#Brooke writes fic
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wrap me up in all your—
still not over that obscure friends to lovers prompt list so I did number 30 w Eddie!!!!
pairing: eddie munson x reader
summary: everyone forgets Eddie’s birthday except the reader (aka a cupcake, a joint, a gift, and a confession or two)
word count: 1.5k
warnings: cursing and weed/smoking mention
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The trailer park is quiet. The autumn chill has settled over town like a blanket, unearthing winter jackets and beanies from closets and marking every breath with a plume of white air.
Eddie sits beside you on his front porch, and though the light swinging overhead flickers every few seconds, and the wooden stairs are halfway to rotted, it’s his favorite place in the world.
Anywhere that has you in it is his favorite place in the world.
He’d like to blame that sappy sentiment on the joint you surprised him with an hour ago and have been passing back and forth, but if he’s honest, Eddie feels that way sober.
You make him feel and think all that sappy shit he was sure only existed in movies.
You showed up, with a dorky birthday hat and a joint sticking out of a cupcake, and Eddie instantly felt high. And so, even though his day started at crappy and only got worse from there, it’s looking to have a decent ending.
As far as birthdays go, this certainly isn’t the worst. It’s almost better that everyone forgot. No last-minute, hasty gifts or the off-key singing of some waitress and his uncle.
It doesn’t even matter that everyone else forgot. Because you didn’t.
“I got you a present,” you say eventually, jabbing out the last burning embers of the roach and tossing the filter into the tiny pile at the bottom of the steps. Other filters from other nights smoking on this porch, the best of them with you.
“I thought we just smoked the present,” Eddie says.
You snort a laugh and bump Eddie’s shoulder with your own.
“No, that was the candle,” you say. “It would have been better if you rolled it. You’ve got magic hands.” You lift your arms and do jazz hands, making Eddie laugh, and then cough, which makes you laugh, too. Then you’re just two high idiots giggling on a crumbling porch, but Eddie is happier than he has been in a long time.
“Not everyone has the magic touch,” Eddie says. He raises his own hands, and doesn’t miss the way your gaze falls and lingers on each finger, each ring and crooked knuckle and calloused fingertip. Eddie drops his hands. “So. What’s this present you speak of? It better be damn good, after all you’ve hyped it up.”
“I did no hyping,” you accuse. You tear your gaze from Eddie’s and drop it to your lap, where you’re worrying the hem of your hoodie between your fingers. “And it probably isn’t that good—”
Eddie blames the weed on his sudden confidence. He takes your chin in one hand, forcing you to look at him, and he doesn’t realize how close you are on the porch until he almost smashes your nose with his own.
“Whatever it is, sweetheart,” he says, gentler than he intends, “I’m sure I’ll love it.” Your eyes dip, dip to his mouth, and now Eddie is looking at your lips, and he can’t stop.
He clears his throat and sits back. “You’ve never gone wrong before. Christmas ‘82?” He shrugs his shoulders and flashes you a lopsided grin. “Alright, yeah, you kind of screwed future you, there. How the hell do you follow thatup?”
You roll your eyes, but Eddie can tell you’re pleased. He’s known you so long that nonactions are actions, too.
“You and that damn guitar,” you say.
“What can I say? You did good, kid,” Eddie says. He bumps your shoulder again. “C’mon. Quit stalling. Let’s see it.”
You scrunch your nose. “Technically, there’s not really anything to see. I mean, I have a piece of paper, like a written agreement, but—”
“Earth to y/n,” Eddie says in a singsongy voice, though honestly, he’d be content to watch you talk about nothing for hours.
You nod a few times. Clear your throat. Don’t look at him as you say, “I kind of… booked you a gig.”
And Eddie’s dry mouth becomes the Sahara desert.
“You—what?”
“And I don’t know if I’d really call it a gig. More of an… audition? That fancy new club, The Tunnel, is looking for a local band to play Friday nights, and they want something different, so I played them one of your tapes. The manager liked it. He said if you do well at the show in a few weeks, you could be in there every friday night—”
“Are you serious?” Eddie asks.
You stop. Meet his eyes. “Of course I’m serious.”
“Holy shit.” Eddie pushes off the porch steps, onto the dirt below, and shakes his head. “Holy shit.” He wraps his arms around his torso and turns to you, shaking his head again. “Are you serious?”
You laugh, and say, “For the second time, yeah, I’m serious.” You swipe at your nose and sniffle. “Not that your usual joint isn’t great, but I figured, maybe you and the guys wanted to change it up a bit¸—”
And Eddie can’t hold back anymore. He rushes you, throwing his arms around your waist, knees digging into the step below you, burying his face in your neck.
You laugh again, and hug him back, and when you dip your face against his, your cool lips graze his temples. His stomach lurches, and his pulse sings, and yeah, he’s definitely high, but it’s most certainly not all from the weed.
All his reservations fall away. Fall apart. Never fucking existed at all, and he’s just been kiding himself.
Eddie pulls back to look at you.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he says. “I love you.”
You let out a little laugh. “I love you, too, dude.”
He shakes his head. Peels himself away from you and drops onto the step beside you. “No. I mean, I love you. I’m in love with you. And I have been since we were sixteen. I was doing a pretty good job of not doing anything about it, trying to maintain the friendship and all that, but then you show up here, and you tell me you booked my band a gig—”
“Technically not a gig!”
“—a gig,” Eddie says. “And suddenly, I don’t give a shit about maintaining anything. So, thanks for that. And I love you. I really fucking love you. Sorry if that screws things up.”
For a long second, you just look at him, and Eddie thinks he could die right there on that porch—which is ironic, considering he kind of almost did, if the grass near this porch in a parallel universe counts.
“Do you have any idea,” you ask, “how long I’ve been waiting for you to admit that?”
Eddie jerks back. “What are you—you knew?”
You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and look away, a sheepish smile on your face.
“I mean, of course I knew,” you say. “I’ve known you since we were ten. I know you. But time went on, and you still never said anything, and I wasn’t sure if I was wrong, or if you just had no goddamn clue how you felt, and then—“
“And how do you feel?” Eddie asks.
Your smile shifts. It shines like a thousand stars, brighter than anything in the night sky.
“I really fucking love you too,” you say. And then you kiss him, and you taste like frosting and weed and a thousand future kisses.
Eddie ends it sooner than he’d like—if he doesn’t, he’ll do something non-gentlemanly things on his porch, and he’s really trying to be a gentleman—and you drop your head onto his shoulder. You lace your fingers through his, fiddling with his rings with your free hand.
Sometime later, you lift your head, and say, “You never told me your wish.”
The cupcake with the joint. You instructed him to make a birthday wish on the first hit.
Eddie averts his gaze, swiping the hair from his eyes.
“My wish?” He shrugs. Meets your eyes. “You know the rules. Secret.” He draws his fingers across his lips and mimics throwing away a key.
You roll your eyes. “Humor me.”
Eddie inclines his head and considers a moment.
“You really want to know?”
“I want to know everything in that head,” you say, lifting two fingers to his temples.
Eddie knows he’s smiling like a dork, but he doesn’t care.
“It was you,” he says. “It’s always you.”
You press your lips together, but a smile tugs them up. You wind your arms around his neck and dip your forehead against him.
“Well,” you say softly. “You’ve got me. Time to find a new wish.”
“I’ll figure it out later,” he says. “Now, I just really want to kiss you again. You cool with that?”
You laugh, and say, “Yeah, I’m cool with that.”
Then you kiss him again.
And Eddie thinks this might be the best birthday he’s ever had.
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wip wednesday
tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @tizniz @diazsdimples @buddieswhvre @disasterbuckdiaz @dangerpronebuddie 💖💖💖
more of the cheating fic bc I said this is my main focus rn and it is haha (I might have something different for friday tho 🙈)
I hope I'll finish this scene before I post all of it in snippets lol the convo just keeps going and going istg haha
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“What are you doing here so early? After last night, I thought you two would be dead to the world the whole day.” she teases, then goes to get a cup of coffee.
“Hey, Karen.” Buck responds quietly, not answering the question. Hen does it for him.
“Buck’s having a crisis. He slept with Eddie.” Hen says, and Karen turns towards them, eyes wide, but then the surprise turns into a smile.
“Well, finally.” she chuckles, reaching into the cupboard for a mug. “I thought it’d take them decades to figure it out.” she pauses, then frowns, turning towards Buck again. And he chooses to ignore that comment, because what the hell did she even mean? “Wait, what happened with you and Taylor? When did you guys break up? Did I miss some 118 gossip?” she asks, shooting her wife a questioning look.
“No, you didn’t, they’re still together..” Hen responds, scrutinizing gaze not leaving Buck. “He cheated on her.”
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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @puppyboybuckley @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @hoodie-buck @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @exhuastedpigeon @fortheloveofbuddie @911-on-abc @daffi-990 @jesuisici33
#buddie cheating fic#wip wednesday#as you can imagine karen's gonna be sooo angry and together henren will (figuratively) beat some sense into him <3#(he's gonna make just one or two more massively stupid things after that but then he'll get his shit together i promise haha)#fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste)#fic snippet#buddie#buddie fic#buddie wip#wikiangela writes#my writing#my wips#i should stop posting so many snippets of this fic before i post the whole thing haha#btw i started a new wip but i'll save it until i have more to share (maybe friday lol)#it's gonna be a different first meeting fic that's inspired by brooke davis' bachelorette party but that's all im gonna say rn lol
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❝ like runaway horses, it's a long way back home again when every step is a silver prayer in the face of a hard wind // upcoming rhett abbott x oc fic
across the montana state line; past the cattle ranches and the fenced-in pastures filled with horses; down a rough dirt road that becomes damn near untenable in a good rain storm, winding through fields of wildflowers and sun-bleached brush until the land drops away into wide open skies; is a little house. a half-wild thing.
or a broken-hearted rhett abbott helps luke tillerson's fiancée skip town and over the course of a year, begins again.
#my goal is to write this in mid-march/april#but i'm not writing it until i finish biho because i'm not capable of working on more than one series#fic: runaway horses#rhett abbott x mae brooks#oc: mae brooks#outer range fic#rhett abbott fic#rhett abbott x oc#ames makes things#laracrofted writes
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Turning the Page
A Step Back in Time, chapter 11
Choices, The Royal Romance, AU
Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.
Turning the Page Series Masterlist
Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks
All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series.
Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match.
Rating: M🔞 - Warnings - Series will contain crude language, weapons, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.
Words: 3268
A Step Back in Time, Chapter 11
Chapter Summary: Liam, Riley and William arrive for a weeklong retreat in Lythikos. Olivia takes Riley ‘under her wing’ to mentor and to offer advice for her return to court. Olivia was determined to get her friend into the right frame of mind and to ultimately get the sparkle back in her eyes.
Music Inspiration: What Was I Made for? Billie Eilish ; Lose Control, Teddy Swims
A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.
A/N2: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard. (Series cross-over with ‘Perfect Match’)
‘Cause I, ‘cause I
I don’t know how to feel
But I wanna try
I don’t know how to feel
But someday I might
Someday I might
Think I forgot how to be happy
Something I’m not, but something I can be
Something I wait for
Something I’m made for
Something I’m made for’
Cordonian Royal Palace, Capital
If you told Riley Brooks that she would be living in Cordonia, in the Royal palace, with the King of Cordonia just last summer ... she would not believe you. She would tell you that ‘once upon a time’, she fell in love with that King and competed for his hand in marriage in his social season. By reason of the cruelty of fate, and the callousness of the Royal court, that dream would be ripped away from her by a world that was foreign to her. Where outsiders, or commoners, were frowned upon and/or deemed lesser than the noble class. She would be relegated to be the other woman, the mistress to that immensely powerful man whose duty to his country dictated that he must marry a ‘chosen’ woman, even though he did not love her.
...and she had to watch that man she loved, marry another.
...because she loved him, she remained. Confiding to him, ‘I’ve made my decision ... I want to be with you. I don’t care what it looks like.’
...and it broke her.
In the Royal east wing, inside William’s bedroom, Riley meticulously packed his clothing into a large suitcase. Carefully selecting each item with love and care for their winter vacation in the Alps of Lythikos, she folded his small woolen sweaters with matching pants and jeans. Soft mittens and a woolen cap were nestled next to his favorite plushie, Scooby; ready to go with him on his snowy adventures.
"Li Li, sweetheart, come here please," Riley called out, her voice echoing through the spacious room. William bounded towards her; his eyes wide as he watched his mother pack his belongings.
"We go away, Mama?" William asked, his voice filled with wonder.
"Yes, my sweet boy," Riley replied with a smile, scooping him up into her arms and placing him down on his bed. "We're going to the mountains with your father to visit a good friend of ours. It's going to be so much fun."
William's eyes sparkled with delight at the mention of his father. In the five short months since he met his father for the first time, the bond between father and son had grown stronger exponentially. William adored Liam, who always had time for his son's playful antics in New York and now, here in Cordonia, as well. Despite his Royal duties, Liam made the point to spend as much time with William as possible. Riley was not surprised. Liam often spoke about what kind of father he wanted himself to be. The exact opposite of his own father. She could tell that Liam was trying his best to make up for all the time they had lost. And she could not be happier.
Riley continued to pack, tucking away William's favorite books and toys to keep him entertained during their trip in Lythikos. She had already arranged for snacks with the kitchens, ensuring they would have everything they needed for the long drive to the northern chateau.
Riley looked up, catching Liam's gaze.
Liam stood and silently watched, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded. A gentle smile played on his lips as he watched Riley packing their son's belongings for their trip, while William happily tried to help his mother.
"Come, my King," Riley softly spoke and smiled with a playful glint in her eyes. "Help me double-check if we have everything for our little adventurer."
Liam pushed himself away from the doorframe and strolled over to Riley; he crouched down beside William, who was wide-eyed with anticipation.
“Daddy, look.” William pointed to the large suitcase, smiling happily at his father.
"Hello, my little prince," Liam greeted, ruffling William's hair. "Are you ready for an adventure?"
William giggled and nodded his head vigorously, his eyes reflecting the admiration and adoration he held for his father. Liam chuckled, “I see you have lots of toys packed.”
William climbed over to the suitcase and plucked his favorite plush to show his father.
“Ah, I see you packed your little dog. Is he your special friend?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love puppies.” William grinned, squeezing his toy.
“You do? That is good to know,” Liam winked at Riley as William returned his toy to be packed.
“I will meet you two in an hour. All right, love?” Liam asked Riley.
“Okay, Daddy,” William answered as Liam and Riley chuckled together at his response.
As Liam left to go to his study, Damien entered, bowing to Liam, “Your Majesty”.
Liam smiled and nodded 'hello' in response as he walked towards his assistant waiting in the hall followed by his security detail.
Nevrakis Chateau, Lythikos, Cordonia
Driving through the majestic mountains, Riley stared at the vista overlooking the Nevrakis chateau. Memories flooded her mind as they passed the frozen lake below. The lake where she, along with the other suitors skated on, with Liam during his social season years ago.
Riley shivered. Was it from seeing the beautiful winter landscape or from those memories of past competitions for the man she loved? Riley’s thoughts were interrupted by the happy sound of her son’s voice.
William giggled; totally enthralled by Liam’s storytelling of his past adventures in the snow. The sight of father and son was precious to Riley, as she softly smiled at the two of them. William was sitting on Liam’s lap as he pointed to the large chateau coming into view ahead.
The escalade stopped at the grand entrance of the Nevrakis chateau as members of the royal guard went into formation and opened the vehicle doors.
As they made their way toward the entrance, a flurry of snowflakes fell from the sky, adding a layer of white powder to the ground.
"Wow, this is beautiful.” Riley raised her arms to the sky. “I remember my first visit here during your social season.”
"It is. If I remember correctly, it was just as cold." Liam quipped adjusting William’s scarf.
Members of Olivia’s waitstaff greeted the party as they entered the lavish and grand estate. Standing at the base of the grand staircase, Olivia grinned as William squealed at the pair of Alaskan malamutes sitting inside the foyer.
“King Liam, Lady Riley and Prince William ... welcome to my quaint northern lodge. I am delighted to host the three of you.”
Liam approached Olivia and kissed her cheek, then gestured to Riley and William to join them.
"Olivia, it's been far too long since I last visited. The grounds are magnificent.”
"Indeed, thank you, Liam.” Olivia beamed with pride.
"Thank you for hosting us. Your hospitality is greatly appreciated.” Riley added.
"Anything for my dear friends."
Olivia's attention was drawn to William, who was petting the dogs and giggling.
"Well, hello again, prince William." Olivia walked over and knelt beside and offered treats to her two canine companions.
William looked up at her and smiled.
"Hewwo."
"He's even cuter than I remember," Olivia grinned. ���This one,” she motioned to the brown tipped dog, is ‘Mischa’. And this big guy is ‘Zeus’, "she cooed.
"Now, Riley." Olivia stood and walked forward slowly, looping her arm through Riley's arm and leading her inside. "We have lots to catch up on. Liam, make yourself at home. Your Royal suite is ready for you. Gustav will be your personal attendant for your stay."
"Thank you, Liv. That is much appreciated."
"You are quite welcome. Now, Riley, let us get started on our girl time.” Liam winked at Riley, his shoulders shaking as he chuckled at Riley’s faux scared expression.
"Okay, sounds good." Riley shook her head grinning as she walked by Liam.
Olivia and Riley climbed the grand staircase and disappeared around a corner while William sat on the floor playing with the dogs.
"William, let's get you changed and settled." Liam extended his hand down for his son to take.
"Okay, Daddy."
“Bye bye puppies.” William exuberantly spoke to the large dogs.
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Riley and Olivia sat on a plush sofa in front of a large window overlooking the mountains. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the snowy landscape.
"It's so beautiful here." Riley marveled at the picturesque view.
"I'm glad you like it.” Olivia proudly acknowledged as she handed a large glass filled with chardonnay to Riley.
Olivia sat back and watched Riley; her expression turning serious.
"Riley, I know that things have been difficult for you since you've come back, but you have to remember, you're a force of nature. You are stronger than you think.” Olivia was continuing the conversation of their last visit at the palace.
Riley looked down at her hands, which held onto the wine glass with a death grip. She knew the invitation to spend the week in Olivia's duchy was not just a holiday for her, Liam and William. Her once adversarial friend, and now, her good friend, wanted to assist her with reuniting with Liam.
"I can see the pain and sadness in your eyes." Olivia continued.
"Oh... "
"How is it really going? Riley, how is everything between you and Liam?"
Riley sighed and set her wine glass on the table.
"I'm...I'm not sure."
"Do you still love him?"
"Yes, of course. I have never stopped loving him.”
"Do you think he loves you?"
"Yes.” There was a small smile followed by biting her top lip.
"Then what's the problem?"
"I'm not sure."
Olivia shook her head and sighed.
"You have to trust him, Riley. He loves you. And I can see how happy William makes him.”
"I know that.”
"But there's something else, isn't there?" Olivia eyed her friend for clues.
"It's just that... we've spent so much time apart. And now that we are back together, things feel different.”
"I think I understand. That is quite normal, all things considered."
"And I'm worried that he'll eventually resent me for leaving him while I was pregnant with William."
"He could never resent you, Riley. You are the mother of his child. It'# not in his DNA.”
“I keep thinking that that there will be another scandal around the corner. That something or someone will tear us apart.”
"What happened to that confident and free spirited American girl? The one who turned the court on its' head. Where did she go?"
"I know what you are asking. I feel scared; waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
"Scared of what? And why?"
"That he won't forgive me."
"Riley, listen to me. That is your guilt talking.”
Olivia reached over and grabbed Riley's hands, looking her in the eye.
"Liam loves you. He will always love you. You and William are his world. And I know that he wants nothing more than to make you happy.”
"But..."
"But, nothing. There is no 'but'.”
"Okay." Riley was not convinced. "But, Madeleine ..."
"Is out of the picture; where Liam is concerned. You have the power of position now, make Madeleine feel it."
Riley looked at her friend and took a staggered breath.
"Most importantly, you hold the King’s heart...show the world, show Cordonia, show Madeleine what that means...you will bring her to her knees." Olivia sneered.
"This is why I wanted you to come for a visit. To remind you of who you are and what you are capable of.”
“Olivia ...” Riley sighed, shaking her head, ‘no’.
"Now. Come with me."
Olivia stood and motioned for Riley to follow.
Olivia took her down to an armory in the bowels of the chateau.
"Here we are." Olivia turned and motioned to a wall of weapons.
"What are we doing down here?" Riley asked, eyeing the collection of weapons displayed on the wall.
"We're going to do some training.”
"Training? For what?" Riley questioned, perplexed.
"For the press."
"Why do I need training for the press? With weapons?"
"Because they're vultures. They will try to get a rise out of you. They will ask rude and invasive questions. They will try to trip you up.”
"But why do you think I need training? I know you haven’t forgotten that I was subjected to them during Liam’s social season."
"Because they're relentless idiots.” Olivia sneered.
"Okay, but ...”
“Now that you are back in Cordonia, the mother of the crown prince, no less ...they want to find out your intentions with their king.”
Riley took a deep breath, closing her eyes.
"Don't worry. I'm going to teach you how to handle them.” Olivia confidently proclaimed with a smirk.
"Thank you, Olivia.” Riley sighed as she eyed the collection of pointy weaponry again.
"Of course. Now, let us get started.”
Riley was grateful for Olivia's help and advice. She knew that she was right about the press, having dealt with them through the engagement tour, after the scandal was brought to light.
Riley didn't have to know that. At least, not yet.
And she knew that she needed to be prepared. Riley understood the extent to which the press would dig and manipulate information to get a juicy soundbite. But she was not aware that Madeleine would have her own agenda to discredit and sabotage her at every chance she got, all the way from Morocco. However, Olivia was well aware of Madeleine’s spite and her bitterness over losing the crown.
"First off. I want you to choose a weapon." Olivia pointed to her collection of weaponry mounted on the wall.
"A weapon?" Riley’s eyes were wide looking at the selection before her.
"Yes. You cannot fight the press with words alone.”
"Um...okay." Riley answered sceptically.
Riley looked at each weapon closely. There were swords, halberds, axes and daggers, among others.
She picked up a sword.
"Hmm...a sword? Interesting choice."
"It's light and I can move fast.”
"Good. Particularly good.” Olivia nodded approvingly. “That would be a weapon that Liam would choose.”
“Really?” Riley admonished.
"Now, we'll practice some moves.”
"Moves?"
"Yes. Maneuvers. Stances. Blocking and parrying.”
"Wow. This is serious.”
"Indeed. I'll start slow, but don't let your guard down.”
"I won't.” Riley responded warily.
"Good. Now, attack me."
"What?" Riley looked aghast.
"Attack me."
"Oh, um ... okay."
Riley raised the sword and ran at Olivia, who easily dodged the blow.
"Is that the best you've got?"
"No.”
Riley lunged at her again, and again, Olivia sidestepped each attack.
"You're leaving yourself open.” Olivia challenged.
"I am?"
"Yes. If this was a real fight, I would have cut you down by now." Olivia chirped.
"Oh.” Riley let out a large breath, wondering to herself how this lesson was going to end.
"Here. Let me show you."
Olivia demonstrated a series of moves, her sword flashing and swooshing in the air.
"Now, you try.”
Riley imitated the movements, her sword swishing through the air.
"Better.” Olivia critiqued.
"Thanks." Riley answered questionably.
"Again.” Olivia commanded with Riley going on the defensive.
They continued to spar, their swords clashing together. Riley was impressed with Olivia's skills and ability to read her opponent and react accordingly.
As they continued to fight, Riley became more comfortable with the sword, her moves becoming more fluid and graceful. Liam slipped into the back of the room, quietly watching the sparring.
"Excellent.” Olivia praised.
"Thanks.” Riley smiled at the compliment, picking up a bottle of water.
"Now we need a target." Olivia led her to a stuffed, practice dummy.
Riley chuckled as she watched her friend attach a large face photo of Madeleine onto the head with a dagger.
"Here, let me help you." Olivia handed her an assortment of knives, before she expertly threw her dagger.
Riley's first few throws landed wide, but she quickly found her mark, sinking several blades into the center of the picture.
"Nicely done.”
"Thanks."
"Feel better?" Olivia snickered as Riley laughed.
“Yes! Yes, actually I do. But I don't understand. How is this going to help me?”
"When the press asks you questions, you need to stay calm and confident. If they try to rattle you, throw them off balance. Focus on your target.” Olivia pointed to the picture.
"Let's practice."
"All right."
"Imagine I'm a member of the press. And I ask you, 'Lady Riley, where have you been all these years?'"
Riley cleared her throat and straightened her posture.
"I've been raising my son in New York. It's where he was born and raised.”
"Why did you leave Cordonia?"
"I left to protect my child. And because I knew that King Liam had an obligation to the Queen.”
"What are your intentions now that you've returned?”
"I'm here to support my son and to be a part of his life.”
"Do you still love the King?”
"Yes, of course."
“No! STOP!!!”
Olivia moved assertively towards Riley. "This is where you say, 'that's all the questions for today’ and then you walk away from the microphones. Show confidence. Show determination. Show stoicism. Control the narrative.”
Riley raised her eyebrow. "How did you get so good at this, Olivia?"
Olivia shrugged, her shoulders rising slightly. "I'm the duchess of Lythikos. People talk. And sometimes they don't realize I'm listening."
Riley nodded, a new respect for Olivia blossoming in her heart with a renewed sense of determination in her step.
Feeling his arms, Riley giggled and leaned back against him with a content smile.
Liam sauntered up to Riley from behind, wrapping his arms around Riley’s waist.
Riley turned around to look at Liam, her eyes filled with love.
“The Royal guard will then lead you away from the gathering,” Liam interjected. “You will never be left without protection.”
"Thank you, Liam.” Riley tearfully smiled.
"I want you to know that while I am alive, you will always have a home in Cordonia. And I will never let anyone threaten that ... or you ... ever again.”
Riley felt a warm feeling in her chest and a sense of calm.
Maybe everything was going to be all right, after all. As long as she had Liam and William, she knew she could face anything.
"Liam, I love you."
"I love you, too, Riley."
Liam pressed his lips to hers, and Riley melted into his embrace. They kissed for a long moment, savoring the feel of each other's bodies.
"Come, let's go get some sleep. We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow."
"I'm ready.*
"Pleasant dreams you two. Good night."
"Olivia, thank you for your expertise. It is much appreciated.
"Your welcome, Liam. It's my pleasure."
Good night." Riley called out.
Riley followed Liam out of the room, her hand firmly grasped in his.
And for the first time since she had come back to Cordonia, she truly felt like she was home.
"Thank you, Olivia," she whispered as she lay in Liam's arms, his steady heartbeat lulling her to sleep.
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mike can’t stop staring.
will bruised like a peach; he always had. every spill off his bike, every knock against fences and trees, every wrestling match over the remote, every sleepless night – would bloom out over his skin in stages of black and blue and yellow and green.
but this-
they’re here, sitting in the back of the pizza van as it carries them to their destination, the calm before the storm, and mike can’t stop staring. at some point the sleeve of will’s shirt had torn at the seam where arm met shoulder, the excess material hanging off and down to his elbow, baring skin seldom seen these days, where will seemed to be gravitating towards long-sleeved button-ups and away from regular tees.
it was this skin that captured mike’s attention, and for once it’s not for the pale, smooth skin itself. there are bruises marring that skin, bruises forming a pattern that is both familiar and infuriating. “does it hurt?” he asks, hushed and quiet in the relative silence of the van. when will looks away from the window, brows creased in confusion, he gestures to will’s arm. “you have… bruises,” he explains, hating the recognition in will’s eyes that wars with resignation, “where that dickhead grabbed you.”
will’s other hand comes up to tug the material aside, and suddenly mike can see all of it, the fingertip-shaped spots that are already black and blue and hints of a deep purple, stark against skin that hasn’t seen sunlight in months. will’s hand shifts and the pad of his index finger unconsciously settles directly overtop one of the bruises. mike feels like throwing up. “oh. it doesn’t hurt, just kind of… aches,” will admits. he smooths the cotton back into place and somehow it’s worse now, worse now that it’s hidden from view but mike knows they’re there, just beneath the surface.
without thinking it through, he reaches out to touch, and they both still when his hand grazes will’s sleeve. swallowing thickly, he drags it along the length of will’s arm, going at a near glacial pace as they both watch its progress silently. once it reaches the spot just below the beginning of the bruising, it stops there, hovering a bit before slowly, softly flattening against the fabric of his sleeve, curving around the bend of his elbow.
into the blanketed silence, mike’s quiet words sound like a shout. “you sure? i could… kiss it better.”
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A Gentle Reminder
“I dunno why you guys are stressing so much. It’s easy, we just have to keep telling Usopp how awesome he is!” Luffy exclaims. “He’s always sayin’ nice stuff about us, so we’ve just gotta return the favour. If we tell him how great he is all the time he’ll have to believe us and he won’t be sad anymore!”
After seeing how Usopp was unaffected by Perona's negative ghosts on Thriller Bark, the other Straw Hats are worried about their sniper's mental health. Luffy insists that Usopp doesn't need to be fixed or changed, but just requires the occasional reminder of how talented and valued he is. The crew is more than happy to oblige.
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Omg… I had a realization…
I think I saw something somewhere that said that Bon doesn’t really pay attention to Billy and often forgets their name, and one of the names he calls Billy is “Lily”, since they sound so similar…
Lily is Charles’s daughter,
Boozoo is really close to Billy…
And Charles possesses the Boozoo animatronic…
This probably makes zero sense but imagine Charles, while possessing Boozoo, taking care of the Billy animatronic because he’s so desperate to care for his daughter as a purpose to keep going, but can’t actually get close to his daughter any more so he settles for taking care of a character she’s been compared to.
And then, years later when Ashley is shoved and eventually possesses the Billy animatronic, Charles/Boozoo just doubles down on the above and goes into extra protective care mode… :’(
#i just 😭😭😭😭#I have so many fic ideas yet I don’t have the motivation to *actually write them*#bleeegghhh#the walten files#twf#twf spoilers#twf boozoo#boozoo the ringmaster#Boozoo the magician#Twf Billy#billy the clown#twf charles#charles brook#Twf Ashley#ashley parks#sobbinf
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Could I get brook for #12 for brook from the whumptober list?
Yes, of course! This one took an unexpected turn while writing but hey, I think y'all earned it after the few angsty ones
Whumptober Day 12
Brook x Reader
Warning: talk of boobs and panties (This is Brook so he had to ask the question)
I swear I did not mean for the first half to be so cracked but it just came out that way
"Ah- what the fuck!" You fell against the garbage bins behind you. Now sitting on the ground, you could only look up in horror at the animated skeleton in front of you.
He ceased playing the eerie music on his violin and leaned down, his face too close for comfort. Shivers danced down your spine as his eyeless sockets stared into your orbs.
"My my, what a lovely young lady you are," he spoke, and you would've screamed if horror hadn't taken your voice.
You heard the rumours and read the creepypastas about a skeleton roaming the streets late at night, playing an eerie melody that summons fog to obscure what he does to his victims. Another story made up to get internet views or scare kids away from the streets at night, and you figured if the creepypasta is true, the skeleton wouldn't be walking around a lit-up downtown city. Horror shit like that only happens in small towns or the suburbs, or so you believed, 'cause here he is, leaning over you.
"What- what do you want, man- skeleton- whatever you are?" Part of you hoped and prayed this was some sort of Halloween prank a couple of sick kids were playing.
"May I see-" He leaned further down and made the back of your head kiss the ground. "Your panties?"
"...No?" You didn't intend for it to sound like a question, you were just confused why he would ask that. It's too innocent to be threatening yet too raunchy to be a joke. Is he a virgin?
The skeleton stared, leaning over you. With no facial features, you couldn't tell if he was mad or unamused. The unknown fuels the fear spinning in your mind-
"Okay, apologizes for interrupting your stroll." He stood up straight and tipped his hat. "Carry on with your evening miss." The skeleton turned and began walking away, leaving you in shock.
"Wha...what the fuck- what the fuck just happened?" You sat there trying to process the last 5 minutes and you noticed the skeleton turning the corner. "Ayo! Wait up!" You scrambled onto your feet to catch up to him.
"Hm?" He turned to you. "Do you wish to join me in an evening stroll-"
"You can't just say that shit to people."
"...I don't think it's unusual to ask someone if they want to walk together-"
"Not that bonehead. The- The panty thing, you don't say shit like that and act all nonchalant afterwards!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"HUH?"
"Don't 'huh?' me! I'm the normal one here!"
"If you don't mind me asking, what's unusual about asking a lady to see her panties?" He tilted his head, displaying his curiosity.
"Well- it's just- it makes no sense, I mean- pervy boys would ask to see boobs instead and disgusting men would order for the panties to be taken off, what they do after depends if they're a virgin or not-"
"Well, that's just rude!"
"Huh?" Now the confusion is on your face.
"You don't demand a lady to take her panties off! Where I come you ask a lady to see her panties first, it's the gentlemanly thing to do."
You scoff hearing the word gentleman, "Where do you come from, the 19th century?"
"The 16th century, why?"
You almost hit the floor hearing that response. "No reason, it's just no one really talks about being or acting like a gentleman these days."
"That is unfortunate."
"You can say that again," you muttered thinking of the weird shit males say now thanks to memes on the internet.
"What is your name, if I may ask?" He bowed with his hat in his hand.
"Oh- it's [Y/n]."
"Well, miss [Y/n]-" he placed the hat back on his head. "Would care to join me for an evening stroll?" The skeleton asked, offering his arm.
You stared at his gesture, unsure if you wanted to accept it. What were you even doing out here talking to a skeleton? Your mind is probably making all this shit up because to haven't let it go to sleep in days. Ah, fuck it, it's not like you'll be going to sleep anytime soon. You held onto his boney arm, allowing him to lead your stroll.
"Hey... do you have a name?" You inquired, still wondering if this is real or not.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, how rude of me, I'm so embarrassed," he apologized with a little slump in his posture. For something you were terrified of moments ago, you couldn't see why anymore with how lively he's being. "My name is Brook, known as the humming swordsman and musician of the Strawhat Pirates."
"You were a pirate?"
"Indeed I was, although that was many years ago."
"Can you tell me about your adventures?" A small sparkle in your eye, and who was Brook to say no to a lovely lady?
So the skeleton shared his tales of adventuring on the grand seas, speaking highly of all his crew members and the feats they've accomplished. His joyful memories he told showed how wonderful the crew was and how fond he was of them. You wished you could meet them, or at least people like them.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, [Y/n]." Brook stopped walking and handed you his handkerchief.
"No, I'm alright Brook, it's just very beautiful." You took his handkerchief and wiped your eyes. "They sound like- like lovely friends. Here..." You gave the item back and the two of you continued walking.
"[Y/n], I have a question that's been lingering on my mind since the moment I met you."
"What is it?"
"Why are you up this late at night?" It was an innocent question, yet the concerned tone behind it made you wish he didn't ask.
"Many people are up at this hour, it's not unusual to see someone around here this late." You avoided eye contact, finding the glowing city buildings to be a better sight.
"But you're tired..." Brook pointed out. "Your body is clearly exhausted and your eyes appear as if they haven't rested in days. Tell me, when was the last time you slept?"
"I haven't slept in days but who's counting?"
"It's not good for you to deprive yourself of sleep, [Y/n]."
"You make it sound like it's easy to get some sleep..." you muttered. "If it was that easy, I'd be in bed by now, but it's not... you wouldn't get it."
"Do you have insomnia?"
"How did you know?" You were surprised he even knew the term.
"Heh," He smiled at your shocked face before explaining. "Before I met the Strawhats, I had what you called insomnia. I spent days staring up at foggy skies, left alone with my thoughts, unable to sleep, though I suppose it didn't have any effect on my body since I'm only just bones. The only times I fell asleep were when I played the violin too long, I always fell down because I did it while standing, not the best way to wake up." He chuckled.
"Do you think... you could play the violin for me?"
"Of course." Brook smiled softly and pulled out his violin. "Anything for you, my lady."
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How Narrators Are Made
Narrators are made of words and ink, each one a story waiting to be written. Brooke wished she was written with more care.
#yes I see the title but this is a gen-rated fic I swear#it's just about Brooke being in pain#so more of the usual you know from Caleb's writing catalogue!#ever after high#eah#brooke page
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naked.
pairing: luke james inspired male oc x black fem reader. warning: 18+ sensuality + imagery. inspiration: naked by marques houston (luke james cover).
note: if u saw tank’s tiny desk concert, then u saw luke’s brief rendition of “naked” by marques houston. i need a full cover.
The lights were lost in the darkness of the night. A candle in the entryway acted as the sole indicator of light. He didn’t need it—he easily found his way around her body with his calloused fingertips and soft lips.
Though her silhouette was the sole object illuminated by the candlelight, he saw a small glimpse of her eyes. Pools of melted chocolate with boats of honey, drifting down streams of vanilla cream.
Then her lips. Marshmallow lips coated in sweet sugar.
His curious hands touched, rubbed, and caressed every inch of her physique. They landed on the sweetness between her thighs. Sticky fingers dipped in chocolate syrup—delicious against awaiting tastebuds.
Her lips fell ajar as he toyed with the place she craved him the most. His tongue traced her chest. Candy mounds on a plate of hot caramel.
Down her canvas he descended until he was met met by her plush thighs. He nudged them open softly. Golden-wrapped riches guarded by the lips of an edible treasure chest.
Devilishly sweet.
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Dine n' Dash
Surprise besties🥰 @misslavenderlady and I have been working on a collab series for our baby boy Tyler💕 We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Lave is a queen and it was super fun to work with her on this:)
Tyler x Fem! Reader
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Ask anyone in The Ramp Locals, and they’d all agree that Tyler was the sweetest, most loyal guy you could ever call a friend. He was always there for his fellow skaters, cheering them on and hanging out with them whenever they needed some company. There was just so much to like about the guy.
What the others didn’t realize was that deep down, Tyler was actually a bit lonely. Not in the case of his social circle, of course. No, Tyler was missing something else in his life. Something more....intimate.
He would never admit it to any of the other guys, but he had a feeling of envy whenever Corey was hand-in-hand with his blonde beauty of a girlfriend. He and Chrissy were always so sweet to one another, and while the others teased Corey for it, Tyler had the nagging sensation of a little green monster tugging at his heart. Though he was handsome, athletic, funny, and kind, he just hadn’t found the right girl. Someone who would make him turn into the same love-struck dope that Corey had become.
Tyler kept this secret to himself, privately moping over his lack of love. He would silently listen to his buddies talk about hot babes in bikinis and hookups in the backseats of cars. Meanwhile, he would long for something far more meaningful. Something sweeter. Something more passionate.
It followed his thoughts as he followed the others into a local diner one sunny day. They were all young men with monstrous appetites, and being active skaters didn’t help with their rumbling stomachs. It wasn’t much of a place. Just a greasy spoon of a restaurant with comfort food at the ready. What he ordered didn’t matter. A bite to eat would just help take his mind off of things.
The boys clamored into a bright red booth as they littered the floor with their skateboards. Tyler picked up the menu that had been placed in front of him. He grimaced as he realized a sticky substance that had been coating the menu was now all over his hands. He wiped them off onto his shirt with a sigh. The boys chatted away as he flipped through the food choices, looking for something that might catch his eye. His eyes glazed over as he read the descriptions for burger after burger.
“You boys ready to order?”
Tyler settled on a cheeseburger, and fries before glancing up to lock eyes with the waitress, who just happened to be the most beautiful babe he’d ever seen. His lips parted, but nothing came out as he stared at you, speechless. You shot him a confused look.
“What can I getcha?” you asked.
Tyler fumbled trying to bring words to his lips. All he could muster was broken “uhs” and “ums.” ‘Smooth,’ he thought to himself as he felt his face turn as red as the lipstick coating your smile.
“He’ll just have a cheeseburger,” Corey ordered, coming to Tyler’s rescue. “You want fries with that Ty?”
Tyler whirled around to face him. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered out. “Fries sound good.”
You bit back a giggle, amused by how dazed the blond boy was. Clearly, he was so hungry he couldn’t think straight. As you scribbled away on your pad of paper, you made a note to get him an extra helping of fries to help him feel better. All of the other boys had no issue with figuring out what they wanted. Steak and eggs, pancakes, a club sandwich, and much more. It was a good thing you had built up plenty of experience writing down orders quickly.
“Alright! I’ll go ahead and put this in for you guys!” you smiled, tucking your pen behind your ear when you were done. With a small wave, you turned on your heel to head to the kitchen.
What the diner lacked in cleanliness it made up for in the style, and that was apparent when it came to your uniform. You adored the baby blue dress that framed your figure under the apron you had on. It was fun to twirl around, letting the skirt swish as you moved. It made you excited to get a little dolled up for the day. After all, a little lipstick and mascara went a long way in charming the customers enough for extra tips.
After putting in the order for the line cook, you turned to watch the table from afar. You wondered if that one boy liked your uniform. All the guys in the group were cute, but that blond was something else.
Tyler stared at you while you put in the orders, his mouth still slightly agape. He only returned to reality when he caught sight of Corey’s fingers snapping in his face.
“Hey man, what was that?” Corey asked. “You fall off your board one too many times or somethin?”
“Just lost my train of thought, dude. It was nothin,” he grumbled defensively.
“Whatever, man,” Corey replied before turning back to his conversation with Radley.
Tyler leaned back against the booth, completely lost in thought. Corey was right. What was that? He couldn’t remember the last time something had left him speechless. There was just something special about you. He was sure of that as he watched you sashay back to their table carrying a tray piled high with food.
“Alright! I hope you guys are hungry! I even threw in a little extra stuff,” you told the group as you placed each plate down. While the others watched their own meals with mouths watering, the cute blond was only staring at you. Seeing how incredibly bright the shade of blue in his eyes was, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking back at him. With a warm smile on your face, you set his burger and extra fries down.
“If you need anything else at all, please don’t be shy~” you said with all the sweetness you could muster up. It made you feel good to see his toned cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.
With a wave of your fingers, you left them to their meals. Little did you know that Tyler was barely acknowledging the food that he was half-starved for mere moments ago. Even while you were off taking care of other customers, he watched with curiosity and wonder. So much so that the boys were wrapping up their meals before he even had a chance to take a few bites.
“Hey, Ty!” Radley teased Tyler. “You’re takin’ forever to eat! Are you gonna do somethin’ or what?”
It was only then that he realized how far behind he was on his meal. Everyone else at the table was getting antsy, ready to pay for their own stuff, and hit the streets for more skating. It seemed like the best move to let them go do their own thing. Maybe having some time to himself would help get his focus and appetite back.
Tyler continued to pick at his food as the boys scarfed down the rest of their meals and slid out of the booth, grabbing their boards as they went.
“You comin?” Corey asked confused as he glanced at Tyler’s half eaten fries and barely touched burger. “Need a box or somethin? I can call that waitress…” Corey trailed off as his head whipped around in search of you.
“No!” Tyler blurted out loudly, prompting Corey to turn towards him with a shocked look on his face. He cleared his throat, attempting to collect himself. “I think I might just hang here a little longer and finish my food. I’ll catch you guys at the halfpipe later!”
“Sure Ty, whatever you want, man,” Corey said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slapped Tyler on the back as he flew out the door and sped off to catch up with the gang.
When Corey and the boys disappeared from sight, Tyler turned back to his food. He munched on his fries absentmindedly as he thought of what it might be like to hold your hand, to bring you to the rink to watch him skate, to kiss your pretty red lips. He couldn’t stop the smile from etching its way onto his face as he daydreamed.
“I brought you some more!”
Tyler returned to reality at your words. He was met with the sight of your outstretched hand offering him another dish of ketchup. His eyes snapped down to his plate as he realized he had used up all of his already.
“Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take the dish. He blushed as his hand brushed against yours. As he looked around behind you, Tyler realized he was the only customer left in the diner. The lunch rush had slowed down for the day.
"Your friends left you behind?" you asked, tilting your head to the side. Being in the serving business, you had seen your fair share of fake friends ditching the black sheep in their group and leaving them to foot the bill. You hoped that wasn't the case for this guy.
"Oh nah, they helped cover me. I was just takin' too long," he said, swirling a fry around in the pool of ketchup.
You smiled softly. He really was a cute guy. Having some time alone with him was making your stomach flutter. It made you want to sweeten up his day a bit more.
"Well, that's a shame because I was feeling generous enough to bring some complimentary milkshakes for the table," you said. The mention of dessert certainly made him perk up. "You got a flavor of choice, hun?"
“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, his cheeks flushed pink.
You beamed as he stared up at you awaiting your answer.
“Strawberry’s my favorite,” you admitted. “They use real strawberries and vanilla ice cream instead of just the processed pink stuff. It’s my favorite thing on the menu!”
“Then one strawberry milkshake please,” he said, his lips pulled up into a half-smile as he ordered. He paused for a moment, “and two straws.”
Your lips parted slightly in surprise. The blush spread from his cheeks until his entire face was red as a tomato.
“I just mean…well, you’ve been working so hard… I couldn’t finish it by myself…if- if you’d like, you could share it with me,” he sputtered.
You smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “Radical!”
With that, you trotted back to the kitchen to put in his order. While waiting for the milkshake, you wiped down the counters and stole glances at the cute blond boy. When you’d look his way, you’d catch his eyes already on you. It made you smile to yourself every time he’d blush and turn away when he met your gaze.
After a while you heard the chef call ‘order up.’ When you went to take the drink, your nose crinkled in disgust. Sitting on the counter was a plain strawberry shake. No whipped cream, no cherries, no nothing.
‘No, no, no, this is all wrong,’ you thought as you snuck into the kitchen to add the fixings. You sprayed a mountain of whipped cream onto the shake, and topped it with a generous handful of cherries and a dusting of sprinkles.
When you were satisfied with your work, you picked up the drink and flounced back over to the table. Ever the one to provide service with a smile, you gave the boy a cheerful grin as you placed the strawberry milkshake down.
"Ta-da!" you said. To add one last touch, you plucked two straws from your apron pocket and stuck them into the creamy pink drink.
"Woah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight of the delicious dessert. He could certainly see the hard work you put into your garnishing. "This looks awesome!"
You giggled at his enthusiasm before sliding down into the seat across from him. Never had you actually sat with a customer to share a treat, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. The two of you each leaned forward, wrapping your lips around your own straws before taking a sip.
Sighs of delight came from your lips as you both enjoyed the sweet, berry flavor. That really was the good stuff.
"Damn, that's gotta be the best milkshake I've ever had," the blond boy smiled.
"Oh absolutely," you agreed.
While eyeing him carefully, you toyed around with your straw between your fingers. The top of it was marked with the stain of your lipstick. It was the same color as the cherries you stuck in.
"So…you gonna tell me your name while we're sharing a drink, cutie?"
“Tyler,” he told you, smiling. “My name’s Tyler.”
“Tyler,” you repeated. “I like that.”
He grinned, “And yours?”
You introduced yourself and he smiled, taking your hand in his from across the table and pressing a kiss to the back of it.
“Pleasure to meet you,” he breathed.
Your heart fluttered. “The pleasure’s all mine, Tyler.”
The two of you were a mess of giggling and blushing. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he could see the hearts in your eyes for him. As your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, you noticed a bit of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth.
Instinctively, you pulled a napkin from your jacket, licked it, and leaned forward to wipe the cream off. He froze in shock before allowing you to dab at his cheek. When you’d finished, you realized how close you’d gotten. You could practically feel his breath on your face as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his full, pink lips.
"Heh…sorry about that," you apologized before tucking the napkin away. "I tend to be really touchy-feely. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
Tyler was still coming out of his surprised daze as you found your words. He gave a small shake of his head, blond, fluffy locks moving around as he moved.
"It's all good! I don't mind the sweet stuff," he assured you. His lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile during the time you spent with him. Not that you minded, of course.
After all, the more time with him, the better.
"Speaking of sweet stuff," you began. "You gotta try one of these cherries. My boss always gets the sweetest maraschino cherries he can find. Really makes the desserts extra special!"
You plucked one of the numerous cherries from the top of the whipped cream mountain. The stem twirled around in between your fingertips as you held it up for Tyler to pop into his mouth.
His lips molded around the cherry, and he bit into it, pulling it from your grasp. He chewed and swallowed before throwing the stem past his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at such an odd thing.
“You eat the stem?” you asked with disbelief in your tone.
He shook his head. “No honey, just wanna show you somethin,”
You sighed wistfully at the nickname, watching him intently while his lips moved. A minute or so went by before he pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth, beaming as he showed it off to you.
It made you giggle. He was just absolutely adorable. You knew he’d been trying to impress you and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had worked. It was making you want to be a little extra playful too.
You leaned forward. “You know what they say about people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues, right?”
He smirked. He knew.
“No, what do they say?”
A sly smile of your own was plastered on your face. The fluttery sensations were getting stronger now. Tyler was quite the charmer and it was doing wonders on you.
"I'll tell you…but only if you let me give you my number first~"
The blond boy was absolutely adoring your flirtatious ways. He snickered softly, shaking his head again. The more his hair moved around, the more you wanted to run your fingers through it. His shiny locks looked so soft to the touch.
"Well if you're gonna twist my arm over it~" he chuckled.
With that, you took the pen that had been tucked behind your ear, ready to write your phone number down on a napkin. To your surprise, Tyler stopped you, offering his hand for you to write on instead. The two of you smiled bashfully as you slipped your fingers over the back of his hand. While you held him gently in place, you scribbled down your number, staining his tanned skin with blue ink.
You really were surprising yourself with how bold you were being. Moments ago he was just another customer you were serving. Now you and Tyler were flirting like a couple of high school sweethearts.
It was a good thing you were loving every minute of it.
Tyler could see the rest of the diner staff clearing tables and wiping them down. He knew his time with you was coming to an end, at least for today. He opened his mouth to tell you he didn’t want to keep you, but paused because, well, he did want to keep you.
“I better let you go,” he muttered instead. He sucked in a breath, gathering his courage. “But uh…maybe I could take you for a milkshake. This weekend maybe? Since you got the last one?” he blushed.
You smiled at him, more than happy to hear such an offer. “I’d love to.”
He let out the breath he was holding. “Really? Great! I’ll take you somewhere real nice too!”
You giggled. “It’s a date.”
“It’s a date,” he repeated, sighing wistfully.
Tyler had a really good feeling about this. About you. Maybe his wish for something romantic in his life was coming true. He couldn’t wait to tell the others about you and the date you had planned. When the time came, he was going to get you the sweetest milkshake possible. Something as sweet as you~
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you kissed me just to kiss me
because we all need some soft eddie fluff in our days <3
requested by anonymous
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: the reader has never been kissed. eddie volunteers to be the first (no plot just sap and smoochin’)
word count: 1.5k
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Nothing about Eddie matches the bedroom, yet he seems effortlessly at ease among posters he doesn’t recognize, lounging on the end of a bed that isn’t his, a worn novel he found on the bedside spread across his lap like he’s the one who dogeared all the pages.
He doesn’t quite fit with the image, but somehow, he enhances it. Turns a boring room into a shining landscape.
“Oh, come on,” Eddie says, setting the long-abandoned book aside. He rolls onto his stomach, propped up on his elbows with his hands on his chin like a little kid. He waggles his brows. “I swear, I won’t tell a soul.”
“Not happening.”
Eddie pouts. “Hey. I showed you mine, you show me yours.”
Your cheeks flame, but you manage to lift your brows and say, “You volunteered that information. And I’m pretty sure you just wanted to brag, because we all know Annabelle Jones looks like a supermodel, now.”
“Tomato, tomato.” He waves a hand. “Come on. Your first couldn’t have been that bad. I swear, I won’t judge.” He makes the sign of the cross, but you’re fairly sure he does it backwards. It almost makes you smile.
Almost. But the line of questioning is edging too close to a cliff that you spend most of your time far away from.
“Do I know ‘em?”
You frown. “No.”
“Ah, out of towner. Or a whirlwind vacation romance?” Eddie waggles his brows.
You chew on the inside of your cheek for a long moment before you say, “I haven’t.”
Eddie frowns. “Haven’t…?”
“Haven’t kissed anyone,” you say, and want to dissolve into the beanbag you’re sitting on.
Eddie’s lips part, and he stares at you for a long moment, like his brain has short-circuited.
You push off the beanbag and cross to your window, folding your arms and looking back at him.
“You said you wouldn’t judge,” you say.
Eddie shakes his head, quickly pushing up to a sitting position. “No, I wasn’t—it’s not that.” A line forms between his brows. “I’m just surprised, I guess.” He clears his throat. You can tell he’s about to ask the question, the one you ask yourself, the why, the how, and before he can, you answer.
“I always felt like I was… behind. It seemed like everyone and their mother was making out with someone under the bleachers. And by the time I graduated, I’d convinced myself it just wasn’t meant for me. That maybe there was just something wrong with me. I think part of me knew that wasn’t and that it’d happen eventually, but…” You let your gaze drift out the window, onto the bright afternoon street. “But it didn’t. And that part of me that believed in it got smaller. And now, here I am.”
The mattress squeaks in protest as Eddie climbs off it, and you hear him come to stand beside you, but you don’t look at him.
“There is nothing wrong with you,” he says. “You hear me? Nothing.”
You shrug. “Maybe. Maybe not. But either way, I’m still… behind.” A bitter smile twists on your lips. “How do you even tell someone that? Hey, so, before you kiss me, you should know, I’ve never even held a boy’s hand?”
“You’re not behind,” Eddie says. “So, what, you didn’t make out with some brace-face twelve year old, or get stuck in a closet with some asshole for seven minutes in heaven. That doesn’t mean shit. It sure as hell doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”
“It does mean I have no clue what I’m doing. Even if—” You stop, trailing off before the words someone wanted to kiss me come out, because they still sound ridiculous. Fake. A beautiful fantasy.
Eddie is quiet for a moment. When he finally does speak, he says the last thing you expect.
“I could show you,” he says, and there’s something in his tone that makes you suddenly aware of how small the windowsill you’re both tucked into is.
“What?” you ask, heart kickstarting, nerves racing up and down your skin like electricity down a wire.
“Your first kiss, that’s a story you’re gonna tell for the rest of your life,” Eddie says. “You deserve a better story than some drunk hookup at a party with a stranger.” Eddie is seldom serious, but this, his hesitation and his soft tone, is different.
You risk a glance his way and find him already watching you. He’s closer than he was a second ago, and it’s both terrifying and exhilarating, and you’re fighting every urge to run for the door.
“The first person who kisses you,” he says, “should be someone who actually gives a shit about you.” He licks his lips. You’ve spent your fair share of time staring at those lips—more than you should. And then he grins, like can read your mind, and normally, it’d irritate you, but right now, it’s like sparking a match.
“You don’t have to do that,” you whisper. Your heart beats like a kick drum, so loud you’re surprised Eddie can’t hear.
His grin softens, and he shifts back, just a bit. For a split second, you think he’s decided against his own proposition, but then he says, “There’s no pressure. It’s just an offer, love.”
Eddie Munson has called you a dozen things besides your own name, but never that, and never like this.
“It’s no big deal if you don’t want to,” he presses. “But if you change your mind—”
“No,” you say. “I want to.” Heat rises up your neck, across your cheeks, all the way to your ears.
Eddie’s brows twitch. “You’re sure?”
You nod. But still, Eddie goes on, “Don’t just say it because you think you have to. You don’t. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want—”
“Eddie.” He pauses, and you gather up whatever courage you have to say, “Kiss me.”
For a moment, he looks at you like he’s never seen you before, and part of you feels the same. You’ve met a dozen versions of Eddie in the three months you’ve been friends, but not this one.
He lifts a hand to your face, thumb tracing gently down the corner of your mouth, to your chin, and back up. You will yourself still as he moves closer, closer, until his warm breath tickles your skin.
Eddie nudges your chin up, and your eyes fall shut. A beat later, Eddie brushes his lips against yours, ever so softly. It’s the ghost of a kiss, so soft and small you could have imagined it.
You shift back, struggling to think beyond the flames in your cheeks and the racing of your heart.
Eddie’s eyes snap open as you drag your tongue along your bottom lip, and his gaze darts down, and up again. His lips part, as if to speak, but you don’t give him the chance, leaning forward to kiss him once more.
And this time, you feel it. Slow, careful, his mouth against yours. Lemon shampoo and that spicy, earthy scent that cling to him always, and curls tickling your cheeks, and his hands, slipping to your waist and drawing you closer.
You may not have any shred of experience, but you’ve read enough books and seen enough movies to have a few ideas about how this works. So, when Eddie’s mouth parts, you sweep your tongue across his bottom lip. A shudder rolls through him, and though you didn’t think it was possible, Eddie pulls you closer, so close you can feel his heart thrumming against his chest.
At some point in the last few seconds, you started to back up, and when the backs of your knees collide with the tall seat of the windowsill, Eddie breaks from your lips just long enough to murmur, “Jump,” before he’s kissing you again. You do, and he guides you up, onto the sill, pushing between your knees.
And all you can think is, I can’t believe I waited this long. But not just to kiss someone. To kiss him.
Or maybe, that was the whole point. That all this time, you’d been waiting for him to stumble along.
Only when your lips are swollen and your lungs are screaming for air do you pull back, and even then, Eddie holds your face between his hands, his thumbs trailing up and down your cheeks.
“You have no idea,” he says, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.” And it’s like Eddie can sense you’re about to protest, or doubt it, because he adds, “Since the day I met you. You handed me that stupid, stupid work shirt—” You smile, and he’s smiling, too. He leans closer, bumps his nose with yours once. “—and I just knew. This girl is going to royally fuck up my life. And I couldn’t wait.”
“So, you’re saying we could have been doing this for three months?” you ask.
Eddie laughs, and you wish you could crystallize that sound, carry it on a keychain with you forever.
“Guess we’ll have to make up for lost time, then,” he says.
And even though it’s a little difficult to kiss with all the smiling, you manage to make it work.
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Moonlight Rendevous
I am participating in @choicesflashfics prompt # 40 “I have a reputation to uphold” which will appear in bold.
I am also participating in @choicesjuly2023challenge and @moodmusicmonday song inspiration Rendevous by Little Mix
This is chapter 5 of The Blue Honey Cafe if you need to catch up on this, please feel free to click:
The Blue Honey Cafe Masterlist
The Book: TRR : No royals
The pairings: None: TRR MC is single
Ratings and Warnings: None
Word Count: 1382
Original Post: 07/08/23 at 6:12PM EST.
Summary: Riley sees Mason while she’s out and about for an evening.
“Mason, I didn’t know you had a food truck!”
“Pops believed in the hustle, and I followed in his footsteps. I typically only run it in the summertime and into early fall, because there are so many opportunities for extra outdoors events. It’s more light snacks and some sliders sort of thing. Completely different from our typical menu at the restaurant. Are you here alone?”
“Yep, I’m single as a pringle. I didn’t feel like staying in tonight, and I saw the advertisement for the movie on the lawn. I’m trying to put myself out there more, even if I go out alone, you know? I need to be more social, and maybe I’ll make some new friends. That sort of thing.”
“I know, I get it. I have been thinking about the same thing too. Some of my school kids are home for the summer and want to run the food truck to get some hours and I just might let them. That would give me more time to socialize as well.”
“Then that sounds like you already have a plan Mason?”
“I do have a plan.” And it involves the beautiful Riley Brooks, he thought to himself.
“So, have you heard anything about this movie?”
“Yes, I’ve seen the previews, it looks like it’s going to be a crazy movie, when I saw it was The Rotten Apple 🍎 I had to definitely come out tonight and check it out."
“I’ve been wanting to see it too.”
“Maybe you’ll get to have a break, if you do, come find me, you can sit with me for a bit. Help me not feel like a loser sitting by myself here.”
“Riley you’re definitely not a loser, and yes I’ll come find you when I can.”
She smiled at him. I’d like that a lot.”
Riley grabbed her cheeseburger sliders and drink and walked out onto the lawn. She glanced back at the truck, and Mason tried to appear busy, but he was still watching Riley as she walked away. She picked a spot to set up her blanket that was in his eyeline from the food truck. Did she do that on purpose so he’d be able to easily find her?
About thirty minutes into the movie the crowd had died down and everyone was engrossed in the movie Elle, the main character, was something else. She had a very distinct dark side.
“Who’s this large buttered popcorn for Todd?” Mason asked his part time worker.
“For you, I can handle the crowd, you go sit with that cutie you were flirting with.”
Riley was still sitting on the lawn on her blanket alone.
“Are you sure you’ll be good?”
“If the line picks back up, I’ll text you. Go be ‘social.’ She likes you!”
He got Riley a refill and a drink for himself and headed out across the lawn.
“Is this seat taken?” He whispered.
Riley looked up at him beaming.
“It is now, and you brought snacks!”
He sat down on the blanket with Riley placing the popcorn between the two of them.
“I’m glad you could come over here for a bit Mason, to sit here with me.”
“Me too.”
“You work a lot, you should take more time for yourself.”
Mason appeared surprised from her admission.
“Thank you for your concern, I’m trying to do more of that. But, it’s hard when you love your job, it really doesn’t feel like work.”
“I can’t say that about my job.”
“Well maybe you’re doing the wrong thing, Riley.”
It was Riley’s turn to look surprised. Then the person in front of them turned around shushing them.
Mason whispered, “You should always love your job.”
Mason tried not to read too much into it, but as the movie went on, Riley seemed to inch closer to him. She was so close to him that he could smell the perfume of her body and the scent of her shampoo in her hair.
After the movie, Mason helped Riley pick up her things and fold her blanket.
“I had a great time with you Riley.”
“Me too Mason. I loved the movie. They definitely left it open for a sequel. What did you think of it?”
“She did a lot of terrible stuff. But I don’t know why, I still want her to be happy. She kind of just won me over.”
“Because she’s not all bad. She really felt guilt and remorse for the things she had done. ”
“And it’s not every day, you wind up rooting for the villain when you watch something.”
“Exactly……. Well this is awkward.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The food truck, my ride is gone, therefore I have no way to get home.”
“I’ll take you.”
“Thanks Riley, that's nice of you.”
Mason carried all her stuff to the car for her.
“Hey I know, you’re depending on me to get back to your place, but I was wondering if you felt up for doing something else for a little bit? I mean we’re already out, and we both said we need to be more social.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Okay hear me out.. I’ve always wanted to go to this place.”
“Wheelz?!?!?! This used to be my favorite place as a kid. I had several birthday parties here. Midnight skating slaps.”
“But you said this was your favorite place as a kid?”
“Kids can be teenagers too.”
“Are you good at skating?”
“I am great at skating, are you Mason? I wouldn’t have mentioned this place if I couldn’t skate. I’m not trying to embarrass myself. But I wanted to have someone to go with.”
“I’d be honored to go skating with you Riley Brooks.”
Mason was chivalrous, a complete southern gentleman. He had not only opened the door on her own vehicle, he had waited for her to gently get in and close the door behind her. When they made it to Wheelz, Mason jumped out of the vehicle like a rocket, as soon as it was parked, opening the door for her once more.
“Will you at least let me pay for the skate rental?”
“No, it’s the least I can do for your being gracious enough to take me home tonight.”
“I’m not heartless, I wouldn’t leave you stranded like that.”
“It’s the south, I was far from stranded. But I’m glad you decided to indulge your blooming southern charm to help me out. Come on, let’s see what you’ve got out there on the rink.”
“Not bad New York. Not bad at all.” Mason laid on a thickly horrible new york accent.
“Likewise North Cakalacky.” Riley said with an even worse southern accent.
It quickly turned into healthy competition and showboating between the two as they skated around the rink.
The last skate turned out to be a couple’s skate. The music was slow, and almost romantic. She found herself leaning closer into Mason, who had a boyish grin on his face, but he pulled her closer to him too, his hand gripping hers tighter.
That part of the evening was fun and lighthearted, and Riley really enjoyed spending time getting to know Mason. He even had shared with her more about his life and family, which in turn allowed her to have a meaningful conversation with him about her own family. Mason had a lot of sadness in his life but was not jaded by it and was still very upbeat and resilient, which really appealed to her.
“I really enjoyed spending this time with you Mason. I feel like we got a chance to get to know each other a little bit better, and we’re both a little competitive apparently.”
Mason laughed. “Right?!?!?! Nothing like some good healthy competition to get the blood pumping. But seriously Riley, I had a great time with you too.”
Driving back, neither said a word, lost in their own thoughts, and when they pulled to a stop at Mason’s apartment, Riley was the first to speak.
He paused for a moment. “You know Riley, tonight doesn’t have to end right now, if you don’t want it to.”
Riley’s eyes met Mason’s. “Are you asking me up to your place?”
“I am, but it’s completely your choice. I promise to be the perfect gentleman.”
“What if I don’t want you to be, Mason?”
He winked at her. "I have a reputation to uphold."
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thank you for pulling me through
one piece
pairing: brook & luffy
word count: 2k
title borrowed from precious love by james morrison
smile again au
read on ao3
x
[The livestream begins without any introduction, the camera stationed to that side so that the baby grand piano and the bench are both in profile. The Soul King himself is sitting in front of the keys, playing scales idly and humming to himself. He seems to be waiting for something.]
skuuuullj0ke
Anyone know what this is?
gremlin energy✨✨
@ skuuuullj0ke check his pinned
existential dread but make it cute
@ skuuuullj0ke probably an apology
A handful of angry bees
@ existential dread but make it cute Apology for what??
A handful of angry bees
There was a loss in his family
A handful of angry bees
Get some perspective maybe??
existential dread but make it cute
@ A handful of angry bees i paid like 200 dollars for my ticket and he canceled a week before the show
👻SOUL PARADE👻
@ existential dread but make it cute Literally his brother died whats wrong with you?
👻SOUL PARADE👻
@ existential dread but make it cute Also his team worked with all the event organizers to get everyone refunded asap so idk why youd choose to cry about money you already got back.
5924874392607
imagine spending 200 usd on soul king tix lmao
gremlin energy✨✨
@ 5924874392607 i think you’re in the wrong place actually
skuuuullj0ke
Yikes
[A door somewhere out-of-frame opens with a mighty slam, and someone lets out an ‘oof’ as it presumably bounces back off the wall and knocks the wind out of them. Brook turns around on the bench to face the newcomer, an animated smile on his face.
“So glad you could join us!”
“Sorry, sorry,” a younger voice replies brightly. “Zoro went the wrong way and we ended up at a Mexican diner somehow. The food smelled amazing so we had to get some. And then Barto was there because I think he’s still tracking my phone? But he paid for lunch so that was cool. And I brought you some steak tacos!”
“In that case, all is forgiven!”
A teenage boy in a worn straw hat finally scrambles into view. He launches himself at Brook for a full-bodied hug that almost knocks them both onto the floor. Brook catches him easily and hugs him back with equal enthusiasm.]
clankclunk
imagine being this extroverted 😭😭
Jen.
I dont know who this child is but I’d die for him
⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩
OH MY GOD ITS LUFFY!!!!!!!!
gremlin energy✨✨
He looks like hes doing a lot better !
A handful of angry bees
Aww we haven't seen Luffy on here in ages 👒💛
Water 7 🔛🔝
Is anyone else worried about the dude apparently stalking his phone?????
clankclunk
@ Water 7 🔛🔝 no that’s just bart. he’s weird but harmless.
existential dread but make it cute
@ Water 7 🔛🔝 lbr wed all stalk brooks contacts if we could 💞
skuuuullj0ke
We really really wouldn’t though
stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪
@ existential dread but make it cute hey mods come get this weirdo
👻SOUL PARADE👻
@ stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪 I wouldnt worry. His sister is the mod today and she wields the block hammer with an iron fist
⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩
@ 👻SOUL PARADE👻 lmao our queen is in the room 👑🙇
[“Come sit, Luffy,” Brook says cheerfully. “Ah, but first, throw your bag as hard as you can that way so the food smell doesn’t distract me this entire time,” he adds, pointing off to the left.
Gamely, the boy gathers his tote bag together in his hands and flings it with what appears to be all the strength he can muster. It clatters noisily against something off-camera and there’s a deafening bang.
“Perfect!” Brook declares.
“Ah, wait, I forgot that was Sanji’s stuff,” Luffy says.
“He’ll get over it,” an unnamed person replies off-camera.]
Jen.
RIP whoever sanji is 🙏
skuuuullj0ke
So much chaotic energy, so little time
clankclunk
Luffy’s been here for 1 minute and already something is broken. New record??
[Moderator] Nami 🌊☀️
@ clankclunk Not even close.
newname92
Woah when he threw the bag and his shirt fell open for a sec
newname92
Did anyone else see that crazy scar????????
A handful of angry bees
@ newname92 You know what, I'm not even going to bother explaining why that was an insensitive question, because I’m not actually your kindergarten teacher
[“My manager as well as the rest of my team have been very forthcoming about my recent absence,” Brook says, seeming to address the thousands of people watching the stream for the first time. “I know that the cancellation of my Sunny Days tour was a disappointment to many of you, and I’m very sorry for that. You know by now how important it is to me to be able to share my music with you all. But I do not regret it, because as much as I love the stage, my heart lives at home, and home is where I was needed.”
Luffy leans against him, his head barely making it to Brook’s shoulder. He lays his own fingers on the keys and starts up a stumbling rendition of Binks’ Brew. The musician’s more practiced hands guide him along patiently.
“While there was plenty of anger to be heard from a number of you,” Brook goes on, “mostly your voices poured out to my family in sympathy and support. Your kindness means more to me than I can explain, so I’ll simply say thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Thank you!” Luffy adds. “I always said Brook’s fans were the best.”
“That you did,” Brook confirms cheerfully.]
stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪
Not me literally tearing up in the break room rn
👻SOUL PARADE👻
Oh OK cool I’ll just sob horrifically into my pad thai then thanks so much Soul King
clankclunk
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL WHEN THEY EXIST
⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Water 7 🔛🔝
Ive only been a soul king stan for like 2 days but already i would give my life for this family
stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪
@ Water 7 🔛🔝 welcome to the crew 🏴☠️
[“So the reason for this livestream is not to apologize,” Brook says. “But rather something more personal. Today marks the very start of a brand new year, and also the birthday of one Ace D. Portgas—the first birthday we find ourselves celebrating without him.”
“Ace can’t be here anymore, but he loved a good party,” Luffy pipes up. He’s still smiling, but some of the energy is gone from him now. His hands are in his lap, no longer tripping merrily across the keys. “We’re gonna make sure he hears it from wherever he is. Marco and Thatch and everybody’s gonna be there.”
“That’s right! But the party is later. For now, I’d like to play him a song.”
“A birthday song?” Luffy asks.
“His favorite,” Brook confirms.
He begins to play without further ado, accompanying himself as he sings a slow, acoustic version of James Morrison’s “Precious Love.” Luffy watches him with wide, lamplike eyes, expressive face strangely unreadable. Brook’s voice swells and fills the room.
[CAPTIONS]
🎶 I was so lost, didn't know what to do with myself.
I was my own worst enemy, I was lost and oh, I needed help.
Then you came along, and saw what state I was in.
You picked me up when I was down,
showed me how to live again. 🎶
A young man with hair dyed vivid green comes into frame, but only to sit on Luffy’s free side with his back to the piano. His face can’t be seen, and he doesn’t offer any obvious condolence or comfort; but he sticks his elbow out, and Luffy immediately loops their arms together, and that seems to be more than enough.
There is movement from elsewhere in the room. The light shifts as the door opens again, and shadows move across the wall as the three by the piano are joined by an unknown number of other people. Luffy looks up and whoever he sees makes him smile. Brook continues singing, soulful and slow and golden.
[CAPTIONS]
🎶 I say thank you, for pulling me through,
I'm a lucky man.
I didn't know what life was,
but now I understand. 🎶]
Jen.
Okay i did some googling. I dont really follow artists personal lives beyond what they share on their own social media bcus its not really any of my business
Jen.
But goddamn this is sad
skuuuullj0ke
@ Jen. Bro I cried so hard when I found out about the accident i had to leave class
stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪
@ Jen. No joke. Some of my friends met ace backstage once during brook’s sabaody tour, the second night of the oakland show, but i never got the chance. Still, his entire familys grief was so raw and horrible, i know in my heart he must have been like a really really wonderful guy
gremlin energy✨✨
Ace is in a lot of the older videos on this channel, those are still up
gremlin energy✨✨
I’m not saying go be super weird about it but if you watch like 2 of them you’ll understand immediately
Water 7 🔛🔝
@ gremlin energy✨✨ Ace was brooks brother?
A handful of angry bees
@ Water 7 🔛🔝 Not biologically, but yeah.
gremlin energy✨✨
@ Water 7 🔛🔝 They all sort of adopted each other. Even Ace and Luffy aren’t biologically related but that’s so much a non-issue that i cant remember the last time it ever came up
⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩
@ Water 7 🔛🔝 they’re family
clankclunk
I didnt know this was ace’s favorite song. I didnt even know this song existed. Adding it to everything as we speak
👻SOUL PARADE👻
@ clankclunk This cover might be the most beautiful thing Ive ever heard
skuuuullj0ke
@ 👻SOUL PARADE👻 FR like i want to be respectful but i also want this version released on spotify asap 😭
Skeletons on parade
The way they talk about ace like hes just somewhere else is kind of beautiful
owl be back 🦉
@ Skeletons on parade they’re throwing him a birthday party 😭😭😭
clankclunk
@ owl be back 🦉 love isn’t past-tense
[When the last ringing note from the piano fades, Brook looks down at Luffy and says, “What did you think, boss?”
Luffy rubs his face with the heel of his hand, which is the only indication he’s been crying. Arms come around him from all sides, half a dozen faces spilling forward to hold him. The green-haired boy beside him gets squashed into the group hug before he sees it coming and no amount of flailing gets him out of it. Brook laughs above it all and flops over to splay his weight on the top of the pile playfully.
The piano keys give a jarring clang when someone’s elbow lands against them. A knee slipping from where it’s braced on the bench is all it takes for the entire group to go down in a tangle of limbs. A woman with long black hair is the only one aside from Brook who remains upright, effortlessly graceful. It’s her arm around Luffy’s shoulders that keeps him from falling, too.
“I loved it,” Luffy declares, in response to Brook’s unanswered question. “Ace would have loved it, too. Can you play it again?”
“Until my arms fall off,” Brook agrees at once, already fanning his hands out over the keys, as if there’s not a bunch of people bickering noisily and wrestling with each other on all sides of him, just out of view of the camera.
Luffy grins and says, “Louder this time!”
The music that starts up is boisterous and triumphant and raucous—less of a bittersweet remembrance, more of a call for everyone to join in at the top of their lungs. And that’s exactly what everyone does.
Clambering upright to hold onto each other, their voices ringing off the walls. The words of the song are clearly familiar to every one of them. The act of screaming out the chorus together is even more so. This was their brother’s favorite song, and they sing it like they mean it.
[CAPTIONS]
🎶This is precious love, it’s precious love.
No, I can't let it go.
This is precious love, and it’s teaching me,
everything I need to know. 🎶]
skuuuullj0ke
Raise your hand if your singing along 🙋
gremlin energy✨✨
@ skuuuullj0ke ✋✋
stream “1000 sunny days” album now 🔪
@ skuuuullj0ke My coworkers hate me but ✋
👻SOUL PARADE👻
@ skuuuullj0ke ✋😭
⋆｡°✩lullabyparry⋆｡°✩
@ skuuuullj0ke 👐👐👐
Skeletons on parade
@ skuuuullj0ke 🙋🙋
clankclunk
So now im supposed to go to dinner with my friends and act like im not a fundamentally different person after this????
Water 7 🔛🔝
@ clankclunk 🤝 I SEE YOU BESTIE I KNOW YOUR PAIN 🫂🫂
Jen.
They’re laughing and being silly on his birthday. Idk its just rly nice. Its like proof that the good things can outlast the bad
A handful of angry bees
RIP Ace, I hope you had even half an idea of how loved you are
clankclunk
@ A handful of angry bees He must have known
clankclunk
@ A handful of angry bees Look at how goofy his family is. Theres no way they loved him quietly
skuuuullj0ke
He knew 🧡
#one piece#opfic#soul king brook#monkey d luffy#my writing#op#smile again#this was my first attempt at a media fic so pls be gentle#@ everyone on ao3 who has read it already thank u so much for ur kindness#i was so nervous to post this ksgsgjhsg
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Turning the Page
Now and Then
- Chapter 9-
Choices, The Royal Romance, AU
Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.
Turning the Page Series Masterlist
Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks
All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series.
Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match.
Rating: M🔞Warnings - Series will contain crude language, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.
Words: 2498
Now and Then – 9
Chapter Summary: Riley and William arrive in Cordonia
Title & Music Inspiration:
Now and Then, The Beatles
When You Love Someone, Gretchen Peters, Bryan Adams
Wherever You Will Go, The Calling
A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.
A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#67, prompt #1 - “Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.”
A/N3: My submission for @choicesjanuary2024, prompt Day 25 - ‘Remembrance’ #choices monthly challenge @lilyoffandoms #choicesjanuary2024
A/N4: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard.
In Flight, Cordonian Royal Jet, above the Mediterranean Sea
Looking out over the vast expanse of water below her, and under the clear blue skies above the Mediterranean Sea, no clouds were in sight ... not a white cloud, nor a black cloud.
Riley gazed out the large passenger window of the private jet, in solace, with her memories. Everything felt calm; almost too calm. The flight from New York to Cordonia was eight hours in duration, and even though they left early in the morning, they would not arrive at the palace until late in the evening with the change in time zones.
Trying to and not getting any rest, her thoughts returned to the events over the holidays.
...Remembering when Liam arrived at her door, in New York on Christmas Eve, a short week ago. The expression of elation on his face as she opened the door for him...
[‘Hello, my love,’ he tenderly smiled; He was standing there with an exquisite bouquet of long-stemmed red roses, as uniformed delivery drivers from the toy store waited patiently at a distance behind him, as the Royal guard performed a security check.
Liam stepped over the threshold, leaning down to draw her in for a kiss on the cheek, as she accepted his gift. ‘Oh Li, these are gorgeous; thank you so much.’
At Bastien’s prompt, the delivery people entered the brownstone with prewrapped gifts and placed them under the Christmas tree, also filling the extra space in the living room very quickly.
Chuckling, Riley watched as Liam thanked them with a generous tip, as he closed the door after them.
“Our son will be so thrilled at what Santa brought him; wait till he wakes up tomorrow.”
Liam laughed, moving quickly to put his arm around her, pulling her to his side. “Who says all these gifts are just for him? Hmmm?” Riley turned her head towards him, as Liam bent to capture her lips in a passion-fueled kiss.
“Ah yes, your gift is right here.” Liam slipped his hand inside his coat to reveal a small box, wrapped in gold with a red ribbon. “This is for you.”}
Riley breathed out, shaking her head.
...Remembering wanting him so badly that evening ...as he kissed her forehead to say ‘good night’ before turning to the guest room; Leaving her feeling so confused, once again.
...Remembering how excited LiLi was when he saw his father again Christmas morning ... and the look of pure joy in Liam’s expression as he watched his son blissfully playing with his new toys.
...Remembering the look of adoration between Liam and his son; a private and sacred bond established between the two ... a bond only meant for them.
Riley looked down at her phone and smiled fondly at the picture of William. He was proudly standing beside his gingerbread house gift for Liam, alongside Daniel and Matteo, to smile at the camera. Riley marveled at how unequivocally her son loved his father, so quickly. As if two loose puzzle pieces finally clicked into place. There was never a doubt in her mind that William needed to be wherever his father was. The connection between father and son was undeniable.
...and with those thoughts, she agreed to return to Cordonia.
And now, she found herself on the Royal jet headed back, leaving behind her New York world for the place that shattered her ‘happily ever after,’ again.
Liam, being the new, ever-doting father was pointing out to his son the shores of Cordonia through the window. She saw the look of marvel in Liam’s eyes, as he watched his son’s reaction to seeing Cordonia for the very first time. They were sitting in seats across the aisle from her as she glanced over.
Catching Riley’s eye, Liam responded with a wink and a smile.
"Welcome home, love."
Riley smiled in return, as her heart skipped a beat.
Home...
It had been a while since she had felt this way about Cordonia. Another lifetime; so much has changed, and yet remained the same.
***
Damien Nazario, the Interpol agent who was now permanently assigned to be William Rys's personal bodyguard, was reviewing the Crown prince's dossier, and his duties to the Cordonian crown, his new employer. Bastien took a seat beside the young agent to answer any questions he may have, as head of the Royal guard, at the rear of the plane's cabin.
"So, Damien, any questions for me?"
"No, sir. I believe I have a handle on the situation.”
"Good, because you are now the official head of the security detail for Prince William, the future king of Cordonia."
"Understood, sir.” Damien was well aware of the complexity of a constitutional monarchy.
"Now, there's one more thing I need to discuss with you,” Bastien eyed the young agent.
"Yes, sir?"
"Madeleine Amaranth, the former queen of Cordonia. I have forwarded her updated dossier to you."
"Yes, I've read it through.” Damien paused, waiting for more information.
"Good, because she has expressed malicious intent towards Prince William and Lady Riley, should they return to Cordonia."
"Understood. I'll ensure her movements are tracked and reported inside and out of the country, sir."
"Thank you, Damien.”
"My pleasure, sir.”
Bastien, looking pleased, leaned back in his chair, checking the time on his watch, as he felt the plane begin its descent.
Cordonia, Capital
The jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac, as the engines powered down. The cabin door opened, and the stairs were lowered.
Riley could feel the warm breeze blow past her as she stepped off the plane.
Taking a deep breath, Riley looked around. The air was different here. It was fresh and clean. She closed her eyes and let the wind brush her cheeks.
Liam followed, with William sleeping in his arms.
"Is everything alright, love?" Liam’s brows were raised in concern, noticing her hesitation.
"Yes, I'm just taking it all in." Riley, looked down, unable to keep eye contact.
"Are you sure, Riley? You've been very quiet throughout the entire flight home."
"I'm fine, Liam. It is just a lot to process. I'm just a little overwhelmed."
"All right, I understand. Let us get to the palace, so you and William can get settled and rest ... okay?"
"Yes, thank you, Liam."
Liam glanced over at Riley with concern as he personally buckled his son into the car seat. It was quite easy for him to see and feel the apprehension in her mood. She could not hide her emotions from him as well as she always thought she could.
Riley had remained noticeably quiet during the ride to the palace as well, looking out at the passing countryside. Liam could not help but wonder if she was having second thoughts about returning to Cordonia, and/or to him.
As they pulled up to the palace gates, Liam looked over at Riley, noticing a small smile on her face.
"What is it, love?" Liam spoke softly, reaching for her hand.
Riley returned his touch with a squeeze. "This place...it's beautiful."
"Thank you, that, it is. Welcome home."
“William will be so excited when he wakes up.” Riley glanced at a still sleeping William as the SUV slowed to a stop.
"I can't begin to tell you how much it means to me.... to have you both here." Liam confessed.
"You're welcome, Liam. It's the least I can do."
Liam's heart sank at her words. He hated the distance between them. He wanted to take her in his arms and make everything right, but, for right now, he knew that was not the best strategy.
He had to accept that things had changed, and their relationship was different now. He had to be patient and give Riley the space she needed.
But he also had to make her see how important she was to him. He had to show her how much he had missed her ... that he wanted a future with her and William in Cordonia.
As the SUV door opened for her, Riley felt a sense of Deja vu. This was where she had started her journey with Liam in Cordonia all those years ago. And now, here she was, back again.
"Do you want me to take you and William to the guest wing, or do you want to stay in my chambers?"
"I would like to stay with you, if that's okay."
"Of course, Riley. I would love that."
It was surreal for Riley as she walked the pristine palace halls towards the Royal Chambers. Liam carried William, who was fast asleep in his arms beside her.
The memories of the past times she was here flooded her mind and her heart ached as she pushed the painful memories aside. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
As they reached the large double doors of the entrance to the Royal east wing, the guards opened the doors for Liam and Riley to enter.
Riley stepped inside; the same chambers where she had spent so much time before. The familiar scent of Liam's cologne filled the air, sending a wave of longing for a past time through her mind.
Walking into her room ... it was exactly as she remembered it. Everything was in its place, from the elegant chandelier hanging above the bed, to the intricate paintings adorning the walls.
Riley took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked around the room, taking in every detail.
She felt a pang of sadness as she remembered those past times.
After tucking William into his bed in the adjacent room, Liam came in and sat down next to her. He gently placed his hand on hers, and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting.
"What are you thinking about Riley?"
"I'm okay, Liam. I was just thinking about how much things have changed since I was here last."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close. "I know it's a lot, but I'm here for you, and I'll help you in any way I can," Liam whispered.
"Thank you, Liam."
He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands, staring into her eyes intently. "You're welcome, Riley. Always. Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.”
He moved in to press his lips to hers, and she melted into his kiss.
It was soft and gentle, and full of longing.
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "God, Riley, I've missed you."
"I've missed you, Li."
He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time.
His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him.
Their tongues tangled together in a dance that was familiar and yet new.
They were no longer the same people they were when they had last been together. They were both older and wiser, and the passion between them burned even brighter.
Riley pulled away and put her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath her palm.
"Liam, I..."
"Shhh."
He placed a finger over her lips. "Don't say anything, Riley. Just feel."
His lips found hers again, and the world disappeared. There was nothing but the two of them, lost in each other.
She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.
She moaned into his mouth as he slid his hands down her back and pulled her closer.
He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.
"Riley," he breathed. "God, I want you so much."
“Liam, I ...”
Liam pulled back and looked into her eyes, “stay with me tonight.”
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Compliments
Marcus Brooks x GN!Reader
Warnings: none
With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!
Prompt: bees
Word Count: 100
A/N: i need to write far more than just a drabble for my man Marcus, but until i have the time to dedicate to my longfic for him, this will have to do! just a silly little something for my fave baker
“I’m just saying,” Marcus spoke through his laughter, “it doesn’t make any sense.”
“Most sayings don’t!” You were unnecessarily riled up but laughing all the same. “But you should still take the compliment!”
“I don’t even know what the compliment is!”
"You do!" Even if you hadn’t been in a ridiculous argument with him, the smile on his face was enough to make you grin until your cheeks hurt. “Just say thank you.”
He threw his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. Thank you, I guess, for thinking I’m 'the bees knees'. Whatever that means.”
You nodded triumphantly. “You’re welcome.”
#the bear#the bear fx#the bear hulu#the bear fanfiction#marcus#marcus the bear#marcus brooks#marcus x reader#marcus x you#marcus brooks x reader#marcus brooks x you#x reader#x reader fic#my writing#fanfiction#drabblesmc
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