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rai-knightshade-art · 1 year

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"I missed you."

"....I missed you, too."

Prompt #2, Pitch Perfect RarePair Week

This scene now has a Part 2! Check it out here!

Artist thoughts, links to the other prompt days, and a Close Up under the cut, Image ID in the alt text!

*drags myself in out of sheer force of will, collapsing immediately on the floor, holding this post aloft like a hard-won trophy* I did it. I got the drawing for today's prompt done. Here you go.

So, backstory: this is technically related to what will now be three posts later this week (because there's supposed to be a second part of this drawing based on Prompt #7, "I can't say it so I'll sing it", that will now be posted along with my original unrelated idea for #7 on Sunday), all of which are based on a fanfic I've been writing for a couple months now. Said fic (and two of the three posts) is Jeca-centered, but it's based in a little pocket verse that has a LOT more going on in it than just their whole... Thing, and that includes other RarePairs hanging out and generally being adorable in the background. (This includes all of the rarepairs I'm featuring this week, btw.)

Enter Chaubrey, who have their own side story going on that includes at least one gay panic (Aubrey), years of pining (Chloe, literally from their freshman year at Barden onwards), a mutual realization of "holy shit there might be something here, actually!" (Seen above, more on that below), a few months of hesitant flirting and maybe-sorta-kinda dates, and, finally, a reveal of feelings through meaningful glances during a duet featuring the rest of the Bellas (and a subsequent mutual decision to sneak off and talk things through after... Which may or may not lead to smooching in a broom closet somewhere. Maybe. Yes, Fat Amy finds them, and, no, she never lets them hear the end of it, even at their wedding a year later). It's a lot, is what I'm getting at here, that unfortunately goes mostly unsaid in-story due to the POV(s) I'm writing in, but I felt it was important that y'all know about it anyways because they live in my head rent free. Constantly. So.

Now, as for this scene specifically: set roughly 1 and a half years after PP3, Aubrey and Chloe are helping Beca pick out a wedding outfit as the Chief Bridesmaid and Maid of Honor, respectively (a position that Chloe threatened to fight Fat Amy for until Beca, in fear of "the Kraken has been unleashed!", declared that Chloe was Maid of Honor and Fat Amy would officiate, end of story), a month or two after Beca announced her engagement via a group zoom call (and Chloe's excited reaction subsequently provoked a Gay Panic™ in Aubrey as she suddenly had the realization that "I want to see her smile like that for the rest of my life", a Totally Normal and Measured Reaction to have for your best friend of course). Stacie would help but she's trying to wrangle a flower girl dress for little Bella across the country in New York, and Emily is splitting her time between song writing and helping with other logistics ("I've been researching venues, did you know there's actually an old movie theatre here in LA that can be rented out for weddings?" "rEALLY?!?! 😍" "NO." "Come oooonnnn, Becs, you gotta admit that's cool!" "Not. Happening."), So it's down to Chloe and Aubrey to help find the perfect wedding gown suit for Beca, because, and I quote, "Just because I agreed to a wedding does NOT mean I'm gonna be like every other bride on Say Yes to the Dress or whatever, if we're doing this we're doing it my way, and I'm not wearing a poofy overpriced dress that I can only use once, got it?" ("But, Beca, don't you wanna, I dunno, dress up for your husband-to-be? Go the whole nine yards?" "Are you kidding?! Jesse offered to just go up to the courthouse and be done with it, he's still amazed I said yes in the first place. It was only after I reminded him that you pitches would hunt us down and murder us if we got married without you that he agreed to do an actual wedding." "...Damn. You two really are made for each other huh." "You're also correct, there would be nowhere on this planet you could hide from our wrath if you'd eloped. Fat Amy has connections.")

Anyways.

In the midst of the chaos of trying on outfits and assuring the sales associate at each shop (because there are multiple shops visited, by the way) that, yes, she really does want a suit instead of a dress, and no, she won't be persuaded otherwise, and in trying to find matching bridesmaid outfits for the rest of the girls, Chloe and Aubrey find some moments to just... Talk. They haven't been able to talk much since the tour, at least in person, and they've missed that. They've missed each other. (Hence, the prompt!) Herein comes the realization that they're both single (rip Chicago you'll debatably be missed), and the mutual blushes and unusually shy glances start clueing them each in that, huh. It's almost like... She might... Reciprocate??? My feelings??? But they don't quite get to unpack that because there's still suit shopping to do!

But they'll get there, don't worry! We'll get the resolution to this little storyline on Sunday, because what better way to finally confess your feelings than with the same mashup that first truly brought you and your friends together! 😎

In the meantime, I've got bonus posts going up tomorrow and Thursday (because I couldn't come up with anything for either of those prompts, though I did try), then we're back with the last 4 true Prompt Entries™ starting Friday, with two entries for Sunday!

Days I've participated in (and Entries I've posted):

Day 1 (This is me trying): Link

Day 2 (I missed you): You Are Here!

Day 5 (if honesty means telling the truth... Well then the truth is I'm still in love with you): Link

Day 6 (there's no way that it's not going to happen with you looking at me like that): Link

Day 7.1 (I can't say it, so I'll sing it): Link

Day 7.2 (part 2): Link

Plus a relevant bonus Post for this particular scene can be found here!

Close Up:

#chaubrey #pitch perfect rare pair week #pprpw22 #pprpw22.2 #pitch perfect rare pair week 22 #pitch perfect #aubrey posen #chloe beale #myposts #myart

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eastofthemoon · 3 years

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Ssoo, I ended up writing a follow up fic to my first Lego Monkie Kid fic. LOL

Title: The Aunt and the Monkey

Rating: G

Summary: On the one hand, MK is happy his aunt will be home for his birthday. On the other hand, he is not thrilled with having to explain to her about being Monkey King's successor.

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Pigsy hummed to himself as he finished filling up the pot with water.

“Now just need to get the noodles-”

“PIGSY! I GOT A PROBLEM!”

Pigsy yelped as he jumped and spilled the water from the pot onto the floor and himself.

His eyes twitched as he spun around. “MK! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT SNEAKING UP ON ME?!”

“Sorry, sorry,” MK rambled as he shook Pigsy’s shoulders. “But I have a huge problem!”

Pigsy sighed as he held MK’s arm to calm the kid. “Alright, alright, what’s the issue.”

“Aunt Ling is coming home for my birthday!”

Pigsy blinked and scratched his head. “Um...correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that a good thing?”

MK sighed as he rubbed his neck. “Well, yeah, I’m happy she’ll be here, but that means I’m going to have to tell her.”

“Tell her what?” Pigsy then paused, raised an eyebrow and jabbed at MK’s chest. “Wait...do you mean-”

MK gave a sheepish grin. “About gaining Monkey King’s powers? Um..yeah.”

“It’s almost been a year! How could you not have told her about it yet?!” Pigsy yelled.

“Well, I didn’t think it something I explained in an email or on the phone,” MK hastily replied. “I mean...isn’t this the kind of thing you should do in person?!”

Pigsy raised, but then lowered his hand. The kid actually made a fair point. Ling was opened minded, but even she might have a hard time believing it if MK had just explained over the phone.

“So, now I got no choice, but to tell her,” MK continued as he began to pace. “I mean, I could just not tell her, but with my luck Red Son would come to attack right when we’re having dinner.”

Again, Pigsy couldn’t argue against that.

“Then just tell her kid,” Pigsy said.

“But what if she doesn’t want me to do it?!” MK waved his arms frantically. “You know how over protective she can be sometimes. Oh, no, what if the mere mention of it gives her a heart attack and-”

“Kid, breathe,” Pigsy said as he grabbed his shoulders. “Look, yeah, she might not like it, but you are old enough to make your own choices.”

MK sighed and chewed his bottom lip. “I know, but doing something that I know she hates just makes me feel, guilty, ya know?”

Pigsy sighed and patted his arm. “Yeah, I do, but let’s not jump to conclusions. You never know, she might be fine with it.”

“Y-yeah,” MK stammered. “But how do I tell her?”

Pigsy grabbed his chin. “When is she arriving?”

“Late tonight,” MK said.

Pigsy clapped his hands. “Alright, then in the morning you two can come in before we open. We butter her up with a couple bowls of noodles and you tell her.”

MK looked hopeful. “Do you honestly think that will work?”

“S-sure,” Pigsy said with a forced smile.

He had no sweet clue if it would work, but he did know people often took shocking news better on a full stomach. At the very least, Pigsy would be near by to back MK up.

“Okay,” MK said as he took a deep breath. “Thanks, Pigsy, I feel a lot better.”

“Anytime,” Pigsy said as he patted his back. “Happy Birthday by the way.”

MK gave a small laugh. “It’s not until tomorrow, but thanks.” He shoved his hands into his jacket. “I just hope Aunt Ling will be okay with the whole thing.”

Me too, Pigsy thought.

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Everything happened just as they had planned.

MK and his aunt were at his front doors before he opened.

Ling gave Pigsy a huge hug.

“It’s great to see you, Pigsy,” she exclaimed and clapped her hands. “Thanks for letting us come in early.”

“No, problem,” Pigsy said as he rubbed his neck. “Birthday privileges you know?”

He glanced back to the kid. MK was smiling, while he had his hands tucked into his coat pockets and his eyes were twitchy.

He’s a nervous wreck.

“How about the usual,” Pigsy said as he went behind the counter.

“That sounds great,” Ling said as she took a seat and MK next to her.

“Y-yeah, nothing beats Pigsy’s noodles bowls,” MK said.

It didn’t take long for them to finish their noodle bowls. MK quietly set down his chop sticks and looked up at her.

“Aunt Ling,” MK said with a sigh. “I have to tell you something.”

Ling frowned as she crossed her arms. “I had a feeling something was up.” She gave a laugh. “Alright, Sweetie, what did you do?”

MK rubbed his neck as he reached into his pocket. “You remember the Monkey King?”

Ling laughed. “Of course, that was always your favourite story growing up.”

“Well, he’s real,” MK said as he looked at her, “and he’s chosen me as his successful so I’ve inherited all of his powers.”

Ling blinked, tilted her head and laughed. “Okay, very funny, you almost had me there-”

“He’s serious, Ling,” Pigsy said as he leaned over the counter.

Ling froze. “W-what?”

MK stood up. “Here, might be better if I show you.”

He took up the tiny staff and had it instantly grow bigger.

Ling yelped. “What the-”

“And I can multiple myself, watch,” MK said as he tugged out a few strains of hair. He blew at them and suddenly two more Mks appeared in the room.

“Hi, Aunt Ling!” the clones greeted.

Ling yelped as she looked lost staring at the two nephews in front of her.

Just as fast as they appeared they vanished.

“I’ve been trying to shape shift, but I haven’t gotten there yet,” MK said as he rambled, “but I could show you-”

Pigsy cut him off as he touched his shoulder.

“I think she gets it, kid,” he said.

Ling looked like she was in shock as she hugged her purse to her chest.

“H-how did this even happen?” she asked.

MK rubbed his neck and gave a shaky laugh. “Well, it all started when I accidentally stumbled upon the Demon Bull King being released.”

“You what?”

“And I tried to get the staff to Monkey King, but they took it back, and then Monkey King told me I was his successor so I fought Demon Bull King and won.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

MK waved his hands. “I know it sounds dangerous, but I’m really getting the hand of fighting demons.”

Ling’s eyes twitched. “You..fight demons regularly?”

MK rubbed his neck. “Yeah, well, it is part of being a hero you know? But Monkey King has been training me.”

Pigsy watched Ling’s face carefully. She grew quiet like her brain was absorbing all of this information.

“I see,” she said. “And you’re happy about this?”

“It’s a dream come true! I feel like I found my true calling,” MK rambled with a nervous grin. “I know you’re probably worried, but don’t be! I’m doing great and Monkey King is a great mentor!” He hugged his staff to his chest. “So, um what do you think Aunt Ling? Are you okay that I do this?”

“Um...” Ling said as she glanced to Pigsy, took a breath and had a huge smile plastered on her face. “I-I think that’s wonderful, sweetheart!”

MK blinked as he tilted his head. “You do?”

“Of course!” Ling said as she hugged him, but Pigsy still couldn’t see her face. “This is clearly something you want and very important to you.” She let go of him and MK was beaming.

“Oh, wow, thanks, Aunt Ling,” MK he exclaimed and rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, I was super worried you were going to freak out or something.”

Ling chuckled, but Pigsy’s ears couldn’t help notice it sounded a bit forced.

“Well, you’re old enough to make your own choices and if you’re happy that’s all that matters to me,” she replied.

MK wiped the sweat off his forehead and suddenly his phone buzzed. He picked it up and showed it to Ling. “It’s Mei, she says she has her birthday present for me.”

“Then you should go and see her,” Ling said as she patted MK’s head. “Why not bring her along for dinner later to celebrate.”

“Yeah, okay,” MK said as he headed out the door. “Oh, hey, maybe I can introduced you to Monkey King later too?”

“.....Yes, that sounds..great,” Ling replied.

MK continued to smile as he waved and left.

The door shut and Ling still didn’t move for several minutes. Pigsy leaned over the counter and coughed.

“Uh, Ling,” he asked. “You okay there?”

Ling slowly turned around. She was smiling, but it was clearly a forced smile. Pigsy was suddenly reminded of a soda bottle ready to burst open being opened.

“Pigsy, do you have somewhere a person could scream without being heard?” she asked in a very tense voice.

Pigsy pointed to his left. “The broom closet should be safe.”

“Thank you,” Ling said as she promptly collected her purse, got inside the closet and shut the door.

Seconds later muffled screams could be heard and Pigsy was rather impressed. He never knew Ling had such strong lungs.

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“Alright,” Sandy said as he patted Ling’s back. “Just breathe in and out, in and out.”

Ling did as she instructed as she held the cup of tea in her hands. “In and out, in and out,” she repeated.

Pigsy watched next to her as he crossed his arms. Sandy was the first person he called once Ling had finished her scream fest in the closet. The woman was still wounded up and Sandy was the best candidate in calming a person down.

Tang adjusted his glasses as he whispered into Pigsy’s ear. “So, she never screamed in front of MK?”

“Nope,” Pigsy said. “She was careful to keep it all in.”

Tang stroked his chin. “Wow, she took it better than I thought she would. I was certain she would faint.”

Pigsy glared at him as Ling sipped at the tea.

“Thank you, Sandy,” she said. “The tea does help.”

“Always does,” Sandy said as he held up the kettle.

Ling took in a deep breath as she set down the cup. “Alright, now can someone explain to me how my nephew ended up as heir to the Monkey King?”

“It’s like how the kid said,” Pigsy said as he sat up. “It kind of just happened.”

“And none of you thought that maybe he was too young to be put in such a position?” she asked.

“Ling, he’s old enough to make his own decisions,” Pigsy said as he raised a hand. “You told MK this yourself.”

Ling sighed as she massaged her forehead. “I know but..he’s far to young to have that kind of responsibility on him! I could barely get him to clean his room and now he’s expected to fight demons?!”

Tang cleared his throat. “To be fair, I believe MK is more interested in being a hero than cleaning his room.”

Ling shot him a glare and sighed as she got her purse. “You know when I came home to surprise MK the worst I expected that MK got a tattoo or something.” She slouched into her seat. “This whole Monkey King business is that last thing I ever pictured.”

Tang raised an eyebrow. “So what are you planning to do?”

“What can I do?!” Ling said as she bolted upright. “I hate the idea of MK putting himself in danger, but he clearly wants this! If I tell him how I feel it’ll break his heart.”

Pigsy couldn’t deny that. It was why the kid was so anxious about telling his aunt in the first place.

“So, you’re not going to tell MK to stop being a hero?” Sandy asked.

Ling sighed and shook her head. “I’m going to support him, even if it means giving me grey hairs in the process.” Suddenly a look of fury crossed over her face. “However, I am going to have certain words with an immortal monkey.”

“He’s on Flower Fruit Mountain,” Tang replied as he cleaned his glasses, “but you will probably have a hard time finding him.”

Ling narrowed her eyes. “Have any of you ever played against MK and Mei in a game of hide and seek?”

Pigsy blinked glanced to the other two and all shook their heads.

“Then trust me when I say I will have an easier time finding the Monkey King,” Ling said as she left the door. “I should be back by dinner time, I’ll call MK if I’m running late.”

“Uh, sure thing,” Pigsy said with a wave as she left.

Sandy drummed his fingers against his knees. “So..uh, do you think she’s going to find him?”

“I don’t think it’s a matter of ‘if’,” Pigsy said as he rose, “I think it’s a question of when and if the Monkey King is going to survive this.”

Tang gave a laugh. “You’re exaggerating a bit. This is the famous Sun Wukong we’re talking about.”

Pigsy thought back to his mother and grandmother when they were angry. He didn’t felt so certain.

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The rest of the day went as normal. Pigsy gave MK the day off since it was the kid’s birthday. Even he wasn’t that heartless. They all made plans to get together later for dinner to celebrate it.

He didn’t hear anything about Ling until later in the afternoon. Tang was at the counting trying to convince Pigys to give him a free bowl since it was MK’s birthday. Pigsy was prepared to tell him off when he heard the door and Tang yelped.

Pigsy frowned, turned and blinked surprise.

It was Monkey King.

He crossed his arms and gave a shaky smile. “Um..mind if I hide out here until MK gets back?”

Tang adjusted his glasses in shock and Pigsy raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘hide’?”

Monkey King paused and gave a shaky laugh. “Oh, uh, I just wanted to surprise the kid before I give him his birthday present and-”

“Ling found you didn’t she?” Pigsy finished.

Monkey King instantly growled as he buried his face into his hands. “Yes, that woman is relentless!” He waved his arms. “I kept changing animal forms so she wouldn’t find me, but she always did! I don’t know how she did it!”

He paced. “She keeps yelling at me about how ‘irresponsible’ I was for choosing someone so young, that I should think about my actions and make sure I’m not a bad influence.” Monkey King waved his arms in the arms. “Does she not realize what I was up to when I was MK’s age?!”

“I think that might be what she’s worried about,” Pigsy remarked.

“Um....” Tang said with a raised hand. “With all due respect, why are you ‘hiding’ from her? She isn’t a demon, just a mortal woman. She doesn’t have the strength to hurt you.”

Monkey King glared. “If she was a demon I’d have an easier time. I just beat them up and be done with it.” He placed his hands on his hips. “What kind of hero would I be for beating up a lady, especially that lady being the woman that raised MK.”

“Ah,” Tang said as he grasped his chin. “Fair point.”

“I wanted to see the kid to wish him happy birthday, but no way was I going to wait for him at Flower Fruit Mountain with Ling there,” Monkey King said. “So, I thought I wait for him here.”

“You do realize Ling is planning to come back here eventually?” Pigsy retorted.

Monkey King smirked. “Yeah, but she’s dead set on finding me first. I left bogus clues about where I was going, so that should keep her busy for-”

“THERE YOU ARE!”

Pigsy, Monkey King and Tang all yelped as Ling came storming in and slammed the door behind you.

She growled as she marched up to Monkey King and poked him in his chest. “How dare you run off! I wasn’t done talking to you!”

Monkey King tugged at his ears in frustration. “How did you know I would come here so fast?!”

“Woman’s intuition,” Ling said firmly and paused. “Also, you should know it’s very easy to bribe your monkeys with the right snacks.”

Monkey King blinked and groaned. “I’m going to have words with them when I get back!”

“That should be your last worry right now,” Ling hissed as she grabbed her shirt. “I’m not leaving you alone until you promise to keep my nephew safe.”

Monkey King sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Lady, I told you, I’ll do my best, but he does have to face some danger-”

“Then you should have picked an adult for your successor and not a teenager!”

“Okay, okay,” Pigsy said as he got out from behind the counter. “You two settle down before-”

“I WIN,” Mei cried as she barged in and did a victory dance. “Ha, once again I win the race here....”

She saw the sight before her, blinked and pointed. “Um...did I interrupt something?”

Ling tugged on Monkey King’s shirt harder. “I’m just having WORDS with the Monkey King.”

Mei shoved her hand into her pocket and pointed over her shoulder. “Well, you might want to wrap it up since Mk is going to be here any sec and probably won’t be happy to see you two fighting.”

Panic overtook both Monkey King and Ling as just as Mei predicted MK appeared.

“Okay, I am so winning the next race,” he said and then he looked delighted. “Monkey King?! You’re here!”

“Uh, sure am, Bud,” Monkey King said as he got out of Ling’s grip and moved over to ruffle Mk’s hair. “No way I wouldn’t miss your birthday.”

“That’s great, thanks,” MK said with a smile and frowned. “Although, why are you here and not at Flower Fruit Mountain?”

“Well,” Monkey King glanced at Ling and smirked. “That’s cause your aunt invited me to join you guys for dinner.”

MK’s eyes beamed. “You did, Aunt Ling?”

Ling’s eyes twitched, but she put on a smile. “Yes, we were just discussing that.”

“Oh wow,” MK said and laughed. “You know, I was actually worried that you two wouldn’t get along, but glad to see I was wrong.”

Ling and Monkey King looked at each other with their eyes narrowed.

“Yes, wrong,” Monkey King muttered.

“Very wrong,” Ling said.

Tang cleared his throat. “Why don’t we head over to Sandy’s boat? I know he got decorations put up he like to show you.”

“Oh, good idea,” MK said and looked over. “You coming too, Pigsy?”

“Sure, kid,” Pigsy said with a wave of his hand. “Just need to lock up first.”

“Okay, we’ll meet you there,” Mei said as she guided MK out and they were followed by Tang. Ling and Monkey King lingered in the back, but they continued to glare at each other.

“We are not done that conversation,” Ling hissed.

“Oh, I think we are,” Monkey King hissed back.

Pigsy watched the door shut and let loose the air he had been holding in.

“It’s going to be a long night,” he grumbled.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #my writing

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 4 years

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Caught - D.M

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Draco, Masturbation, Fluff (at the end)

Wordcount: 1246

Summary: Draco is wandering the castle, looking for one of his Slytherin friends. When he passes by lonely broom closet, he hears something interesting inside. Intrigued, he enters.

A/N: I know this isn’t really my usual scene, however, I rewatched the Harry Potter series and regained my love for Draco Malfoy (something about those bad boys). I’m considering possibly starting to write for both Draco and Loki, if people are into that idea. This is a very smutty imagine, and contains Draco catching someone . . . If you decide to read further, I hope you enjoy! Also, I’m not sure if there’ll be a part two to this, but I did really enjoy writing it. If you want a part two or this story to continue, let me know! Thanks for all the support guys!

Draco Malfoy was on a mission to find Goyle before the Quidditch match later that evening. Everyone was excited to see Ravenclaw and Gryffindor play the final game of the year. After lunch, Draco couldn’t find Goyle anywhere. He had search the common room, the kitchen, and every classroom he could think of. It was stupid of him to think that Goyle might actually be studying, but, it was worth a shot. Just as Draco was about to give up on his search, he heard - what was that - moaning? Draco smirked at the thought of two wizards getting it on in a nearby broom closet. Typically, the two wizards would be smart enough to use a silencing spell on themselves, but apparently, these wizards had forgotten.

Draco was about to move on, but quickly heard something he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. “Ugh, yes, Draco!” the girl cried. Draco instantly raised his eyebrows, intrigued. He was the only Draco attending Hogwarts as of the moment - and that meant, whoever this mystery girl was - she was alone. Someone possibly quiet and reserved, especially since everyone was in attendance at the Quidditch pitch, aside from Draco and maybe a few others.

Draco knocked on the door, and within a few moments, it opened, revealing a very disheveled Y/N L/N, someone Draco had been interested in for a while. However, she was a Y/H (your house) and Draco didn’t think she would’ve been interested in him. Despite his beliefs, your previous actions while in the closet made the boy believe you may be very interested in him. “Draco, hi!” You panicked, picking up your book bags and readjusting yourself. “You called?” He smirked, making it almost entirely obvious that he had caught you - in a very vulnerable position, he might add. “Well - the thing about that- is- um- well- I-” you stuttered. “You didn’t mean to get caught, did you?” Draco asked, almost interrogating you at this point. “Well- um- no-not exactly. I forgot to do the silencing spell” You stated. “I see” he spoke, playing with the end of Y/H colored tie.

“You naughty little thing” he had you now “have you done this before?” He asked. “Maybe once or twice, I just-” he cut you off, pulling you back inside the closet, locking the door, and pushing you up against the wall in an instant. After intertwining your tongue with his for several minutes, he pulled away. You groaned in disagreement, wanting his tongue back with yours. “Shhhh”

Draco demanded, almost instantly taking off his own tie to cover your mouth. God, you looked so hot with his emerald green tie around your head, successfully gagging you. He began unbuttoning your plain white shirt, throwing it as well as your tie to the ground. He then removed your lace bra, giving your breasts a squeeze. You moaned through the emerald green tie as he circled each of your nipples with his tongue, suckling on them. It felt good. “Did you finish?” Draco asked you after that, looking up at you. You shook your head. You had always found it difficult to finish off yourself, it had only happened on several occasions, which were definitely not recently.

Malfoy moved you to a nearby stool, setting you down on your back. He held you with his hands behind your knees, revealing your bare vagina to him. He smirked. “No panties? Surely you were wearing panties before you entered this closet, Y/N.” You pointed to your bag, Draco instantly grabbing it with one hand before searching for them. They weren’t hard to find, as you were trying to leave in such a rush, you simply threw them on top of your other belongings. Draco brought the underwear up to his nose, taking a whiff. He sighed in contentment, stuffing the panties into his pants pocket. You tried to gasp, to stop him, but Malfoy merely smirked at your reaction. You were his now.

Bringing you back onto your back, Draco dove for your center, his mouth coming in contact. He entered his tongue directly inside of you, which nearly brought you off of the edge. He let one of his hands linger from your legs, playing with your clit. Eventually, Draco brought his index finger towards your center, circling it. Meanwhile, his mouth sucked on your clit, nearly bringing you off the edge once more. However, he released his mouth, and you moaned in discontentment again. “Quiet my sweet. You must be patient. I must mark you first. As he did with your neck, collarbones, and breasts, Draco sucked harshly on your inner thighs, leaving a multitude of marks, mostly dark and harsh. However, there were also lighter marks from his quick, subtle kisses. You were shocked at how much he was determined to mark you as his.

Eventually, he brought his index and middle finger into you, once again circling your clit with his tongue. This time, you were determined to finish. You had a ruggedly handsome bad boy - Draco Malfoy, pleasuring you for all you were worth. You placed your hands in his soft platinum blonde locks, tugging at them slightly. Yes, you had a crush on Draco for as long as you could remember, but he had never given you the time of day. You eventually only lusted after him, believing that nothing could bring you two together. However, this specific instance made you think that maybe - just maybe - things could blossom between you. You didn’t get your hopes up, however, just in case.

The heat that had nested itself inside your stomach was gently building, you could feel your orgasm finally approaching. With two of his fingers fiercely pumping in and out of you, and his tongue violently swirling around your clit, you finally came. And Merlin did it feel good.

Draco, after licking up your juices, tenderly helped you replace your bra, button up, and tie. He removed his emerald green tie from around your mouth, it stained with a moistness from your saliva, your yearning for him. This too, he decided, would be the perfect souvenir from this experience. He would keep it for future encounters. He assured himself there would be more like this one. Now that he discovered your yearning and desire for him, at least physically, he was determined to keep you wrapped around his finger. Little did Draco Malfoy know, it was he that was wrapped around yours.

“Y/N,” he started, and you turned your attention towards Draco, who had previously helped you create a “put together” hairstyle that wasn’t as disheveled as your previous. “Yes?” You replied. “Would you like to accompany me to the celebration party of either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, later tonight?” Y/N instantly smiled. She long desired for Draco to notice her, and for some reason, today seemed to be the day. “I would like that.” She responded, and the boy smiled with contentment. Maybe his life was headed in the right direction. There was a wonderful girl that seemed to reciprocate his feelings, his classes were going well, and his sex life seemed that it would be getting a whole lot more interesting. “Do you know who’s gonna win?” She asked, slightly confused as to how Draco invited her to both celebrations. “No, I just know that I’m Draco Malfoy and I can get into either.” Malfoy winked at her, leaving Y/N entirely flustered, yet excited for the night ahead. But first, she needed to go and replace her panties.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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Ducktales (Comic) Reviews!: Happy Happy Valley!/Fight! (Issue #4)

My first look at the IDW Ducktales Comics! And for a comission by @weirdkev27! Seriously he’s basically my boss at this point. If you’d like to comission your own comic or animation review just pm me or shoot me an ask to get my discord. Single stories for a comic are 3 bucks, single comic issues and single episodes of a show are 5 bucks with deals on multiple issues or episodes of a show. With my shameless plugging out of the way the stories themselves are:

Happy Happy Valley! (The Comissioned Story): The Main Cast sans Beakly end up stranded at a resort where everyone’s forced to be happy all the time. A classic trope with a twist ending you can’t predict.. mainly because it’s..

Fight!: The boys have a garage sale with stuff from the broom closet to raise money for Huey’s woodchuck trip. Naturally this quickly snowballs into a samurai fight to the death.

Wonders, a full recap with spoilers, and extreme stupidity await bellow the cut.

After a quick commission break for this week’s episode I’m back in the saddle and back into comics no less! It’s been exactly a year since I’ve done a single issue comic review. Oh sure I looked back on house of x, and will again next year, and I do want to cover Empyre at some point and some other comics, but I haven’t done a full recap of a single comic book in some time. But the first story of this issue really, REALLY confused and infuriated Kev, and rightfully so, so I got the commission call, and of my own volition I’m doing the second story entirely for free. I just wanted to do both for completion’s sake and because when I did read this comic I remembered the stories not being very long so it gives me more to write anyway. And if your curious yes I would gladly review classic Don Rosa, Carl Barks or really any duck writer’s work on a story by story basis, it just works easier to do the Ducktales issues all in one since their both more recent and I don’t have to go back and do it later if, once i finish seasons 1 and 2 at some point in the distant future, I decide to do this series too as well as the Sound and Fury mini that was clearly used to offload stories they had left over.

As for my experience with these comics I DID read them when they started out. .but quickly petered off and never even got around to this story, I remember reading page one but never read the rest of it. Part of it is I tend to flitter in and out of comics and part of it was the stories just weren’t that gripping, with the characters often feeling like flatter versions of the far more multi-layered one’s in the show proper and the stories being a bit too short to properly flesh things out like the show, especially since for some weird reason each issue has two stories instead of having one big story on occasion. They weren’t bad and there is a story or two I want to go back to like Lena and Webby being spies together, Fethry and Fenton have a story together apparently, we get an early look at Della, and there’s one where Bradford hints at them plotting against scrooge long before the show revealed it. There’s some interesting stuff I might look at eventually, I just have a LOT of show to get through too, and i’m not going to pidgenhole the entire series as bad or lackluster based on a few early issues.. or one story in this issue. But yeah i’ve held it off long enough.. let’s talk about

Happy Happy Valley!

First off the titles for these are .. pretty lack luster. Their basically just what the stories are about.. Happy Happy Valley and a Fight, that’s.. about it. I didn’t realize just HOW awesome the show is at titles, making each sound like a thrilling and unique adventure which they usually are, until I got to here. It feels like IDW, and by extentsion disney, didn’t care what the stories were called and just wanted a comic out to tie into the show. Which bothers me when they put this on IDW, clearly having a release platform for disney works.. but didn’t bother to use it for their Darkwing Duck comic continuing from the original, the reprint of the BOOM! Studios comic, or the short lived Star VS Comic Deep Trouble, which I will be covering at some point as it was pretty good. Same with the Boom! Studio’s darkwing, I just want to watch more episodes before revisiting it. Point is the title isn’t great. The story is even less than that.

We open properly with our heroes.. all woken up from their beds in the middle of the night for an adventure. It’s not a bad start, though Louie weirdly starts in constantly about how Scrooge’s rich and can do this and that and Subtley dosen’t exist in this story does it? Anyways, later, far away from Louie’s bed.. that’s the caption they go with and I love it, the Sunchaser suddenly stops working and Launchpad’s crashing skills come in handy,

This isn’t a bad scene as Donald brings up good points and likely has his own “times he’s been nearly sacrificed tally” like Louie.. and Della likely also said “Della’s coming out on top!” when her total went into triple digits. Also “When your rich you can even buy luck launchpad”

It just.. dosen’t fit Scrooge at all.. granted this issue hasn’t BEGUN to not fit Scrooge at all but let’s save that for the end. Anyways rather than hostile locals they find Gladys Seeya, good pun, an overly smiley woman whose eager to please and just wants everyone to be happy and has them carried because tired people aren’t happy. Yeah it’s suspcious as heck and a well worn trope, really nice place with a dark secret, to the point the series proper would parody it in the Mervana episode, and subvert it by having them turn out to just be very nice hippies who i’m still convinced had a three way with Donald... I mean he could use it, they were really nice, and Donald is probably very generous. That’s something you didn’t want to think about but now you have to and it’s there. If you GENUINELY think that’s bad, then you should hear about Goofy’s sex life.

See way more horrifying. Now everyone’s miserable! Horay! Moving on, point is Donald had a mer-three way and this is a well worn trope, but it is used in an interesting way.. that’s entirely ruined by the stupid ending, but we’ll get to that. Point is everyone is soon happy, given a buffet, all the food they can eat, and whatever they want. They just want you to be happy.. no secret plot here.. wink. Louie continues his annoying “Every rich person gets X” schtick which feels forced as hell and gets worse with every line and more obvious. It’s one of the weaknesses with this story. It’s basically the writers constantly elbowing you and saying GET IT.. YOU GET IT.. BEING HANDED EVERYTHING YOU WANT IS ANNOYING GET IT. YOU GET IT. The problem is.. the Island’s moral dosen’t fit that. Kev helped here as we discussed the issue once I finished it, as I hadn’t thought of it yet, but the valley isn’t about giving you everything you want.. it’s about just FORCING you to enjoy things. Sure you can be happy off some things like the food but when Donald politley declines to dance because he can’t, which tracks with his life in general, they basically all glare at him to do so. Later they basically force acvitites on them with the ducks only agreeing because clealry they worry about what might happen if they DON’T. Telling someone to smile or enjoy something dosen’t make them enjoy it it just makes them miserable. Problems are 1, the issue very clearly WANTS to have the other moral and 2) the series would do this kind of story MUCH better with “Mystery at McDuck Manor!”. That’s not on the writers fault, as this comic started right before the show premiered and this issue came out before said episode, but it really doesn’t help the show came along with the same exact moral of not forcing your idea of fun on someone else and did it WAY better. It’s the same message, the ducks being forced to endure something only one person thinks is fun, but delivered right and wrapped into a very clever and fun mystery. Honestly I might cover that one this week or sometime soon because it both fits the Halloween season and this issue if nothing else reminded me how good THAT episode is.

But I’m stuck doing this issue. Naturally, and in one of the issues few clever moments, the Ducks try booking it out of there as soon as they can but find their raft gone, and a ring of sharks suddenly there that weren’t before, and Donald understandably doesn’t want to risk the kids lives with that. Thankfully Webby soon comes up with a plan using the activities, and uses a napkin to get it around. This bit.. is actually clever as they use the various bits to get a plan and even Huey has a really clever bit where he just leaves his hat and shirt behind to go looking for the generator, likely on Webby’s request, knowing his brothers can just play him once in a while to draw suspicion. Also apparently Huey wears a tank top under his shirt, which looks weird on him, as he’s not the sporty type, but does fit his “always prepared” mindset well so I like it. Using Basket weaving and balloon decorating, they create a way out, and Webby ties up their host while everyone escapes. They nearly don’t fit out but luckily Donald contributes. And again i’ll give the story this: Donald does more in this one story than he got to do in the vast majority of season one. So our heroes escape with other patrons begging them to take them with them and the stories apparently wrapped up. The generator Huey found was to show the sharks were just holograms which given the science in this world makes sense, as does it jamming the sunchaser. What doesn’t make sense, and what got me my three bucks for this review in the first place is this. I”m putting the full picture there both so you can let it sink in and to let you know, since most of you probably haven’t read this comic, that i’m not making this shit up, nor is it one of my jokes. This .. this is the actual twist for the comic.

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This is probably the thrird dumbest line in comic book history. Before you ask the other two are

And why yes those are both from the series. And why no I will not be covering All Star Batman and Robin unless someone forces me too. My point is WHAT THE FLYING HELL IS THIS. I mean this makes NO sense on any level. For STARTERS one of Scrooge’s most well known traits, that’s part of his character in every version is that he doesn’t like to spend money. He will to MAKE MONEY and sometimes grumble about it but if he doesn’t. Even if season 1 had it dialed way back, he still reused his old teabags, charged extra on his in house vending machines and tried to get out of buying burritos for recently freed slaves. Being cheap is an iconic part of his character. Granted the series took out things from the comics and original like underpaying employees, barely paying Donald even though in the comics he supports three children, as well as barely paying those children, and refusing to donate to orphans, but still it’s not THAT so far removed that THIS is remotely in character! He had to either buy this old resort or have it renovated to keep up the ruse, pay for the creepy lady running it, pay for the other guests as actors because otherwise his hired minion KIDNAPPED people who were begging for escape, pay for the activities/escape supplies, and pay gyro to build the GIANT GENERATOR THAT BOTH PROJECTS SHARKS AND MAKES TECHNLOGY NOT WORK. While I do think Scrooge would gladly want to teach Louie a lesson, this is a lesson that at best costs hundreds of thousands of dollars, if not at least a million to pull off. And that’s not even getting into how he forced everyone else to go with it, denied them a good night’s sleep and clearly told NONE of them. Beakly not being there actually makes more sense as she would’ve noped out of this horrible horrible idea and bonked him on the head for this. It makes no sense and it’s GROSSLY out of character. And while I’m used ot that from comics, writers often don’t give a shit about the characters their writing, I expect better from DISNEY when it comes to lisencing shit. They’ve done better. I’ve mentioned better and even SINCE this they’ve done better: Christos Gage’s Incredible’s Comics are excellent and I want to read more of them. And the previous run by mark waid is also suitably incredible, if now sadly no longer canon. And even in this very ISSUE there’s a much better, if not amazing, story we’ll get to in a moment. I get disney’s greenlit weak tie in material before but this is ridiculously bad and shoddy. Shame on them, shame on the writer, and shame on this INCREDIBLY stupid story. We get an everybody laughs ending, who cares. we’re out.

Final Thoughts for Happy Happy Valley:

I don’t have much less to say about this story. This about sums it up.

Fight!

We open with a samurai.. though it quickly turns out to be Dewey with a mop on his head hitting Louie with a broom while saying Two Damage! Two Damage! and already in one scene this is so much better and feels so much more natural. Naturally this story has a different writer. The artist is different for both too, and the art is good on both though I do prefer the art for “Fight!” more as it’s a bit more expressive. Though it also benefits from having less characters to juggle so that probably helps. The boys are having a Garage Sale, or Yard Sale as some call it. As a huge fan of Garage Sales, I’ve gotten tons of stuff from them over the years and good shit too like my G1 Snarl, or even just recently a three in one of the first three loud house Graphic Novels for a freaking quarter. You REALLY can’t beat that. It’s why I love these things. So this story already had my money. As for why, Huey needs money for the Junior Woodchuck Camping trip. How else is he going to hold hands iwth Violet and Boyd under a tree. Wait neither of them existed yet. Damn. Well i’m retconning that in anyway. If they can retcon the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver not to be mutants, which If eel is getting undone VERY soon, or if not Hickman will use that well, I can retcon this to taking place in season 3. Plus i’ts all very wholesome and innocent... their only eleven.

But yeah Scrooge in a nice moment if an off-screen one gave them the contents of the broom closet.. which is really just a bunch of old used up brooms, some buckets and other cleaning supplies. Probably stuff Beakly rarely uses or has long replaced and if not.. well he’ll have to pay for them himself won’t he. Unlike the above clusterfuck this.. feels entirely in character. Scrooge likely apricates that Huey is working hard to EARN the money for his trip and that his brothers are helping, especially Louie since he gets nothing out of this unless they go over what Huey needs. But also being Scrooge he still only gives them some old Junk. But Louie, being louie easily scams a guy into paying 15 bucks for a broom. Still this is slow progress and if Huey wants to be with his poly relationship he’s gotta step it up. Luckily, and naturally given this is Scrooge’s closet, they find an old Samurai helmet, which Huey feels could be worth millions. granted...

But eh it’s going to a good cause, tiny children holding hands by campfires, and when has common decency EVER stopped Louie? Dewey though, wants to start a collection of war stuff.. starting with this. It’s part of why I LIKE the story better: not only does it have much better dialouge but it’s actually rooted in the characters instead of “One trait of Louie’s cranked up to 50 and drilled into our heads”. Huey is trying to earn money for the woodchucks, Dewey only wants something for petty reasons and Louie wants money. It feels like the actual characters and not just cutouts and makes me wnat to read more stories in the hopes of finding more like this. Anyways naturally nothing Scrooge has in any of his storage areas of the mansion tha’ts ancient isn’t cursed, magical or really neat to look at, and the helmet comes to life as they fight over it, and the helmet clints to Dewey, who talks in a deep red voice calling himself Ronnith of the Twin Samurai. The name.. isn’t great but the concept is. Thankfully Huey knows what it is thanks to the guidebook. and just like the Donald bit last episode this one story gets the guidebook better than season 1 did a lot. Turns out the twin samurai were two brothers who hated each other and always competed for their mothers affection.. their mother was also forced to sell her beautiful sculptures for next to nothing after their father left. Instead of going after him though they both blamed each other as teens when invaders struck and burned everything including their mom I guess down, and fought the rest of their days, and while Ronnith never settled things due to growing too old, his spirit, and his intense hate, went into his helmet which now curses any brothers who fight over it to fight with the looser turning into a statue.

Naturally no one wants this but Dewey can’t get the helmet off and Ronnith possess him to destroy the guidebook.. though Huey explains it’s his “third backup copy” which.. yeah again like the tank top thing tracks. Ronnith then manifests armor on Louie and we get the image above.. which is really neat. With Ronnith forcing the two to fight each other, Huey searches for a way to stop it. And while he can’t find it he does figure it out and the solution is REALLY clever: Just as Ronnith’s about to kill Louie, with Dewey apologizing.. Huey blocks. And Ronnith is naturally confused and upon finding out there’s a THIRD brother, the curse dissipates and thus everything’s back to normal. And wrapping things up nicely a guy shows up to buy the helmet and while Dewey tries to just give it away Louie says it’s free with purchase of a bucket for 50 bucks so Huey has his money to go on his romantic camping trip.. though he does ask if hte guy has a brother.. best be safe. Final thoughts on Fight!: It’s like night and day. While the previous story is stilted, has one of the worst endings in duck history and overall is just kind of bland outside of one or two moments this .. is really good. It doesn’t add much to the world or anything, but it’s a fun side story with a clever monster of the week and resolution, some great lines and some good art. This is what should’ve lead the issue, as the main story is again just dreadful. Overall i’d recommend checking this story out.. though maybe get in in trade instead as the A-Story here is really bad, but you can find both on comixology and this issues on comixlogy unlimited if you want to check it out along with a ton of other great comics.

That does it for this review, if you liked this I do regular coverage of ducktales every week, I JUST COVERED THIS WEEK’S EPISODE YESTERDAY. So check that out and until next time vote if you can and check your house for Gary Busey!

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drabblcs · 4 years

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Her back is pressed up against his chest. She can feel his breath on her skin. It’s tickling, giving her goosebumps. It’s been years since last they were this close to one another. She keeps her hands clenched at her side, making an effort to breath as soundless as humanly possible. There’s not much room in this closet. It’s dark and dusty, the only light coming from a small window a meter over their heads. This was a bad idea, she knows it. But he wanted to talk, in private, and now they are hiding. From who you might ask. The answer is everyone. The moment someone sees them in the same room people start talking, they alert the press, before she can turn around there will be paparazzis trying to take the most sellable pictures for the story the magazines are ready to write. It’s best for them both to not be seen together. They haven’t been at the same event for years now - but at one point their paths had to cross again. This time it was unavoidable. His brother is marrying her best friend, and he chose the night of the rehearsal dinner to talk to her. Of course.

“You pick the worst timing” She keeps her voice low, at any given time someone could pass the door separating them from the party downstairs. They are in a freaking manor, they could have chosen a better hideout than the brooms closet on the second floor. Not that anyone would think of going in there at a party, but you never know. “You’ve been avoiding me all week” His voice almost accusing, and she can’t blame him. He’s not wrong, she had put in the effort to stay as far away from her former love as possible when stuck at the same place for the same time to witness the same event. “Can you blame me?” Can he, really? After everything that went down between the two of them before they split it’s only rational of her to stay clear. It’s not like they parted ways on a friendly note. “Yes” His lips brush her ear, she wants to turn around and smack him. But if she does she’ll make a noise loud enough to be heard over the party downstairs. Why did she think standing with her back against him would be the best idea again? Right - so she wouldn’t have to look into those big, dark green eyes that swallow her whole. Her knees go weak just thinking about them. No, she’s not going there. “You left me, broken hearted, at your parents manor because you believed ‘there was more to life out there’. And you didn’t want to be ‘held back’ by something or someone” She could still remember that last conversation like it had happened yesterday. Tears stung in her eyes, she could feel a lump forming in her throat. ‘Don’t cry - don’t cry’ She repeated it over and over again in her head. “And I didn’t want anything holding you back either. You are this wonderful, talented, ambitious whirlwind of a person. I wanted you to get out there, spread your wings and conquer the world. And look at you. Look at what you did!” His voice was higher now, making her hold her breath.

Was that footsteps she heard outside the door? She sucked in a breath and pushed herself closer to him, edging them as far into the shadows as possible. If someone where to open there door they wouldn’t be able to see them, or so she hoped. They stood there silently, she could feel how his heart was beating against his chest, and she could tell he was holding his breath. His chest didn’t rise, his breath didn’t tickle her skin. The footsteps came and went. The sound of the party downstairs became louder. At an event like this people weren’t cheap on the alcohol, or the music.

“I was young, immature and I was selfish. I’ll admit to that. I thought more about what I wanted in life for myself than what I could get in life with someone by my side. But I also thought about you - and all you could manage alone. And it was an easy decision, to end things before it got complicated. Before you started hating me. You still ended up hating me, but for other reasons” He lets out a breath, and she can feel her fists ease up. “You never stopped to ask me what I wanted” She whispers. “And for that I apologise” He rest his chin on her shoulder. His lips graze her ear as he speak sending a shiver down her spine.

This was it. This was the moment she had waited five long years for. The moment he would apologize for acting like a stupid, ejiit of a man. And it was nothing like she had imagined. She thought that once she heard those words she would be relieved, she would finally be able to put all the feelings away and move on. But she doesn’t feel relieved or delighted, she doesn’t have this sudden feeling of actually being over something. Instead the feels the opposite. She feels more drawn towards him, more at risk for doing something she would later come to regret. This was a bad idea. “I should get out” The party downstairs was loud. She can hear a mix of voices, laughter and music. If she’s lucky there would be no one near the stairs or the second floor. She could sneak out, join the party and pretend that the last half hour never happened. Or should could stay there and. No, it wasn’t an option. “Please don’t follow me” What a stupid thing to say, they both have to reappear at the dinner. Hopefully non have noticed they’re missing. Or maybe they have, and have gone looking for them. Maybe it was best to just slip back into her room and pretend to be tired. It wouldn’t take much effort, she is tired. “Talia - wait” His hand grabb her wrist as she takes a step away, creating distance between herself and him. “I’m sorry - but it’s for the best” She barely dare to turn around and look him in the eyes. They are as dark and beautiful as she remember. Her eyes dart down to his lips for a split second. She wants to kiss him, wants it so badly. Her entire body ache as she takes another step away. “You’re lying” He is right, and she know. He’s always had this ability to look straight through her, to find out her deepest secrets and desires. It was a blessing and a curse all in one. “We both are” Her hand finds the doorknob and twist it, and he loosens the grip.

The light is blending. The sound overwhelming. There is no one to be seen, everyone is downstairs partying like there is no tomorrow. She give him one last look before closing the door, leaving him there in the dark as she rejoin the party.

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Hey so i read one of your works on Ao3 and it was super adorable and i loved it, it was about stiles and derek sharing a broom closet of an apartment in nyc and cuddling thier way through their issues with eachother and then you wrote a hashtag epilogue, and i can't stop thinking about how much i wanted the epilogue to be another story so i figured i'd ask, my names scarletwaters on Ao3, ok bye and thank you if you decide to write it :)

little spoon

I had given absolutely ZERO thought to writing a sequel to this, and then I read your message and the ideas started flooding in. Go figure.

also on ao3

Being Derek’s boyfriend goes surprisingly well for a whole year. They move out of the tiny “apartment” into a slightly less tiny apartment. They continue to spoon; they become spooning masters; they are the gods of spooning. Stiles gets the best sleep of his life, and so does Derek. The non-sleeping aspect of the whole dating thing takes a bit more time to iron out, sure, but they get there. Slowly but surely, they figure out how to hold hands on the couch while watching Netflix without getting weird about it. They figure out, to their mutual relief, that endearments weird them both out, but there are other little things they both like even if they’d never admit it on pain of death, such as forehead kisses. They figure out how to do the whole shower sex thing without serious injury. Stiles also finds out Derek is awesome at cooking, when he can be assed to do it. Stiles figures out a lot of very creative ways to motivate him.

All in all, awesome.

Then…. well, then It happens.

It’s been about a year and three months when, one day, Stiles happens to see Derek coming out of a jewelry store.

He wasn’t following Derek or anything, he wants the record to be very clear on that; it’s just, they were going to meet up at the Chinese restaurant on the corner for dinner, and Stiles got there early. Usually Stiles doesn’t arrive early anywhere ever, but this time one of his classes got canceled at the last minute and he suddenly had all this spare time, and so he went ahead and snagged them a table at the restaurant.

That’s where he is when it happens, just people-watching out the window and contemplatively sipping his oolong. That’s when the door to the jewelry store across the street opens and Derek comes out, head down, busy tucking a suspicious little black box into his inner jacket pocket, and Stiles spits out his tea all over the table because what the fuck.

Why would a dude who doesn’t wear jewelry, and who’s dating another dude who doesn’t wear jewelry, be in a jewelry store?

He’s not, like, out buying diamonds for his mistress. He’s not cheating on Stiles. Stiles doesn’t even contemplate that for a second. But he’s not buying something for his mom or his sisters, either. Stiles doesn’t think that’s likely, anyway. Derek saves all his money for rent and school and treating Stiles to the fancy pizza he likes to get on weekends. Last year he gave his mom a book—hardcover, but still—and his sisters each got a scarf. (Stiles got a cheap but competent little keurig and, later in private, a very memorable night in bed.) Besides which, it’s not even close to Christmas or any of Derek’s female relatives’ birthdays, and as far as Stiles knows, there’s no need for any apology presents; he hasn’t mortally offended any family members recently.

Was Derek… Was Derek looking at engagement rings?

No.

It doesn’t make sense.

All Stiles can think is that it must be an engagement ring. But it can’t be. Can it?

That’s about as far as Stiles gets before Derek arrives. Stiles’ heart seems to think that’s an emergency situation, because he can feel the jolt of adrenaline. He takes a huge gulp of tea, eyes watering, and decides he officially didn’t see anything. Nope. No jewelry store visits here. Just a nice dinner with his boyfriend, yep.

Stiles keeps thinking about it.

Sure, it turns out they’re stupidly awesome together. They just work. Their old bickering has turned into fun snark and teasing and affection, and it’s pretty great. But Stiles is only twenty years old. This is only his second relationship ever, and his first serious one, and his first one with a dude, and it still feels kind of new, and no way is he ready to put a ring on it.

He still gets these moments of Whoa, what even is my life sometimes when he thinks about the fact that he and Derek are dating now and not in their weird hate/UST feud anymore. He still pauses sometimes in the middle of telling someone Derek is his boyfriend, like, Whoa, he IS my boyfriend now, isn’t he. Wow.

He’s still adjusting, is what he’s getting at here.

They skipped a few relationship steps when they went from semi-hating each other to boning and dating and living together all at once, and it’s kind of a miracle it’s worked. Several of their friends and Derek’s big sister and Scott actually had a bet going at first about how many days it would take before they’d break up. Scott was the only one who bet they wouldn’t break up at all. There were a few close calls in the first few months, close enough that Stiles could practically hear the rustle of money preparing to change hands, but they fixed it. They figured it out. They learned.

By now they’re actually getting good at this whole boyfriends thing.

They’re enjoying it.

They’re having fun.

They’re not even remotely ready to get married.

“SOS, I think Derek is going to propose,” Stiles tells Scott in a whisper the next time they’re on the phone. He has to tell someone.

“Propose what?” Scott says, sounding distracted. This is what Stiles gets for calling him at his internship at the vet’s. He’s probably sticking a thermometer up a cat’s butt right now or something.

Stiles thumps his head on the refrigerator door a few times. “Propose what? What do you think? Marriage, Scott.”

On the other end of the line, Scott makes an unidentifiable noise reminiscent of a cat with a hairball. Or maybe that actually is a cat with a hairball.

“I’m serious,” Stiles persists. “I think I saw him buy a ring. I don’t know what to do.”

“Why do you think I know what to do?” Scott says, which… good point. “But, uh, congratulations, that’s awesome. Hey, now we can be brothers for real! Are you going to be Stilinski-Hales or Hale-Stilinskis? Are you gonna have a party?”

“Wh— Scott, I’m not gonna say yes.”

“Oh,” Scott says. He sounds disappointed. There’s a pause, and then he says, quiet, sounding incredulous, “Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh. Okay, then… I dunno, bro. Google it? And I can send you some cute animal pictures when I get off work.”

“Thanks,” Stiles sighs. He has a bad feeling about this.

Stiles feels like a spy, and not in a good way, erasing his browser search history:

how to find out if your boyfriend bought a ring

how to tell if your boyfriend is about to propose

afraid of commitment

afraid of commitment just a little bit

how to turn down proposal

how to tell your boyfriend no when he asks you to marry him

how to say no without crushing your boyfriend’s hopes and dreams

does saying no to a proposal ruin a relationship forever

am i about to tank my relationship with my boyfriend

HELP ME

Stiles gets a little… on edge. Like:

Derek appears in the bathroom doorway one night while Stiles is brushing his teeth. “So I was thinking,” he says. He has his serious eyebrows on, and Stiles immediately thinks about wedding rings and chokes on his toothpaste.

It turns out Derek wasn’t trying to propose. He was going to ask Stiles if he wanted to try flavored lube. Stiles feels like an idiot.

Still, it feels like they’re sitting on a ticking time bomb. Any moment they’re together, Derek could pop the question, and Stiles has no idea when. Is Derek going to plan it, like, is Stiles going to come home one night to rose petals and mood music? Or is Derek going to impulse-ask when they’re in the middle of doing it in the shower? When?!

The possibility is in the back of Stiles’ mind all the time. He’s freaking out, and it’s making Derek freak out, and for the first time in forever neither of them can fall asleep while spooning, and… yeah, it’s basically a disaster.

“Okay, stop,” Derek says one night. Stiles is straddling him on the couch, shirtless. They’ve been making out ever since the movie ended and Derek leaned over and started nuzzling his neck. Stiles isn’t sure what’s gone wrong; he’s honestly been going on autopilot for the last few minutes, wondering where Derek hid the ring box. It’s not in his sock drawer because Stiles checked there yesterday.

Stiles pulls back a little. “What?”

Derek nudges his hips up pointedly against Stiles’, against where Stiles is not even a little bit aroused, and Stiles winces.

“Yeah, okay. I was kind of thinking about, um. Something else.”

“You’ve been thinking about something else for weeks,” Derek says, rubbing his thumb a little sadly on Stiles’ hipbone.

“Yeah, I have,” Stiles sighs. Might as well not deny it.

Derek frowns and drops his hand away.

Sometimes Stiles has the absolute worst timing in the world, and the next moment proves it, because just as Derek looks up at him, mournful, and asks, “Do you want to break up with me?” Stiles demands, “Do you want to marry me?”

There’s a moment of utter, utter silence, except for the dishwasher running in the other room. Stiles’ hands spasm on Derek’s shoulders. Derek’s eyes look like they’re about to bug out of his head. Stiles really, really wants to disappear into the floorboards.

“Stiles, I, uh,” Derek flounders after a moment. “You…”

Stiles decides that’s a good moment to stop sitting on Derek’s lap, and maybe also put his shirt on again.

When that’s done, he just stands there by the TV, hugging his arms to his chest. Derek just continues sitting there on the couch, staring at him. In the kitchen, the dishwasher finally cuts off. Now the apartment really is silent.

“On the bright side, I don’t want to break up with you,” Stiles offers.

“Yeah, I got that,” Derek says. His hands clench and unclench in his lap. He takes a deep breath. “Stiles, listen, I’m flattered—I’m honored—that you want to marry me, but I just don’t think we, um, I don’t think it’s really the right—”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says faintly, and then, louder: “Oh my god, no. I’m not proposing, oh my god—” Before he knows it, he’s laughing, doubled over, tears coming out of his eyes. He can’t stop. It’s probably the nail in the coffin of this fiasco of a conversation, but it’s just such a relief.

“Stiles?” Derek says, tentative.

With great effort, Stiles gets himself under control. “I don’t want to marry you. You’re the one who wants to marry me.”

“I’m really not.”

“No, I know, but. But you’re the one who bought a ring!”

Derek scratches his head. “But I didn’t buy a ring.”

“I saw you! At the jewelry store! The night we went out for Chinese food.”

Derek groans. “Stiles, I was buying a present for Cora. It’s her high school graduation in a month.”

“Oh,” Stiles says. Why didn’t he think of that?

“Yeah. I wanted to get her something special. I’ve been saving up for it. I’m definitely not about to propose to you. No offense.”

Stiles comes back around the coffee table and sits down on the couch again, head on Derek’s shoulder. “Thank fucking god.”

Derek smiles and reaches out, takes Stiles’ hand. “I don’t mean this in a bad way, but I think being married to you would be a little bit terrifying.”

When Stiles laughs, it’s in pure relief. “Same, man. Same.”

Joke’s on them, because three years later Derek does propose, and this time Stiles says yes.

(end)

#scarletwaters #my fic #little spoon #should i put this on ao3 y/n?#like as a ch.2 to little spoon?#EDIT: i put it on ao3 #thank you guys for the feedback

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