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🔥 Disaster Strikes: Dozens of Buildings Ravaged in BC Wildfires!

#KelownaInferno: A Comedy of Fiery Follies! So, there's this place called Kelowna in British Columbia, and let me tell you, it's been having a real "hot" party lately. Like, the kind of party where even the buildings are getting a taste of the action. 🏠🔥 But don't worry, folks, it's all in good fun, right? Imagine, at least 50 buildings turned into roasted marshmallows in the name of wildfires! Not your regular marshmallow-toasting bonanza, mind you, but a legit wildfire fiesta. 🍢🔥 Officials, the same folks who always seem to crash the party, declared that it's not over yet. They're like the party poopers who tell you the party's still going on even when the chips are burnt. This dude named Jason Brolund, the big cheese of firefighting in West Kelowna, says the worst-hit neighborhoods are yet to reveal their true crispy potential. Picture him saying this with a straight face, while behind him, buildings are playing their sizzling symphony. 🎶🏢🎵 And let's talk about the chaos of trying to assess the aftermath. It's like they're playing a game of "Let's Find the Address" but with melted street signs and destroyed house numbers. Can you imagine firefighters wandering around with Google Maps and Siri, going, "Nope, this is definitely not 123 Fire Lane"? 🗺️🔍 But wait, there's more! The party crashers list includes felled power lines and trees, just to make sure the firefighters have a proper obstacle course. It's like someone combined "American Ninja Warrior" with a barbeque festival. 🌳🔌🍖 So, this whole shindig started on Saturday, and the fire decided to take a chill pill for a change. I guess even wildfires need their beauty sleep, right? 🌬️🔥 And for a full 24 hours, the buildings have been saved from becoming extra-crispy nuggets. Can you hear the sigh of relief from the fire extinguishers? Phew! Chief Brolund, our superhero in this blazing adventure, calls it the "day-to-day grind of firefighting." Yep, because what's more routine than battling flames that want to turn your town into a roasted marshmallow festival? 🦸‍♂️🔥 In other news, British Columbia is like the host of the biggest bonfire bash ever. They've got 380 fires on their RSVP list, and around 30,000 people were politely asked to vacate the premises. That's right, folks, the ultimate game of "Fire or Flee" is in full swing. 🔥🏃‍♀️ And guess what? The firefighters are the real party animals here. Around 500 of them from different places are joining the fight, along with the province's own wildfire superheroes. It's like a "Firefighters United" meetup, except with way more flames. 👨‍🚒🔥👩‍🚒 But wait, the plot thickens! A fancy resort got toasted on the shores of Okanagan Lake. It's like Mother Nature decided to RSVP last minute and brought her own fiery marshmallows. Meanwhile, the city's airport has a "Sorry, we're closed" sign hanging during the day, just to give those water-bombing aircraft and firefighting helicopters some VIP airspace. And here's the kicker – the province's wildfire service claims that the sun's throwing shade thanks to all the smoke. I mean, who knew smoke signals worked on the sun? But hey, that's what you get when you invite hundreds of active fires to the party. The whole province is like, "Can someone turn off the smoke machine, please? It's getting hard to breathe." 🌞🚬 Oh, and there's this other fire, like the rebellious sibling, chilling about 100 miles north of Kelowna. It's like they heard about the marshmallow roast and decided to host their own mini-bonfire. Sibling rivalry at its finest, folks. 🔥👫 Now, let's talk about Prime Minister Justin Trudeau throwing shade at the big bad wolf – I mean, Facebook's parent company, Meta. He's all like, "Hey, Meta, stop blocking the news, or I'll give you a timeout!" Apparently, they blocked news for Canadians, and now folks affected by the fires can't find their daily dose of fire-fighting drama. But don't worry, Meta activated an "emergency service," so now you can get your fire updates while you scroll past cat videos. 🐱🔥📰 In conclusion, Kelowna's fire situation is like the wildest party you didn't RSVP for. Buildings are toasting, smoke signals are confusing the sun, and even Meta joined the fray. It's a circus, a carnival, and a marshmallow roast all rolled into one flaming extravaganza! 🎪🔥🍢## #KelownaInferno: A Comedy of Fiery Follies! So, there's this place called Kelowna in British Columbia, and let me tell you, it's been having a real "hot" party lately. Like, the kind of party where even the buildings are getting a taste of the action. 🏠🔥 But don't worry, folks, it's all in good fun, right? Imagine, at least 50 buildings turned into roasted marshmallows in the name of wildfires! Not your regular marshmallow-toasting bonanza, mind you, but a legit wildfire fiesta. 🍢🔥 Officials, the same folks who always seem to crash the party, declared that it's not over yet. They're like the party poopers who tell you the party's still going on even when the chips are burnt. This dude named Jason Brolund, the big cheese of firefighting in West Kelowna, says the worst-hit neighborhoods are yet to reveal their true crispy potential. Picture him saying this with a straight face, while behind him, buildings are playing their sizzling symphony. 🎶🏢🎵 And let's talk about the chaos of trying to assess the aftermath. It's like they're playing a game of "Let's Find the Address" but with melted street signs and destroyed house numbers. Can you imagine firefighters wandering around with Google Maps and Siri, going, "Nope, this is definitely not 123 Fire Lane"? 🗺️🔍 But wait, there's more! The party crashers list includes felled power lines and trees, just to make sure the firefighters have a proper obstacle course. It's like someone combined "American Ninja Warrior" with a barbeque festival. 🌳🔌🍖 So, this whole shindig started on Saturday, and the fire decided to take a chill pill for a change. I guess even wildfires need their beauty sleep, right? 🌬️🔥 And for a full 24 hours, the buildings have been saved from becoming extra-crispy nuggets. Can you hear the sigh of relief from the fire extinguishers? Phew! Chief Brolund, our superhero in this blazing adventure, calls it the "day-to-day grind of firefighting." Yep, because what's more routine than battling flames that want to turn your town into a roasted marshmallow festival? 🦸‍♂️🔥 In other news, British Columbia is like the host of the biggest bonfire bash ever. They've got 380 fires on their RSVP list, and around 30,000 people were politely asked to vacate the premises. That's right, folks, the ultimate game of "Fire or Flee" is in full swing. 🔥🏃‍♀️ And guess what? The firefighters are the real party animals here. Around 500 of them from different places are joining the fight, along with the province's own wildfire superheroes. It's like a "Firefighters United" meetup, except with way more flames. 👨‍🚒🔥👩‍🚒 But wait, the plot thickens! A fancy resort got toasted on the shores of Okanagan Lake. It's like Mother Nature decided to RSVP last minute and brought her own fiery marshmallows. Meanwhile, the city's airport has a "Sorry, we're closed" sign hanging during the day, just to give those water-bombing aircraft and firefighting helicopters some VIP airspace. And here's the kicker – the province's wildfire service claims that the sun's throwing shade thanks to all the smoke. I mean, who knew smoke signals worked on the sun? But hey, that's what you get when you invite hundreds of active fires to the party. The whole province is like, "Can someone turn off the smoke machine, please? It's getting hard to breathe." 🌞🚬 Oh, and there's this other fire, like the rebellious sibling, chilling about 100 miles north of Kelowna. It's like they heard about the marshmallow roast and decided to host their own mini-bonfire. Sibling rivalry at its finest, folks. 🔥👫 Now, let's talk about Prime Minister Justin Trudeau throwing shade at the big bad wolf – I mean, Facebook's parent company, Meta. He's all like, "Hey, Meta, stop blocking the news, or I'll give you a timeout!" Apparently, they blocked news for Canadians, and now folks affected by the fires can't find their daily dose of fire-fighting drama. But don't worry, Meta activated an "emergency service," so now you can get your fire updates while you scroll past cat videos. 🐱🔥📰 In conclusion, Kelowna's fire situation is like the wildest party you didn't RSVP for. Buildings are toasting, smoke signals are confusing the sun, and even Meta joined the fray. It's a circus, a carnival, and a marshmallow roast all rolled into one flaming extravaganza! 🎪🔥🍢 Read the full article

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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for tour content, maybe you could do an imagine that’s like a series of small moments like little interactions on stage or picking tour outfits or nights in the tour bus/airplane ! just little domestic things <3

i’m going to do this because i have so many weird ideas and just no way of putting them all together ! ;

Grilled Cheese Conversations

The tour bus smelt like it was on fire.

You had been sitting in the living room with Harry for a couple of hours, both of you just skimming through photos from the Met Gala together - judging obviously, before Harry announced he wanted to make himself some food and so left for the kitchen.

He’d been in there for 45 minutes now and the smells that were diffusing from their smelt bloody awful. Harry could cook really extravagant foods, like caviar and lobster, but when it came to something as simple as making a sandwich he was absolutely terrible for some reason. The point was proven when he walked back into the room with a burnt coal looking sandwich.

“What, is that?” You laughed, still sitting with your phone in your hand and waiting for him to come back so you could continue judging these Met outfits together.

“It’s a grilled cheese sandwich?” He spoke as if you were dumb and you should have known that instantly. He walked over to you, sitting down next to you and resting the plate on the table in front of him.

“No, that’s a piece of char.” You raised your eyebrows disapprovingly and watched as he scowled at you for being mean to his culinary skills.

“Well i’m sure it’ll taste great.” He looked smug, up until he took a bite from the cheesy melted - burnt - bread. As soon as the food touched his tongue he was quick to spit it back out again, you groaning in disgust. He pushed the plate away and looked at it in anger. “45 bloody minutes and it tastes of burnt wood.”

“I’m not even going to ask why you know that.” You raised your hands and laughed, watching as he turned to scowl at you again. He had quite the angry face when he wanted to. “Sorry, alright! Do you want me to go make you one?” You asked, sitting up to go and make him one if he wanted.

Harry pulled you into his lap so you were sat with your back to his front, his arms looping around your waist tightly to keep you with him. His chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your cheek because he could. “No. Stay w’me.” He got all cuddly and soft and you loved it when Harry was like this. He was like a life-size version of your stuffed teddy bear you used to sleep with at night - all cute and cuddly.

“Okay, okay.” You calmed him when he thought you were just going to get up and go. “Let’s judge some people again.” You pulled out your phone and opened it to a twitter account which had posted all of them.

“Where did we get up to?” Harry asked, fiddling with the skin on your stomach as his hands snaked beneath your hoodie.

“Um, Kim K.” You clicked on the image of her and tried to hold back the laugh. It was a dreadful outfit and highly meme worthy, so you’ve heard.

“Well…” Harry sighed, reaching his own hand to swipe seeing as he didn’t have anything more to say on this particular one.

“Billie looked beautiful.” You smiled as Billie’s huge dress came on display, looking a fluffy pink marshmallow dream. She looked very Monroe with her makeup and you were always so shocked when people told you her age, because she looked so mature.

“She must’ve taken inspiration from Marilyn Monroe.” Harry added, nodding in approval of Billie’s outfit.

“More so than bloody Addison Rae.” You laughed, thinking about how far that had been from the truth.

“Addison who?” Harry asked and it made you smile and turn your head around to look at him. He looked down at you, noticing the cheeky glint in your eyes and couldn’t help but steal a glance at your beautiful lips.

“This is why I love you.” You sighed happily and gave him a kiss on the lips, cupping his cheek to direct him better. You were only going for a peck, but Harry made it that you got the full taste of him and kissed you for a minute longer. He felt perfect against you and you really did just simply love him.

“Yeah,” Harry broke from the kiss for a brief moment to tell you something important, “and I love you.”

••••

All Things Sparkles

It was an hour before the Dallas show and Harry was getting ready for another big show.

Dallas were known for being crazy and you were so excited for the energy they’d bring for Harry tonight. Harry always enjoyed the shows more when the crowd was actually ecstatic to be there and he knew Dallas wouldn’t let him down.

He was putting on his silk trousers, Lambert just to the side as he was ironing the shirt to get rid of all its crinkles. Your Harry currently looked so funny in his Gucci silk trousers, his bright yellow socks with bananas all over them, his suspenders hanging down by his sides and no shirt on as of yet. It was the socks that really pieced everything together. He had just had his hair and makeup done, just needing to get dressed before he was completely ready.

He was really glowing tonight. It made you happy to see him like this.

You were watching him through the vanity mirror as you touched up your own makeup, adding highlighter to the areas you wanted to shine a little brighter. You also started adding some gems around your eyes, wanting to be a bit different tonight along with your glittery eye shadow that you didn’t normally do. You were glueing your gems when you felt your boyfriends presence behind you, the heat of his bare chest radiating against the skin of your back.

“You look stunning, m’love.” You looked up through the vanity to catch his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back.

“Thank you. Not too bad looking y’self.” You cheekily replied, motioning towards his bare chest. “Are y’going to be keeping that out all night?” You asked, being hopeful that he would, because fuck it was hot, but also wouldn’t, because you wanted this part of him all to yourself.

“You’d like that wouldn’t y’yeah.” He squinted his eyes at you and nodded, a clear sign that no his tits were not going to be out for Dallas. “Up.” He spoke, lifting you up from under your armpits and walking around the chair so that he could sit down himself. He plonked you right back on top of his lap and watched as you leant forwards to add another gem to the corner of your eye.

“Y’putting me off.” You whined, your ass leaning right back onto the hard of his cock. He couldn’t keep soft around you, that was his kryptonite.

“Oh i’m sorry. It’s not like m’girlfriend is just sitting there looking ridiculously beautiful and yet so innocent.” He leaned forwards to whisper the rest of his words, because they were only for you. “Just look so fuckable right now.”

You had to bite your tongue from turning around and shoving it down his throat, because god did his words make you want to jump his bones. “Shut up, before y’get us both in trouble.” You wiggled your ass back over his cock as you sat back to admire the work of the gems brightening up around your eyes.

“Then stop being a fuckin’ tease.” He grabbed your hips and stopped your from moving anymore. You just smiled and put the lid back on the glue before it went everywhere, especially over Harry’s expensive clothing - even the banana socks were £17.

You looked at him through the mirror to find him already looking at you. You blushed quietly as you watched him take in your beauty. It was quite hard to get over just how ethereal he looked tonight and it made you so feral knowing he was all yours and only yours. Looking down at the gems you got an idea.

“Do y’want me to put some gems on y’too?” You asked, pointing to the ones around your eyes and thinking that he’d looked even prettier with some around his.

“Only if i’m matching w’you yeah.” Harry nodded excitedly. You got up from the chair and swizzled yourself around until you were sat back on his lap, only this time straddling him. You were so close to him now that it was getting ridiculously harder to stop yourself from taking him here and now. You leant down, instead, and gave him a lasting kiss on the skin covering his heart. Your lips lingered there for a moment, before you moved back up to see him already staring down. He smiled when he saw the stain of your lipstick printed over where his heart beat. “I proper love you, Y/N.” He smiled and cupped your chin in his fingers to bring your lips to him.

“No!” Lambert shouted, making you two pause. “You two’ll never stop if you start, so don’t start until after the bloody show.” He rolled his eyes and continued with his ironing, making you and Harry chuckle feeling like high-school kids.

“Okay, now stay still.” You spoke as you glued the first gem and held it steady against the corner of his eye. He wanted to keep his eyes open to keep looking at you, because that’s all he ever wanted to do, but you instructed him to close them just to be on the safer side. It went on easy, sticking to the outer corner of his eye, in a soft white colour that matched his trousers. Yours were the same creamy white colour to match the colour of your dress.

“Do I look pretty yet?” Harry asked rhetorically, but you replied anyways.

“Y’look pretty always.” You kissed the top of his nose whilst you glued the other gem. He closed his eyes as you told him to, but he still smiled at your words. You concentrated as you stuck the gem to the corner of the other eye and sat back to make sure they were even. Harry opened his eyes to see you making sure they looked good. “S’perfect.”

“Like you then.” He hummed in appreciation of you.

“Let’s see then.” Lambert asked, making you both turn in the chair to face him and you readjusting yourself so you were sat back against his chest. “Oh yes! Okay this is photo worthy.” Lambert took out his phone and held it up to face you both, making sure you could see the gems.

“I don’t even have a shirt on!” Harry exclaimed, but held you close anyways as you smiled for the photos and his words making you belly laugh. You posed more seriously for a few and then took a few silly ones to. Your favourite one, though, was one where you were laughing so happily and Harry was looking at you and smiling in awe over you.

He set it as his lock screen. You set it as yours. It would stay that way until your new favourite photos became your wedding day photos.

••••

Sign Of The Times

Tonight was the first Love on Tour show you were attending, only having missed opening night in Las Vegas.

Harry knew that you were coming, but you’d told him to source you out within the crowds because you wanted a full fan experience. You’d gotten the all-clear from Harry’s security, allowing your from backstage and straight through into the cherry pit. You had your lanyard and your sign ready, as fans started to pile in. You were originally going to go straight to the barricade, but you thought the fans deserved that more than you so you hung back and stayed the ends of the crowds.

A few fans spotted you and came up to asking for photos, so you did. Posing with your mask on was weird because you still smiled underneath the mask even though it wouldn’t be seen in the photo. Some fans asked whether they could stay and dance with you ask night to which you were so happy for, because dancing alone would’ve been embarrassing even for you.

The intro for golden started and the crowds were deafening, but all you could think about was your boyfriend and his challenge to spot you within the crowds. Golden and Carolina came and went, you dancing like a crazed fan along with all your new friends. Everyone was so happy and some were even crying tears of joy.

There was just love, love, love, everywhere.

Harry came to his first pause and took a quick drink since he was already quite hot and the altitude in Denver was crazy.

“Good evening Denver!” He shouted into the mic, waiting for the screams of his fans to uproar and then settle before speaking on, “The altitude is crazy here. I’ve barely done anything and I can’t breathe!” He spoke, making you slightly anxious for him but you knew he would be okay because he had an oxygen tank on stage. “Now, m’girlfriend is somewhere here tonight and i’ve gotta find Y/N before I lose the challenge.”

The fans around you started screaming that you were here and the message kept on getting passed down the crowds until they reached the front. Harry was walking around your side of the stage until he met the fans at the front saying that you were behind them. Harry held his hand over his eyes to help him find you better and you held up your sign to help him. Your sign had taken you all of 5 minutes to doodle, but the message was clear;

“I want a kiss from the one in suspenders.”

“There y’are.” He laughed when he saw your sign, dropping his mic and leaning over himself to catch his breathe from the belly laugh that he just let out. You smiled when you saw him laugh, the fans around you screaming and thanking you for making him be this way. Harry stood up and looked at you, messing with his earpiece so he could hear the arena better.

“Kiss me!” You shouted and the people around you were also shouting for him to kiss you. Even with masks on Harry could clearly understand the message.

“I wanna kiss you but I can’t!” He spoke through his mic and his voice echoed throughout the arena, making everyone scream and you simply blush. You knew he couldn’t come and just give you a kiss, it would be too dangerous, but he sent you loads of blown kisses instead and you kept them all. You sent your own back and he stuffed them all in his back pocket, before moving on to his next song before he got told off.

“Damn, he really loved you.” One of your new fans friends says next to you and all you could think was; yeah, yeah he does.

••••

My Only Angel*

For four hours he had been gone.

Four hours since he was in this hotel room with you. Four hours since you had first started acting like a brat. Four hours since he’d gotten fed up of our attitude and tied you up and left a vibrator pulsing against your clit. Four hours since your first orgasm, four minutes since your last.

The whole time Harry had been on stage, all he could think about was you being bound tight in his hotel room and dripping wet from the number of orgasms you would’ve had. He knew you’d never be able to hold yourself for four hours, so he didn’t say you couldn’t cum only he forgot to mention that the number of times that you did cum would be the number of times he denied you later on in the evening. Harry had gotten especially hard performing Only Angel, because that was your song that he’d written for you and then fucked you countless times to. Fans noticed, but put it down to the adrenaline of being onstage rather than the thought of his girlfriend being tied up and overstimulated back in his hotel room.

You just came down from the high of another orgasm when Harry walked through the door. You sighed when you saw him, thinking this would finally be it and he’d let you go free now you’ve suffered your punishment. That was wishful thinking, however.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Harry pretended, wanting to tease you as much as possible, as he walked past you and hung his jacket on the back of a chair.

“H-harry.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes when you moved and felt the vibrator hit and new and exciting angle. You moaned quietly and had to suppress the embarrassing cries you wanted to let out.

“Yes?” Harry moved so he was standing at the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt one-by-one. He looked so hot with his sleeves rolled and the suspenders already dropped down to his sides.

“I-I please s-st- enough.” You whimpered, pulling on the restraints to try and stop it yourself but you’d already tried that one too many times and nothing has come of it.

Your wrists were slightly red and bruised from all the tugging you’d been doing and Harry noticed that as he peeled away his shirt from his body. He threw the silk shirt somewhere else in the room and walked over to the right side of the bed, sitting down to get a closer look at your wrists. He leant down to give it a gentle rub and a kiss. You sighed in delight at the feeling of his cool lips burn against your flaming skin. Harry sat up and tilted your face to the side so you could face him, slight tears in your eyes. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in the shear beauty of you and your glorious body, before making sure you were alright.

“What’s your colour, baby?” He asked you gently, stroking your cheek and then running his thumb along your bottom lip with a soft pull.

“G-green.” You nodded and he smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your desperate lips. You basked in the taste of him, closing your eyes like you needed to save this moment to memory forever. You loved him like this, when he was dominant with you. He let you be submissive like you wanted to be.

“That’s my good girl.” He leaned back from you and moved onto the bed more, straddling your bare body. The silk of his pants felt erotic against your hot skin and you moaned at the dreamy sensation. He ran his large, ringed, hands up and down your body, feeling every curve and crevice. He massaged your boobs lightly in his hands, up and down your stomach and to your inner thighs behind him. You hummed at the feeling, gasping when Harry finally turned off the vibrator and moved it away from you. You felt lighter from freedom all of a sudden.

“T-hank you.” You breathed out, opening your eyes to meet his electric green ones. Wow, he looked beautiful - still slightly sweaty and hot from his concert.

“Don’t thank me yet, angel.” He grinned as he took down his trousers and pants, pushing them to the floor with his foot.

He didn’t even wait for you to register what was going on before he slipped himself inside of you. You loved the feeling so greatly, but your clit was still so sensitive. You shuddered as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you harder and harder, faster and faster. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, made you arch your back and your toes curl and then feeling if him so deep inside of you was enough to make you cum already, again.

“Feel s-so good.” You looked at him and saw the desire within his eyes. He was so full of lust right now, because the sight of you tied up with him pounding into you is better than simply imagining it. Nothing could feel more euphoric than this, both of you were sure of that.

“Yeah? Feel me all around you? So perfect f’me. M’beautiful angel.” Harry moaned out, cupping one of his hands around your throat and pushing you deeper into the mattress, whilst his other hand went to cup your breasts and give them the devotion they deserved.

Everything felt everywhere.

His rocks became sloppier as he reached his high, yours approaching much sooner than you thought it would. You were surprised you actually had anything left in you. His cock hit a spot inside of you that made you scream out and he felt you collapse around him all at once, causing his own release to quickly follow. He continued to fuck you through your release and bent himself over to press his lips to yours. He felt and tasted amazing, you couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.

“Love you so much.” You spoke the best you could and Harry released his hand from your throat, leaning down to kiss it softly. He reached over to your hands to untie them afterwards, giving them both a few kisses over your wrists when he saw the harsh marks. Your arms were so tired that they just fell to your sides, but Harry kept on touching you softly; stroking your messy hair away from your face and caressing your cheek softly as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw. He kept his face close to you as he whispered the words that would stay imprinted on your heart forever.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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Stars and Marshmallows?

"Is this enough?" Beast Boy asked, his fingers playing with a marshmallow.

Raven looked up from the small fire crackling in its stone bowl, not sure what he was asking.

They sat across from each other on beach chairs on the roof of Titans Tower. It was a crisp but clear night and the heavens were on full display. Each one of them had a blanket to keep out the chill, between the chairs Beast boy had set up a small fire pit. It was nothing huge or impressive, but it held just enough flame to give them some light, warmth, and toast the marshmallows. Next to it was a small table with the chocolate and the gram crackers, and the mugs of hot cocoa.

"I mean, is this enough for a date?" he asked nervously. "We’re just on the roof. "

"Gar you did go to all this trouble." She said as she turned her stick trying not the let the marshmallow at the end catch fire. A sharp contrast to Beast Boy who kept turning his into a fireball before blowing it out. He had burnt his tongue at least twice already.

Gar. He loved that. A few years ago she would call him by his real name to get a rise out of him. It was something she picked up during a joint mission with his old team the Doom patrol. For months she would call him Garfield, which sent a chill down his nerves.

The worst part was that when she did he would do almost anything she asked. It was like a conditioned response, all she needed for him to drop everything and bring her a cup of tea, or get something for her was use his real name. She really did get a lot of mileage out of that.

Also tradition or not, who would name their kid Garfield? It was clunky, formal and a better fit for a comic cat and an unremarkable President than the person he wanted to be. When she called him Gar though, it melted him like the chocolate they were sharing. I was short, intimate and fit into his ear so much better. He liked being Gar, he wanted to be Gar for her. Gar would be able to sweep her off her feet, be the charming romantic hero to her story. "Gar" would have come up with something better than the roof and marshmallows.

"Rae it's jus smores." he muttered. "I mean when I asked you out, I was thinking we would go you know…out." his eyes fell to his marshmallow just as it ignited. Frantically he started blowing it out. With a tense laugh he said. " I wanted to take you somewhere nice. Impress you a little. I am sorry it turned out like this."

They had been dancing around this for weeks, ever since she kissed him that first time, that first time she risked showing true and unrestrained affection. That led to other small experiments in spending time with each other. A walk, trying each other’s favorite DVDs, finding out Raven was a natural at Mario kart.

It would be Beast boy's luck that he finally was able to summon the courage to ask Raven out on a real date just before the whole city went on lockdown. Apparently, there was some sort of virus that got everyone scared. In response, everything was shut down. Overnight restaurants, parks, movie theaters were all closed with no idea when they would re-open. They couldn't even get delivery pizza. All of Beast boy's ideas and plans fell apart.

This little rooftop graham cracker picnic was just a mad improvisation. An idea mostly born of panic and what he had on hand.

"Gar there is no need to apologize, this was not your fault. I think this is very sweet. I am not an authority on dating, " she said, taking a square of chocolate from the tray on the table. "but I think it’s more about the company than the activity. "

"So this is a date?"

"No," she said quietly, standing up from her chair, abandoning her blanket. Beast Boy's head fell in shame until she walked over to him. She pulled his blanket open and slid onto his lap closing the blanket around them both. She snuggled in and she passed him her stick, reminding him that she liked her marshmallows slightly less well done than he did. Beast Boy was happy to take on the cooking duties for them both.

"Now it's a date". she whispered into his ear before resting her head on his chest.

They whispered to each other, Raven pointing out constellations in the clear night sky and telling the myths she knew about them. While Raven talked about ancient Greek and Babylonian heroes and how they became points in the sky, Beast Boy attended to building and serving the smores.

They talked until the graham crackers were gone, they talked till the fire went out.

It was almost 2 am when he walked her to her room. They stood there both not knowing what to do next. They had said good night to each other twice each but were unsure if they wanted to go. Beast Boy pressed his luck and quickly pecked Raven on the cheek. He went to make a hasty retreat before she grabbed him by the shirt.

She took his head in both her hands and pressed her lips to his gently. She pulled away and said quietly. "If you kiss me, I insist you do it properly." She released him and pushed him away playfully. "Now, it's enough" she said “Goodnight Gar” before disappearing into her room.

Took a little longer to get back to this then I thought. https://archiveofourown.org/works/34243012 if you would rather read on A03.

#bbrae #bbrae fanfiction #Serrj215 Original

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nctsworld · 4 years

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just let me adore you

✩ jaehyun x reader (ft. mark) | fluff | campfire au | 2.3k → summary: in which the sparks between you and jaehyun burn brighter than the fire in front of you. → warnings: fluff, flirting, swearing, kissing, wingman!mark whoo let’s get it → rating: teen+

→ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Laughter atop of wooden logs and wisps of smoke from the recently made fire fly towards the darkening sky on the beach. On the topic of fires, you and your friends are now reminiscing about when Haechan almost set his house on fire on more than one occasion.

Your face is stuffed in Mark’s shoulder, unable to control your fit of laughter. As you pull away to breathe, you see a familiar group of men walking closer. Your eyes widen in reaction to one in particular.

“You didn’t tell me Jaehyun was coming,” you spew behind the gritted teeth of your smile, leaning into Mark while having your gaze still locked on the group approaching.

“Whoops?” Mark shrugs nonchalantly. You punch the imp smile off of your best friend’s face. He mumbles an ow and rubs the tender spot.

“Could’ve at least given me a heads up, you little shit.”

“Maybe tonight you two will finally—hey, guys!”

His words are cut off as the group finally arrives at their destination, greeting everyone perched on the logs.

You may as well have flung yourself into the flames when Jaehyun flashes you a smile and maybe it’s all in your head, but you swear his eyes are fixated on only you.

Jaehyun and you were in an... odd spot.

You may have gone to the same university, but the campus was huge, and you only ever really saw each other during large mutual gatherings, like tonight, so it was hard to get to know each other when you were often encircled with your particular clique.

You two were mutuals on Facebook, but there wasn’t any concrete reason for you two to message each other out of the blue. However, you’d be lying if you said you never opened up the chat, stared at the blank conversation, and spent more time than you’d admit in thinking of a message to muster up.

Yet, during only the handful of times you’ve been around Jaehyun, you liked being around him. He was sweet, like how he gave you pointers during the get-together at the bowling alley, and Mark has only said good things about him, giving him the seal of a best friend's approval.

Sure, it was a little awkward at times. Small talk was the norm, but neither of you could deny that there was something itching under the surface between you two. Maybe some nurture and care was all that was needed to break the chemistry free.

Or maybe all that was needed was tonight.

Because the logs near you are already occupied, Jaehyun and the latecomers sit across from you. Jaehyun’s in your direct line of sight with only the fire coming between the two of you.

The night falls as the blaze burns stronger and higher, becoming the only illuminating presence on the beach. Although conversations are all about, everyone’s attention is on it. Flames dance, entangling with each other in freedom. Orange and yellow hues reflect off of every face surrounding the warmth. It’s uncommon to see unconstrained flares like this often, so the rarity adds to the addictive pull of them.

Everyone’s attention is on the fire, save for two people.

You prefer listening to others speak and don’t really say much unless elicited, so you spend a lot of your time appreciating the beauty of the things surrounding you—at the rolling ocean waves, up at the stars, or across the wavy haze at the figure before you.

And when you aren’t looking at Jaehyun, you’re unaware of how he’s appreciating the beauty in front of him too.

Back and forth, neither of you expect to lock eyes, but when it inevitably does, neither of you break away. On the contrary, Jaehyun offers a side smile, which showcases his dimple, and a modest wave.

Returning his gesture with a giggle and a weak wave back, you then pretend to listen to neighbouring dialogue for a moment.

Five seconds later, you can’t help it and steal a glimpse of him once more.

You’re surprised to find him beaming back.

Even though Mark’s preoccupied with telling the recent story of him winning another watermelon eating contest, he sees you smiling in his peripheral vision. His mouth still runs off, but he turns his head and sees that Jaehyun's the reason behind your smile. Although the eye flirting makes him mentally gag, he fully supports your pursuit if it makes you happy.

Catching on, your best friend stands up to “stretch his legs” and moves closer to the ones he’s talking to, continuing the anecdote while standing. Not even a minute passes, and it doesn’t take much for Jaehyun to make a break for the empty spot next to you.

Jaehyun doesn’t sit as close to you like Mark did, respecting your space, but is close enough to have you nervously plucking the fabric of your jeans.

It starts off with the normal small talk, asking how classes have been and what you’ve been up to lately. Immediately after, silence takes over.

Now that he’s in close proximity, looking at him feels like a sin. Nevertheless, you still commit the crime, stealing little glances at him throughout the bustling chatter and crisp crackling.

Feeling overwhelmed by the silence, you grasp onto more small talk, which unfortunately soon reduces to you just rambling. Throughout it all, Jaehyun doesn’t say anything. All he does is nod and listens intently, leaning closer to you with his forearms on his thighs to capture everything that you’re saying.

When you take a breather, he finally speaks up.

“Although I love to hear you talk,” his voice is low and gentle, sending a small shiver down your spine. “And by all means, you can keep talking, but don’t feel pressured to fill the silence.”

He pauses for a beat, and you peer over to view him lowering his head.

He’s rubbing one thumb over his other, and the friction only makes his palms sweat more. Tingles reach Jaehyun’s ears, and he ponders if you notice it under the dim glow.

“You don’t have to say anything at all; I always like just being around you, even if we aren’t talking.”

The cool air blows, calming you along with his words. A shy grin spreads across your face. Feeling more at ease, you shift towards him, closing the empty space between you on the log and letting your leg lean onto his. Jaehyun’s focus trails from your leg to your face, and he dives deeper into your perfection with another of his famous, sweet dimpled smiles.

Despite Jaehyun’s reassurance, you two slowly start to converse with less tension. Through the night, you get to know each other bit by bit, unravelling each other’s life stories, yet simultaneously writing a new chapter, intertwining the lines of your lives together.

Additionally, you begin to melt for Jaehyun’s jokes. This is a first, to hear him joking around like this, but you soon find yourself laughing into his shoulder like you did with Mark not long ago.

And Jaehyun adores how you click with his humour, but he adores your laugh even more.

Someone remembers that they brought snacks in their bag, and fast enough, marshmallows are being passed around. Jaehyun, along with a few others, hunt along the beach and come back with stray sticks for the sweet treats.

As you two roast marshmallows, you’re sitting in comfortable silence, exchanging glances every so often. Suddenly, he lays a hand on yours, pulling it back along with the stick.

“Careful,” he warns softly into your ear. “You don’t want a burnt marshmallow.”

Your breathing hitches, thinking about the only other time Jaehyun touched you.

It was during Johnny’s birthday dinner at a buffet restaurant. You were in the midst of devouring your food when your hair got in the way (out of all the days you forgot a hair tie, it had to be today). Failed attempts transpired at moving it; you blew, you shook your head, you rubbed the loose strands against your upper arm sleeve...

“May I?”

His delicate inquiry made you freeze. Jaehyun already finished his food and offered his clean hands to fix your dilemma. You were so dedicated to finishing your meal that you forgot that he was right next to you, probably thinking you were a hot mess.

Regardless, you nodded. You gulped as he daintily tucked the strands of your hair behind your ears. His touch was so brief, so simple. He barely ghosted over your skin, and the moment fleeted as fast as the way your hair ran through his fingertips.

So if his touch was so simple, why was your heart bursting at the seams?

Your heart thumps against your chest just the same now as it did then. Maybe even more, since you turn to face him and he’s so close, you feel his warm breath against your face. Your gaze slowly wanders to his lips. Subconsciously, he licks them, and you catch him staring at yours too. Your mind’s drawing blanks, while your body takes control. Both of you draw your bodies nearer and nearer until someone hollers—

“Dude, your marshmallow’s burnt!”

Both of you stop in your tracks and whip your heads towards the fire, realizing it’s Jaehyun’s marshmallow that the person is referring to. Hastily, he pulls it away, blows the flames off, and stares at the charred piece with a pout.

“Well, I guess you like burnt marshmallows though, huh?”

Jaehyun turns to you again, watching you chew your marshmallow with a smug expression. Shaking his head, he runs his tongue along his bottom teeth.

“Hey, for the record, I saved your marshmallow from being burnt.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure,” you hum, still chewing, then getting up. “I’ll go get us some more marshmallows. Maybe extra for you, in case you burn more.”

He clutches his chest in jest at your quip and watches the way you saunter over to the bag, his eyes full of hearts, yet regret courses his veins over how the moment was ruined.

It’s past 1 AM, and the combination of the summer air and ocean waves pack a bite that urges you to go home. You’re both standing near the fire, waving at others who are leaving, when you begin to say you your good-bye.

“I should also get going.” Your hands are in your pockets, feet kicking at the sand.

“Is Mark your ride home?” You nod in reply and open your mouth, ready to tell him how nice the night went with him.

“Can I…” he abruptly cuts in before inhaling sharply. “I was wondering if you’d let me drive you home?”

Your jaw drops at the suggestion, causing his expression to change instantly. “Unless you’d prefer Mark to, I totally understand.”

Obviously, you accept without hesitance, and run off to Mark to inform him of the change of plans. After hugging him and saying your good-byes, Mark whispers, “Don’t stay out too late.” Then, he gives you a wink before you run to your driver for the night, walking side by side with him back to his car.

Because it’s late and you’re both a little tired, the ride home is quiet, albeit for Jaehyun’s music playing in the background and when you begin to speak up to give directions on how to get to your place. Rolling up in front of your home, he turns the ignition off, but leaves the music still on.

“I had a great time with you tonight,” he says with a hand still on the steering wheel.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you nod, “Me too.”

Anticipation lingers in the air for a while prior to Jaehyun cutting it with a question you’ve been dying to hear.

“Are you free next weekend?”

You press your lips together, trying to hide a smile back.

“Only if you are.”

He laughs with a shake of his head, amused at your playfulness. He can definitely get used to this.

“I’ll message you when I get home and we can work out the details soon.”

“Sounds good,” you sway a bit in your seat whilst holding in your excitement. “Well, good night, Jaehyun.”

Your fingers are on the door handle, but you aren’t quite curling them around it.

“Good night,” he says your name in a hush and you look back at him. The two of you match eye contact and get lost in the gleam of each other’s starry eyes.

You’re unsure who made the first move, but it doesn’t matter because his kiss scorches you, melting you into putty. As you think you’re about to fall apart between blissful sighs, Jaehyun catches you with each caress, holding you together by your cheeks and the nape of your neck.

Breaking away for air, you lay your forehead against his, panting, “Wow.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles softly. “I’ve been waiting to do that since I burned my marshmallow.”

No coherent thoughts are running through your mind, except your yearning for the man in front of you. All you want is him and his touch on your skin again, so you agree with his sentiment by diving in again without warning.

It takes much strength for you to finally depart from each other’s embrace for the night, but when you do, Jaehyun plants a kiss on the back of your hand and wishes you sweet dreams.

Exhausted and in disbelief over tonight’s events, you quickly change out of your clothes and tuck yourself into bed. Unfortunately, sleep is near impossible because your mind replays everything over and over.

Suddenly, your phone lights up, notifying you of a new message.

Little did you know you’d stay up messaging the man on the other end until the sun rose.

Next weekend really couldn’t come fast enough.

#jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct 127 fanfic #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct scenarios #jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun x reader #nctcreations #myfanfics #mywritings

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vldkeith · 3 years

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keithtober💢🎃🔪 day 28: fire🔥

a/n: sorry this is so short and not rlly much im v tired today gfdskhgfs orz

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

The flames lick against the logs, crumbling them into ash. Keith crouches down on the grass, clutching a stick with a single marshmallow at the end, trying to get it to catch fire. He likes it when there’s a little crisp on it—a layer of ashy blackness coating the otherwise fluffy, sweet marshmallow. It’s delicious.

“You’re burning it?” Lance asks, staring at Keith’s marshmallow in disbelief. His own hovers just above the flames, out of reach. “Right in front of me?”

In answer, Keith shoves his marshmallow further into the fire, charring it even more. Lance looks at him, back at the marshmallow, and then back at him again. Eventually, he just sighs with a shake of the head.

“Crazy person,” he says, not without a touch of fondness. Keith’s mouth twists into a small smile.

“I like to use the fire as much as I can.” Finally, his marshmallow fully catches fire; Keith jerks the stick back quickly, the cold night air snuffing out the tiny flame within seconds as Keith twirls it around.

A perfectly toasted—charred, burnt, as some would say, but it’s just toasted—marshmallow greets him when he’s finished. Keith plucks it from his stick, careful to brush as little ash off as possible, and turns toward the box of graham crackers laying beside him.

“Fire man,” Lance jokes, standing from his place across from Keith and sidling over to him, plopping down. “You sure you don’t wanna burn the graham crackers too? The chocolate? You sure you don’t want me to just pick up some of the stray ash around the fire and feed it to you?”

Keith shoves at Lance playfully, and Lance laughs, the sound liquid gold to Keith’s ears. Suddenly overcome, Keith curls an arm around Lance, tugs him closer, buries his face in his neck and squeezes tightly. Lance wheezes out an embarrassed chuckle, awkwardly patting Keith’s shoulder. He’s still not used to when Keith gets like this—sudden bursts of affection, like flames just given new wood, flaring up and then mellowing out, just like that. It’s a very Keith-way of communicating, Keith’s been told.

“Emo boy,” Lance says fondly as Keith lets him go, a wide smile on his face. “Cheesy. Emo.”

“You like me, though,” Keith points out, brushing his fingers against Lance’s once more and then continuing himself with his s’more creation. He grabs a chocolate bar, breaks a piece of it off and shoves it into his sandwich. The gooey marshmallow starts melting it instantly.

“For some reason,” Lance sighs, beginning his own s’more, “I do. I must have bad taste.”

“Well, that makes two of us.”

Lance flicks him. Keith giggles, utterly on Cloud 9. As he takes a bite of his s’more, marshmallow ash crunching deliciously in his mouth, the fire crackling in front of him, his boyfriend at his side…he thinks he could get used to a life like this.

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☕️ko-fi - so i can have smores ingredients around

#keith kogane #keithtober2021 #klance #voltron #vld keith #renfic

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handwrittenhello · 3 years

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Taste So Sweet

happy birthday @anais-ninja-bitch! here's some geraskefer nonsense with terrible campfire cookery, as requested!

rated G, no warnings, 900 words

“Well, Yennefer? Want s’more?” Jaskier asked, waggling his eyebrows in what he thought was a seductive manner. It made him look constipated more than anything else. Yennefer rolled her eyes.

“If you make that joke one more time, you’ll find tomorrow that your balls will have mysteriously vanished,” she replied, discreetly thumbing marshmallow from the corner of her mouth. The movement was interrupted by Geralt leaning in to kiss her, licking wetly at the marshmallow as he did. It tickled, and she bit his bottom lip in retaliation, tasting the sweetness of chocolate on his tongue.

He withdrew with a slight smile, and handed her another marshmallow, already speared on a stick—the stabbing of the marshmallow was something he excelled at, always his favorite part of roasting them. “Here. Before Jaskier burns them all,” he said, which gained him exactly the offended reaction he was hoping for.

“I could roast them if I so chose,” Jaskier sniped. “They taste better burnt, is all. A little bit of bitter among the sweetness, the perfect complement to the muted notes of graham cracker and the richness of the chocolate—” he waxed, cutting off when Geralt pelted another marshmallow at him.

Yennefer, meanwhile, was on the hunt for the hottest part of the coals—the secret to getting marshmallows a beautiful golden-brown, she knew, lay not in the flames, but in the red-hot embers. She hovered her marshmallow over them until it started to smoke, then quickly withdrew it, rotated it, and began again, searching for the perfect sear.

“It’s not rocket science, Yen,” Geralt said dryly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear that had fallen and was obscuring her vision.

“What would you know about it? You eat them raw,” Yennefer responded disgustedly.

“Like a heathen,” Jaskier agreed, completely missing the irony as someone who liked his burnt. He brought his flaming marshmallow up to his face and blew it out, popping it in his mouth seconds later, wincing at the heat, though he never learned from it. He got up from his seat around the campfire, intent on pilfering the last few from the bag that Geralt carefully guarded.

Just as Yennefer pulled her perfectly-roasted marshmallow from the fire, Jaskier’s boot caught on a rock jutting up from the ground. She saw it as if in slow motion: his arms pinwheeled, and for a moment she thought that he might regain his balance. But he didn’t, falling forwards into the firepit.

Geralt jumped up with supernatural speed, launching himself across the fire circle, one hand extended to push Jaskier back, the other aiming Aard towards the fire. The shockwave blew out the fire just as Geralt caught him, pulling him snug against his chest. Ashes sprayed everywhere, dousing them all in a fine grey powder.

“Alright?” Geralt asked, at the same time as Yennefer hissed, “Idiot.” She hated when he made her worry about him.

“Whoo,” Jaskier laughed shakily. “That was close. Thanks for the rescue,” he said, patting Geralt on the chest a few times, and then turning it into squeezing his pec. Something about Geralt’s chest never failed to mesmerize Jaskier—Geralt often had fun with it, turning Jaskier into a gibbering mess whenever he stepped shirtless out of the shower.

Geralt allowed it for a moment, and then, seeing as Jaskier was fine—only a little startled by the near-accident—dumped him on the ground. Jaskier flopped into the dirt, lying there limply like a sad puppet. Out of pity, Yennefer went to throw another marshmallow at him—only to see that the bag of marshmallows had ended up in the fire during the commotion, and was now a slightly-smoking mess of melted plastic and marshmallow among the ashes.

“The marshmallows,” Jaskier said mournfully. “Rest in peace. Your sacrifice won’t be forgotten.” His gaze then zeroed in on the last marshmallow standing—Yennefer’s, which had somehow miraculously survived unscathed so far. “Yen,” he began.

“No.”

“Yeeennnn,” Jaskier whined.

“No.”

“But—”

Yennefer quickly took a bite out of it to quell his pleading, but it didn’t have the taste of victory she’d been expecting. It tasted slightly of ash, soured by Jaskier’s wide-as-a-puppy-dog’s eyes. With a sigh, she handed him the other half. He broke out into an ecstatic smile, popped it into his mouth, and then levered himself up to plant a sticky kiss on her lips.

They lost themselves in it, all the while accompanied by the sounds of Geralt cleaning up their wreck of a campsite in the background.

“We ought to help,” Jaskier finally said, breaking the kiss.

“We could,” Yennefer agreed. “Or we could do this,” she offered, and snagged Geralt by the wrist as he passed. She pulled him down on her lap—he always sat so carefully, as if he was afraid to break her with his weight—and yanked him by the hair until she could capture his mouth in a kiss.

“Ohohoho, very nice,” Jaskier complimented.

“Yen,” Geralt complained, shifting in her lap. “What about the—”

“It can wait,” she interrupted. He gave up and sank into the kiss, trading places with Jaskier when he got impatient, and the sun slowly set.

It was getting colder without a fire, and the air smelt of burnt marshmallows and plastic, but the three of them had never tasted so sweet.

(link to ao3 in the notes!)

#geraskefer #the witcher #geraskier #geralt #jaskier #yennefer #fluff #anais-ninja-bitch

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bungou-stray-dingus · 4 years

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Scoot Closer To Me, Doll

Flufftober Day 13

Pairing : Sigma x Reader

A/N : I really just want Sigma to experience all the fun things throughout the seasons. He’s a baby and he deserves it. He’s 100% baby.

🎃 He always stayed late at the casino, always wanting to please his customers. “We’ll stay open a little longer, see if you can win this round.” He would say, it was just how he was. It was what had drawn you to him, his kindness, his compassion, his charisma, but also the way that he still seemed to be in charge.

🎃 It wasn’t until you really got to know him that you realized how much of an act he put on for his customers. He felt lost, like he had no purpose in life, he didn’t even know what his reason for living was. You wanted to be there for him, you wanted to help him find his reason, and that’s how it had all started.

🎃 Tonight was a special night for he and you. He had never experienced the joys of fall and all the fun activities that came along with the season. You had it all planned out, you had everything you needed, and he had planned on coming home early from the casino in order to enjoy the night with you.

🎃 “Good evening, doll.” He said when he came in the door, his white and lilac hair slightly disheveled from the fall breeze that had picked up as it got later in the evening. You had a blankets waiting by the back door, on top was graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, and a large bar of chocolate. “What’s all that for?” He asked, eyeing the stack. You smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. “Get dressed in something comfortable and warm and then meet me out back, okay?”

🎃 You kissed his cheek before he walked into the bedroom and then quickly grabbed the tiny pile of items by the back door and ran outside. You threw the wood into the pit and lit the matches throwing them in on top. Sparks flew up in the air as the wood caught fire, crackling at the fire spread through to every stick and log.

🎃 He walked out the back door, a pair of plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt with a hoodie on top. He definitely looked comfortable, and when he saw you curled up under the blanket he smiled to himself. “What’s this for?” He asked, sitting next to you on the small wicker love seat.

🎃 “It’s a bonfire. We’re going to make s’mores.” You said, unboxing the graham crackers and pulling out large sticks to put the marshmallows on. His eyes seemed to light up, watching you impale the marshmallow with the stick. “What do we do with these?” He held it up, about to bring it to his mouth when you stopped him, giggling and shaking your head.

🎃 “You roast them so that the chocolate melts onto the graham cracker.” You held your stick into the fire and he watched quizzically as the marshmallow turned from white, to golden, to black. “Y/N, it’s burnt... yours is burnt... OH! And it’s on fire!” He got slightly panicked and you quickly calmed him, blowing the out the burning edges of the marshmallow. “I like mine better when it’s burnt, the marshmallow melts in my mouth. You don’t have to cook yours that long though.”

🎃 After eating half a packet of graham crackers and almost an entire bag of marshmallows, you both sat back on the love seat, staring up at the night sky, watching the small sparks from the fire pit float up in the air. “This is nice, I enjoy doing this... with you.” Sigma murmured, letting his head fall to the side so he could look over at you. “We can do it again another night if you’d like.” He nodded to your offer, a smile forming on his face as his eyes moved back up to the sky.

🎃 The night dragged on, small conversation soon turned to comforting silence as the chill in the air seemed to get colder. A shiver ran through you, a shiver that he could feel in the love seat. He looked over at you, holding his arm out. “Come, scoot closer to me, doll. I’ll keep you warm.”

🎃 You curled up into his side, wrapping the blanket around both of your bodies. His fingers trailed up and down your spine soothingly as both your eyes stayed glued to the fire, watching it slowly burn out. As the fire dimmed your eyelids became heavy, the s’mores, the nighttime air, and the warmth and comfort that Sigma emanated was relaxing enough to put you to sleep.

🎃 He carefully lead you into the house, your body seemed to move along with him, your head against his shoulder and his arm around your waist as he moved you into the bedroom, tucking you into your bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, watching as you curled up into a ball and dozed into a deeper slumber. He leaned in and kissed your temple before turning off all the lights, walking to the doorway, stopping for only a second to turn back and look at you.

🎃 “Thank you for tonight... thank you... for being my reason. Goodnight, doll. Sleep well.”

#bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd scenarios #flufftober #bsd sigma #sigma bsd #bsd sigma Flufftober #sigma Flufftober #bsd sigma x reader #sigma bsd x reader #bsd sigma Headcanons #bsd sigma scenarios #bsd sigma imagines

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random-imagines-blog · 4 years

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Scars {Maria Hill x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3266 Summary: You’re afraid of your own fire powers; Maria, however, is not, even when you do accidentally burn a house down. Notes: Swearing; Minor Death

You were careful to never leave your hands, or your arms, exposed to others. The SHIELD uniform did a good job of that, covering your body like another skin, and then the gloves which slipped over your fingers smoothly. They had heat sensors wired inside of the fabric that helped to tell your body temperature, particularly if you were heating up. It warned you by shining lights inside, changing the color of the glove as a warning that you were getting too heated. Dangerous things could happen when that was the case. It was a handy little suit that they gave you, full of such technological innovations. If only other aspects of your life were as helpful; like if only you had powers that were more useful than accidentally starting forest fires, or burning marshmallows when attempting to make smores.

At least the carrier that you worked on, alongside many other agents, wasn’t made of wood and timber, but rather many different types of metal which didn’t easily melt. You weren’t considered a total liability. SHIELD, Nick Fury in particular, believed that your brain was better than your powers, and wanted you to work by his side, as his third in command, just in case something was to happen to Maria Hill.

Ahh, Maria. She was one of the reasons why you wished life could be just a little bit simpler. If all you had to worry about was SHIELD’s disapproval of employees dating one another. Where the worst thing that could happen was getting fired if you were caught sneaking around during off-shift hours. You were in love with the woman, and had been since you met her. God, she was absolutely beautiful, even though she held the same stern facial expression ninety percent of the time. But occasionally, if you caught her in a good moment, she would smile or she would laugh and it was like a field of butterflies on an already beautiful day.

“There you are!” A loud voice said, coming to you from across the hallway. You looked up to see Nick Fury walking towards you, and you instantly straightened up your posture, going from daydreaming to work mode. “I wanted you in the control room five minutes ago!”

“Yes sir. Sorry sir,” You said, chasticizing yourself. There were many rules on board the aircaft, but there was one that was especially important. Always, always, always be on time when Nick Fury wanted you somewhere. You strode beside him, small steps, hands by your side. Your eyes always seemed to wander to them, making sure that they were the color that they were supposed to be. “Is there anything in particular you needed me for, Sir?”

“There’s a mission that I need you and Maria to do for me.”

The terrain under the vehicle was far from easy to drive on, and the jeep kept bumping you around. You had to hold on tight to the exterior in order to keep yourself from getting hurt. How Maria was handling it, while driving, was beyond you. A large bump nearly set you falling from the seat, seatbelt be damned. “Now this is what I call off-roading,” You muttered to yourself, but Maria’s keen ears caught you.

“You don’t know the half of it,” She said, eyes forward. “Hold on-” She put her arm out, catching you in the chest as you went over what must have been an ancient log or something, since it broke under the wheels and sent the jeep careening forward. You fell back with a deep breath against the seat.

“Thanks,” You said, taking note of the faint yellow glow coming from your gloves. It was far from orange, so you felt that you were safe from exploding, but you weren’t sure how much more stress that you could take. Being around so many flammable trees didn’t help your nerves in the slightest. “Do you know how much further until we hit a road again?”

“Another minute, I can see it from here,” Maria said. Her tone gave you a hint, and you held onto the door for dear life as the vehicle roared towards the asphalt, did a quick u-turn with the tires squealing and protesting all the way, then rushed forward. Once you were on smooth ground, you were able to relax once more, and put your hands onto your lap.

“You should be a stunt driver in movies if SHIELD doesn’t work out for you,” You said, looking out the window at the jungle that you had come out of. That made Maria laugh, just a single time, then go back to concentrating on the road. Her hair had come out of the bun that she had put it in before driving, and was hanging in her face, framing it wonderfully. She pushed it out of her face, sweat helping to make it stick back.

Yeah, you were smitten.

Since you were on a steady road now, heading towards the destination, you brought out your tablet and went through the mission details again. You were to bring in someone who had done a number of things to violate SHIELD’s protocol. A disgruntled former employee, who had been caught pulling pranks, which was a serious waste of resources. The guy had apparently been spilling secrets, out of date secrets but confidential none-the-less, to criminals who were willing to pay for that sort of information. Blueprints of old carriers, inventories, any weak spots that SHIELD might have.

The guy was clearly an idiot. He was hiding out in Peru, thinking that would keep him safe. As if the renowned SHIELD wouldn’t be able to track him down easier than finding a fly in a web. At least he was in the lowlands, rather than up high. Making the climb up to Macchu Pichu was on your bucketlist, but not like this.

“Obviously, the more alive the guy is the better,” You said, reading about how he was wanted dead or alive. You didn’t like to hurt people unless it was necessary. “Though how he’s still alive is beyond me. Keeping companies with war criminals is a dangerous business.”

“They’re just using him until he has nothing more to give. Then they’ll kill him. Hardly seems worth saving.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance, Maria,” You said, avoiding looking at her. Instead, you kept your eyes on the tablet, opening up the map to see how far it was to your destination. She would know what you meant. She knew why you kept yourself emotionally unavailable despite the strong feelings between the two of you. She knew why you wore the gloves at all times. Because as long as you were safe, you were worth the second chance that SHIELD had given you.

“Not everyone,” She stated. She pressed her foot down on the gas pedal and the Jeep roared in response, speeding you to your destination. You bit down on your lip, seeing the yellow in your gloves glow all the brighter.

With searing red hands, the gloves having burnt off by now, you pushed Maria out of the path of the falling ceiling. You were beyond the thought of hurting her, just making sure that she didn’t get killed was enough for you right now. It was getting harder to breathe, even to you, so it must have been nearly impossible for her.

A lot of people talk about the way that fire feels, how the warmth surrounds and it suffocates. They never talk about the way that it smells. It wasn’t pleasant, like a campfire, though a lot of wood was burning around them right now. The Cabana paradise that the traitor had fled to had a lot of wooden insides, but brick walls with insulation inside, for hurricanes were popular in this region. The smell of burnt plastic, of hair burning on exposed skin, it was heavy, and overbearing.

Maria coughed as she got back up from where you had pushed her, but didn’t hesitate for a moment to ask what you were doing. She knew you. She knew that you loved her, and that you would do nothing to harm her on purpose. As the ceiling fell down behind her, you managed to burn it into ash, causing it to look like a black snow that landed on your shoulders. Your hands were pure white, like the hottest flames, for that was what was coming out of them. You could destroy the whole building if you had wanted to, but that was not your intention coming into this house.

When you arrived a half hour earlier, you played dumb. Just two girls who were out and about on a beach vacation. The guy, seeing right through it, invited you in nonetheless. He couldn’t help but take his chances to brag about getting away with everything, about how he knew that you were coming for him, about how he was going to make you regret coming here.

You exchanged looks with Maria. Men and their bragging monologues. You were anticipating this, counting on it in fact. You played scared as he tied you down to a chair, though you could easily burn through the ropes. Maria did the same, but stated that she was going to report him to Nick Fury, and oh boy, would he be in trouble then. The perp laughed right in her face. “Oh, you won’t be talking to Fury ever again,” He gloated.

The plan was to wait until he made a further move. Let him implicate himself even further. The speaker inside of your hoodie was recording everything. It would be played at his trial and he’d get sentenced to life in a dirty prison.

But then something happened that got rid of the plan entirely. A knock on the door. Neither you, nor Maria, were expecting any sort of backup since this was meant to be an easy but important job. You looked at one another again, not with annoyance, but with confusion.

“I’ll be right back, don’t you move,” The perp said, then laughed as if he thought that it was funny. He turned his back on you, which was never a good idea. And considering that you were off of the beaten path, it was a bad idea for him to get the door since it seemed unlikely to be a pizza deliveryman.

You thought of something infuriating. You thought about how you were never going to be able to touch, or to kiss Maria, in the way that you wanted, all because of these stupid powers. And that caused enough heat for you to be able to burn through the ropes, and get to your feet in the stealthiest way that SHIELD had taught you. You hid behind the wall, peering out towards the front door where the perp stood, unlocking it, then opening it.

He was greeted with a bullet to the head.

It was an unexpected sound, and made you jump, which of course, triggered your powers. You began to feel your hand growing warm, and your glove was nearly burned off by the time the body hit the floor. You held your hand out to shoot fire at the gunman, but hit the wooden door instead, which started to burn. “Shit!” You swore, looking back to see Maria escape from her own constraints and get to her feet, pulling her gun out. “Come on, let’s find a back way out, we might be able to catch him still.”

Maria nodded, then turned to go through the kitchen to see if there was a back way. She then returned then shook her head. You really fucked this one up, since the flames were spreading towards the cheap curtains. Everything would be going up in smoke within a few minutes. Given the wooden and polyester furniture, you would guess you had maybe ten minutes.

You went over to the body, ignoring the heat of the door. You could handle it without getting burned. It was all a part of your ‘gift’, or mutation as you called it. The shot was perfect, right through the forehead. The victim didn’t even have the chance to be surprised. He died with a smile on his face. You took a picture with your phone, which sent it right to SHIELD, then called in a potential SOS. It meant that someone would be keeping an eye on your situation, and send in help if necessary. It was starting to seem necessary.

Maria was kicking at one of the windows in the living room, but it was screwed shut, and the glass wasn’t cracking. “So they spend the money on bulletproof glass, but nothing else?” She complained, pushing her hair out of her face once more. If it wasn’t such a dangerous situation, it would be hot. But pay attention to the task. The door was a pillar of fire, going up to the ceiling. It was starting to spread up there, with it warping. Smoke was coming out in plumes. If you didn’t do something soon, you were going to die in here. You sent out the SOS.

Maria came to your side, and crouched down where the air wasn’t as smoke filled, and you joined her. It was then that you looked up and heard the cracking of the ceiling. That was when you used your bare hands to push Maria out of the way. She sprawled on the ground, looked at you in surprise, then got up, slowly.

“Thanks,” She said, then started to cough as the smoke affected her. “We’re going to have to try to go through the doorway, there’s no other way.”

You nodded, knowing that she was right, as scary as it was. And you knew that there was only going to be one way that you were both going to get out of here alive. So you started to do it without thinking or worrying about how Maria was going to react.

Bare hands were the only option that you had. You grabbed onto her wrist, pulled her against your chest, and made yourself as big as you possibly could be by spreading out your arms. By doing this, and pushing her forward with your body, you went through the flaming doorway and out into the fresh air, taking all of the damage from the fire around you. It burnt through your clothes, and affected your skin, though you couldn’t feel it much. You still had the potential of infections though, and it was a huge risk.

You rolled onto the ground after getting out, doing the old ‘stop, drop, and roll’ technique that you learned in elementary school. Maria was beside you, slapping out some of the leftover flames. Now that - that, you could feel.

Something flew over head, spilling gallons of water over the fire that you had started. The fire that put you and more importantly, Maria in danger. You sat up after being sure that you were no longer on fire, with tears in your eyes. You fucked this up completely. The killer was who-knows-where and you had no clues. You hadn’t even been able to see a face. If you had aimed properly, if you had gone for your gun instead of a fireball, you might have caught him. You pulled your knees up against your chest and rested your head on them in a fetal position, trying not to fully cry out of frustration.

“It’s okay,” Maria said in a voice that she very rarely used. One of comfort. One of compassion. You looked at her out of the corner of your eye and saw that she was holding a hand over her arm. Right where you had pushed her to get her out of the way of the falling ceiling.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked, feeling the guilt shower over you once more. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you marked her like this.

“It’s nothing. I’m more worried about you,” She said, circling around you to take in the extent of the damage. “It’s not so bad. You won’t need skin grafts.”

“Thank Thor for that, I don’t want to go through that again,” You mumbled. “I showed you mine, now show me yours.”

Maria stared at you, hard enough for you to feel like she was cutting through you like a damn boulder. She clearly didn’t want to move her hand away, but she did slowly. You could see the imprint of your hand seared against her skin. “Oh shit. Oh fuck, Maria, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t apologize,” She said, sharply. “You saved my life in there. This is just a scar that proves your love to me.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You knew that she knew about your feelings, and that you would do anything to save her, hence why Fury often put you on missions together. “It sounds abusive when you put it that way.”

“It’s not.” Maria said. The heavy noise of a rotating propeller took over the calm landscape, as a helicopter hovered nearby, touching down to send out the medics and other officers. You didn’t have a chance to talk to Maria alone, since you were both rushed in and had to sit down to let the doctors take a look at your burns. You couldn’t stop watching her as she revealed the burn not only on her upper arm where you had pushed her, but on her wrist where you had grabbed her. Two perfect hand-shaped burns, on her forever.

She didn’t avoid looking at you. As soon as you were both cleared for flight to be taken back to SHIELD headquarters for further assessment, she sat beside you, strapped in tight to the seat. “Do not feel guilty,” She ordered.

“That’s not something you can just command someone to do,” You retorted back, hiding your hands in the pocket of your sweater. Somehow, it had retained enough fabric to stay on, though most of the back was destroyed. It was a shame, this was a nice sweater, bought for you by the much-loved Coulson.

“Well, I’m commanding it anyway. As your superior officer, I am ordering you to not feel guilty, because by doing this small amount of damage, you saved me. There was no other way. I will be putting that in my report.”

Professional as always. You rolled your eyes, then leaned back against the seat. You were heavily bandaged by the medics so as not to bother the burns until they could be looked at in a more sterile environment. “Now do you understand why we can’t be together?” You asked, just loud enough for Maria to hear.

“No,” She said, staring straight ahead. “I can handle a few burns, y/l/n. Can you?”

It was enough to make you think on the ride back to base. You couldn’t handle the thought of hurting her, you were barely coping with the reality of it all. But Maria remained as cool and as calm as ever.

You were having second thoughts about denying her now; perhaps her strength was beginning to rub off on you.

#Maria Hill #Maria Hill x reader #Maria Hill oneshot #Marvel #Marvel Oneshot #SHIELD #SHIELD oneshot #request #oneshot #one shot #x reader #mariah

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ksyescribe · 4 years

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Mellow

Prompt: Person A and Person B roast a marshmallow over a campfire. || “Why shouldn't they help themselves, after the way they'd been treated?”

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Reader

Content: Fluff, Just two pals having fun

A/N: Trying to get the brain juices flowing during all this time in quarantine so I decided to use a prompt generator. And well now here we are. I’m having fun with these prompt generators so we’ll see what happens :D

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“Marshmallows?” Todoroki tilted his head, eyebrows raised as he glanced at you curiously. Triumphantly, you hoist a bag of marshmallows up for him to see, a bright smile splayed across your face.

“Yes! But not only that,” you pause as you bend down to rummage through your bag. It’s filled with all the essentials needed for your camping trip plus some extras for funsies. After a few moments of rummaging, your eyes light up as you find what you’ve been looking for. Swiftly, you pulled out two items from the bag, presenting them to Todoroki with a wide smile on your face. “I also brought graham crackers and chocolate!”

Todoroki’s eyebrows pulled inward, an inquisitive look present on his face. Why would you bring so many snacks for the two of you to share? Surely you’re aware that this was too much for the both of you. Especially seeing as how Todoroki wasn’t much of a fan of sweets. “Isn’t that a bit much for the two of us to share? I’d think the marshmallows would be enough for the two of us to share.”

His genuine concern causes you to burst into loud hearty laughter. He watched curiously as you threw your head back, gripping the bags tightly so they wouldn’t fall. He’s thoroughly confused; he hadn’t said anything particularly funny had he? No, he’d just made a factually correct statement. Nevertheless, a small amused smile made its way onto his lips. He had always found your laughter endearing. Your laughter died down after a moment, but the look of amusement was still present in your face as you spoke, “We’re not gonna eat them separately, Todo. We’re making smores!”

“Smores?” The word, although familiar, feels foreign as he spoke. To his recollection, he’d never heard of such a thing before. And looking at the three ingredients you held, he couldn’t fathom how they could ever go together. He doesn’t have to wait long for an explanation because you’re taking a seat next to him and speaking once again.

“Yeah! Smores!” The enthusiasm in your voice is near infectious as you continue to speak. “I haven’t made them before but, I’ve read a bunch of books where they talked about them. And well, I saw some videos, and they seem pretty easy to make!” You fuss about with the bag of marshmallows, attempting to open the bag as neatly as possible. Ultimately, the bag rips easily, which sends a few marshmallows flying. You blink slowly, a look of befuddlement spreading across your face. At this display, Todoroki lets out an airy chuckle, causing you to let out some small chuckles as well.

“I, uh,” you start off hesitantly, a small smile playing on your lips, “ also remembered how you said you didn’t get to do a lot of this stuff when you were a kid.” You pause for a moment before clarifying, “The fun stuff that is.” You speak softly, slow and cautious as if trying not to cause him discomfort. It feels intimate when you speak like this. As if your words are only for him to hear. “And well, since I didn’t have the best childhood either, I thought it’d be cool to do this together.” You end with a hopeful lilt to your voice, fiddling with the open bag as you avoid his gaze.

He can feel a warmth blooming within his body as he observes you. Another unknown emotion stirs awake, deep within his chest. His breathing feels a little constricted now. No one’s ever thought about doing something like this for him. Usually, when he spoke about his past, where he mentioned the strained relationship he has with his father, he would just garner quite a bit of pity. No one had ever thought of helping him experience what he’d lost out on when he was younger.

No one but you, of course. The only other person who had the slightest understanding of how he felt would be the one to think up this idea. Sure, the days of your childhoods were long gone. The trauma that came with it was in the process of healing, nearing its completion. So why shouldn’t you help yourselves? After the way, you’d been treated? You wouldn’t be enjoying it any less if anything you’d be enjoying it more. It’d be an intimate celebration of how far you’d both made it since then.

“Alright,” he’s giving you a shy smile now, “show me how it’s done then.” At the sound of his words, he sees you come back to life. The bashfulness you held before completely melting off your body as you begin to get things prepared ready for your little activity. The air feels different now. He’s not sure if he’s imagining it, but it feels more lively, full of love. It’s comfortable and cozy as if there were a protective bubble protecting the two of you next to this fire from the rest of the world.

Together, you skewer your marshmallows and place them over the fire. The crackling from the fire fills the space between you, comfortable silence envelopes the area. Flames dance within their contained area, casting moving shadows through the area. Todoroki breathes deeply, attempting to memorize the smoky smell of the fire that mixed with the sweet smell of sugar caramelizing.

“Thank you for doing this with me.” Softly, the words slip out of his mouth easily. They always seem to do that when he speaks with you. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the side of your mouth lift up, creating a lopsided grin.

“Really. No one’s ever done something like this for me before.” He lets the words float there for a moment, hoping you can understand the underlying message he’s trying to convey before he speaks again.

“Perhaps, we could recreate more missing childhood memories together?”

For a moment, he’s worried he’s overstepped. You inhale sharply, stilling for a second as he waits for you to respond. Slowly, you turn to him; your face lit up. If he thought he’d seen you at your absolute happiest, he’d been wrong before. This was your absolute happiest. A smile, brighter and wider than any he’s seen you make, is adorning your face. The curves of your cheeks are amplified as well as the crinkling around your eyes. He’s positive you’ve never smiled at anyone else like this before. His body feels warmer now, not because of the fire.

“Of course! That sounds like it’d be super fun!” You tilt your head to the side, eyes closed, smile just as wide. He’s already making it his mission to try and get this reaction out of you again.

“Oh! It’s time to pull them out!” Gleefully you pull the roasted cloud of sugar towards you. Inspecting the rich brown textured surface. “Okay, so here’s a trick I saw some people do.” You snap off a piece of the chocolate bar and slide it into the marshmallow through one of the cracked edges.

“Just like this, so that the chocolate can melt!” You guide Todoroki through the process of building the smore. It’s not a complex concept, but he likes listening to your voice, and so he lets himself be guided. Once assembled, you look at him joyfully, practically radiating with excitement.

“Okay, ready?”

He gives you a small nod.

“Three, Two, One!”

There’s a burst of distinct sugary flavors as he takes his first bite. All three of the pieces that made up the snack complement each other in a beautiful medley of flavors. It’s good. He probably would have loved this as a child. He watches you with interest, as you hum in satisfaction. Thoroughly enjoying the sugary delight. You open your eyes, the light of the fire highlighting the joy within them.

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”

Words fail him now. He nods his head, unable to speak. He takes another bite.

It’s sweet. But spending time with you is sweeter.

Bonus:

“Hey, do you think I can roast a marshmallow in my hand?”

The question throws you so off guard that you find yourself laughing at what Todoroki proposed. He’s eerily quiet, so you turn to look at him as giggles continue to escape you. He’s holding a plush marshmallow in his left hand, blinking owlishly at the treat.

The sight sends you into another stream of laughter. “You’re, you’re not serious ri-” You manage to squeeze part of your sentence between breaths before stopping for two reasons.

Todoroki’s left hand just burst into flames.

Reason #1 has sent you into another fit of laughter.

After a few seconds, the flames cease. Curiously you lean closer to inspect the object in his hand, barely suppressing your laughter once more.

He blinks slowly as he stares at his hand.

“Oh my, oh my god.” You wheeze out, holding onto your sides. “You burnt it!”

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ghoul-lover9000 · 4 years

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The Lost Boys w/ a soft, kind s/o

Right off the bat, I love this idea because look at them. The ratchet little shits would melt over you.

You’re a common face on the boardwalk and you know of the guys and their hardcore ways. They’ve always interested you and, one day, you have the courage to talk to one of them. They’re all roaming around the Carousel, one of your favorite attractions at the boardwalk, and you mention to the shorter one with curly hair that you like his jacket and that’s where it started.

You become one of the people that Marko talks to on the boardwalk and by proxy Paul. They do not tone down the crackhead energy they exude just for you and surprisingly you’re pretty laid back and nice to them despite it. After awhile, they feel a protectiveness over you, their only pure true human friend. They sincerely smile when they see you.

This casual chatting occasionally when you run into them morphs into something more when David asks about you. Paul and Marko are hesitant to talk about you at first because they like you and don’t want to scare you away, you’re really nice to them and they don’t want to ruin that by introducing you to two of the more intense and intimidating of the bunch. However, they give in and explain you and your kind and innocent demeanor. Let’s just say David is intrigued. Who could ever render his fellow princes of the shadows or what the fuck ever so interested in your well being? Answer is you, you cute ass bitch.

So, you meet David and Dwayne. Marko and Paul find you and take you back to the cave in that vague “Come with us. We need you.” kind of way. As soon as you get into the cave, David emerges from the shadows like the fucking drama vamp he is launching into his whole “This hotel used to be an old attraction. Now it’s ours.” speech. Y/N: Wow, you had that prepared and everything. Cool. Nice hair.

David expects you to be scared or confused because, as far as you know, you’ve been now whisked away into a motherfucking cave by four leathery punks who look like they can and will kill you. But you’re just interested in their cave and ask a question every five seconds. “So you guys live here?” “Where’s the bathroom?” “You know what would be great? A mini fridge.” “Oooh, I like the fire, very cozy.” Dwayne’s just following your journey through the cave that could only be described as a pinball in a pinball machine. You just seem so content and happy to be there. Marko and Paul are trying to clean up and hide any vampire things from you. David is just standing there wondering if you have no self-preservation skills or you’re just stupid. David: She’ll fit right in. Let’s just say from then on you’re invited to the cave all of the time and you grow very close with the scary-looking gentlemen.

You bring marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers for s’mores to make at their cave because 100% of the time they have an open flame burning. This (like a lot of the cute shit you pull) solidifies the boys’ love for you. Paul only makes s’mores with a burnt-to-hell marshmallow and sandwiches it with two halves of a chocolate bar. Marko is the one that can always make a perfectly browned marshmallow and everyone always asks him to make theirs for them. David wants everyone else to make his s’mores for him and eats all of the chocolate even when you try to guard it. He’s a slick one. Dwayne just wants to make a good s’more, but he keeps burning it, so you make him a perfect one and he’s really grateful.

You never really think about why you never see them during the daylight hours until you ask them to watch the sunrise with you. David: Sorry, kitten, can’t. Dwayne: No. Paul: Oh, sweet thing, I can’t, I want to, but can’t. Marko: Yes, babe, I mean no, babe. I want to, babe.

Your soft pastel style clashes with their hardcore punk style and they love it. It boarders on a kink for them. Like cute soft you with your light colored clothes and one of their jackets draped over you. They love it. It’s a requirement for you to wear something of theirs at all times.

You like to bring sweet things like brownies and strawberries to their cave and they seem to be pretty chill about it, but they love all of the small sweet things you do for them that shows that you think about them.

You bring blankets and pillows into the cave because, for a place that’s full of open fire, it’s chilly. You walk around the cave with the blankets draped over you like a cape and you sit in David’s “throne” and act like you’re in charge (”Marko, food, now. Dwayne, kiss me.”) until David picks you up, sits down, and puts you on his lap. David: Oh, you’ve gone all quiet, your highness.

The time comes when they want to tell you about their “condition”. They all want to be gentle with you. David is in front of you, explaining everything. Marko and Paul are on either side of you and holding both of your hands, adding things that lighten the mood and make you more comfortable. Dwayne is behind David with his hand on your shoulder and staring at you, looking for any hint of fear on your face. You’re shocked, but never scared. You love them and trust them. What is there to be scared about? You still love them and think highly of them, vampires or not. You make sure to hug and kiss all of them before you go home.

They also show you their vamp faces before changing you. They’re really dramatic about it like “trust us, we’re so ugly and unlovable”, but you were expecting worse. “You guys have minimal batty features and inch-and-a-half fangs, if anything you guys are cute.”

David doesn’t want to push you too much to change, but he wants to you become a vampire. All of them want you to be a vampire, but him especially. He whispers to you in your head. Calls your name, gives you some reasons why you should, beckons you to join them forever.

You ask a lot of questions before hand. “Can I still eat garlic bread? Does it hurt? Will you guys stand to be with me forever? Will I have to brutally murder everyone? Do I have to also turn into a little punk rat too?” Dwayne is the only one who will really tell you what is completely true and what is not because the others like to mess around with you a lot.

After weighting everything, you say yes. They’re all around you when you finally drink. They cheer you on and ask you how you feel. They try to aid you with your transformation.

Instead of killing, you just break into the local Santa Carla blood bank and you take a few at a time. You like to suck the blood out with a crazy straw. The boys are a little disappointed because they couldn’t even crack your cute lovable self by making you a vicious undead beast.

I loved this idea if you couldn’t tell. Should I do a part 2?

#marko #paul #dwayne #david #imagines #the lost boys #headcanon #x reader #poly!the lost boys #80s horror #80s movies

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spriteandnicotine · 4 years

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Paper Lanterns

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Sugawara x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.4K+

A/N: Doing this for Haikyuuwritersnet June event! It’s my first one for them so I hope you enjoy it <3 I also like to think that Suga volunteers at a cat shelter in his free time. I also would like to thank @megalodon-writes and @strawbirb for helping me bounce ideas off of them, and @gayforgreen-martians for being my Beta reader <3

Prompt: A and B’s plans to go to the festival didn’t quite pan out. Seeing how upset A is, B sets up their own home-made viewing in the backyard

As you are unlocking your car, your pone begins to buzz in your back pocket. You take it out and when you see who it is, butterflies begin to flutter inside your stomach. You swipe your thumb across the screen and place the phone to your ear.

“Y/N? I don’t think I can come to the festival. I was on my way home and spotted a kitten who appeared to be abandoned. She’s pretty young, so I picked up milk formula and a bottle. I need to feed her every 3-4 hours so I’ll need to stay home.” As Suga says this, you feel your heart sink.

Crestfallen, you respond, “Oh. U-um, I guess I’ll just stay ho-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he interrupts, “No, please, come over. I bought supplies for us to make our own paper lanterns while I was out.”

“Okay! I’ll see you then!” You hang up and clutch the phone to your chest, take a deep breath, and pull the door open.

You climb in, hook the phone into the aux, start the car, and turn on your favorite song on repeat.

As you pull into Suga’s driveway, you turn the volume down so you won’t be too embarrassed. You grab your phone and exit the car, holding your keys over your shoulder to lock the vehicle behind you.

Before you knock, Suga appears in the doorway, holding a tiny black kitten with white tufts of fur sprinkled throughout her body. Your heart starts pumping rapidly.

Suga holds the glass door open with one arm while securely holding the little cat in his other.

You slide off your flip-flops and pick them up in your right hand, then enter the Sugawara residence. Suga closes the door behind you and leads you straight through to the back yard.

There is a small sunflower garden on the right side of the yard. In the center, there are two chairs next to a fire. Next to the chairs is a circular glass table with s’mores and paper lantern supplies. Further back are several cherry blossom trees, filled sporadically with green leaves.

“Where are your parents?” you ask while slipping your shoes back on.

He smiles and puts some sandals on while he replies, “They wanted to go to the festival. It ends in about two hours.”

The realization that you will be alone with him while watching the sunset hits and your pulse kicks into high gear, blood rushing to your face.

Suga leads you to the chairs and sits down in the one on the left. You join him by sitting in the other. The sweet rich scent of cedar burning hits your nostrils as the warmth from the fire heats the tips of your fingers and toes.

You look up to the sky and take in the beautiful view. There are birds flying along the orange purple and pink backdrop. Fluffy clouds are scattered above the sun. You can feel Suga’s eyes on you, so you turn to face him.

Once your eyes meet his, the kitten lets out a tiny mew. You immediately glance toward her and hold your hands out to take her.

He transfers the cat into your hands and pulls a bottle of milk out of his pocket. You set her down on your lap and take the bottle from him gently guiding the nib into her mouth.

As she is drinking, Suga speaks, “Y/N sure is cute.”

You look at him in shock. “Oh, I decided to name her Y/N Junior,” he explains.

“Oh,” you chuckle, trying to be nonchalant.

You look down to Junior, running one finger down her fragile back. Suddenly, you hear Suga blow a burst of air out from his mouth. Upon looking over, you see a charred marshmallow on a poker. He places a piece of chocolate delicately on the graham cracker, then places the marshmallow on top, using another graham cracker along with pressure to remove the poker.

He wakes a bite and smiles wide, “I love s’mores.”

“Yeah, but they’re way better when the marshmallow isn’t burnt,” you respond.

He looks at you quizzically before sticking two marshmallows on the poker and handing it to you. You place the empty bottle into the built-in cup holder on the chair and grab the poker, holding it carefully six inches above the flames. After one side crisps to a light golden brown, you rotate the marshmallows to finish toasting them to perfection.

You hold the poker out to him and ask, “Would you do the honors?”

He grabs enough for two, constructing the desserts quickly and with precision. Once the marshmallows are off, you lay the stick against the bricks surrounding the fire, careful to not only ensure it stays in place, but to keep from waking Y/N Junior.

Suga hands one to you once you are sitting upright again and an idea pops into your head, “Taste test on three... one... two... three!” you say, taking a large bite out of the sweet treat.

You hear an audible “mmm” from Suga as the flavors swirl around in your own mouth. The chewy marshmallow mingles wit the crunchy graham cracker as the chocolate melts.

“I guess I get why they call them s’mores,” you stare at him blankly as he continues, “It’s because once you have one, you always crave s’more!” You can't help it...a laugh escapes from your lips.

“Let’s see you do it the right way then, hot shot,” you say, handing him the poker with one hand while popping the rest of the snack into your mouth with the other.

Suga obliges, placing two marshmallows onto the device. You watch as he attempts to imitate your process.

Unfortunately, he is holding the poker at a slightly downward angle, and a marshmallow falls into the pit. He quickly withdraws the poker, but the other marshmallow touches the flames. He blows it out and lays the stick on the ground, looking defeated.

“How about I stick to roasting the marshmallows from now on?” you ask, nudging him on the shoulder.

“Okay, but one day I’ll get it right and then I’ll show you!” He says.

Between you roasting the marshmallows, him constructing the s’mores, and the both of you devouring them, time passes quickly. Before you know it, fireflies emerge from hiding, joining the stars to twinkle in the sky.

Suga passes you a lantern and a marker. “My family has a tradition where we write our hopes on the sides of these lanterns before we let them fly away,” he explains.

You write yours down as he does his. He secretly lights his and lets it fly away, then hands a matchbook to you. You light yours and let it go, then quickly fan the match through the air until the flame goes out.

Not long after, fireworks begin, which startles Y/N Junior out of her cat nap. “Do you mind if we move inside? It will muffle the sounds of the explosions so Y/N can sleep,” Suga points out.

You stand up, carefully cradling the kitten in your arms and make your way to the house. You slide off your flip-flops and stand to the side while he opens the door for you. You enter and follow Suga through the house.

He opens another door, revealing a room full of volleyball posters. The bed is neatly made with black linens, and there is a huge sit-in window taking up the wall facing the fireworks. Suga sits on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows. He looks between you and the bed, as if he were trying to tell you to join him.

You oblige, sitting with your back against the array of pillows. The air conditioner turns on, causing you to shiver. You feel Suga shift to grab something off the bed frame, then drape it across your back. From the feel of the material you can tell it’s his athletic jacket.

“So Y/N, what did you wish for?” He asked.

You pick up the kitten and hold her in the air so she is facing you as you respond, “I want her to grow big and strong, and I would like to be there for it too. What about you?”

At this point, he is watching the fireworks explode into the sky while you admire Junior’s cute face.

“Y/N look at me,” he says. You set the cat in the space between the two of you and turn to face him. “I was wishing for the courage to do this,” he says, sliding his fingers into your hair. His lips meet yours and sparks of electricity reach every cell in your body. The kiss ends in sync with the finale of fireworks, and you are happy that Suga held his own private viewing with you.

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imyourbuddie · 4 years

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Prompt: by the campfire, a bet!

I’m sorry this isn’t the campfire kiss you wanted, but I promise soft buddie kisses after! Also this got hella long. I don’t know what happened 8D!!

“Pass the marshmallows?” Chim holds out a hand toward Buck.

Buck grabs the bag by his feet and tosses it to Chim, who nods a thanks before reaching into the bag and grabbing two marshmallows, passing one to Maddie. Buck sinks back into his foldout chair and glances around the campsite.

Seated around the campfire are all his favourite people. Chim, Maddie, Hen, Karen, Athena, whom he’s started calling Mama Grant in his head, Cap, and Eddie. Buck’s gaze lingers on Eddie and a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Favourite people, indeed.

The children, all four of them, are asleep in their tents, and the gorgeous day makes way for a mild and lovely night. The inky sky is littered with stars usually washed out by the city lights of LA, and Buck takes a deep breath as he stares off into space. Literally.

“Now that the kids are asleep,” Hen says gleefully. “I propose a game.” She pulls a half full bottle of vodka and shakes it.

Buck drags his eyes from the sky and gives Hen a look. “Didn’t take you for the drinking game type. Always thought that’d be Chim’s thing.”

“Hey.” Chim flings a burnt marshmallow at Buck, and the campsite erupts with laughter.

Hen tests the twist cap on the bottle, making sure it’s screwed on tight, and lays it on the packed dirt ground. “Not drinking, not with the kids waking us up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow. I’m thinking something much more junior high.” She twists the bottle with an evil gleam in her eyes.

Buck’s mouth dries and he sits up straighter. Spin the bottle? Seriously? Everyone present is like family. Maddie is his actual sister, and there’s no way in hell he’d have the nerve to kiss Mama Grant if the bottle lands on her. And then there’s Eddie. What would Buck do if the bottle actually lands on Eddie? Can Buck really kiss him without giving himself away? What if a kiss with Eddie confirms the guy would never be into him? Can he take that sort of rejection?

A look passes between Eddie and Hen. What are they playing at?

Cap stares at Hen with narrow eyes. “That’s playing dirty.”

Hen smirks. “There’s no rule in the rulebook that says we can’t.”

Buck steals a glance at Eddie, his face half hidden in flickering shadows. Their eyes meet and something thrills through Buck. Why is Eddie looking at him like he’s Thanksgiving turkey and Christmas ham rolled into one?

Eddie grabs the bottle and hefts it in his hand, as if he’s gauging the weight and planning a strategic spin. Is that even a thing? A strategic spin? Buck’s mouth is now two water drops away from the Sahara, and he swallows dryly as he watches Eddie put the bottle on the ground and gives it a twist.

The bottle flies into rapid spin. The whole clearing is silent save for the rustling of leaves and chirps and squeaks of wild animals. The bottleneck passes Buck. Once, twice, three times. It slows, and Buck’s growing lightheaded as he holds his breath.

Eddie’s watching Buck intently, and Buck wants to shrink under the heated gaze. What’s Eddie playing at?

The bottle slows and stops in front of Chim. All eyes swivel between the two of them, then land on Maddie. She shrugs, a devious little smile on the corner of her lips, and says, “Have at it, boys.”

Except she’s staring right at Buck as she’s saying it. What is actually going on here?

Eddie gets up from his folding stool and crosses to the other side of the fire where Chim’s snuggled up to Maddie on a couple’s folding chair. They lock eyes for a second, then Eddie grips the back of Chim’s neck and plants one right on his lips.

Something snaps in Buck, and an uncomfortable heat spreads from his chest to his limbs. This is just a game. Eddie’s not actually into Chim, and Chim’s dating his sister for crying out loud. Besides, Buck’s got no claim on Eddie. He’s a free, handsome man who can kiss whomever he wants.

And yet, something akin to jealousy burns through Buck, and his fingers twitch in his lap.

Eddie straightens and brushes his thumb across his bottom lip, all the while staring at Buck like a challenge, and saunters back to his seat. Everyone else takes a turn with the bottle, but Buck’s too annoyed to play. He makes some lame excuse about feeling tired and crawls into his tent. The tent he’s sharing with Eddie because they’re the only two single guys here.

Fuck.

It’s not long before the tent flap zips open. Buck stills and pretends to be asleep, but he’s only too aware of the body shifting in the tiny space. The rustle of fabric, a soft thud, then the echo of Eddie’s sleeping bag zipping open.

A whoosh of cold air blasts against Buck’s back, and he looks over his shoulder to find Eddie unzipping and climbing into Buck’s sleeping bag.

“Uh, Eddie?” Buck rasps, trying to keep his voice down incase the others have also gone to their tents.

“Hey, Evan.” Eddie’s warm breath tickles Buck’s neck.

“What are you—”

Eddie’s lips steal the rest of Buck’s sentence, and Buck’s too shocked to enjoy the sweet taste of Eddie’s mouth. Eddie hums, then cups Buck’s jaw gently before darting in for another fleeting kiss. This time, Buck’s brain catches up with the rest of him, and he leans into the touch with a soft moan.

He captures Eddie’s lips with his own, and can’t help the tentative lick as he tries to steal a taste. Eddie indulges him, letting Buck explore his mouth to his heart’s content. Eddie tastes like marshmallows and vodka. Like something wild and exotic but also familiar. Like home, and Buck sighs as he pulls back for air.

“Hi,” Eddie murmurs, his kiss-swollen lips glistening.

Buck grins, and a comforting warmth chases away the cold grip of jealousy around his heart. “Hi yourself.”

“So, that’s what it takes, huh?” Eddie’s eyes twinkle, and Buck’s eyes widen as realization settles in.

“You guys set me up,” he growls, but it’s hard to stay mad when he’s this kiss-drunk.

“I guess Hen’s sick of watching us dance around each other.”

“And you went along with this?”

“Everyone did.”

“What?”

Eddie smirks and manhandles Buck until Buck’s back’s pressed against Eddie’s chest. “There was a bet—”

“Assholes.”

“—that you’d crack and confess your undying love for me if you saw me kiss someone else.” Eddie nips Buck’s ear. “Thanks for the extra spending money. And Hen wants me to tell you Denny’s gonna get that new bike he wanted after all.”

Buck scowls into the dark space in front of him, but he’s too warm and comfortable and too giddy to be mad. “And what makes you think I’m interested in you?” Just because he’s not mad, doesn’t mean he can’t be a little indignant.

“That look on your face when I kissed Chim,” Eddie replies without missing a beat.

Buck’s face heats, and he curses under his breath. Eddie squeezes him, and Buck melts into the embrace. “So, has everyone gone to bed?” Buck asks as he tugs Eddie’s arms tighter around him.

“Yeah, when Chim’s bottle landed on Athena, we all decided it was best to call it a night.”

Buck bursts out laughing and earns himself a few shouted shut-up’s from the other tents. He twists in Eddie’s arms until they’re facing each other and darts in for one more kiss.

“Guess you’re taking me out on a date, then, with all that extra money you made at my expense.”

Eddie grins. “Wherever you want, querido, wherever you want.”

#buddie #buck x eddie #Imyourbuddie prompt fill #soft camp kisses #thank you #marciaelena for pointing out such a glaring mistake #you're my hero <3

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kaitycole · 4 years

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Consequences

This one kinda took on it’s own life and wrote itself. It’s super long, but oh well.

Pairing: Drake x Liam, Drake x ??

Word Count: 4803

Tag List: @dcbbw @sirbeepsalot @ao719 @annekebbphotography @loveellamae @darley1101 @burnsoslow @debramcg1106 @jessiembruno

A/N: Lyrics throughout are from Consequences by Camila Cabello.

It’s been years since Drake has been in the palace; hell, it’s been years since he’s been in Cordonia. His life in the states has been pretty good, although he lives in Texas, he’s making moves to Montana. He has finally pulled things together but there was one thing missing. HIM.

Liam makes his way around the room, hearing almost every noble declare their loyalty to the Crown. There has been a recent assassination attempt on the Crown, he was their primary target. When Liam took the throne almost ten years ago, he refused a suitor. He had no social season, no loveless engagement and there was no pitter patter of little feet echoing through the palace halls. Cordonia wouldn’t accept his choice, leaving them both heartbroken and the throne unstable. But there was only one person he wanted by his side. HIM.

Five minutes in the ballroom and Drake already remembers why he stays away. He has received several secondhand invitations to royal events from Maxwell. But none from the one he wanted them from. It didn’t take long before they both finally made eye contact with one another. Memories crashing over them like waves.

Dirty tissues, trust issues Glasses on the sink, they didn't fix you Lonely pillows in a stranger’s bed Little voices in my head Secret keeping, stop the bleeding Lost a little weight because I wasn't eating All the songs that I can't listen to, to tell the truth

“Is this right? I feel like it’s wrong.” Liam frowned, staring at the untoasted marshmallow on the stick. He wasn’t sure how he kept getting it wrong, he followed Drake’s directions perfectly.

“Try holding it closer to the middle. You can’t be scared of the fire.” Drake laughed.

“I’m not!” Liam practically shoved the marshmallow into the fire, sticking his tongue out victoriously at his best friend. However, when he finally pulled it out of the fire, the marshmallow was completely burnt.

Drake tried to hold back a laugh as he pulled back a perfectly golden-brown marshmallow.

Liam’s jaw dropped, “Show me again.”

Drake walked over towards the young prince as he poked a fresh marshmallow with a stick. He walked behind him, taking Liam’s arm and gently pushing it towards the fire. It was similar to the way Drake had stood behind him when he taught him how to fish, Liam’s thoughts became hazy in this instance too.

The hairs on Liam neck stood up as he felt Drake’s breath danced across his skin. He froze as Drake’s touch seared onto his skin.

Both of them had danced around the elephant that sat between them for months now. Unbeknownst to the other, both have thought back to times where they almost addressed the elephant.

Drake thought back to a fishing trip, his chest firmly pressed against Liam’s back teaching him a casting method. The smell of fresh cleaned linens encircled him. While Liam thought back on a camping adventure and how waking up surrounded by the scent of leather filled every void Liam ever felt.

Drake shook the thought from his head before he pulled back Liam’s arm, a perfectly toasted marshmallow sits on the end of his stick.

“I did it!” A huge smile spread across Liam’s face as he shouted.

Drake felt his cheeks redden; seeing Liam this happy made his chest flutter, “heh.”

Liam knitted his brows as he assembled a s’more just the way he had watched Drake make them all night. When he finished, he held it up, beaming with pride.

“This is amazing!” Liam said as he shoved it towards Drake, “try it!”

At first, he was hesitant, but he took a bite anyways. Liam’s cheeks blushed as he saw melted chocolate left on the corner of Drake’s mouth.

“What?” Drake looked at him confused.

Without thinking, he leaned forward; close enough to see Drake’s hickory eyes have melted into pools of honey as the light hit them. His breath hitched in his throat before he carefully closed the space between them. Drake looked into Liam’s eyes, darkened to a mischievous onyx color.

Liam slowly flicked his tongue against Drake’s skin, the melted chocolate licked off as his tongue swiped across Drake’s lip. Slipping his tongue between Drake’s lips, he started to explore his best friend’s mouth. When his mind finally caught up with his body, Drake pressed himself closer to Liam, pulling him into him as they both deepened the kiss.

* *

The pair slowly walks towards each other, the space between them getting smaller and smaller before the King and commoner are standing face to face.

“Drake,” Liam can’t seem to think of anything else to say.

“Liam.”

The pair continue to just stand there in silence. Ten years was a long time to go without seeing or speaking, neither truly understood that until now.

Clearing his throat, he finally speaks, “How is Texas? Or have you moved?” Liam’s flustered, there was a time where he knew everything about the man in front of him. He knew Drake better than he knew himself, but in this moment, he realizes that he knows absolutely nothing about him.

“Texas is good, I’m actually uhm…moving.” Drake stumbles over his words which isn’t uncommon when it comes to talking to Liam. His whole life everything he did was to reflect positively on Liam, that’s how he assumed they’d win over Cordonia. If the people could see that Drake complimented the young prince, they’d have to approve. At least that’s what they thought until Liam’s only country let them both down.

“I – “ Liam starts but is interrupted by Bastien.

“Sir, you’re needed on stage to make a speech and then Duchess Olivia would like a word.”

“Of course,” Liam turns back to Drake, “I’d like to continue this. Where are you staying?”

Don’t do it, Drake. End it right here, “Applewood. My old room.”

“I’ll meet you there. 10pm?”

No. “I’ll be there.”

Drake watches Liam walk away and back into the stoic and dutiful leader that he’s always been meant to be. It was a sight Drake was far too familiar with; Liam leaving him because unlike himself, Liam couldn’t be selfish.

Loving you was young, and wild, and free Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound A steady place to let down my defenses But loving you had consequences

The warm Grecian sun beamed down on the young couple as they lounged on the Elafonisi beach. When the planning the trip, Liam couldn’t get over the idea of seeing the famous pink sands and Drake just wanted to see his boyfriend relax.

Liam looked over at Drake who had been staring at him, “What?”

“I just love seeing you so relaxed.” Drake took in this new Liam; his raven hair laid haphazardly instead of combed back and regal while sunglasses covered his eyes. His chest was bare and he wore dark blue swim trunks that came up a tad higher than mid-thigh; much to Drake’s disapproval.

Liam propped up on his right arm, having slightly turned to face Drake. His brown hair, slightly damp from the hot sun hung in his face before he shakes it away. He sported a gray tank-top along with knee-length light tan swim trunks.

“I could say the same about you, love.” He grabbed Drake’s top and pulled him closer as he caught his lips with him. As Liam went in to deepen the kiss by scooching closer to him, Drake abruptly moved back.

“We are in public, Li!”

“So?”

Drake rolled his eyes as he turned a bright pink, he kissed Liam once more before he stood up. He shook his head as he peeled his top off.

Soon they both found themselves walking towards the water. The sand warmed the bottom of their feet as they make their way closer to the water.

Several eyes, both male and female, grazed over Liam’s figure. Drake rolled his eyes, which caught Liam’s attention.

“Must you wear such short swimwear?”

“I thought you liked them?” He tilted his head to the side, his expression seemed hurt.

He ran his fingers through his hair before mumbling, “Me and half the beach.”

Liam smirked, holding back a laugh, “So? I’m here with you.” He stopped walking and pulled Drake into him. He put both of his hands on Drake’s cheeks before he kissed him as he hands slid down Drake’s side before, he grabbed Drake’s ass.

“Liam!”

“What?” He laughed, “Just showing everyone here I’m taken.”

The cool turquoise water surrounded them as they stood still; taking in the serene landscape. Their trip was coming to a close then back to the daily grind of a prince and a commoner.

“I wish we could stay here forever,” Drake said.

Liam wrapped his arm around Drake’s waist, “I’ll make it a promise to come here once a year. Just the two of us.”

Drake smiled, “Sure there’d be room in the royal schedule?”

“I’ll say it’s for diplomatic reasons,’ he kissed Drake’s nose.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Hesitation, awkward conversation Running on low expectation Every siren that I was ignoring I'm payin' for it

Drake stares at the clock, 9:52PM. He knows Liam said 10pm but he’s usually always 10 minutes early to everything.

Maybe that’s changed in recent years? I can’t really say I know him like before.

His phone bings and for reasons unknown, his heart starts to race.

Hope everything is well. Talk soon?

Drake quickly replies. It is. Miss you.

I miss you. When do you get back?

TX? Or MT?

Both.

TX Friday. MT Sunday. His text is a lie, he’ll actually be back in Montana on Saturday but that was a surprise.

I don’t think I can wait that long.

Drake chuckles, So dramatic.

You love it.

His phone rings, “Hello?”

“I know it’s late there; I just miss your voice.”

He smirks, “Such a dork.”

“How are you?”

“I’m fine. You worry too much babe.”

“I just care about you, Drake. I won’t keep you long though.” The voice on the other end sounds sad.

“Don’t go just yet.” To be honest, Drake didn’t want to be alone. Being back in Cordonia was bringing up too much stuff for him to feel safe alone.

“You know I’ll only leave when you say so.”

Drake knows that he doesn’t just mean the phone call, but he didn’t want to go there right now. “What do you have planned for today?”

“Dad had me go on a supply run this morning and I’m just about to take Dolly out for a ride.”

“Give her an extra carrot for me, would ya?”

Drake doesn’t hear anything coming from the other line because his attention is completely on the doorknob twisting.

Liam walks in, his tie is gone and the top buttons of his shirt are undone. His hair is a sloppy mess of black hair instead of the slicked back style it held early in the night. He smiles at Drake as Drake holds up his index finger, telling him to wait a minute.

“Hey, I have to go really quick. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Oh okay. Have a good night!”

“Goodnight, Sawyer.” Drake taps the red circle on his screen.

“Sawyer?” Liam asks as Drake sits next to him on the bed.

Drake runs his fingers through his hair, “Uh…yeah. It’s a new thing.”

“Where’d you meet him?”

“I went to Montana for cattle and ran into him about six months ago.”

“Is it serious?”

Drake pauses, Is he jealous? Or just curious?

“Not yet.” Liam raises his brow causing Drake to elaborate, “I wanted to wait until I moved up there before things got too serious. Wanted us to have a chance. Distance is a bitch.”

The pair share a knowing look. Once upon a time, they had tried to sustain their relationship through distance and both knew it crashed and burned.

Clearing his throat to break the silence, “Anyone in your life?”

“Not really,” Liam shakes his head, “A few flings here and there but NDA’s are a mood kill.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Drake turns red as he awkwardly fumbles over his words.

Liam places a hand on Drake’s inner thigh.

“Liam.”

He moves closer, his hand gently turning Drake’s chin to face him before kissing him. Drake doesn’t pull away at first, falling into the familiar taste and motions of his ex-lover before Sawyer’s face flashes in his mind and he pushes Liam back.

“Liam! No!”

“You said it wasn’t serious. Where’s the harm?”

“I never said that I didn’t want it to be serious!”

Silence falls over them as Drake moves over the chair closest to the door, giving them space to cool down. The pair whose hearts once beat in sync, found themselves struggling to exchange small talk.

“I can’t believe this is so awkward.”

“It’s been nearly ten years, Liam.”

“But we were in love. Soulmates. How does that just disappear?”

Drake sighs, dropping his head into his hands, “Are you remembering all of it?”

Liam’s eyes widen as he takes in the words spoken. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure that he really was.

Loving you was young, and wild, and free Loving you was cool, and hot, and sweet Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound A steady place to let down my defenses But loving you had consequences

Drake flopped down on Liam’s bed. He was exhausted from the events of the day and couldn’t wait to just shower and climb in bed for the night; even if it was only 8:35pm. The two of them had spent the entire day going to various public events in hopes that when the time came, they would except Drake as who Liam picked. To both of their surprise, the country seemed to think it was a great match along with Leo and Madeleine.

However, he was slightly concerned with the impromptu meeting Constantine had called towards the end of their final event, which left Drake alone to handle the crowd. Thankfully it was Lythikos so Olivia was there to help. It had been a few hours since Constantine called for Liam and usually Liam would at least sneak a text to Drake.

“Drake? Are you here?” Liam called out into the suite. His tone almost sounded defeated and full of worry.

“In here.” Drake sat down the clothes he had decided to sleep in, walking into the common room to meet Liam. He rushed to his side, going in for a kiss only for Liam to turn his head and the kiss landed on his cheek.

“I have some news I need to share.”

“Okay?” Drake was scared. Liam had never sounded so serious to him before.

“Leo…he...abdicated.”

“Abdicated? Abdicated what?”

“The throne.” Irritation took over his tone.

“Which means that you’ll be…” Drake hesitated, hoping that maybe it he didn’t say it aloud it wouldn’t be true.

“The fucking king, Drake.” Liam slammed his hand against the wall, “The king.” Liam slowly slid down the wall he was leaning against. Once he reached the floor, he pressed his head into his hands.

Drake stood there, unsure of what to do, unsure of what to say, unsure on what could help. “Li, I…”

“Just leave me alone. I just want to be left alone.”

Drake slowly blinked back the tears that Liam’s harsh tone and words had caused as he walked back into the bedroom before getting in the shower. As the hot water reddened his skin, he heard the door slam. Closing his eyes, he just hoped Liam would stay safe, he knew where he was going.

The sound of things being knocked over and whispered cuss words woke Drake up. Through sleepy eyes, the clock read 3:45am to which Drake sighed at. He laid there, waiting for Liam to stumble into the room, deciding if he would just pretend to be asleep or not.

“Draaaaakkkkkeeeee,” Liam half whispered, half giggled.

He rolled over and propped up on his right arm, glaring at the Crown Prince. He was completed disheveled; his dress shirt untucked and wrinkled and his hair had clearly seen better styles. Drake was also pretty sure his zipper was left undone and he really didn’t want to ask why.

“Yes?”

Liam drunkenly climbed onto the bed, crawling closer to Drake who could smell the rum coming off Liam.

“I missed you baby.” He flopped down on top of Drake.

“You need to change clothes.” Drake pushed him off him before walking to Liam’s dresser and pulled out a white t-shirt and plaid PJ pants.

Liam tried, and failed, at undoing the buttons before Drake finally stepped in. Liam repeatedly apologized to Drake for being a mess and Drake brushed it off.

Drake felt Liam scoot up behind him when he reached over to cut the lamp off. His hand trailed down Drake’s thigh before moving inward.

“Li.” His breath hitched as he felt Liam wrap his hand around him. He felt Liam pressed up against his back as his lips trailed down his neck. The anger Drake was holding slowly evaporated as Liam’s lips and hands started to touch all over his body. He turned his body to face Liam before his lips crashed into his. It was when he pulled back to look at him that he saw the deep purple mark on Liam’s neck that the anger built back up inside him.

He shoved Liam away from him as he got off the bed, grabbing his pillow.

“What the hell, Drake?”

“What the hell, Drake? How about what the hell, Liam!” He stormed off into the living room.

Liam stood up and stopped in front of the mirror, the mark catching his eyes.

* *

“Drake?”

“Yeah, Li?” Drake was in the shower, washing his hair when the prince came in.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Liam’s hand when to the side of his neck.

“You were drunk.” He knew that wasn’t a good excuse, but he didn’t want to talk about it.

“It won’t ever happen again.”

Drake didn’t say anything. He just pressed his eyes tighter together trying to stop imagining Liam with someone else. That’s what his mind had been on repeat all night.

A quick breeze of cool air hits Drake’s skin as the shower door is opened. He knew it was Liam, but he didn’t move or speak; just continued to rinse the soap from his brown locks.

“Li!” He gasped as he felt Liam’s hands on his inner thighs.

“Let me make it up to you.” He then took Drake into his mouth which caused a low moan from his lover.

Drake tried to enjoy the moment, but all he could think about was when exactly they had started to drift apart.

* *

“There was that one night, but I wouldn’t say that destroyed us.” Liam says.

Drake shakes his head, “You still won’t even say what happened.”

“Because it’s not that important. That didn’t change the fact that I loved you.”

“This is what I’m talking about, Liam. You aren’t looking back on everything. You’re seeing the good and the okay, but you aren’t looking at the bad.”

“We didn’t have any bad.”

“YES WE DID!” Drake yells which causes Liam’s eyes to widen, “Think. Think really hard on the last time I was at the palace.”

Loving you was dumb, dark and cheap Loving you will still take shots at me Found loving you was sunshine, but then it poured And I lost so much more than my senses 'Cause loving you had consequences

“It’s been months, why are you still on this?”

“Still on this…are you kidding me?”

“It was one night, Drake.”

“What was one night?”

“The incident.”

“Exactly! You won’t even call it what it is. You cheated, Liam! CHEATED!”

Liam sighed, “It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?”

Drake’s eyes widen as he listened to Liam’s bullshit, “Seriously?”

“You’ve been in Texas for six months and I don’t know what you’re doing at all times.”

“You don’t…I work and talk to you!”

“You could go out to bars and hook up.”

“I think you’re thinking about yourself. That’s your thing, Liam.”

Drake walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, he needed to add space between them. Sure, they had fights, but he knew this one would be bad.

“I can’t even remember him; doesn’t that show you that it meant nothing?”

“Are you always a dick?”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Liam smirked at his lover.

“I can’t even look at you right now. It’s hard enough dealing with the press over us, but you don’t even seem to care.” He pushed himself passed Liam as he walked into the living room.

Liam shook his head; he didn’t understand where all of this was coming from nor did he really want to deal with it. As king, he had enough to deal with, especially with the council calling for a social season and engagement. He watched as Drake stormed off into the bedroom.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Drake tossed the suitcase on the bed with a thump. He began to throw any and all of his clothes in the suitcase as he emptied out the dressers and closets.

“I can’t stay here with you.”

“You’re being dramatic.” Liam rolled his eyes.

“I’m not being shit!” Drake yelled, “We’ve been drifting apart and you couldn’t even take the time to notice.”

“So, you’re just going to run away? Like the Walker that you are.” Liam scoffed, “Like mother like son, right?”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m damaged.”

“Oh, but aren’t you?”

Drake froze in place, a pair of shoes hanging from his fingers with a few shirts draped across his arm.

Liam continued before Drake could fully process his remark, “You’re only being this dramatic because you’re insecure. Your daddy died and mommy left you, you’ve always been alone. So, now you’re scared that I’ll just leave you too.”

“I don’t need you, Liam.” He shoved the last of his things in the bag.

“It’s me who doesn’t need you, Drake. You’ve become a burden and I can’t handle it anymore.” He watched as tears fell from Drake’s face, “That’s why the public won’t accept you, you’re too weak for the crown.”

Drake yanked his suitcase from the bed and drug it towards the door, stopping only to grab his keys from the kitchen counter. He paused at the door, not bothering to turn around before he spoke, “Fuck you, Liam.”

* *

Once again, they sit in silence. That fight was the one that ended things for them. It was the one fight that they could never come back from, that they could never pretend didn’t happen. Or at least Drake couldn’t pretend never happen.

Just thinking about the fight broke Drake into pieces all over again. It had taken him years to get over it, to be able to hear him name without falling apart. The first couple years after he had left Cordonia, he worked himself half to death. He refused to stop throwing himself into work, fearfully of being left alone in his thoughts.

When his mom and sister had finally convinced him to take a short trip to decompress, it ended with an emergency trip to the ER; attempted overdose; his thoughts had gotten too loud to ignore. That day he realized that he truly was the damaged mess Liam accused him of being.

He had decided to get help by spending sometime in a mental health hospital and it had been the best thing he ever did. With help, he had pulled himself out of the hole that Liam had dug and shove him in during that last fight. It was after that, that he had started traveling and began to dream of running his own ranch or at least getting more into the cattle raising business.

The memory of the fight was suffocating to Liam. He had spent all this time shoving it down, refusing to allow himself to realize that he was in fact the reason he lost Drake. He spent this entire time blaming his dad, Regina, the citizens of Cordonia and even Drake rather than himself. Drake was right, Liam only saw the good and the okay moments because if he saw the bad then he wouldn’t be able to have hope that they’d return to each other. What he did. What he said. None of that was true or fair for him to say.

“It took me a long time to understand things,” Drake clears his throat, “But sometimes the person you want the most is the person you’re best without.”

“Drake…” Liam moves over to where he’s sitting, kneeling down in front of him, “I never meant those things. I just wanted you to hurt as much as I was.”

“We’re toxic to one another. All this time apart has just proved that.” He pushes Liam’s hand off of his knee, “You don’t hurt people you love, Li. That’s not love.”

“Fire and gasoline.”

Drake sighs, “Exactly.” He pushes himself up, walking away from Liam whose still on his knees. He begins packing what little he has unpacked in the day and a half he’s been in town.

Liam’s heart sinks, the sight all too familiar to him.

Drake takes deep breaths, knowing he needs to chill out and not let his emotions drown out his rational thinking. He pressed down the top while he zips it up, stuffing his chargers in the front pocket of the suitcase.

There’s nothing left to say. Liam pretty much summed everything up by describing what the two of them actually were: fire and gasoline. They weren’t meant to be together. They weren’t good together or for each other. It didn’t matter if they wanted to try it again, they couldn’t and Drake knew that he shouldn’t.

“We can go into this slowly this time.” Liam tries to bargain with Drake, sure they had an explosive fight and he had said hurtful things, but he knew that they could fix it if they just tried.

“Li, no, we aren’t right for each other. We tried, several times, and that last time…it nearly killed me.”

Liam’s shoulders dropped, almost as if he had deflated. He watches as Drake pulls his suitcase towards the door, knowing Drake has made up his mind and nothing would change it.

“I wish you nothing but the best, Drake.”

“Same to you, Li.”

Loving you

“Good morning, babe.” Drake feels movement from the other side of the bed. Sleep coated the voice next to him, bringing Drake’s lip into a smile.

Turning, Drake kisses the person next to him before wrapping his arms around him. It has been a year since his adventures in Cordonia and when he left, he really wasn’t sure where to go. He had worked so hard to put himself back together when he left Cordonia the first time and he didn’t want Sawyer to see him in pieces. He couldn’t ask Sawyer to put him back together, but he didn’t have anyone else he trusted.

The sudden knocking on the door jolted Sawyer from his unexpected nap on the couch. He rushed to the door and when he opened it, he found a broken Drake standing in the rain.

Sawyer gave him a change of clothes, towel for his hair along with a cup of coffee to help him warm up. He didn’t pry because he didn’t have to, Drake told him everything. Starting at the very beginning and ending with how he ended up on his porch.

“Pathetic, huh?” Drake shook his head, tightening his grip on the mug.

Sawyer had moved to sitting on the coffee table and faced Drake. He hesitated before gently placing his hand on his thigh, “Pathetic? No. Brave? Yes.”

Drake looked up with a puzzled look.

“You faced your demons head on. That’s more than most people are able to do.” He took Drake’s hand, “You don’t have to do things alone anymore, Drake. I’m here and I won’t leave until you push me away…at least twice.”

Drake smirked as he shook his head, “The same goes for me, but make it three times. I’m a little hard headed.”

* * *

“I vote that we stay in bed all day, take the day off.” Drake nibbles in Sawyer’s ear.

“I fully support that.” He smiles as he looks at Drake’s left ring finger. It sports a ring that matches his own.

“I love you.” He turns in Drake’s arms so he’s facing him now. Drake leans forwards, pressing his forehead against his.

“I love you too.”

#choices #pixelberry #the royal romance #trr x bsc crossover #drake x liam #driam #trr driam #drake x ??#tw: mention of suicide attempt #tw: cheating #tw: adultery

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You and I Were Fireworks- Fourth of July Weekend, 2020.

Para: - You and I Were Fireworks

Rating: PG.

Pairing: Seblaine.

When: Fourth of July Weekend, 2020

Location: Smythe Family Lake house, Ohio.

Notes: Sebastian and Blaine get a much needed escape from Massachusetts for some Summer fun. Sebastian’s favorite time of the year.

Warnings: A nice little calm before the oncoming storm. ;)

Sebastian's POV:

Sebastian’s family owned a lake house a few hours away from Westerville. He grew up going to the lake at least twice every summer (if he were in the states, of course.) and his father regularly went on fishing trips with his brothers there (Sebastian was never interested. He tried fishing once when he was 9 and almost threw up when he saw the worms.) Over the years, The Smythe’s had celebrated the 4th of July at the lake house off and on. It was always a giant bash filled with Sparkler burnt fingertips and ice cold lemonade. This year, Sabine decided to make a weekend out of it since the 4th happened to fall on a Saturday. She had invited Sebastian and Blaine and other random family members most of which he couldn’t care less about (none of the Aunts would be there, they were going on a ‘Wine Weekend’ Thank GOD.) .

What he did care about was fireworks, the smell of charcoal in the air, the sun soaking into his skin, and his feet floating in cold water. Seb loved Independence day though it didn’t really have anything to do with patriotism. It had to do with summer, melted popsicles, grilled hamburgers with heaps of charred cheese, campfires and gooey marshmallows, the scent of heat soaked asphalt mixed with sunscreen. He was a child of summer, his skin glowed when the sun touched it and he didn’t have to wear much clothing if he didn’t want to because it was always hot. No sweatshirts, or blankets, or socks. The 4th of July as the most sun drenched, sticky summer day of the year and Sebastian loved that feeling.

He was excited for Blaine to see the property. The house basically floated on the water, had an open bay where they kept the boat, a dock, and a spacious wrap around porch. The house was surrounded by trees and yellow flowers in the front that complemented its grey color. The lake itself was basically the backyard and seemed to stretch on forever. It was everything that his boyfriend loved. Sebastian even surprised the other man with some new amber colored jars so that he could collect lake water and sand when the others weren’t around.

Blaine and Sebastian drove to Ohio with Enjolras. They took turns driving, stopped for lots of snacks and to let Ras walk around, and they only bickered over the blue tooth once. Blaine sang almost every song that played and even talked Seb into singing a little bit. Blaine had kept Ras calm with his vibes and the pup sat in the back seat calmly and happily looking out the window as other cars and buildings and green grassy fields flew by.

It was a successful trip and they arrived in the evening in time for dinner on Friday night. It looked like Wick and Luke, Sebastian’s most un problematic Uncle and little cousin were there along with other random cousins and family friends of Thomas. Sebastian never felt much appreciation for his family, except for his mother. But, since meeting Blaine, he had a newfound gratitude for some of them. His boyfriend loved Wick and Luke and he liked to attend social events, since he didn’t really do anything besides magical business or arguing with his own father. Which wasn’t very different for Seb (minus the magic) but, at least he had his mother and his Uncle Wick and Luke.

Blaine’s POV:

Sabine inviting Sebastian and himself to Ohio couldn’t have come at a better time for Blaine, it was also the cause of a rather emotional argument. Tensions had already been rising between him and his father at LeFay and Blaine’s anxieties and fears were beginning to catch up to him. He hated the bickering and the knowing, frustrated looks Will Anderson threw at him every time he mentioned that he had some sort of gig or that he wouldn’t be back for the night for some reason or another. He hated it even more when Will threw Sebastian, without saying his boyfriends name, back into his face. He could still hear the echoes of his father’s voice when he told him he wouldn’t be home much this weekend.

You must really think I’m stupid, Blaine. I know where you go. I know who you’re seeing and I know what he is. Blaine had given him a firm head shake and an even firmer proclamation that he didn’t know what the hell Will was talking about. Blaine’s hands had shook, and his voice grew thick when he’d spoken, but he stood his ground. For his part, Will had thrown his hands up, yelled a few more things about Blaine’s life being worth more than some silly fling and then, and this still surprised Blaine, his father’s words cut off like he didn’t have any steam left in him and he looked for a moment like his face might break into tears before turning away from Blaine and waving a dismissive hand at him. Mumbling for him to just be safe. Blaine quietly promised he’d check in to keep himself from getting into trouble again and left the room. As Blaine packed for the trip, he had to wonder if Will knew that, even though it was supposed to be impossible, Sebastian was his Fate. His soul mate. That he was so much more than a fling.

Blaine tried his best not to ponder too hard about this or else it would eat him up the whole weekend and that was the last thing he needed. He needed to calm down and relax, he needed to not think about LeFay or his father’s haunted face as he spoke about Sebastian and Blaine. He needed to focus on this trip, and being away and spending time with people that didn’t make him feel like he was an awful person for being in love. It made him feel selfish and guilty because he could still see that look in his dads eye and it reminded him just a bit of when his mom died but… he pushed it away and replaced his worries with an easy, warm smile and embrace for Sabine, a firm handshake accompanied by a clap on the shoulder for Thomas, open laughter for Wick and Luke and a wide eyed wonder over the enchanting slice of nature that was the Smythe family lake house. He made a promise to himself to tell Seb about his worries and the argument with his dad later, but for now he needed this peace. Besides, he had a few new lovely jars that needed to be filled and he didn’t want to tarnish their trip and Seb’s gift with a melancholy memory.

The dinner had gone by fast, the night ending with drinks for the adults by the fire, Sebastian had even relaxed enough and rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder, and there were sparklers for the younger ones. There was an openness among the family that seemed to be missing from the two Thanksgivings Blaine had spent with the Smythe’s and he wondered if it might have to do with the absences of the infamous Aunts. The night ended slowly and they fell asleep in a room with open windows, and lake breeze reminding him of their first trip to the island together. They fell asleep wrapped around each other with Ras snuggled at their feet and he could feel that Freya, sneakily, was nearby keeping watch.

The next morning brought fresh fruits and rich coffee for breakfast and a warm Summer breeze rustling through full green trees sending ripples throughout the massive lake. The gentle sway of their boat, warmed by Sebastian’s favored sun almost lulling Blaine to sleep as he lay on his stomach on the boats deck, his head propped up on his left hand, his right hand idly connecting the dots of Sebastian's star dusted freckles, his leg hooked just so over Seb to keep them close. It was just the two of them out there, everyone else felt a million miles away for just a moment and Blaine could have stayed this way forever. It was so close to perfect. He could hear the splashes of water as Ras and seven year old Luke, Wick and few of the other cousins played near the shore. It brought Blaine back to a soothing reality and he gave a little laugh and a lazy smile as he sent little magical splashes of lake water towards the shore, making it seem as if the water were chasing Luke and Ras and the rest. He probably shouldn't have been doing it, but the delighted giggles from the boy and the barks from Ras made Blaine happy and not much could ruin this moment.

He could feel Sebastian's green gaze and he turned his head, his smile still lazing around on his face. “What?” He laughed, leaning in to nuzzle at Seb’s shoulder. “Mm, you don’t suppose your mom would let me cook breakfast for everyone tomorrow, do you?”

Sebastian's POV:

Sebastian had all of his favorite things in one place; summer, his favorite holiday, and Blaine. The moment felt perfect; the sun beating down onto his skin, the boat gently swaying, the scent of algae and coconut from the sunscreen Sabine kept in the boat. It was Blaine’s strong fingertips tracing over his skin, the sound of his youngest cousin and his dog barking, Blaine humming and laughing a little himself. He lifted his head up and noticed Blaine gently moving his hand back and forth. Sebastian sat up a little more to look back at the shore where it seemed tiny waves were chasing a glee filled Luke around as Enjolras playfully bit and stomped on the waves. He slid his black RayBan sunglasses down the slope of his nose to look over at his boyfriend. “You better be careful,B. Luke’s gonna be on to you.” Sebastian smiled a lazy smile, calmed by the sun’s rays and lulled by the lake’s rhythm. He stretched out his long legs, wiggled his toes, and turned his face up towards the sky. “I think she’d love that. Though, she might insist on helping out. You really wanna cook for all these people?” Seb let his eyes rake over the other man’s muscular body. They were both starting to tan already. Sebastian sighed a happy, dazed sigh. “Of course you do.” He reached out and poked Blaine’s ribs gently. “You’re sweet. We should probably head back. We have the crab boil and Wick’s fireworks tonight.”

Sebastian and Blaine chased Luke and Ras around in the water for a little bit before heading in to take showers, get distracted by each other in said showers, only to change into new swim trunks and tank tops. Sabine had caterers come in to make a crab boil for the family. She had picnic tables set up, filled with buttery crab legs, corn on the cob, and red potatoes. There were cold beers for the adults and even a sno-cone machine set up by said caterers for the kids. Sebastian would be damned, though, if he didn’t get his hands on a cherry sno-cone. They ate too much and laughed and drank until it was dark enough for the fireworks to begin.

He and Blaine helped set off a few small fireworks at the beginning of Wick’s display. Sebastian stooping low to light the little fuse on whatever weird firework his uncle had picked out, only to take off running with Blaine so that nothing sparked on them. The three of them laughing and jumping around like they were all teenagers again. Sebastian had gotten a spark on his grey Sperrys and danced around like a crazed duck, his adrenaline spiked, laughing so hard after that his sides hurt.

The two of them found themselves on a blanket in the warm green grass, looking up at the colorful explosions in the sky. Sebastian felt a little tipsy from the adrenaline of setting off fireworks and the crisp beers and the scent of lake breeze trapped in Blaine’s curls. His younger cousins and family friend’s children ran around with sparklers and Ras was asleep at Sabine’s feet as she lounged in an Adirondack chair. “You keeping him calm?” Seb pointed at the sleepy pup.

Blaine’s POV:

Blaine had to fight to keep from smiling too big and he gave a shrug in regards to Seb’s statement, his grin a little mischievous. “Ah well, he’s seven. Sometimes kids need something to believe in. This isn’t the first time I’ve given Luke a little glimpse though, remember?” He asked, his hand resting on Seb’s sun kissed thigh as his boyfriends shifted positions so he could watch the activities on the shore. He thought back to the Thanksgiving he’d met Luke, the five year old had seemed fascinated with Blaine from the get go as if he were someone akin to Santa Claus. Sometimes human kids just knew when a person had magic whether they showed it off or not. The memory of making the curtains dance was a fond one for Blaine and he’d put it on the shelf along with this boat and the pup biting at his magical little waves and the kid chasing them. “Besides, he’ll forget all about it as he gets older. Kind of like most kids do with Santa Claus and so on.” All children grow up and sadly most of them didn’t take their imaginations with them into adulthood. Blaine just wanted to bring a little bit of happiness into a world that was sometimes incredibly dark.

He thought for a moment, taking a visual headcount of all the people he’d have to cook for and nodded to Seb. A sheepish smile creeping over his face at Seb’s sighing of course you do. “Yeah, I want to. Everyone here has been so welcoming, especially your mom. I suppose I don’t actually have a say on whether she helps me or not. It’s her kitchen after all. I just want to do something nice. And I don’t know if you’ve noticed but food is one way that I show appreciation.” He laughed, a little thrill shooting though his body when Seb poked him, the gesture tickling him. His cheeks flaring up in a blush at being called sweet. He nodded, and moved to sit in the proper seat so Seb could steer them back with a silly, “Aye, Captain.” and a wink.

The holiday went on in a blur of Luke and Enjolras running around in circles from the two of them. Wick tipping a couple of the younger kids into the Summer warmed lake water. Ras whined when he could follow Sebastian and Blaine back into the bathroom while they shared a shower that somehow turned more intimate than intended with mouths and skin touching skin. Blaine’s cheeks were red when they emerged back at the gathering a short time later and not from the sun. He sipped on a beer during dinner, hoping the lot would think it was just from the drink and the sun. And they laughed at each other’s Sno-Cone stained mouths. Seb’s cherry red and tempting and Blaine’s an unnatural shade of blue as he happily ate the sticky sweet cotton candy flavor he’d chosen. The smell of fireworks and sunscreen and lake water filled the air and Blaine couldn't stop laughing at his boyfriend for all of his hopping about, the laughter pouring out of him as Seb squeaked and giggled like a teen as his shoe was singed. And for just this moment, remember why he’d been so upset before coming here.

He found himself relaxed on their blanket, following Seb’s line of sight to where Ras and Sabine sat close by. Red, white, blue and a tangle of other colors crashing overhead, lighting up the sky as he slipped his hand into Seb’s, giving his boyfriend a squeeze to reassure him. “Yes.” Blaine had made it his mission to make sure Ras didn’t get too nervous with all the fireworks. He’d been sending out a pleasant wave of energy to Seb’s companion all night long. Blaine turned his head and pressed a kiss to Seb’s shoulder before pulling back to smile up at him. The taller man tasted like the sun that he loved so damn much and Blaine was quiet for a moment as he basked in his glow. “Yeah, I have and well, Frey’s here also. She’s been hiding and watching him since we got here. I think the water and the fire are making her nervous.” He chuckled lowly, scooting a little closer to Seb. “She’s been watching all of us actually, I think. She knows a few of your favorite people are here so she feels obligated to keep us all safe. But, between you and me I think she’s mostly ere for Ras as well as your mom.” He paused, his thumb running over Seb’s knuckle gently. “Speaking of your mom- she’s gonna let me cook!” He laughed again, warmly. “She’s insisting on helping, so you were right about that. But, I get to cook. So, I guess I’ll be getting up a couple hours early tomorrow.” He leaned up and kissed Seb’s jaw. “Try not to miss me too much.”

He thought back to when he’d approached Sabine about doing breakfast, somewhere between dinner and Sno-Cones. She squeezed his hands comfortingly, her pretty face lighting up in a smile and a little eye roll that was reminiscent of Sebastian’s as she said of course you want to help. And of course you can. It pleased Blaine so much and again he struggled to remember what he’d been so worried about. But, he supposed that was the point. “Hey.” He mumbled and nudged Seb’s shoulder in an attempt to get him to look away from the colorful sky. “I love you so much, you know? In case I haven’t told you today.” He smiled fully,a little goofy, his face open and worry lines gone for the moment. “I’m sorry, it’s all just so romantic right now I just can’t help myself.”

Sebastian’s POV:

Sebastian nodded. “Thanks for doing that. He usually has to stay inside anytime there are fireworks.” He chuckled and shook his head because of course Freya was at the lake. “She’s magical, though. She’d be fine, right?” Sebastian looked at the lingering smoke in the night sky. “I mean, it is probably for the best that she stays hidden. Luke might try to take her home and how would we get out of that one?” He laughed a little to himself, picturing seven year old hands clutching the massive white fluff of Blaine’s familiar. Sebastian could imagine her bitchy face perfectly. He caught Blaine’s hand in his, “I’m glad. You’ll have fun together, I’m sure. She’s not the best cook but she tries. Not that I’m one to talk.” Sebastian smiled and looked down into Blaine’s warm eyes, they were practically sparkling with excitement. “You know I’ll be sleeping in.”

He looked back up after a loud ‘boom!’ sounded above them, the night sky filled with green and gold bursts of light. Sebastian looked back at the other man when he felt the nudge. He smiled, “I love you so much back.” Seb couldn’t help but chuckle and roll his eyes playfully. “That is one of the most you things you’ve ever said. Today was pretty great. Thanks for coming with me.”

Seb leaned in and gave Blaine a kiss as a big red firework exploded above them, painting their skin in a faint scarlet glow. “We should probably head inside soon since you have to get up early. Ras will probably stay out here with my mom. He loves her and doesn’t get to see her often.” He stood up and held his hand out to help the other man up. They walked over and said goodnight to Sabine, Sebastian gave her a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his pup’s shaggy fur. He felt the only kind of tired that you feel after a long day of sun and water. The kind of tired where skin has summer heat trapped inside and your bones feel water logged. Seb knew that he was going to fall asleep fast and soundly.

He had hardly stirred when Blaine left for the kitchen with a kiss but the smell of bacon definitely brought him out of his heavy slumber. Sebastian’s stomach growled and he could hear the din of dishes, the click of paws on tile, and his mother’s laughter float from the kitchen. He ran a hand over his sleepy eyes and stretched his limbs, threw on his tank top and green trunks from the night before and headed towards the welcoming sounds and smells. Sebastian walked in to see his boyfriend and mother finishing up the impressive spread, laughing and talking like old friends. Wick was working on pouring himself some coffee and nudged his own cup towards Sebastian. He took it with a grateful smile. Luke was sleepily nursing a bowl of watermelon. The rest of the family and guests were still asleep. “Smells great in here.” Seb’s voice was low and sleepy, he was sure his hair was still a mess. “Can I steal some of that bacon before Ras gets it all.”

Blaine’s POV:

After bidding Sabine and the pup and a few of the other adults a goodnight (the kids had fallen asleep in a haze of fireworks and excitement) Blaine let Sebastian lead him up the stairs and the two of them fell asleep hard, their energetic, sun soaked weekend catching up to them. Blaine’s arms wrapped tightly around Sebastian. He hardly even stirred when not even an hour later the door opened and an equally sleepy Ras padded in and fell asleep at their feet again. Blaine jerked awake once sometime around four in the morning, his subconscious telling him he was forgetting something. He pulled himself from Seb, and grudgingly popped himself back into his LeFay room to check in, making sure the magic in the school knew that he was around before he let himself go back to Sebastian’s arms for the night. The next thing he knew he was being quietly nudged awake by a bright eyed, fresh faced Sabine Smythe, already dressed and ready to conquer the day. She left the room so he could get ready and he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he got dressed and made his way down to the vast, open kitchen.

A familiar tug pulled at his heart as he thought back to all the times his own mother would wake him up so they could cook for his dad. And while he knew that Sabine wasn’t his mother it still lifted his heart knowing that she was there for him with the gentle way she showed him around the kitchen and the warm way she spoke to him. Plus, it made him happy knowing how much she loved Sebastian and seemed to be fond of Blaine himself. It meant a great deal to him and he hoped his smile and gratitude showed it. She’d even let him show her how to make the pancakes so that they’d be extra fluffy and she showed him how to brew a better pot of coffee, which was saying something as Blaine prided himself on his coffee and tea skills. Blaine had given Luke a bowl of watermelon to tide him over while they cooked. Both him and Sabine laughing as the kid all but fell asleep into his bowl. He smiled shyly up at his boyfriend as he heard his familiar sleep raspy voice coming down the stairs. He piled a generous amount of bacon on a plate for Sebastian and slid the plate over to him. He even managed to sneak Enjolras a piece.

“Good morning!” He greeted, and pressed an almost shy kiss to Seb’s lips as a hello. His cheeks were a little red knowing they had an audience, but Sabine’s energy seemed pleased, and Luke just huffed like children did when adults did adult things and Wick was too busy sucking down his coffee to even seem to notice. Slowly, one by one, the rest of the group arrived all of them seemingly impressed by the spread the two of them had prepared. Even Thomas Smythe, who rarely seemed impressed unless you presented him with a two hundred year old bottle of wine, was impressed. Giving Blaine a nod and a half smile over his morning paper. They ate, and talked and laughed for the next hour, the Sunday morning going just as smoothly as the rest of the weekend had and Blaine found himself not wanting to leave just yet. Alas, the two of them had a twelve hour drive ahead of them and if they wanted to be back before midnight they needed to leave soon. It wasn’t practical to magic travel with Ras in tow so a long drive it was. After their meal Blaine and Sebastian both helped leave the kitchen in the condition it was in when they arrived and went off to pack up.

They said their goodbyes, hugging Sabine and promising they’d be back around soon. A handshake for Thomas and Wick, and nods of farewell to the rest. Blaine had a breif talk with Luke about Star Wars and Harry Potter that Seb even joined in with where he could and they promised they’d see him on Thanksgiving this year. And maybe, yeah, maybe Ras could come. By eleven that morning they were off and on their way home. Ras was already snoring lightly in the back seat with Blaine’s help. Promises of Freya waiting for him when he got home lulling him. Though Blaine knew that Ras knew she had been nearby the whole time.

Somewhere around the six hour mark, after stopping for dinner, Blaine managed to let himself think about his dad and their disheartening conversation on Friday night. He reached for Seb’s hand before he started the car back up to finish their drive and quietly told him all about what had happened. Telling him that he didn’t want to tell him before because he didn’t want to ruin the weekend with his worries. His boyfriend had listened intently, a little frown on his face before cupping Blaine’s face and kissing him gently and telling him that he understood, and that he was there for him and made Blaine promise not to keep his worries to himself anymore in the future. It wasn’t going to ruin things, if anything Seb could make Blaine feel better about it if he’d let him. Blaine had promised and they finished the drive in a flourish of loud music and bad gas station coffee. The clock reading 12:06 am when they finally let themselves into Seb’s apartment. Ras bound over to Freya and licked her face like he hadn’t seen her in weeks. She then gave both Blaine and Seb a sniff before settling down on the couch with a sleeping Ras, apparently she was tired from the weekend too. Blaine and Seb managed to pull their luggage into the bedroom before sharing a quick, exhausted shower to wash the traveling away. The two of them fell into bed exhausted, eyes already closing, arms pulling each other close and their mouths pressing together in a sleepy kiss that promised something more tomorrow night.

/fin.

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