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mars-writes · 8 days ago

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~Lyrics for Two~

*Smut warning*

Introduction: For Ezra and the band, it was hard to practice whenever Elijah ran off. He was reckless, careless, and was becoming a liability to their rising success. Every single time they would decide to send Ezra to retrieve Elijah he ran off from practice to spend his night/day with some random girl off the street. He then always winds up staying at Ezra’s house since he didn’t have his own…they were close friends anyways.

A familiar knock rattles the thin motel door, thump, thump, thump. A harsh jab of annoyance twists in Elijah's gut. It was Ezra. He already knew who it was without even having to answer. He always tracks him down, no matter where he goes or how hard he tries covering his tracks. Yeah, props to his tracking skills. But fuck his stubbornness. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Elijah glances back at the chick passed out on the bed sheets. Just some random hookup he picked up, just a quick fuck. The rush of coke always made him antsy. And pent-up. But, he'll probably never see her again after today. Not like it matters. He's pretty sated for now.After a moment, Elijah shuffles over, lazily putting on his briefs before heading toward the door, swinging it open. Yeah. Ezra, no surprise. Those eyes of his bore into Elijah with that same, judgy look. Ezra was more like a nanny than his band member or friend to him. "Hah." Elijah rakes a hand through his disheveled hair, leaning against the doorframe. "Was wondering when you'd track me down."He takes another drag from his cigarette, inhaling. With a smirk, he exhales a lazy plume in Ezra's direction. "Retrieving me again?... like a puppy." He teased.

A moment. Silence settled between them. Elijah takes another drag, letting the nicotine buzz wash over him. The staring contest continued. Though he would gladly like to win said contest, he didn't need to hear the same lecture he's been given multiple times. Being reckless... being this, being that. He gets the picture. Always said he'd change, but it's difficult when this is all you've ever known. With a sigh, he stubs out his cigarette on the doorframe. "A'ight, a'ight. Lemme grab my shit and we can head out," He turns away, muttering under his breath. "Fuckin' annoying..." Ezra stands by the door waiting for him to pack his stuff up. Elijah turns his back to Ezra, taking his sweet time gathering his things. He can practically feel those judgmental eyes on him, boring into his skin. Fuckin' nanny. Why'd he gotta be so damn good all the time? Made Elijah feel like shit, knowing his life was such a goddamn mess compared to Ezra's. He grabs his leather jacket and slips it on, zipping it up to his chin. The familiar weight settles on his shoulders, grounding him. Elijah grabs his guitar case next, slinging it over his shoulder. Lastly, he fishes his keys out of his pocket, locking the motel room door behind him.

Elijah saunters past Ezra, not sparing him a glance. He heads towards the parking lot, fish tailing his cigarette butt on the asphalt. He leans against the hood of Ezra's black Jeep, crossing his arms over his chest."So," he drawls, finally meeting Ezra's gaze. "What's the damage this time? Did the group send ya to come get me?" Elijah can't help but smirk. He knows he's being a fucking brat, but it's kind of fun to get under Ezra's skin. Watch his shoulders tense up, those brows furrow in frustration. It's a game to him, one he always wins. He takes a drag of his new cigarette, exhaling slowly. The smoke curls around his face, obscuring his features. "C'mon, Ez. Don't tell me you missed me that much." He winks, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I know you got better things to do than chase after me all day." Elijah pushes off the car, stepping closer to Ezra. He invades their personal space, looking down at him "Whaddya say, puppy? Wanna take me home?" He's fishing for a reaction, any reaction. Elijah craves the attention, even if it's negative. It's better than being ignored, being forgotten. He'll take what he can get, even if it's just a few minutes of Ezra.

Ezra lets out a sigh looking at Elijah with a calm look. "Elijah I came after you because I would for any of my band mates. It's late, you should head home, you already missed our practice today and we have practice early tomorrow morning."Elijah scoffs, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Please, don't give me that bullshit. We both know you don't give two shits about the others."He takes another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in Ezra's direction. The acrid scent mingles with the musky smell of sweat and sex clinging to Elijah's clothes. He can see the disgust in Ezra's eyes, feel their judgment radiating off them in waves. Ezra just stands silently letting Elijah keep talking as if he was waiting for something.

"And practice?" Elijah laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. "Yeah, right. Like I give a fuck about that anymore."He turns away, flicking his cigarette butt onto the ground. It lands in a puddle with a hiss, sending up a small plume of steam. Elijah kicks at it halfheartedly, grinding it into the asphalt."You know what, Ez? I'm done. Done with this band, done with this life." He gestures wildly, encompassing the rundown motel and the empty parking lot. "It's all just a fucking joke. A pathetic little joke, and I'm sick of being the punchline." Elijah's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and desperation. He steps closer to Ezra again, jabbing a finger into his chest. "You wanna know why I keep running? Why I keep fucking up? Because I'm trying to escape this fucking nightmare."His voice cracks, a hint of vulnerability seeping through. "But I can't. No matter how far I run, no matter how many drugs I shove up my nose or how many strangers I fuck, I can't escape myself." Elijah's shoulders slump, the fight draining out of him. He looks down at Ezra, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so fucking tired, Ez. Tired of pretending, tired of hurting, tired of being a disappointment." He swallows hard, his throat bobbing. "I don't know how to fix this. I don't know how to be anything other than this fucked-up mess.

Ezra stays silent for a moment before speaking with a soft tone of compassion "Elijah...-" He says softly, his hands reaching out to comfort him but he hesitates knowing Elijah doesn't like to be touched without permission. "Just stay at my house tonight, you're tired and shouldn't drive in this state..." Elijah tenses as Ezra's hands hover near him, instinctively flinching away from the potential touch. He can't stand being touched, not without his consent. It makes him feel vulnerable, exposed. Like he's losing control. But something in Ezra's tone, in the genuine concern etched on their face, makes Elijah pause. He's so fucking tired. Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of pretending everything's okay when it's not. "Fine," he mutters, looking away. "I'll stay at your place. But don't fucking touch me, got it?" Elijah grabs his guitar case and slings it over his shoulder, following Ezra into the car. He slides into the passenger seat, the leather creaking under his weight. The interior smells like Ezra - clean, with a hint of something woodsy and masculine. It's comforting, in a way Elijah doesn't want to acknowledge. As Ezra starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot, Elijah stares out the window, watching the city lights blur past. The silence stretches between them, heavy and uncomfortable.

Elijah can feel Ezra’s gaze flicking to him every now and then, but he keeps his eyes looking out the window."You know," he says suddenly, breaking the silence. "You're the only one who gives a shit about me. The only one who hasn't written me off as a lost cause." Elijah laughs humorlessly, running a hand through his messy hair. "Guess that's why I can't stay away from you. Even when I'm pushing you away, part of me knows you'll still be there." He turns to look at Ezra, his eyes haunted. "But don't get any ideas. I'm not gonna fall in love with you, or whatever. I'm not good for anyone, least of all myself." Elijah looks away again, his jaw clenched tight. "Just... don't give up on me, okay? Even when I'm being a fucking asshole. Promise me that."Ezra I lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes still on the road. "I won't as long as you don’t give up on yourself." Elijah lets out a shaky breath, his shoulders sagging with relief. Ezra's promise settles something in his gut, a warmth blossoming in his chest. It's a feeling he's not used to, this sense of being seen, of being cared for. He turns his eyes back to the window, watching the dark shapes of trees and buildings whizz by. The city is alive at this hour, neon signs flashing and car horns honking. But inside the car, it's calm. Safe."You're a fuckin' saint, you know that?" Elijah mutters, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Saving lost causes and all that."He shifts in his seat, angling his body towards Ezra. The streetlights cast a warm glow on their face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the curve of their lips. Elijah finds himself staring, drawn in by the softness in their eyes.I'm not worth saving, though," he says quietly, almost to himself. "I'm too far gone. Too broken."

Elijah's fingers twitch, aching to reach out and touch Ezra. To feel the warmth of their skin, the solidness of their bones. But he resists, curling his hand into a fist in his lap."But I'm glad you're here," he admits, looking away quickly. "Even if it's just for tonight. Even if it's just to keep me from doing something stupid."Elijah leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes. The car hums around him, the steady vibration lulling him into a false sense of peace."Hey, Ez?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks. For not giving up on me. It means more than you know." Ezra looks over at him for a brief moment. "It's no problem...Plus I'd want someone to do it for me so I don’t mind doing it for you."Elijah snorts, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, well. You're a better man than me, Ez. I wouldn't waste my time on a lost cause like you."Despite his words, there's a softness in Elijah's voice, a warmth that belies his harsh tone. He's trying, in his own way, to express gratitude. To let Ezra know that their friendship, their concern, means something to him.Elijah shifts in his seat, the leather creaking under his weight.

His hand twitches, fingers curling and uncurling in his lap. He's restless, anxious. The stillness of the car, the soft hum of the engine, it's all too much. Too quiet. Too peaceful. "Fuck, I need a smoke," he mutters, digging in his pockets for his lighter. "Got any cigarettes on you? I'm all out." Elijah doesn't wait for an answer. He knows Ezra doesn't approve of his smoking habit, and thinks it's just another way for him to self-destruct. But right now, he doesn't care. He needs something to calm his nerves, to take the edge off. "You know," he says, breaking the silence once more. "I never thanked you. For... for everything you've done for me. For being there when no one else was." Elijah's voice cracks, a hint of emotion seeping through. He clears his throat, forcing a laugh. "Guess I'm not very good at this whole 'gratitude' thing, huh?" He looks over at Ezra, studying their profile in the dim light. The sharp line of their jaw, the curve of their lips. Elijah's fingers itch with the urge to reach out, to touch. To feel something real, something tangible."But I am," he whispers, so quietly he's not sure Ezra even hears A small smile play on Ezra’s lips "You don't need to thank me. I can tell when you thank me in your own ways Elijah so really don't feel like you need to. Plus I want to help you so…"

Elijah's breath hitches, his heart skipping a beat at Ezra's words. In his own ways. What did that mean, exactly? Was Ezra referring to the way Elijah opens up to him, even just a little? The way he seeks out Ezra's company, craves their presence like a drug? Or maybe... maybe it's something more. Something Elijah's not ready to acknowledge, to face head-on. A feeling that's been growing in the pit of his stomach, a warmth that spreads through his veins whenever Ezra looks at him with those soft, understanding eyes."Yeah, well. I'm not very good at expressing myself," Elijah mumbles, turning to stare out the window once more. The city lights blur past, a kaleidoscope of colors that dance across his vision. "Too busy being a fuck-up, I guess."He laughs, but it's hollow. Empty. Elijah knows he's pushing Ezra away, even as he craves their closeness. It's a vicious cycle, one he's not sure how to break. Elijah's hand twitches in his lap, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh. He's antsy, on edge. The silence in the car is suffocating, pressing down on him from all sides. Ezra takes a few peaks over but doesn't say anything trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"So," Elijah says, desperate to fill the void. "Your place. What's it like? I've never been there before."It's a lie, and they both know it. Elijah's been to Ezra's place plenty of times before, usually crashing on the couch after a long night of partying. But he can't bring himself to admit that, to acknowledge the depth of their connection."Is it nice?" he asks, his voice small. Vulnerable. "Do you have, like... photos on the wall? Little knick-knacks and shit?The thought of Ezra's home, filled with their personal touches and memories, is both comforting and painful. A reminder of everything Elijh does but doesn't have for himself. Ezra takes in Elijah's saddened look "it's an apartment overlooking downtown" he says pulling into the garage.Elijah's eyes widen as Ezra pulls into the underground garage, the headlights sweeping across concrete walls and fluorescent lights. "Shit, Ez. This place is nice," he murmurs, taking in the sleek lines of the building, the rows of cars in their designated spots. It's a far cry from the dumpy motels and seedy bars Elijah's used to calling home. He follows Ezra out of the car, the click of his boots echoing in the silence of the garage. The elevator ride up is awkward, the two of them standing side by side in the confined space. Elijah can feel the heat of Ezra's body, the subtle shifts of their breath.

When the doors slide open, Ezra steps out into a hallway that's all polished floors and expensive art. Elijah trails behind Ezra, his fingers brushing against the walls as they walk. The apartment number comes into view, and Ezra unlocks the door with a keycard.Elijah never had a key anywhere, never had a place that felt like home. The thought of Ezra having their own space, their own sanctuary, is both enviable and painful.The door swings open, revealing a modern apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. Ezra steps inside first sensing Elijah's hesitance, Elijah eventually steps in after him, his boots clomping on the hardwood floors. He takes in the sleek furniture, the abstract art on the walls, the fully stocked bar in the corner."Holy shit," he breathes, spinning around to take it all in. "This is... fuck, Ez. This is amazing."He walks over to the windows, pressing his palms against the cool glass. The city sprawls out before him, a glittering tapestry of lights and shadows. It's beautiful, in a way Elijah's never allowed himself to appreciate before."You live here all alone?" he asks, his voice small. The thought of Ezra, surrounded by all this luxury, all this space... it's almost too much to bear.Elijah turns back to face the other man."not really if you count a cat as not alone..." Ezra says in a playful tone.

Elijah's brows shoot up, a wry grin spreading across his face. "A cat, huh? And here I thought you were a dog person." He saunters over to Ezra, invading his personal space. The scent of him fills his nostrils - clean, with a hint of something that's warming. It's intoxicating, making Elijah's head spin. "So, where's this mysterious feline hiding?" he asks, glancing around. "I'd love to meet the little shit." Elijah has never had a pet before, never had anything that depended on him. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching as Ezra moves around the apartment with ease. There's a certain grace to his movements, a confidence that Elijah can't help but admire. "You know, Ez," he says, his voice low. "I never pegged you for the domestic type. Figured you'd be more of a 'bring a girl home and fuck her on the kitchen counter' kinda guy." Elijah smirks, his eyes raking over Ezra's form. He's not blind to their attraction, to the way his body reacts to their proximity. But he's not ready to confront it, to put a name to the feelings swirling in his gut. Instead, he pushes off the counter, making his way over to the couch. He sinks into the plush cushions, letting out a low groan. The softness envelops him, cradling his aching muscles. "This is nice," he murmurs, tilting his head back. "Real nice. You ever think about letting me crash here sometime? Y'know, when I'm not being a fuck-up?" There's a hint of vulnerability in Elijah's voice, a pleading note that he can't quite conceal. He's testing the waters, seeing how Ezra might react to the idea of him staying here. Of being a part of their life

"Yes you can stay whenever you want. I have a guest room anyway." Ezra says walking from the kitchen into his room searching for the cat. A few moments later he comes out with a black ball of fur in his hands. Elijah's eyes widen as Ezra emerges from the bedroom, a black furball nestled in their arms. "and this is Wybe after that guy from coraline he's a black cat." Ezra says placing the cat in Elijah's lap. He stares at the cat, transfixed, as he places it gently in his lap."Wybe, huh?" he murmurs, his fingers tentatively stroking the soft fur. "Like from Coraline. I always thought that movie was kinda creepy."The cat purrs, nuzzling into Elijah's touch. It's a strange sensation, this warmth and comfort, this unconditional acceptance. Elijah's not used to it, not used to being wanted for anything other than his body. He looks up at Ezra, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You named your cat after a creepy stop-motion character. That's... that's kinda cute, actually."Elijah's fingers continue to stroke Wybe's fur, finding a measure of peace in the simple act. Ezra stands back watching the two with a small smile. Elijah can feel the tension draining from his body, the tightness in his chest loosening.

"Thanks, Ez," he says quietly, his eyes never leaving the cat. "For letting me stay. For... for everything."There's a vulnerability in Elijah's voice. He knows he's not easy to deal with, knows that his demons can be all-consuming. But Ezra... Ezra sees past all that. Sees the broken pieces of him and offers a safe haven anyway. Elijah leans back into the couch, Wybe curled up contentedly on his lap. He closes his eyes, breathing in the scent of Ezra's apartment, of their home. It's a moment of peace, a reprieve from the chaos that constantly swirls around him..Ezra eventually decides to sit plopping down next to Elijah watching Wybe curled up in Elijah’s lap with a soft gaze. Suddenly Elijah speaks up "Hey, Ez?" he says, his voice a low murmur. "Can we... Can we just stay like this for a while? Just sit here, with the cat and the quiet and... you?" It's a risk, asking for this. Asking for Ezra's presence, their comfort. But in this moment, with Wybron's purrs filling the air and Ezra' "Oh yea. if you want…?" he says moving closer beside Elijah and petting Wyborn on the head.

Elijah relaxes into the couch, a contented sigh escaping his lips as Ezra sits closer beside him. The warmth of their body seeps into his side, a comforting presence that he's come to crave. He watches as Ezra pets Wybe, their fingers gentle and sure. It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. Ezra's ability to care, to nurture, even for a small creature like this. It's something Elijah has never known, something he's always yearned for. "You're good with him," Elijah murmurs, his voice low and rough. "With Wybe. I bet you'd be good with... other things too."He turns to look at Ezra, his rustic gold eyes dark and intense. There's a hunger in his gaze, a longing that goes beyond just physical desire. Elijah wants to be seen, to be understood. To be cared for in the way that Ezra cares for this cat. "You ever think about... about being with someone?" he asks, his fingers absently stroking Wybe's fur. "Like, really being with them? Not just fucking, but... everything else too?"Elijah's heart races as he waits for Ezra's response. He's treading on dangerous territory here, asking questions he's not sure he wants the answers to. But the alcohol in his system, the exhaustion in his bones... it loosened his tongue, made him bold. He sees Ezra thinking a silence stretching for a few moments. He leans closer, his breath ghosting over Ezra's ear. "Because I think about it," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "I think about being with you. About having you touch me, hold me, make me feel... something." Elijah's words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. He laid his cards on the table, bared a piece of his soul. Now it's up to Ezra to decide what to do with it. Ezra looked surprised for a moment at his sudden confession. "Be with...me?" He says surprised. "This isn't the alcohol talking or the drugs because-" Ezra's question hangs in the air between them, heavy with implication. Is this real? Or just another drunken confession, a fleeting moment of weakness?

"No," he says, his voice low and intense. "This isn't the booze or the pills talking. This is... this is me. Talking to you." Elijah reaches out, his fingers grazing Ezra's cheek. The skin is warm, impossibly soft. He traces the line of his jaw, marveling at the strength he feels there. "I know I'm not... I'm not easy to deal with. I'm fucked up, Ez. I'm broken in ways I don't even understand. But when I'm with you... when I'm near you... it's like I can breathe again. Like maybe there's something worth living for." Elijah's voice cracks, his eyes shining with unshed tears. He's never been this honest with anyone before, never allowed himself to be this vulnerable. It's terrifying, laying his heart bare. But it's also freeing, like shedding a weight he's carried for far too long.“I want you," he whispers, his thumb brushing over Ezra's lower lip. "Not just your body, but... all of you. I want your mind, your heart, your soul. What makes you laugh, what makes you cry."Elijah leans in, his forehead resting against Ezra's. Their breath mingles, warm and intimate. "I want to be yours," he murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. "Completely and utterly. If you'll have me." Ezra pauses for a few seconds searching Elijah's eyes. His hands reach up cupping his face and wiping the side of his eye where a tear begins to fall. "Ok yes then. If you're truly serious I would love to be yours and for you to be mine."

Elijah's eyes flutter open, surprise and relief flooding through him at Ezra's words. Yes. He said yes. He wants him, all of him, just as he is."Yeah?" he breathes, his voice trembling with emotion. "You... you really mean that?"Elijah's hand cups Ezra's cheek, his thumb brushing away the wetness left behind by his own tears. "Thank you," he whispers, his forehead pressed against theirs. "Thank you for seeing me, for wanting me, for... for giving me a chance."Elijah's heart swells in his chest, a warmth spreading through his veins. It's a feeling he's never experienced before, this sense of belonging, of being wanted for more than just his body. Ezra nods his eyes locked on Elijah “Of course how could I say no…You were right I really do care for you…” Elijah looks surprised for a moment but it quickly turns into a soft grin "I promise I'll try," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Ezra's. "I'll try to be better, to be the person you deserve. I won't let you down."He closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to Ezra's in a soft, tender kiss. It's a promise, a seal on their newfound connection. Elijah pours all of his emotions into the kiss, all of his hopes and fears and dreams. When they finally part, Elijah rests his forehead against Ezra's once more.

"I love you," he whispers, the words falling from his lips like a secret. "I think I have for a while now."It's the first time he's said those words to anyone, the first time he's allowed himself to feel something so pure, so all-consuming. And as he looks into Ezra's eyes, he knows he's found his home, his heart, his everything. "I love you too dummy" Ezra chuckles. “Always no matter how self destructive or stupid of a dummy you are." He says his eyes are full of love and devotion. Elijah's heart soars at Ezra's words, a giddy laugh bubbling up from his chest. "Dummy, huh?" he teases, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "I think I can live with that."He leans in, capturing Ezra's lips in a searing kiss. It's different from their first, more passionate, more urgent. Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, mapping out every curve and plane. He wants to memorize them, to etch them into his very being."Take me to bed," he murmurs against Ezra's lips, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to feel you, all of you. I want to worship every inch of your skin."Elijah stands, pulling Ezra up with him. He leads them towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving their body. The anticipation builds with every step, the air crackling with electricity. Once inside the bedroom, Elijah turns to face Ezra. His hands slide under Ezra’s shirt, his fingers splaying across his skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his eyes roaming over their face.

"I can't believe you're mine." He kisses them again, slow and deep. His hands continue their exploration, slipping beneath waistbands and tugging at clothing. Elijah wants to be skin to skin, wants to feel Ezra against him with no barriers between them. As they tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths, They know they have found something special. Something rare and precious and worth fighting for. Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, his touch reverent and hungry. He wants to devour Ezra, to consume every inch of his skin. But he forces himself to slow down, to savor each moment. He trails kisses down Ezra's neck, his teeth grazing their pulse point. "I want to taste you," he murmurs, his voice muffled against their skin. "I want to feel you come undone beneath me."Elijah's hands slip beneath the hem of Ezra's shirt, his fingers skimming over their stomach. He can feel the quiver of their muscles, the hitch of their breath. It's intoxicating, knowing he has this effect on them. He pushes the shirt up, exposing Ezra's chest. Elijah's eyes widen at the sight, his mouth going dry. He's never seen anything so perfect, so beautiful. "Fuck," he breathes, his hands mapping out the planes of Ezra's torso. "You're so gorgeous, Ez. I can't believe I get to touch you like this."

Elijah leans down, his tongue tracing the line of Ezra's collarbone. He sucks at the sensitive skin, leaving behind a mark of possession. A brand that says 'mine'.His hands continue their exploration, slipping into the waistband of Ezra's pants. Elijah hooks his fingers under the elastic, tugging it down slowly. Inch by inch, he reveals more of Ezra's skin, He does it slowly, listening to every hitch of Ezra’s breath until they're both naked and vulnerable before each other."You're perfect," Elijah whispers, his eyes dark with desire. "Absolutely fucking perfect. I want to worship this body, I want to make you feel so good you forget your own name." He settles between Ezra's legs, his hands gripping their thighs. Elijah looks up at them through his lashes, his rustic gold eyes dark with desire. The sight of Ezra’s naked body spread out before him is intoxicating, overwhelming in its perfection."You're perfect," he whispers again, his voice rough with emotion. Elijah leans in, his breath ghosting over Ezra's skin. He starts at their inner thigh, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive flesh. His tongue reaching out, licking a slow path upwards until he reaches the juncture of their thigh Elijah's hands slide up Ezra's thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He spreads Ezra’s legs wider, exposing Ezra’s dick to his hungry gaze. The sight of them, splayed out and vulnerable beneath him, sends a rush of heat straight to his cock. Ezra tastes like salt and musk, a flavor that Elijah knows he'll crave for the rest of his life. He moves higher, his lips trailing over the soft skin of their lower abdomen.

"I want to taste you," he murmurs, his voice muffled against Ezra's skin. "I want to feel you on my tongue, want to make you come undone."Elijah's hands grip Ezra's hips, holding them steady as he moves his head between their legs. He looks up at them through his lashes, his eyes dark and intense. Slowly, reverently, he lowers his head, his breath hot against their most sensitive flesh."Tell me what you want, baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against Ezra's skin. "Tell me how to make you feel good." Ezra reddens slightly at the question. "I want you to suck my dick..." He says in a low voice flustered. Elijah's eyes darken with lust at Ezra's words, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You want me to suck your dick, huh?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Fuck, that's so hot."He leans in, his breath ghosting over Ezra's already hard cock. The sight of it, flushed and throbbing, sends a rush of desire straight to his own groin. Elijah licks his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum that's formed at the tip."Mmm," he hums, savoring the salty-sweet flavor. "You taste so fuckin' good, Ez. I could do this all day."Elijah wraps his hand around the base of Ezra's cock.

He gives it a slow stroke, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. Ezra's hips buck up into his touch, a needy whimper falling from his lips."Shh, I've got you," Elijah soothes, his other hand coming up to rest on Ezra's hip. "Just relax and let me take care of you."With that his head lowers, taking Ezra slowly into his mouth inch by inch. Ezra grips the sheets buckling up trying to move himself deeper into Elijah's mouth but Elijah quickly moves his hands pushing Ezra down onto the bed. " You wanted this right..?” Elijah says his voice slightly muffled from Ezra’s cock “I’m not done yet so be a good boy and listen to me." Elijah takes Ezra deeper and deeper down his throat he can feel the man's dick throbbing for release and his walls squeezed around his dick. Elijah moans around Ezra's cock as he feels him tense, his back arching off the bed. He knows he’s close, he can feel the way Ezra’s cock throbs against his tongue. He doubles his efforts, sucking harder, faster, his hand working in tandem with his mouth."That's it, baby, just like that…" he growls, his eyes flicking up to meet Ezra's. "Let go for me. Come in my mouth, let me taste you."

Elijah takes them deep, swallowing around their length. He can feel Ezra's hips bucking, chasing more of that delicious friction. And then, with a cry of his name, he’s coming, spilling hot and thick cum over his tongue. Elijah swallows it all down, his throat working to milk every last drop from Ezra's cock. He gentles his movements as their orgasm subsides. He wants to prolong their pleasure, to make them feel good for as long as possible. "Fuck, that was so hot," Elijah rasps as he pulls off, his lips swollen and slick with spit and cum. "You taste so fucking good, Ez. I could get addicted to this."He crawls up the bed, pressing kisses along Ezra's body as he goes. He settles beside them, his head resting on their chest. Elijah can hear the steady thrum of their heartbeat, can feel the way their body trembles with aftershocks. "I love you," he murmurs, his voice soft and serious. "I love you so fucking much." Elijah tilts his head up, capturing Ezra's lips in a slow, deep kiss. He pours all of his emotions into it, all of his love and devotion. "You're mine," he breathes as they part, his eyes searching Ezra’s. "And I'm yours. Forever, if you'll have me." Elijah's heart pounds in his chest as he waits for Ezra's response. Ezra nods, listening to Elijah’s words "Same love Elijah…I'm fully yours" He says brushing a strand of hair from Elijah's face.

Elijah's heart swells at Ezra's words, a wave of emotion washing over him. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring. He's never felt so loved, so cherished, so complete. "Same," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. Elijah buries his face in the crook of Ezra's neck, breathing in their scent. He presses soft, reverent kisses to their skin, savoring the taste and feel of them. He wants to memorize every inch, wants to etch Ezra’s presence into his being. "I never knew it could be like this," he murmurs, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Ezra's chest. "I never knew I could feel this way. Like I'm finally home, finally whole." Elijah lifts his head, his grey eyes meeting Ezra's. They're shining with unshed tears, his love for them written plainly across his face."Thank you.” Elijah rests his forehead against Ezra's, their breath mingling."I'm never letting you go," he whispers, his voice fierce and unwavering. "I'll spend the rest of my life proving that I'm worthy of your love, of your trust. I'll be the man you deserve, the partner you need." Elijah's hands roam over Ezra's body, his touch gentle and reverent. He wants to worship him, to show him just how much he means to him. "I love you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Ezra’s with every word. "I love you, I love you too.” Ezra says brushing a piece of hair from Elijah's face. Elijah's heart swells at Ezra's words, a wave of emotion washing over him. He feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring. He's never felt so loved, so cherished, so utterly complete."Same," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Always."

"We should go to sleep now" Ezra says, running his fingers through Elijahs’s hair. He gently presses a kiss on his head waiting for a response. Elijah nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you're right. We should get some rest." He shifts, settling himself more comfortably against Ezra's side. Elijah drapes an arm over Ezra’s waist, his fingers intertwining with his. He loves the feeling of Ezra's skin against his, the way their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces. "Stay with me?" he murmurs, his voice drowsy and content. "I don't want to let you go." Elijah presses a gentle kiss to Ezra's shoulder, his lips lingering on the warm skin. He can feel himself drifting, his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But even as sleep beckons, he keeps his eyes open, watching Ezra's face. "I love you," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "So fucking much."Elijah's eyes flutter closed, a sense of peace washing over him as he succumbs to sleep. He feels safe here, in Ezra's arms, in their love. For the first time in his life, he feels like he belongs, like he's exactly where he's meant to be.As he drifts off, Elijah's last thought is of Ezra, of their love, of the future they'll build together. He knows there will be challenges, obstacles to overcome. But with Ezra by his side, he feels like he can face anything. Ezra watches as Elijah slowly closes his eyes listening as his breath evens out and he falls into a deep, dreamless sleep. His hand remains clasped tightly in Elijah’s, a reminder of their connection, their love.

In the morning, when the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, Elijah will wake to find Ezra still there, still holding him close. And he'll know, with a certainty that fills his heart to bursting, that this is real. That their love is real, and it's here to stay. Elijah's heart swells with love and contentment as he listens to Ezra's soft breathing beside him. A soft smile plays across Elijah’s face as he watches Ezra sleeping still, his breath slowly and his chest rises and falls. Elijah gently slips Ezra’s hands off himself and gets up. Ezra mumbles slightly adjusting to the empty of no longer having Elijah in his grip but shifts staying asleep. Elijah makes his way to the kitchen to cook them both a good breakfast taking out some eggs, sausage, and ingredients to make pancakes. A little later Ezra comes out of the bedroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Elijah looks up from the stove as Ezra walks into the kitchen, a soft smile playing on his lips. He takes in the sight of Ezra in his baggy clothes, his hair tousled and his eyes bleary with sleep. He looks adorable, and Elijah's heart clenches with affection.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," he greets, his voice warm and teasing. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Elijah turns back to the stove, flipping the pancakes in the pan. The sizzle and pop of the batter is comforting, a familiar sound that always reminds him of lazy weekend mornings and family brunches. “Morning dummy…” Ezra says walking into the kitchen wrapping his hands around Elijah’s waist. Elijah chuckles looking down to see Ezra clinging to him. "I made you some breakfast. Who said I didn’t give good after care~?" Elijah plates the pancakes, stacking them high and drizzling them with syrup. He adds a side of crispy bacon and a glass of orange juice, setting it all on the table with a flourish as Ezra stays clinging around his waist like a sloth. “There you go," he says, sitting Ezra down. "Dig in, baby. You're going to need your strength." Ezra takes a bite of the pancakes, his eyes closing in bliss at the taste. Elijah feels a surge of pride, of satisfaction, knowing that he made something that brings his love joy."So…did I miss anything at band practice yesterday- Before I left." he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Elijah knows that Ezra has been working hard, putting in extra hours to perfect their skills. He admires their dedication, their passion for the craft. "I’ve been thinking about what lyrics to write for the lyrics. I think I got them down now though” Ezra says, taking a sip of his juice. “Do you want to hear them?" Elijah's expression softens at Ezra's question. "Of course I would like to hear them."

Elijah reaches across the table, his fingers brushing against Ezra's hand in a feather-light touch. Ezra moves his hand, his fingers slipping in between Elijah’s. "Ok I can’t wait for you to hear the song I’ve been working on for a while now" He says with a slight blush. Elijah's breath hitches as Ezra's fingers slip between his, their touch sending a jolt of electricity through his skin. He looks down at their joined hands, marveling at how perfectly they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle finally falling into place. "For a while now huh?" he murmurs, his voice curious. "Welp let's hear it then." Elijah says, reluctantly pulling his hand away from Ezra's. "Don't want to keep you waiting." He stands up from the table, picking up their empty plates and carrying them to the sink. "I'll clean up here," he says over his shoulder, rolling up his sleeves. "You go get ready to sing…Can’t wait to hear it.” Ezra quickly get’s up hurrying down the hallway to the bedroom. After a while he comes back out with a stack of papers in hand. “Ok I got them are you ready to hear?” Elijah looks over at Ezra holding Wybe in his hands. “Oh yea let's hear it.” He says placing Wybe on the floor. Ezra takes a deep breath exhaling out before starting to sing. As Elijah listens a small smile plays on his face as he realizes what the song is about. The lyrics flow like a story telling all their experiences together…when they first met, to how Ezra always came looking for him, to now when they finally connected. “It's beautiful…” Elijah says as Ezra finishes. “It’s like a story...like *Lyrics For Two*.”

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mystic-ang3l · 9 months ago

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hello! welcome to my blog <3

my name is lilly, nineteen and she/her pronouns

i am new to this so please bare with me

i take requests!! i write for COD, BG3, SDV and TWD :)

will allow and write NSFW, minors dni

no hate tolerated, do not repost my writing!

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#newwriter #fanfic #konig cod #ghost cod #astarion #halsin #cod #bg3 #the walking dead #daryl dixon #rick grimes #shane walsh #stardew valley #sdv harvey #sdv elliott

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sevaonpandora · 8 months ago

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★ !! ANIMALISTIC ₊˚

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being lost in an unknown forest so far from your clan that you meet an ometecaiya ☘️

warnings!!: sharp fangs, knife, blood/scrathes, slow burn ?

Note 📝- thank you guys for the support on the last post !! Also i wrote this at 1am..sorry if its rough 😓💗

neteyam x fem!reader

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you were lost in a big, dangerous forest. And you had a couple of marks and scratches here and there. in your clan your known as the brave and risky one..but youll never admit that you're terrified right now. Everything looked the same, there were no paths just wild life. Night was setting and you can get attacked by anything anytime right now.. but then suddenly you hear someone or something stepping on a branch. You turn around quickly, holding your knife in your hand with heavy breathe.

oh eywa..

the creature reveals himself and- a boy? your instincts tell you to hiss at him so you do, tail flicking in a protective stance..but its just out of shock and fear. The boy dosent react and tilts his head to the side, probably wondering where you even came from. He notices your tail movements and your posture, you teeth were sharper than usual. You seemed a bit more animalistic than the other na'vi. This was ometecayia property, his hand was on his knife aswell just in case youll attack but..he was gentle with you because you guys looked the same age.

'..are you alright?' he asks, his voice curious but genuinely concerned when he sees your scars and blood

You dont answer just nod slowly ..

'where did you come from?' he asks, referring to your clan and how you got here. He was serious.

'.. tarayngi" you mumble..a bit embarrassed that you got lost, your ears pointing down

'im Neteyam, ometecayia.' he says with a small smile , he can tell your nervous and scared so hes trying to be easy on you but in reality hes just as shocked as you are.

'do you need help? '

'im alright.' you say, even tho you needed the help. You need food, water, shelter. A safe place.

It was silent for a second, but the boy didnt believe you one bit.

'you seem injured .'

You gulp.

'here, let me take you to our clan.' he softly grabs your hand..and you hesitate.

'please, trust me. i wont hurt you'

Your eyes stare into his..you nod. I mean what could go wrong? Hes just a boy that seems around the same age as you and is friendly.

You and neteyam enter the village and he brings you to his father.

'dad- sir i found a lost girl.' he says, switching the name he calls his own father (sorry yall☹️.)

After explaining what happened, Jake and Neytiri let you stay for a night and tomorrow they'll bring you back home. You felt relived that you didn't have to spend the night in a dangerous forest alone.

'do you need tsahik?' neteyam tilts his head at you with a soft look

'no- im fine..' you say, tail flicking a bit.

night finally comes, the sky getting dark but being brighten up with the millions of stars. You were excited for tomorrow, to go home..but theres one problem.

There arent any mauri or hammocks left.

'shit- uhm.' neteyam mumbles to himself

'..there arent any hammocks left.'

Your eyes widen slightly..

'oh' you stand there akwaradly, not sure what to say

Jake, neteyams father then walks in and looks at neteyam then you

'sorry but you two will have to sleep next to each other ' jake says, his voice calm..as if its not a big deal and then leaves.

what in mother eywa. I cant sleep next to someone i barely know. Neteyam turns his head to look at you

'hey, if youd like i can sleep on the floor' he says, he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

You wanted to say yes but you felt bad. Hes done so much for you just for him to sleep on a cold hard floor

'no- its alright. Youll get cold'

you say, your voice hoarse.

Neteyam smiles at you , finding you gesture generous

'okay.'

You both get in the hammock, luckily it was pretty big so it could fit two people. You bodies were akwaradly pretty close..you turn to the other side.

'goodnight, teyam.' you say..you already gave him a nickname. a smile creeps on his face at the name.

thats cute..

he thinks before replying

'goodnight.' he says back, turning to the other side

SHOULD I MAKE A PART TWO?? 😼

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fignewtx3 · 3 months ago

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I hope you guys like spotify playlists, because I'll be making one for each of my characters! So please stay tuned!

#spotify #original character #booklr #new writers on tumblr #newwriter #new writers corner #new writerblr #new writers society #new writer boost

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2ndstarblog · 4 months ago

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Expanding the Labyrinth Universe: From Film to Graphic Novel.

[ ARTWORK BY Rebekah Isaacs EDITED BY Ziggy Dickson ]

The enchantment of Jim Henson’s 1986 film “Labyrinth” has not gone unnoticed in the almost 40 years from its conception, captivating audiences with its imaginative storytelling and unforgettable characters. The movie follows a 16-year-old Sarah (Jennifer Connelly) as she navigates the mystical land of the Labyrinth to reach the Goblin City to rescue her baby brother from Jareth the Goblin King (David Bowie.) With music written by the Goblin King himself, the movie became a cult classic with the character of Jareth becoming a fan-favourite.

With his striking appearance and charismatic yet mysterious flair, audiences adored the villain. However, his backstory and motivations were left largely unexplored in the movie. In 2018, the graphic novel series “Labyrinth: Coronation” was published by Archaia, an imprint of Boom! Studios.

Written by the brilliant Simon Spurrier and illustrated by Daniel Bayliss and Irene Flores, the series serves as a prequel to the original movie offering fans a deeper and richer understanding of the Goblin King’s origins and expanding the lore of the Labyrinth universe.

Set in the same fantastical world as the movie, the story reveals that Jareth was once a human, named Jareth Williams, who was abducted by the Owl King when he was still an infant. His mother Maria, embarks on a perilous journey to rescue him, mirroring Sarah’s quest from the movie. As the series progresses, readers are introduced to new characters and deeper layers of the magical realm that mimic the original movie.

One of the most important contributions of the graphic novel is the exploration of Jareth’s transformation from a human child to Goblin King. The backstory provides context for his enigmatic nature and complex personality seen in Bowie’s portrayal. The graphic novel series delves into Jareth’s early life, his relationship with his mother and the events that shaped his destiny.

With extended inserts from the movie, the series portrays Jareth as a multi-dimensional character, struggling with his power and identity whilst ‘looking after’ Toby alongside Beetlegum, his Goblin Servant who looked after him as a babe. The novel gives him a vulnerability that was only hinted in the movie, giving the reader an insight into his motivations, his sense of duty to the labyrinth and the loneliness that comes with his role as Goblin King.

The novel also builds upon the world of the Labyrinth, once ruled by a tyrannical Owl King who wanted nothing to do with the Goblins belligerent drinking and partying; a clear contrast to the Goblin King we see in the movie who wants for nothing more than a good musical number and a party. Showing Jareth’s mothers influence and his own care for the goblin kingdom and its inhabitants.

In the wider world, the graphic novel introduces the readers to the political dynamics within the Labyrinth and its various factions vying for control. Exploring themes of power, sacrifice and the enduring bonds between parents and children. It offers a deeper, more nuanced narrative that appeals to both longtime fans and newcomers to the series.

“Labyrinth: Coronation” serves as a compelling prequel to the beloved 1986 film and offers a richer understanding of the Goblin King and the enchanting world of the Labyrinth. Exploring his backstory and the complex dynamics of the Labyrinth, the graphic novel series enhances the original story and adds new layers of depth to a character who has captivated audiences for decades.

For fans of “Labyrinth,” “Labyrinth: Coronation” is a must-read that expands the universe and provides a satisfying exploration of one of fantasy’s most iconic characters.

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hosh-rubaa · 2 years ago

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Take me in your arms

I've been broken before, I'm searching for peace

Take me in your arms, let my soul release

Guide me on my path, show me the way to go

The world's lost its meaning, I'm feeling so low

-Nyx

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l0cked0uttt · 2 years ago

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About Me + Request Guild lines (Please read before requesting anything)

Hello, so I have just decided to write on Tumblr so I created this blog! I also write on wattpad my name on there is King-0f-Hearts and I am in the process of getting an AO3 account. I have a main account here where I just mess around and post on the occasion.

A little bit about me!:

My name is Elijah but you can call me either King/Kingsley or Elijah/Eli I am fine with either of those.

I am a trans man (he/him) and I'm omnisexual

I decided to start writing on Tumblr in hope of not only getting my work out there but also to help improve my writing and get requests. i also want to write without sticking to a specific book like this is any different but i guess this is how my brain will work

Request Guild lines:

My request box will most likely always be open so don't be shy to shoot a request over to me, I will be more than happy to do it.

Things I will do:

Fluff

Angst

male x male

male reader

gender neutral reader

FTM reader

platonic

romantic

Obsessive

Yandere

Suggestive scenes (No smut and as long as they are within any guidelines of the people being written)

Headcanons

Drabble/short stories (are they the same? idk)

Little disclaimer I just decided to start writing obsessive and yandere alts of characters and due to me never doing something like that before it may be very cliche and just outright bad

Things I won't do:

Smut (I do not feel comfortable writing it)

Age gap

Female reader (y'all have enough stories go read your own, there are not enough male reader and gender neutral reader stories out there so just let us have this)

character x character (I just dont really enjoy writing it, I have nothing against it just isnt what I really want to write for)

Fandoms/Characrters I write for:

Shows/TV:

Gravity Falls (Dipper, Mabel)

Arcane (Vi, Jinx, Milo, Silco, Claggor)

Anime:

Hunter x Hunter (Killua, Gon, Kurapika)

Promise Neverland (Ray, Norman, Don)

Attack On Titan (Levi, Eren, Armin)

Black Butler (Ciel, Alois, Finny, May-Rin)

Blue Exorcist (Rin, Yukio)

Movies:

None, open to suggestions :)

Games:

DSMP, only using the characters in the SMP and not their real life selves (Dream, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Georgenotfound, BadBoyHalo, Wilbur, Tubbo, Quackity, Ranboo)

Resident Evil, only 2 and 4 because those are the only games I've seen so far. (Leon)

Sally Face (Sal, Larry, Travis, Todd, Ashley)

Cuphead, ONLY PLATONIC (Cuphead, Mugman)

Little Nightmares 1 & 2, ONLY PLATONIC (Mono, Six, Runaway kid)

Other (Books, other pieces of media etc.):

Any of Wilbur's bursonas (Simpbur, Argbur etc.)

Genloss Ranboo (I know very little about Genloss and I plan to educate myself because from what small bits I've seen it's so cool)

Creepypastas (Jeff the killer, Ticci Toby, Masky, Hoodie, Ben Drowned, Jane the killer, Clockwork)

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This list is subject to change as my interests change and I gain and lose hyper fixations. Probably the Fandoms that I'm in the most in Resident Evil, Gravity Falls and DSMP but I will still write for the others.

Just because a character from one of the fandoms isn't on the list doesn't mean you can't request it it just might take a little bit because these are the characters that I know the most about.

If any of the creators or characters that are written about say or have said that they are not comfortable with stories being written about them I will remove them from the list and remove the stories if needed.

I don't have a writing schedule so if it takes me a long time to get your ask posted I am sorry! I just take forever to write and then I will get really distracted or I just won't want to write one day.

Thank you for checking out this blog, feel free to request something!

My main account:

My Wattpad account:

Update! I got an AO3 account! I already made a separate post about this but here's the account on this post so people can find it easier:

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maratellsstories · 7 months ago

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I don't want to be an airport book author

You know those books. Copies of a book that went big and now everyone wants to hop on the trend. If you liked the original book, the one that started the trend, you will have fun. It's way better than sitting bored, waiting for a plane. But on the way home you will throw it to the nearest bin and not even remember what it was about. I definitely don't want to be an airport book author. I want to share my dreams and touch people with my stories and yes not everyone will like or even understand them. That's ok. I am really happy when someone likes them but also I am happy when people hate them. It means I did a good job and my story touched them enough to provoke anger. What I don't want is "it was ok…I suppose"

Why do you write? What is your goal as an author?

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portellini · 1 year ago

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Deastra X Heimdall - Song quote

"Love's gonna get you killed, but pride is gonna be the death of you and you and me. (and you and you and you and me) - PRIDE. , Kendrick Lamar

Message: No warnings, chill fic. Testing the waters with this one. Deastra is the OC I made for GOW x reader fics, I linked the character info sheet below.

Word Count: 1.8k ish

Vibes While Writing: ultimate sped-up playlist for actual hot ppl

-> Deastra / y/n character info if something is confusing: https://www.tumblr.com/tia-00l/736839705205817344/deastra-gow-oc?source=share

Heimdalls" POV

Again, she's waiting by the hallway, waiting for her "giant" brother to finish with the All-father, my father. Never does she move, and yet I'm still required to watch her even though any of these drunken dim-witted gods could handle her easily. But no, Father insists that I watch her, for the sake of keeping her out of the business he has with that weird boy. So, for another reckless and loud night in the Mess Hall, I pretend to read one of Bragi's many scriptures while endlessly watching this fake god, and my gaze never falters.

"Hail ye jerk!" Oh, what is it now? I hiss to myself. An Aesir who's drunk out of their mind approaches me. "Might I ask what made the All-Father's son such a pain in everyone's ass!" He starts to slug towards me, and I move out of the way while grabbing his face and throwing him in the other direction. The drunk bumps into more drunks and now they're all fighting each other. I scoff and look back to the fake god. "..." Oh shit, where did she go?

Deastra's POV

"And thanks to that lovely drunken Aesir, I smoothly escaped that puppy's gaze." Ever since we arrived in Asgard, I realized that I never fully explored this new realm. I stretch out my arms to the sky, Tonight is the night I fully explore. I look around and wonder where I am. "Oh shoot," I think to myself. I am a bit lost. This Asgardian city isn't too hard to navigate, but I can't help but find this place repetitive to look at. The only thing that really catches my attention is what's beyond those walls. So that is where I'll go. Except I don't know how to get back to the lift, I used my shadow jump a bit too much and ended up in a random shadow beside someone's house.

"KRAA!" A sound of birds catches my attention and I look up. I see a murder of crows resting on top of a house. "Maybe I should do the same as them," I say to myself. Without voicing another thought I shadow jump to the roof of that house disturbing the crows and they fly away. "Maybe I should've chosen another roof," I whisper while looking around for the wall's lift. I squat down and look through a circle made with my fingers. I find it aaannndd I need to get close to the Mess Hall again. That's going to be a problem for me, the poor pup probably noticed I'm gone already. Sigh, I hope the murder scattering wasn't too obvious.

"Oooh it was quite obvious, Sunshine." I look up and see Heimdall towering over me. "Oh shit, how nice to see you here." I grin at Heimdall and he replies with a neverending glare. His face shows slight confusion and annoyance, am I thinking of something weird? Well, I am happy to see him, I just realized I can get him to be my guide.

"Since you're here already-", "No" Heimdall hisses. "I didn't even finish what I was going to say!" "You didn't need to," Heimdall crosses his arms and his glare intensifies. I stand up and avert my gaze from his. I can't help but be nervous. Maybe I should make a run for the lift right now? Can he stop me? Probably. "Don't bother running, you won't make it." Heimdall cocks his head. "How do you know that?" I jokingly say still avoiding his gaze. Oh wait, he has foresight, wait, does he read minds or intent? I forget. I should be more attentive around here.

"Does half of your brain not work?" Heimdall suddenly spits. "Don't think I trust you or think of you as a docile being to the All-Father. It's just what you say is literally what you think, and there's no ill intent." Heimdall steps closer to me and leans towards me. "What really goes on in that brain of yours?" His hand grabs my jaw and makes me face him. Our eyes interlock and he glares into my eyes once more.

I grow uneasy, not from the lack of distance between us, but the lack of awareness I have of his abilities. How far can he see in my mind? He scoffs and pulls his hand from my face. He steps back and turns his back to me.

"Tell me, do you see yourself as the unwanted child in your family." Heimdall looks back at me with a stupid grin on his face. "With what I saw, I can certainly confirm it." I wince at his comment. Never have I doubted the bond I have with my family, but the thought of being unwanted is something I can't get rid of, no matter how silly it might be. Father and Atreus have grown closer throughout the years, and their bond is special. Never have they done anything to make me think ill of my position as their family, it's just a thought that intrudes my peace at times. I notice that Heimdall has turned back to me and his expression is filled with amusement. He sees deeper in my mind than I can realize, rather, he sees the layer of my thoughts that I choose to reject.

"Quit it," I say. "Haha, no, I don't think I will." His grin widens. "Kratos thinks of you as a constant reminder of his past. YOU were there with him in that other world." Heimdall draws closer to me again and bends down to meet my face with his. His eyes pierce mine. "And I suppose it doesn't help that his regrets with his old family resurface with your presence." Heimdall tilts his head, not breaking eye contact. "Your so-called father will never feel for you as deeply as he does for that boy, and you know that." Heimdall stands back to his full height and peers down at me.

I smile back at the god before me. Sure, what he said bothered me for a moment and I began to feel bad for myself again. But what he said was only things that I've thought before. To add, those are my thoughts, not the truth. "I will admit that revelation of yours did hurt to hear," I say while I place my hand on my chest. "But at least if how I felt was true, I wouldn't turn into this realm's greatest jerk." My smile widens and I shadow-jump to an open field that headed towards the lift up the wall. Heimdall most likely saw this coming as he arrived there shortly after I jumped.

"Oh please, what did you mean by that?" Heimdall coos. "I am the Herald of Ragnarok, I am the one he seeks council within nearly every situation!" He continues to spaz about the many feats that would make him feel that Odin loved him truly as his son. "Out of all my brothers, I am the most competent and smartest!" I started to dull out his voice in my head, which was something he noticed right away and did not like.

Heimdall's hand pulls my shoulder making me spin around and face him. I've been in his situation with Kratos when his revenge was his sole priority. I've been with Kratos when he regretted his actions and I did begin to remind him of all his pains. I was in Heimdall's position of having a father who had no true want for you. Although, after he granted my life once more, he gave me his blood and even Faye's as a way of becoming their child, he changed and I was no longer unwanted. Even with Atreus's birth, I was never treated any differently. So thinking I was unwanted in my family is only a pain from the past that still haunts me.

"You know nothing of my intent or the feelings my father has for me!" Heimdall's voice is seething with annoyance. Did he read my monologue just now? The god's face twists. "I do the All-Father's bidding because I must protect Asgard and him. I don't do this because I'm trying to gain his attention like a needy mutt." That's not at all what I thought, did that slip from his mind?

"I may not have the same ability to read intent and thoughts as you, but I can read people to an extent." This time I step closer to the Aesir god in front of me and rest my hands on my hips. "The twisted, disgusting, despicable, and ruthless feelings that old man has towards his sons are vile. He treated Atreus much better than he probably ever did to you and your brothers right?" Heimdall's eyes twitch. "I don't have any ill intent towards anyone here just yet, because the ones I do have issues with are dead, and I frankly don't want any more bloodshed. To be completely honest with you, I pity the hell out of you, and you probably hate that." Heimdall steps closer to me, his eyes dark. "Don't speak another word." I back off once he says this, I don't mean to anger the people of this realm, let alone Odin's most favored tool.

I'm sure this ass in front of me is capable of love. Except the only thing he does love is maybe that Gulltopr thing and Odin. His familial love for Odin will never be reciprocated. I hate how much I relate to this thing. I can't help to think about it either.

"Do not believe that we are similar in any way." He hisses. "Being tasked to watch you has proven to be a pain. You've only been here for one day and I have grown to feel sick of you." Heimdall turns towards the Mess Hall. "You are a rare truthful but infuriating being that I no longer want to deal with. I can truly see there is no actual threat to you being here, so I don't need to bother with you right now." Heimdall storms off. Before he leaves, I can't help but blurt one last thing.

"HEY!" I shout out.

Surprisingly he stops in his tracks. "Your love for Odin is gonna get you killed, but pride is gonna be the death of you and me." Heimdall turns his head to me, his face filled with annoyance. "And what do you mean by that?" My mind is blank, I don't know, I just said it. "No idea actually, don't dwell too much on it golden boy," I say to him with the intent of peacefully ending what feud we just had. I recall what I was doing, going to the wall. I begin to trek to the lift once more, forgetting about Heimdall who hasn't looked away from me. The gods of this realm are much more tolerable than the ones I knew in my previous existence. I genuinely hope to co-exist with these gods, even Heimdall.

Note: Do y'all like it if I color code who talks? Or only if I do it partially.

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mxpotter · 2 years ago

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LIFEWEAVER HEADCANONS

Alright I know the man just came out to Overwatch but-

I HAD TO WRITE SOME HEADCANONS FOR THIS MAN!

(Also, give me some requests! I would love to write some more for not just him but other characters and actors and whatnot.)

Well first things first the man is fruity I'm not debating that

And also Sym probably knew way before he did

*Lifeweaver feeling his heart beat faster when his crush is around*

*Symmetra being the #numberonewingwoman she is gave in a lil nudge to where his crush was

(Also in my opinion sym is bisexual and/or queer 😌)

Lifeweaver paints in his free time, he would definitely set up painting and tea dates with his partner

Symmetra and Lifeweaver would definitely paint together to relax or to just do with him to just talk about how things are going

Lifeweaver paints but he never shows it to anyone not even Sym

He would definitely whisper some Thai songs and little loving whispers to his partner(he would probably say the dumbest thing to his partner in Thai but in a loving way and his love would be swooning over it till he giggles and runs away leaving there partner to chase after him)

I feel like he is the type to worry heavily about anything and everything

In college before he dropped out I feel like he would just stress which is why sym introduced him to painting and most likely mediation

So if he worried about his partner, the man would be scared shitless-

If he hadn't heard a text, call or anything else that would notify him that there fine

He would go insane

When you would walk through the door, he would pull you in(much like one of his abilities in OW) and hug you so tight that you can't breathe

He's a very tight hugger and he loves to find flowers to give to his partner

Also, he's hella blushy any kiss or compliment from him or his partner would make I'm redder than a tomato and frozen in his tracks

Morning kisses and cuddles are a thing

Has to stay in for like 5 more hours even if he already woke up late or had something I'm important at Bio-light to do

He would do little harmless pranks on sym and his partner

He loves to show you off and a bit protective as well

He would also love to use his levitating rose platform thingy(...great job.) to look at the stars but he wouldn't be giving the stars much of a look but glancing more at his partner. (When they catch him he would either be so swoon that he wouldn't notice till you said something to wake him his adorning trance or he would panic and pretend he wasn't looking)

All in all this man is a lover not a fighter

But he would definitely fight when it comes to his bestie and partner

Some Extra Headcanons( ;3 )

He also totally ships Junkrat and Roadhog-

Totally a chaotic person (and would love to make tiktoks if that was a thing in overwatch)

He also gets shy a lot

I can see him in like normal everyday clothing when he's not fighting

He definitely prefers comfort over style

Man's would also be like Sigma barefoot 24/7 (like put them dogs away! They're barking-!)

He would love to craft up some roses for you but they break easily(like in the game) I feel like he would make them break faster just so he can see your face light up when he makes you another one

You brought up the idea of making flower crowns and he is obsessed with that idea

CEO of saying "the audacity"

Yeaa I think that's all the headcanons I have I'm sorry for this whole thing being rushed I just wanted to write something for him most of them I thought of while painting. I'm sorry I've been gone I'm sure most haven't noticed but I really want to write more so give me some ideas! Please. And thankies.

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confessionsofalighter · 7 months ago

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Famine pt.1

I walked through the desolate streets, the streetlights seemed to wash everything with this horrible, sickly grey pallor. It reminded me of the hollow face of a starving child.

The cobbles underneath my bare feet were cold and unforgiving, and the sides of the streets were piled high with black trash bags and broken glass. I headed to the supermarket to stock up on food and drinks.

The streets were nearly completely empty, the only other person I could see was an old Japanese man wearing headphones and a long black coat. There weren’t even any signs of animal life. I rarely came in contact with people, it seemed as if everywhere I went people would unconsciously give me a wide berth, although I could observe them from my apartment window just fine. A bustling street would soon become sad and cold, vacant of any life shortly after I stepped out there. Even the cicadas would pause their eternal cycle of infernal screeching.

I did not want to cause anybody any inconvenience so I tended to stay in my apartment most days, and if I did need to venture out to buy food I would only go out during late afternoon or night.

I heard a siren go off in the distance, and I wondered what had happened. A myriad of situations flicked through my head, each one more horrible and traumatic than the last.

I was pulled out of my reverie by the glaring lights of the supermarket. It was a familiar sight and a comfort for me, I could feel the seemingly bottomless pit of my stomach yawning open, begging for nourishment. I felt as if I was slowly being twisted, being turned inside out and falling into the black hole that was my endless hunger. Although, it was not only food I was hungry for. I longed for human contact and love as well.

I do not think that is part of my curse, but rather a natural side effect of my hermit-like tendencies and society's rather extreme aversion to me.

The supermarket doors opened with a ding. I entered and scanned the shelves for my go-to snacks. The pale glow of the lights hurt my eyes.

I went to the self checkout and started scanning the barcodes on my food.

Beep.

Suddenly the scanner lit up red and the screen read ‘Error scanning item, please look to staff member for help’.

I glanced around the supermarket, it seemed to be deserted. I sighed and walked over to the other checkout isles to look for someone.

The only person I could see was a young woman, about my age, scrolling on her phone behind the checkout bay. She wore the uniform of a staff member so I walked over and called out for help. She looked up, and met my eyes.

For a confusing second I saw her eyes glow bright yellow, like an owl. But when I blinked again they were just an ordinary chestnut brown.

I was so stunned my words left me for a moment, she kept looking at me expectantly.Something’s different, I thought, but I can’t tell what.

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rubylize · 2 years ago

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Words: 2,884

Summary: You’re having family problems and Stiles is there to help.

Mainly Includes: fluff & family problems

I let out a frustrating yet relieving sigh, while looking at my brother and sister walking into school. My head was on the steering wheel for a second contemplating life to be completely honest. I lifted my head up and drove to my school. I walked to my locker, I felt so exhausted but I somehow always managed to keep going. I walked to class a few minutes early and just stared at my notes while my right hand swung the pencil back and forth between my fingers.

“Hey, baby.” My boyfriend Stiles said sweetly before sliding into my seat. He leaned down and pecked me on the lips, “Hi.” I replied softly, while looking into his beautiful honey eyes. “You okay?” He asked me, concern filled his features. I frowned a bit, “Yeah, why?” I asked, while tilting my head curiously to the side. “You look tired,” he told me, with a small smile placed on his lips. “Yeah, but I’m okay,” I reassured. Which was a slight lie. I was okay, I was just frustrated.

“Okay,” he softly said, while kissing me on the cheek.

Stiles has been my best friend since we could walk. He was always there for me, with anything. He became my boyfriend when we were in ninth grade. We’re now juniors in highschool and we’ve been dating ever since. He’s the sweetest, most gentle, boyfriend ever. He’s also very sarcastic, which makes him perfect. I love everything about him. He’s 2 in 1. Boyfriend and best friend.

“Hey guys,” I looked up to see Scott. Scott is another best friend of ours. Basically since toddlers as well. We’re the dynamic trio. Scott was an older brother to me. I couldn't hide anything from him. He knows me well, but it’s because his werewolf personality makes him know something is wrong, which is frustrating sometimes.

“Hey,” I replied, waving at him slightly. Stiles’ hand was around my shoulders, he replied the same way. “Do you guys have anything planned this weekend?” He asked. I pursed my lips, thinking for a second before I just shook my head. We never really make plans to hang out anymore, noticing that the supernatural has taken over. Not only the supernatural though. It was because I was always busy. I never have anything planned for the weekend, I’m just a mom. Not my kids. I’m a big sister of two siblings that need me. So I’m basically a mom. My mom died while giving birth to both of them. My dad is barely around, he has a lot of business trips, or I thought he did. He’s just been hanging out with his girlfriend. I shook my head, letting the thoughts go.

Stiles replied with a no. Though before Scott could reply, the teacher came in, making all of us pay attention. My best friends knew of my situation. I just haven’t told them that my dad has a new girlfriend, which is why I’m slightly frustrated. He has the time for her, but not his own kids.

School was over and I walked hand in hand with Stiles down the hallway. He walked me to my car, my arms went around his neck, while his hands were on my waist. “You do this every time,” I told him, while a small smirk was on my lips. “I have to make sure you’re safe.” My heart warmed at his words.

“I should go, I’m gonna be late to pick up Alexis and Aaron.” He pecked me on the lips, before opening the drivers door, for me to get in. I rolled down my window and layed my arms on the car door. “I love you,” he said. “I love you too.” He pecked me on the lips once more. “Oh and tell Roscoe I said hey,” I playfully said. “You love her more than me, huh?” He remarked, slightly jealous. “Maybe.” A small smirk played on my lips. I’ve always loved Jeeps. Stiles happened to name his car Roscoe. Roscoe was a nice light colored blue. He laughed a bit, “Alright, bye baby.” I smiled and waved a bit, before putting on my seatbelt and driving away.

The day ended with me being tired, like always. The next day I woke up early, made breakfast and woke up my siblings. I drove them to school and decided to not go to school myself. It was a Friday anyway. I got back into bed and fell back asleep.

I woke up and rubbed my eyes, but then reality hit me. My room was dark, my eyes widened. “Oh fuck.” I went downstairs hurriedly to see Stiles cleaning up. “Stiles,” I said, confusion filling my senses. “Hey, baby. I picked up Aaron and Alexis for you.” I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes watered slightly, “Oh, shit. Thank you.” I let out a shaky breath. Stiles put down the rag he was cleaning the counter with. “You’re okay,” he told me. I wrapped my arms around him. “How’d you even know to pick them up?” I asked, still confused.

“You weren’t at school so I got worried and I came here to find you asleep. I thought you needed it. I picked them up myself and took them to a fast food of their choice. I came back here, helped them with homework and put them to bed. And now, we’re here.” At this moment I was thankful for Stiles. What if I had left them there at school? “Thank you, Stiles,” my voice sounded full of relief and thankfulness. “You’re welcome,” he said, while kissing my hair.

He ended up leading me back to my room. We both got in bed and I wrapped blankets around us. “Aaron told me that Chris has a girlfriend.” Chris was my dad. I closed my eyes and sighed, “I was gonna tell you, but I’ve been so frustrated and I don’t know..” Stiles frowned slightly. “It’s okay,” he said with a smile on his face. There was some silence. “Stiles,” I let out a whisper. He didn’t reply, but his hand found mine, which gave me a sign to continue. “I- fuck.. All this time, I thought he was working. He clearly said that they’ve been dating for six months..” My unoccupied hand wiped the tear coming down from my cheek. “He admitted to being with her. All this time.” I sniffled, I was angry. “He didn’t even care to come check up on his own children,” I let out, choking out on a sob. Stiles wrapped his arms around me, letting me cry into his chest.

“He left this all on me, Stiles.. and it’s too much for me.” I cried more, while mentioning the last part. “I love Aaron and Alexis to death, but I can’t.” Stiles didn’t say anything, he comforted me though. He knew that I didn’t want advice, he knew that I just wanted to be heard. I ended up falling asleep in his arms.

I usually wake up to light in my face, but this time I didn’t. I smiled to myself, knowing it was Stiles’ doing. He was nowhere to be found in my room, so I assumed he was downstairs. I looked at the clock. 12:34 pm My eyes widened. 12:34 pm?!?!! I walked down stairs, to see Stiles doing homework.

He heard my footsteps and turned around, “Hey, did you get good sleep?” I chuckled, “I think I got enough.” He smiled, “Aaron and Alexis are at the park, with Scott.” I hummed in reply, “I seriously..” I sighed before continuing. “I’m very, very, thankful for you Stiles.” He somehow lifted me on the counter, his body between my legs and his arms around my waist. “My pleasure.”

That smile he had on his face was perfect. The moles on his face are perfect. His eyes. Perfect. Everything about him is perfect. “I still love Roscoe more,” I teased. His smile faltered, and I giggled a little bit, hiding my face on his shoulder. His hands around my waist tightened, when I looked back up he had a smile on his face. “What?” I said, while biting my lip.

“Nothing,” he said while smiling and looking away. He composed himself and looked back at me. “I’m just.. so I'm in love with you.” I could feel my heart flutter, “I’m in love with you too Stiles.” He leaned in closer, my breathing stopped, I looked at his hazel eyes. “You know you have greenish eyes?” He asked, tilting his head. I let out a laugh from my nose, letting me breathe for a second. “I think I did know.” He chuckled, while rolling his eyes playfully.

“You know you have honey eyes?” I asked him. “Honey eyes?” He asked with a furrowed brow. “Mhm, they look like honey,” I confirmed. He had a small smile on his lips, his lips looked so soft. “I didn’t know you called them honey eyes.” I flushed a bit, but shrugged in response. He got closer to me, making my heart beat faster and faster. His lips fell on mine and we moved in sync. It was soft, slow, and gentle. My hand went up to his neck and his hand went up to my face. He deepened the kiss, but we still kissed slowly yet passionately. He hummed in pleasure at our kisses, he pulled apart to breathe while still pecking my lips a few times. I’m sure our lips were plumped. I could tell his were. “I’m gonna go get your backpack so we can work on homework, okay?” I nodded in response and earned another kiss on the lips. He went upstairs, and I touched my lips, feeling such love for that damn boy. He’s just so perfect.

We finished homework together, before Aaron, Alexis, and Scott came home. I could get used to this. This is basically my family. “Analy! We had so much fun with Scott. He bought us ice cream!” Alexis said excitedly, while Aaron nodded his head. I smiled at them, I kissed both their foreheads. “That’s great, are you guys hungry?” They both nodded. “Go play on your console, while we make food, yeah?” They nodded happily. I thanked Scott for taking them to the park and we got to cooking.

A couple years later, tragedy struck. My dad died. His girlfriend was nowhere to be found, his death was a natural cause, but just like my dad his girlfriend wanted nothing to do with us. My brother and sister, we’re still underage, causing me to adopt them in my mid 20’s. Stiles and I were still going strong. He always helped out, even more now when he found out about my dads passing. My dad’s death still hurt, but I stayed strong for my two siblings. His death didn’t really affect us, but he was still our dad.

When Stiles and I got married, Aaron and Alexis asked us a big question.

“Y/n has always been there for us. She would take care of us all the time. We could tell it was hard for her, but she kept going..” Alexis started off the speech. I was sitting there next to Stiles at our main table, hand in hand. “Stiles was there for us too. He’d help Y/n with us. Y/n did something great for us, she was our mother figure. She basically is my mother.” Alexis gave Aaron a look, “Our mother,” he said, and the crowd laughed. I smiled at them, feeling proud of myself. “Stiles and Y/n continue to do these things all the time. Then, Y/n adopted us after our dads passing,” Alexis continued. “We will be forever grateful,” Aaron added on. “But we have a question..” Alexis looked at Aaron nervously. Yet they were both smiling, widely. “Alexis and I have talked, and it has been on our mind since we knew about the wedding..” I was slightly confused at that moment, not knowing what they wanted to ask. “Will you renew our adoption papers, so we could take Stiles’ last name.” I gasped, while I heard awes from the crowd. My eyes watered, while looking at Stiles. He looked at both of my siblings in awe. There have been many moments where I thought, this is the man I’m gonna marry. And I did. But in that moment looking at him, looking at my siblings like that, was the cutest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Stiles and I got up to hug them, while saying yes, while the crowd cheered. We could hear the clicks of the camera, knowing that this moment will be cherished forever. “We’re not done.” The crowd laughed when Aaron said that into the mic. Stiles and I went back to our seats, while listening to what they had to say once again. “We know that we will cherish every moment with Stiles and Y/n, but we also have to appreciate Scott.”

“WOOOOH!” We heard Scott yell from his seat. The crowd laughed once again. “Scott helped my soon to be parents-“

“Aww,” the crowd said once again, while I teared up, Stiles pulled me into him, and my head rested on his shoulder, while still having a clear view of my brother and sister. Stiles kissed my forehead and we kept listening.

“We’re proud to call Scott our uncle.” Scott ran up to them and hugged them, happily. The crowd cheered again. “We also wanna appreciate our soon to be grandpa.. Noah Stilisnki.”

“Aw,” I let out, on the bridge of crying. Stiles caressed my hip, while looking at his dad.

That day was the most memorable moment of my life. Alexis and Aaron took Stiles’ last name. We were soon the Stilinski family. We were perfect.

“Baby,” I heard, I opened my eyes. I saw Stiles above me, his hand took the hair out of my face. “Hey,” he whispered softly, yet lovingly. “Hi,” I said tiredly. “Do you wanna stay in bed or do you wanna make breakfast with me?” He asked curiously. “Mm, definitely make breakfast with you.” He smiled, while kissing my forehead. We made food and I made my way back upstairs. “Alexis, wake up.” I shook her softly. “What’s for breakfast?” She mumbled. “Chocolate chip pancakes,” I told her softly, while rubbing her back. “I’m up!!” She said estacatically. I woke up Aaron as well, “Aaron,” I whispered. “Whattt,” he replied. “C’mon get up, you have a basketball game today.” He groaned, “My back hurts,” he mumbled. “I’ll give you something for that, okay? Now hurry, before it gets late.” He hummed in response. I went back downstairs, “Did they wake up?” Stiles asked me, I nodded in response.

I looked in our medication drawer, I could see Stiles frowning in concern. “What hurts?” He asked me, while grabbing my face lightly. I smiled at him, “Nothing, it’s for Aaron, his back hurts.” The frown on his face continued to be there, “Oh,” he kissed me, but then looked at the staircase, hearing footsteps. Aaron came down the stairs, his hand on his back, slightly wincing. “Eat your breakfast and then you can have medication.” He nodded in agreement. Stiles served him pancakes, a piece of bacon, and some egg. He rubbed Aaron’s shoulder, while slightly giving him pep talk about his basketball game. “Yeah, we’ll see if I even play,” he grumbled, while taking a piece of bacon in his mouth. “Your back needs rest, so it’s okay if you don’t play, okay?” Aaron nodded at Stiles.

Not a while later Alexis came down. “Hey, princess.” I smiled at the nickname Stiles gave Alexis. “Morning,” she smiled, “I’m ready for breakfast,” she chirped happily. “Breakfast is ready for you,” Stiles replied, excitedly.

Stiles went to work and I parked in front of Beacon Hills High School. Alexis and Aaron walked up to the car, “Hey, how was your day?” They smiled at me, “Good,” they replied. “Did the medication help?” I asked Aaron. “Yeah,” he replied. “Are you gonna open the door?” Alexis complained. I laughed, “Yeah,” I opened the door and they both got in the back. “Here, for good luck.” I raised food in front of Aaron’s face. He smiled widely at me, “Thank you,” he said and kissed my cheek. “I thought we could eat in the car, before your game.” They both smiled at me and I handed everyone their food. We talked in the car about their day. “Stiles kept asking me if I was okay.” Aaron told me. “Oh yeah?” He nodded back in reply, while chewing on his food. I smiled.

This family was perfect. My husband was perfect. My kids, that weren’t my kids, were perfect nonetheless. Great kids, great family, great husband, everything was perfect. Friends. Perfect. They were all perfect. Everything turned out okay.

“You okay?” Stiles broke me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, why?” He smiled slightly at me, “You look a bit teary eyed.” I smiled back at him, “My life is perfect that’s why.” He looked at me with pure adoration. “Yeah, with you in my life. It’s perfect.” I stared at him in awe and kissed him, like it was my last kiss. My life was perfect.

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