorm room, because Pops was still taking things easy, and well Jaiden was moving into his dorm too, and had showed up as soon as he could.

“How’d you guys get everything put in so quickly?”

“I promised Liam lunch. Pizza and Root beer.”

“New York style pizza?” Jaiden inquired.

“Of course, the best you can get in our area, and yes I got lemonade for you Jai.”

“That’s my girl!” Jaiden kissed my lips.

Even though we weren’t at Pop’s, we found a way to find each other and socialize. My boys were totally right.

I hope that you all see what I did here in these lines. Let’s not be strangers, fellow wacky drabblers, past and present.

If you would like to see how Liam and Drake messed things up with the TRR MC Mia, please click: Pop’s Place

If you would like to see what happens when she goes back to school with Jaiden Please Click Mia’s World

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