#rory's fic

[heda-in-the-clouds]

Lexa takes Clarke on a date to a Halloween pumpkin patch where it has this maze of mirrors attraction. Lexa suddenly pushes Clarke, yells "tag you're it", and runs ahead as she beckons Clarke to catch her. Lexa smiles and giggles and plays hard to get with Clarke.

Lexa finds a dead end so Clarke thinks it's over and she can finally tag Lexa back. However Lexa starts putting the moves on Clarke. She smirks, bats her eyelashes, twirls her hair, bites her lip, and turns her body sticking her boobs and ass out.

Of course it works on Clarke who's distracted by her vixen. Lexa walks up to Clarke, runs her hands over her arms, chest, and crotch giving them a squeeze. Clarke is entranced and forgets that she's supposed to tag Lexa.

Lexa leans into her ear and whispers "you're still it" before she giggles and runs away again. Clarke is left dumbfounded because she couldn't believe Lexa was able to trick her with seduction

[milkluvr333]

Not pleased with the lack of new fics for my fav characters (hyper fixations) lately. The withdrawals are eating me alive

[xoxorory]

The Son of the Sea vs. the Common Cold !

POV: Fem!Reader

Pairing: Sick!Percy Jackson x fem!reader

Genre: Romance, humor, tension, flirting, +18 (suggestive comments), established relationship, fluff

Taglist🏷️ : @shootingstargirl2001 , @simpingmyassoff (if you want to be added,comment down below!)

Camp Half-Blood – Poseidon Cabin – 08:12 a.m.

I love Percy Jackson madly. With the intensity of a storm, the sweetness of summer, and the kind of patience you only reserve for children of the gods.

But this man is the most unbearable patient on the planet.

“I don’t need medicine. I’m the son of the sea god. I can breathe underwater, survive kraken attacks and—”

“And yet you’re sweating like you were run over by a hippogriff,” I cut in, arms crossed as I stand in the doorway.

Percy is tangled in a mess of blankets like some feverish burrito. His hair’s a wreck, his nose is red, and his eyes are way more watery than usual. He looks miserable. He looks adorable. And he looks absolutely useless.

“I’m not that bad,” he croaks, then sneezes so hard it startles a fish in the bowl across the room.

“Of course not, Jackson. You look ready to lead a war. What’s next? Rainbow vomit?”

He gives me a weak but defiant look—and sneezes again.

I sigh. Walk toward him with a cup of tea and a bottle of medicine.

“Drink this. Take two spoonfuls of this. And if you try to sneak off to train, I swear I’ll tell Annabeth to chain you down with grammar rules.”

“That’s torture,” he grumbles.

“Welcome to the mortal world, my sniffling sea slug.”

09:00 a.m. – The Fever Hits

After arguing with me for twenty minutes, Percy finally gives in and takes the medicine. And then… he collapses. Literally. He lies down, pulls the covers over his ears, and starts murmuring things that make zero sense.

“Babe… the… wave… spoke to me.”

“What did it say?”

“That you’re beautiful.”

I smile, sitting at the edge of his bed.

“Are you sure it wasn’t the fever talking?”

“Maybe. But it’s still true.”

I lean over to run my fingers across his forehead, where the heat is pulsing. He’s burning up.

And yet, he manages to open one eye and say:

“Don’t stop touching me. Your hands are cold. And soft. And magical.”

“I’m literally wiping you down with a wet cloth, Jackson. Calm your libido.”

“Impossible. You’re wearing that blue top that fits you just right. I’m defenseless.”

I sigh… and stroke his hair. It’s soft, tangled with sweat, and still smells like ocean. Even sick, Percy Jackson is so unapologetically him that it makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

10:00 a.m. – The Nurse (with Zero Patience)

I try to let him sleep. I turn off the lamp. Change the damp cloth. Sit quietly in a chair and start reading. But every five minutes…

“Babe…”

“Yes?”

“I’m cold.”

I fix the blanket.

Two minutes later:

“Princess…”

“What now, Percy?”

“Now I’m hot.”

“You’re worse than a hormonal nightmare.”

“But you love me like this.”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

11:00 a.m. – Philosophical Percy

The fever’s messing with his brain. He’s in romantic philosopher mode now.

“Did you know there are creatures deep in the ocean that have never seen the light?”

“I know. You’re one of them right now.”

“Babe.”

“What?”

“If I die, tell my mom I was brave.”

“You have a cold, not a curse from Hades.”

“Still. And tell Annabeth I’m sorry about the dictionary I accidentally destroyed.”

“Percy…”

“And tell Grover he can have my coral collection.”

“I swear, if you don’t stop being dramatic, I’m shoving the medicine down your throat with a funnel.”

He grins, satisfied.

“Sorry ma.”

12:00 p.m. – The Sweet Part

After all the drama, Percy finally falls asleep. For real this time. His forehead’s less hot, and his breathing is steady. I lie down next to him, just for a bit, careful not to wake him.

My hand brushes against his.

And without opening his eyes, he murmurs:

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

“I always will, Jackson.”

“Even if I turn into a fish?”

“Especially if you turn into a fish. I’ll put a tank in my cabin.”

He chuckles softly. And then falls asleep again.

2:00 p.m. – Lunchtime…

When I get up to go grab him some food, I bump into Tyson at the door.

“My little brother okay?” he asks.

“Fever. Snot. Dramatic delirium. The usual.”

Tyson nods solemnly.

“You give him soup?”

“On my way.”

“Put little pieces of octopus in it. He likes that.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

3:00 p.m. – Recovery with a Spoonful of Tenderness

I bring him soup. Percy doesn’t want to eat. Says he’s too weak.

So… I feed him myself.

“This is humiliating,” he whispers as I lift the spoon to his lips.

“This is adorable. Shut up and chew.”

He chews. And smiles.

“You know, I imagined being sick and you taking care of me, but in my fantasy, you were wearing a nurse uniform.”

“Stop talking with your mouth full,it’s disgusting.”

“Yes,ma’am.”

4:00 p.m. – A Bit Better… and Still Hot

He can walk now. Barely, but it counts. He gets in the shower while I tidy up the bed.

And when he walks out, hair dripping, towel slung around his waist, leaning against the doorframe, he gives me that crooked smile.

“So taking care of me turns you into a mama hen?” he asks, voice raspy but teasing.

I give him a once-over. He’s dark-eyed, unkempt, flushed from the fever.

And still…

“Gods. You’re the sexiest sick man I’ve ever seen.”

“Knew it.”

“And yet, you’re not kissing me until you’re virus-free, Jackson.”

He groans. Literally moans like I stabbed his soul.

“That’s cruel. You’re cruel,ma.”

“And you’re contagious. Back off, germ incubator.”

6:00 p.m. – Fevered Confessions

He’s better now. Enough to joke again. But when he settles back in bed and looks at me with that rare kind of seriousness he hides behind humor, he takes my hand and says:

“Thank you.”

“For the soup?”

“For existing.”

I freeze. Stare at him.

“Percy…”

“You have no idea what you do to me. How you make me want to get better faster just so I can keep making you laugh.”

“You do things for me too, you know?”

“Like what?”

“Like looking at me like I’m art. Like loving even the broken parts I try to hide.”

He smiles. Slow. Beautiful.

“You’re my medicine.”

“And you’re my favorite chaos.”

[rory-cakes]

Broken Wings

TW: pregnancy, death by child birth, death, slight description of blood.

AN: This is part 2 to Alastor's Birdy

What had he done?

He couldn’t face her even in death?

What did he do that was so horrible that he couldn’t even see his wife?

His birdy?

Those questions ran through Charlie’s head as she and Vaggie walked through heaven. After the startling news of Alastor’s angel wife settled in, things at the hotel got really crazy. They were attacked, she argued with her dad, Alastor saved the day and kicked out Mimzy (lil bitch), and she reconnected with her father and got a meeting with heaven. 

Charlie had realized this would probably be Alastor’s only chance to see his wife since they both had died. So she offered for him to go with them. She hadn't expected him to say no.

“That’s quite alright, my dear, I am undeserving of her. I was blessed with her during my life. I will not curse her in death.”

This brings Charlie back to…

What did he do?

The pain in his hand was unbearable, but he didn’t say anything. After all, how could he complain about her squeezing his hand when she was working so hard on giving birth to their child?

Their child. 

Alastor never saw himself as a father. Not until he married her, and it became all he could think about. If more people were like his wife, the would be a more beautiful place. 

“AAAGGGHHH!!” his birdy screamed as she made the final push. 

“WAAAAHHHH!”

Alastor felt himself breathe again, but only for a moment.

It had all gone by so fast. 

The doctors noticed something wrong.

The blood wasn’t stopping and coming out too fast. 

The monitor spiked. 

He was rushed out of the room, holding his new baby girl.

She had wanted the child’s name to be Eudora if it was a girl and Galdur if it was a boy.

Hearing the yelling of several people. 

CLEAR

Then, the flat line. 

One life had been traded for another. 

The lights were off.

And the child… 

No, Eudora would never get to know the love of the woman who had touched his cold, bitter heart. Eudora would never get to hear the angelic voice of his birdy. 

They would pay…

part 3

[wcnderlnds]

caught in the act

COLIN ZABEL, PETER MAXIMOFF, WARREN LIPKA, PRE!DEATH KYLE SPENCER, RORY MONAHAN.

・❥・ summary: a series of drabbles on their reactions to someone catching you in the act ・❥・word count: 1.7k ・❥・warnings: 18+ smut, nsfw. unprotected p in v. oral (m & f recieving). swearing. alcohol mentions. female reader. ・❥・ authors note: this was requested by the lovely @bohnerrific69. it was supposed to be headcanons but im an overacheiver. i added rory for my own benefit bc that's my man and there needed to be something sweet so kyle is there too. its badly written smut like always.

COLIN ZABEL

It had been a cold, dreary evening when you’d entered the police station in search of your boyfriend’s office. He had called you earlier in the day to ask you to meet him before the end of his shift so you could easily go for dinner when he was finished. However, when you got to his office, he had stacks of paper piled up on his desk, head in his hands. This man was stressed. Work always did that to him but you had a way to make him relax. It had taken a lot of convincing but somehow you’d managed to make him cave. That’s how you ended up on the floor beneath his desk with his cock in your mouth. Your plump lips moving agonisingly slow against him. Colin’s hands threaded through your hair, guiding your movements.

“Babe, please…. faster,” he said breathlessly. He was really trying his best to be quiet. Who were you to deny his request? First, you had to tease him so you swirled your tongue along his tip, Colin’s hips bucking up into your mouth as you teased his sensitive head. Deciding to put him out of his misery, you sunk your lips back down onto him taking him all the way into the back of your throat. Colin let out a loud groan, your eyes widening as you looked up at him.

“Be quiet!” You hissed, pulling off him. In an attempt to keep him quiet, you moved up his body to straddle him. Grinding your clothed core against his aching cock, your lips found his, messily kissing him. It was just as your hand was sliding between your legs to push your panties to the side when the door to the office opened.

“Everything alr-” Mare started but stopped the second she saw you hop off Colin’s lap. Colin had never looked so alarmed and embarrassed in his life. His hands fumbled as he tucked himself back into his pants, standing up only to hit his knees on the edge of his desk.

“Mare… y-you… need something?” Colin tried to act nonchalant but the redness of his cheeks betrayed him. Mare only smirked, looking between you and Colin.

“Heard a weird noise but… I see now I was interrupting.” She snickered, letting the two of you stew in your embarrassment at being caught as she left the office.

“I’m going to go dig myself a hole now and live in it,” you said, absolutely mortified. Colin grabbed you, pulling you against his chest. His hand resting on the back of your head, soothing you.

“Make it big enough for the both of us at least.”

WARREN LIPKA

“Holy fuck,” you cried out as your fingernails tried to grip into the soft fabric of the couch cushion. Warren had bent you over the arm of the couch, his fingers digging in your hips as he pounded relentlessly into you. The way he was gripping you and holding you in place was sure to leave a bruise but he didn’t seem to care. All he cared about right now was getting off. The moans that left your lips were almost pornographic, the grunts coming from Warren turning you on even more if that was possible. All you’d wanted when you came over was to ask him he’d help you with some problem you were having with your college work. Warren was smart – he just didn’t like to seem it. He was good at solving puzzles, figuring them out so he was always your go-to person when any issues like that came up. But, it had ended how it always did with Warren fucking the living daylights out of you.

“That’s it, baby. Take it, take all of it,” Warrens voice was strained, rough. He was barely holding back. His hand reached up your back to grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail in his fingers, yanking your head back. Warren was anything but gentle but he’d hear no complaints from you. 

Just as you felt those sweet, intense feelings coiling up in the pit of your stomach, footsteps sounded off the staircase leading into the basement. Warren mustn’t have heard (or he didn’t care) because he kept shoving his cock deep inside you. It wasn’t like you were in a position to warn him anyway. At this point you were rendered speechless, the only sounds coming from your mouth were moans and pleas of Warren’s name.

“Oh, what the fuck!” Spencer’s voice rang out. 

Warren didn’t stop but turned to face Spencer. “Dude, fuck off. Or watch, I don’t give a shit.”

Judging by the sound of rushed footsteps, you guessed Spencer had taken the first option. Just in time too because Warren buried himself deep inside you triggering your orgasm as he pumped you full of his hot seed.

PETER MAXIMOFF

When Peter had wiped your high score off the leaderboard of Space Invaders, you had stormed off in a huff. The pout on your face was enough to make Peter cave with a promise of making it up to you. Somehow, you’d ended up in the arcade bathroom. It was small, kind of cramped but Peter had you sat on the edge of the small, porcelain sink. Your legs were wrapped around him as he thrust into you. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, your hands tugging on his silver hair as he left wet kisses along your skin. He bit down on your pulse point leaving a nice, red mark there that was sure to turn into one hell of a hickey.

“Nice,” he murmured as he pulled back to admire his handiwork. Peter wasn’t really a possessive guy but he did love to see you all marked up by him.

“Peter,” you whined, urging your hips forward against his. “Stop fucking around and fuck me.”

“With pleasure, m’darlin’.” He pulled out then slammed back in causing the loudest moan to fall from your lips. This new pace was quick, hard and you were putty in his hands. His fingers found your clit, using his mutation to vibrate against it and bring you to your release faster. 

In his haste, Peter must have forgotten to lock the bathroom door because in walked poor Scott who looked like he’d just seen the most traumatising thing on the planet. You pushed Peter off you, the speedster turning with a huff to glare at Scott. “Dude! Occupado!”

“Maybe lock the door next time, Maximoff,” Scott mumbled, slamming the door shut and leaving you both to it.

“This is the most embarrassing moment of my life,” you jumped off the sink but before you had time to react Peter had sped you off back to his basement, throwing you on his bed and sliding back inside you with promises of making it up to you.

KYLE SPENCER

It had been a normal party. Beer was flowing and people were up to all kinds of stupid stuff but you? Well, you’d had your eyes on none other than Kyle Spencer. The two of you had always had a flirty thing going on but neither had made a move. Whether it was the alcohol making you both tipsy or something else, you found yourself in one of the spare bedrooms in the house of the party, Kyle’s cock inside you as you rode him. He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap slowly rising and falling on him.

“You look so damn beautiful riding me like this, baby,” Kyle praised, his hands skimming up your sides.

At his words, you moved a little quicker, resting your hands on his shoulders for leverage. He was so deep inside you – he was big so he was hitting that sweet spot most men never found. It was probably the best sex of your life. He was being sweet too and that was an added bonus. Your lips found his, Kyle’s hand resting on your back as he flipped you onto the bed so he was on top now. He kept the slow rhythm, his thrusts shallow and intense.

Both of your eyes snapped to the door when the sound of music blasted through it when it opened and in stepped another drunk couple. They didn’t seem to notice you at first. Kyle grumbled to himself, pulling out of you and throwing one of the blankets over you to cover your modesty.

“Guys, come on. This room is taken,” he tried to be kind as he threw them out of the room but he was still rock hard and all he could think about was getting back inside you. Once they were out, he headed back over to the bed. “You want to continue?”

He was so thoughtful of your feelings and, as mortified as you were, there was no way you were passing up this opportunity to finally sleep with the guy you were obsessed with.

RORY MONAHAN

Your legs were spread wide on the four poster bed as Rory devoured your pussy like a man starved. His tongue licked broad stripes along your slick folds, groaning at the taste of you. He couldn’t get enough – small flicks of his tongue against your clit were sending you into a frenzy, your body writhing under his skilled tongue. His hands gripped your hips, pressing you down into the mattress to say in place.

“Shit, babe. You’re so fucking hot. Could do this all day. Fuck working with Brad Pitt. This is so much better,” Rory grinned up at you from between your legs. The sight of him with your juices over his lips was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen. He dived back in, his tongue plunging into your entrance. Your hands tangled into his red hair, body arching as his name fell from your lips like a chant. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself teetering on the edge, his lips sucking on your clit.

However, the second you started seeing stars and moaning out, the door opened and in stepped Audrey. You pushed Rory’s head away from you. He narrowed his eyes at you until he turned and saw his ex-wife stood there. “Oh, shit,” he tried to roll off the bed but instead got himself tangled up in the sheets, falling to the floor. As awful as the whole situation was, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“Audrey, I’m so sorry,” you said, scrambling to cover yourself up.

“Always knew he wanted someone younger.” With that Audrey left. Rory managed to get back to his feet, throwing himself on the bed on top of you.

His lips ghosted over yours, a shit eating grin on his face. “I think she’s mad.”

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[lvnleah]

the ears tour | our little love.

could be the last roo fic for a bit because im struggling writing her so so much. If anyone has any ideas please send them in <33

You had been to Wembley before. You had sat in the stands, wearing your tiny England shirt with Mead on the back, watching Beth play on one of the biggest stages. You cheered when Beth scored, jumped up and down when Viv made the perfect pass while playing for the Netherlands, and clapped along as the whole stadium sang Sweet Caroline after the match. 

But this was different.

Tonight, Wembley wasn’t a football stadium. It was something else entirely. The air buzzed with excitement, people shimmered in glitter and sequins, and everywhere she looked, arms were stacked with friendship bracelets. You gripped Viv’s hand tightly as they stepped out of the car, eyes wide.

Viv squeezed her hand. “Excited?”

You nodded excitedly. “Yeah! We’re seeing Taylor Swift, Mamma! Look at my cowboy boots too!”

Viv looked down at your boots—pink, covered in tiny white stars, the ones Monkey had given you for your birthday. You had insisted on wearing them, even though Beth warned you they might make your feet sore after a while.

Viv grinned. “Monkey made a good choice, huh?” she said, reaching down to adjust them just slightly. “They look perfect.”

Beth chuckled, taking your free hand. “They’re gonna be great for dancing. You ready to sing your heart out?”

You nodded so hard your braids bounced. “Yes!”

The closer you got to the stadium, the louder everything became. People were singing already, trading friendship bracelets, and you felt like your heart might pop out of your chest from excitement.

Inside, the stadium felt even bigger than when it was set up for football. The last time you were here, the grass was green, and the seats were filled with fans in football kits. Now, the stage stretched out in front of you, screens glowing, lights flashing in different colours.

You tugged on Viv’s sleeve. “Mamma, where’s the pitch?”

Beth scooped you up onto her hip as you admired the stage from the box you were in, “It’s under the stage, munchkin.”

“Oh…” you mumbled, “So it’s not disappeared then? ‘Cus we need it for you and Mamma to play on!”

Viv laughed, “No Roo, it’s not disappeared, don’t worry. It’ll be back the next time we’re here for football.”

“That’s good then!” You smiled. “I don't want the pitch to leave.”

With a little help from Beth, you spent the time before the concert swapping bracelets with other people around you. Every time you got a new one, you held it up proudly to Beth and Viv.

“Look! This one says Enchanted, Mummy you like that song!”

Beth ruffled your hair. “I do, it’s a good one isn’t it?”

Viv laughed. “You’re gonna have more bracelets than arms at this rate, Roo.”

A little while later, the lights dimmed and the entire stadium erupted into cheers. Your heart leapt into your throat as the music started, and suddenly, it was real—Taylor Swift was right there, and the whole crowd was singing along.

You screamed the lyrics, dancing in your boots, twirling when Viv spun you around. It felt like magic.

At one point, your legs got tired, and Viv lifted you onto her shoulders. Up there, you felt like you could see everything way better. The stage, the crowd, the way Beth laughed up at you, shaking her head as you waved your hands in the air.

Beth pulled out her phone, recording you. “You’re gonna love watching this back, Roo.”

But you didn’t care about videos right now. Right now, all you cared about was this.

The music, the lights, the way Viv held onto your legs so you wouldn’t fall. The way Beth grinned at you.

It was the best night ever.

But even the best nights had to slow down eventually.

Your voice was hoarse, your feet were sore, and no matter how hard you tried to fight it, your eyelids started to feel heavy.

Then, the soft notes of Never Grow Up filled the stadium, and suddenly, everything felt warm.

Viv felt it before you did.

Before you could even wobble, she lifted you down, settling you in her lap.

“I think she’s done for the night,” Viv murmured, rubbing slow circles on your back.

“I’m not…sleepy,” you mumbled, but even as you spoke, your head was already drooping onto Viv’s shoulder.

Beth smiled, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. “Of course not, Roo.”

Viv pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, kleine. Go to sleep.”

You curled into Viv’s chest, letting your eyes slip closed.

Warm, safe, and happy, lulled by Taylor’s voice and the hum of the crowd, you drifted off.

You didn’t see the rest of the concert, but you didn’t need to.

You would definitely remember this forever.

[rorydrawsandwrites]

I've been doodling the dough man (small edition) but the rest are not ready yet so I made a silly one

Firmly grasp him

[rosecoloredsunshine]

hot ones — evan peters

masterlist

PAIRINGS: evan peters x female!reader

SUMMARY: you and evan decided to take on the hot ones spicy wings challenge.

REMINDERS: please be reminded that this is a work of fiction. meaning that all events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, wedding talks, established relationship, reader is an 'unofficially retired' actress, fluff attempt, and minor typographical errors.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this has been written more as a self-indulgent fic lol. my requests for evan fics are open, so if you have any, just send me an ask. hope you'll enjoy this one! :)

You and Evan are inside a sleek, industrial-chic studio of Hot Ones, and sitting across from Sean Evans with a row of perfectly arranged and intimidating glazed wings between you and Evan. The set’s familiar aesthetic—black brick backdrop and neon accents, brings a grin to your face. You have seen countless celebrities get wrecked by these fiery wings. Now, it’s your turn.

“You sure you wanna do this, babe?” his eyes glinting with playful concern. “I know how you feel about spicy food.”

“I’ve survived worse,” you quipped, but your grin falters slightly when you glance at the perfectly arranged wings. “Besides, I couldn't let you have all the fun.”

“You’ve got a very loose definition of fun,” he chuckled, corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.

Evan’s hand finds yours beneath the table, fingers intertwining together like second nature. Sean smiled with the kind of enthusiasm that comes from years of watching people suffer through the gauntlet, and clasped his hands together.

“Welcome to Hot Ones, the show with hot questions and even hotter wings. Today, we’ve got a special couple’s episode with none other than one of Hollywood’s most beloved couples!”

“Beloved,” you repeat with a laugh, leaning into Evan’s shoulder. “I like the sound of that.”

“Right?” Evan grins, giving your hand a soft squeeze. “We must be doing something right.”

You and Evan turned towards the camera, with Evan giving a little wave to the camera, while you offered a sheepish smile.

“So,” Sean continues, “before we get into the heat, I gotta ask, how did you both end up agreeing to this? I know, from what I’ve heard, you’re not exactly a fan of spicy food.”

You laughed, already feeling your nerves dissipating. “Well yeah, I’m definitely not a fan. But I thought it would be a fun experience. Plus, Evan wanted to do it, and I couldn't let him suffer alone.”

Evan chuckles, squeezing your hand gently. “She’s braver than she thinks. I’m just here to make sure she doesn't regret it halfway through.”

“That’s true love right there,” Sean grins. “Alright, let’s start with the first wing.”

You and Evan each take a wing. It’s barely spicy, just a hint of heat, and you manage it with ease, earning an approving nod from Evan.

“That’s not bad,” you say, a bit more confident. “Famous last words.”

The three of you let out a laugh. Sean glances at his cue cards. “So, let’s kick things off. You two have been together for six years and recently got engaged. Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” you and Evan said in unison, making Sean laugh.

“Was the proposal a surprise?” Sean asked.

You glanced at Evan, a fond smile appearing on your lips. “Completely. We were on a trip to Japan for my birthday, and I thought that it was just a celebration for that occasion, but it turns out that Evan had this whole plan. I was completely caught off guard.”

Evan grins, remembering the memory. “She kept saying, ‘are you serious?’ like five times before actually saying yes.”

You nudged him lightly, laughing. “It was just a lot to process! I wasn't really expecting it.”

Sean leans forward, intrigued. “Was it nerve-wracking, Evan?”

“Oh absolutely,” Evan admits. “I was more nervous than when I go on set. But when she smiled, I knew that it was the right moment, and she did say yes, eventually.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, eventually.”

The next wing has a bit more kick to it, and you’re starting to feel a tingle on your lips. Evan had noticed immediately, and turned towards you.

“Doing okay?” he asked softly.

You nod, breathing out a little. “Still manageable.”

“You’re doing great,” Sean coaxed. “Since we're on the topic, you have any wedding plans set?”

You had exchanged a look with Evan, both of you smiling. “We’re keeping it small and intimate,” Evan says. “Close family and friends. We’re still working out the details, but we know it’ll be somewhere meaningful to us.”

“Can I expect an invitation?” Sean jokes.

You laughed softly, surprising yourself. “Sure, why not. We’ll make sure you get one.”

“Oh really? Thank you!” Sean smiled. “Okay, before we dive into the next wing, I have to ask, who’s the better cook between you two?”

Evan chuckled before you even got the chance to respond. “She is, hands down.”

You smiled. “You cook fine, babe. When you’re not burning grilled cheese.”

“Which happens?” Sean prompted, eyes gleaming with interest.

“Often enough that the smoke detector hates him,” you said with a laugh.

Evan raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, true. But her cooking is on a whole other level.”

Sean laughs. “I’d love to see you two do a cooking show together in the future. Maybe some spicy dishes next time?”

You groaned playfully, eyeing the next wing on the table. “I think after today, I’m going to avoid spice for a good while.”

“Speaking of the future,” Sean says, reaching for another cue card. “Since you’ve taken a step back from acting, and Evan’s still heavily involved, has that changed anything for you two? I mean, with you being away from the industry and all.”

You glanced at Evan and smiled softly. “I thought it would be difficult at first. But Evan’s always been supportive, and I decided to step back because I wanted to focus on other things. It’s given me time to explore other passions.”

“She still visits me on set, though,” Evan adds, eyes softening. “And everyone always loves having her around. I think the crew likes her more than me.”

You smiled softly. “They just like the cookies and muffins that I bring.”

Sean chuckles. “Seems like you two have a pretty solid dynamic. Which brings me to my next question, what’s the secret to making it work for so long? Six years is impressive in Hollywood years, it’s hard to reach that kind of longevity, especially that you both are in the industry.”

Evan turns to you, eyebrows raised as if the answer is pretty obvious. “We just get each other, and honestly, I think being best friends at first really helped. We’re ridiculously comfortable around each other.”

“Ridiculously is right,” you agree, smiling. “We’ve been through everything together. The good, bad, utterly chaotic, you name it. But we always talk things through.”

Sean nods thoughtfully. “Communication. A classic, but always true.”

The next wing awaits, and you hesitate before taking a bite of it. Evan watches you carefully, waiting to see how you would react.

When the heat hits you immediately, your eyes widen. “Oh, my god.”

Evan laughs, though he’s wincing through his own bite. “That’s…oof, wow.”

You reached for your water, but Evan already has the glass of milk ready for you. “No baby, drink this instead. The water makes it worse.”

You took the glass of milk gracefully, fingers brushing as you sip. “You’re the best.

“Always,” he replies, gaze lingering on you.

Sean smirks, taking in the moment. “Alright, I think we need to dig into something else before you both pass out from the heat.”

You can’t help but laugh, even as your eyes begin to water. “Yes, please.”

“Evan, you’ve been killing it in all these dramatic roles. But do you ever see yourself doing something lighter? Maybe a rom-com?” Sean asks.

Evan shrugs, wiping his lips with a napkin. “Honestly? Maybe. I think it would be fun, why not. Especially if I could work with her again.”

You raised your brows in surprise. “Really?”

“Absolutely. I mean, you’re an amazing actress, and I do miss working with you.”

The sincerity in his voice leaves you momentarily speechless. Sean seems to pick up on it, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “So, any chance we’ll see you back on screen soon?”

You laughed nervously. “Maybe. I mean, I’ve been tempted, especially with Evan constantly trying to rope me back in.”

Evan smiled brightly. “We’ve joked about it a couple of times. But she’s hard to convince.”

“More like you haven't pitched me anything compelling enough,” you teased, taking a sip of the water. “You’d have to really sell it.”

“Oh, I can sell it,” Evan laughs. “Just wait, one of these days.”

The last wing was brutal. The second that you bite into it, your entire mouth feels like it’s on fire. You clutch Evan’s arm, face scrunching in pain as you try not to let the heat overwhelm you.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, chugging the milk Evan hands you. “Why did I agree to this?”

Evan is faring only slightly better, tears pooling in his eyes. “Because you love me?”

“I might reconsider that after this,” you joked, voice a little hoarse.

Sean was laughing, clearly entertained by the chaos. “You guys survived!”

“I’m just glad I did this with you,” Evan says, rubbing your back gently as you recover. “Even if you hate me for it now.”

You glanced up at him, slight tears streaming down your face but still managing a smile. “Could never hate you.”

Once the video had wrapped up, you and Evan found yourselves hanging out backstage of the Hot Ones studio. You collapsed onto a couch with a tub of ice cream between you, as Evan watches you like you’re the only person in the world.

“I’m so proud of you,” he says, voice low and sincere.

“I did it,” you say, mostly to yourself than anyone else. “I actually did it.”

Evan leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You did, and you were amazing.”

“Guess we have to cancel our sushi dinner, because I’ll be feeling these spicy wings on my mouth for a good couple of hours,” Evan laughed as you rested your head on his shoulder, still working through the lingering heat. “Next time, let’s just do a cooking show.”

Evan laughed again, wrapping an arm around you. “Deal.”

© rosecoloredsunshine, 2025

[steddiehyperfixation]

run away with me

@steddiebingo prompts: ocean + childhood friends (if like 16-19 counts as childhood, which i say it does !) | 2.6k words | T | mild cw for depression and alcohol as an unhealthy coping mechanism

Steve stares numbly out the office window, his view an ocean of concrete and the few sad, sparse trees that were planted in the median between this building’s parking lot and the neighboring one in a very weak attempt to give an illusion that anything natural or organic goes on here. As if there’s anything more than stiff, soulless buildings filled with stiff, soulless men in stiff, soulless suits who have dull conversations about money and more empathy for a credit card or an expensive car than for any human being. 

Every second is hours long, everything is so important and nothing matters at all, and everyone’s always in a rush but they never seem to go anywhere. It used to make his skin crawl, the slow monotony behind the urgent droning. He used to feel like he couldn’t breathe here, trapped at a desk and a computer, squirming under the constant presence of his boss and father, every eternal second oozing by and settling over him as if it had physical weight. He felt stuck and still, like a fly caught in amber, movements leaden and pointless as he sinks and suffocates slowly in a syrupy prison. But after a year of working here, Steve no longer cares. He’s sunk in deep enough that it’s all dulled out and he’s become just as detached and hollow as the rest of them. He tells himself it’s only temporary anyways.

The phone rings at his desk, dragging his attention away from the window and pulling him out of his stupor. 

“Richard Harrington’s office,” Steve answers mechanically. “This is his assistant, Steve. How may I help you?” 

It's a client, a long-time one who's been around for business meetings and dinners since he was a kid, and she coos over how mature and professional he sounds now. He gets that a lot, old clients and business partners of his dad’s calling or coming into the office and lavishing him with compliments on his role and responsibility. It’s funny; they never thought so highly of him before, but they sure do now. And despite it all, Steve can’t help but preen under the praise, feeling all grown up and just like a child. 

He lets this lady gush for a little while longer before he takes her message for Richard and hangs up the phone. That brief moment of emotion flickers out and the dullness returns. The day drags on. 

“Thank god it’s Friday, huh?” Tommy Hagan leans against the counter in the break room when Steve goes to get a coffee refill. “I had to file so many reports today, I’m about ready to kill myself.” 

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Steve mutters, punching the button to start the coffee machine.

“You’re still coming out with us tonight, right?” Tommy asks. “My cousin’s in town - you know, the one I told you about, the model. I think you two are really gonna get along.” He says it with this gross smirk, double meaning abundantly clear, and Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Dude, stop trying to pimp your cousin out to me, man. You talk her up so much I’m starting to think maybe you want her.”

“But you’ll be there, yeah?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Steve says. Of course he’ll be there. It’s routine. It’s all routine. They commiserate in the break room like a couple of wizened old world-weary businessmen on workdays and then party like teenagers on the weekend. Dulled out from the week, they buy back their missing emotion in the form of alcohol and drugs. A good buzz makes a decent substitute for a feeling, in a pinch. It’s just enough to survive on week after week. 

“Good.” Tommy grins, clapping Steve on the shoulder on his way out. 

Steve grabs his coffee and returns to his desk, to phone calls and faxes and data entry until the clock finally hits 5:00 and releases everyone into the illusion of freedom. He breathes an empty sigh of relief along with everyone else, shutting off the computer and shoving files back into folders, packing up to leave. “Tell your mother I’ll be working late tonight,” Richard tells him, and Steve nods. Nothing ever changes. 

It's quite a shock to the normal routine of things, then, when he pulls up to his driveway to find an extra car parked out front. Which wouldn't be unusual on its own - his mom sometimes has friends over on Fridays - except for the fact that this car is a total piece of shit, which rules out any friend of his parents, and there's a wild-haired man leaning against it. It's the sight of that old once familiar face that's so jarring to him, has him hitting the brakes too hard and parking jerkily.  

Steve gets out of his car and stares in disbelief. “Eddie Munson.” 

“So it's true.” Eddie looks him over, eyes carefully cataloguing Steve's stuffy business suit and tie. “You've gone corporate.” 

Steve swallows. His body seems to have forgotten how to breathe. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

“What the hell am I doing here? Man, what the hell are you doing here?” Eddie counters, pushing himself off the side of his car and walking closer, one arm swept out to gesture at everything around them: the big house, the rich neighborhood, the expensive car, Steve and the very town itself. “You were gonna get away from all this. You were gonna follow Robin to college and live by the ocean and teach middle school. Now I find out you’re back here living with your parents and working for your dad?” 

“Yeah, I tried- we tried,” Steve says, tensing at the judgement in Eddie’s tone. “We moved to the coast, made it work the best we could for a little while but it didn't last. Working minimum wage jobs just wasn't paying the rent and the money ran out and we both had to move back home. But this- this is just temporary.” 

“Temporary,” Eddie repeats, like he doesn’t believe him. “You’ve been here a year.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Robin says you guys hardly talk anymore.” 

Steve’s chest feels tight. “Yeah, um, we just sort of drifted apart.” He shrugs, doesn’t want to get into it. There’s not much more to say anyways - and that was the whole problem, really. Steve’s life had gotten so boring and mundane he didn’t have a whole lot to talk about anymore. His humor dried up, their conversations fell flat, and eventually Robin stopped reaching out. “It happens.” 

(You would know, he almost adds. After all, he and Eddie had drifted apart too, a lot longer ago.)

“Right…” Eddie frowns. Steve doesn’t like the way he’s looking at him, searching his face like he’s trying to see behind his eyes. He looks away. 

“Look, it’s nice to see you again, but I don’t have time to keep chatting right now. I have plans,” he says, short and dismissive. It’s a lie of course, or half of one; Steve has plenty of time before he’s supposed to meet up with Tommy, he just doesn’t want to stay in this conversation. “I’m grabbing a drink with a friend in a minute.” 

“‘A friend’,” Eddie continues to question him, either not taking the hint or blatantly ignoring it, “but not Robin?” 

Steve sighs. “A coworker,” he elaborates. “Tommy.” 

“Hagan?” Eddie scoffs, predictably incredulous and unsupportive. He shakes his head. “Jesus, man, what the fuck happened to you? This isn’t you, Steve, none of this is. I know you, and this is all wrong. You can’t seriously be happy like this.” 

“You don’t know me,” Steve snaps, defensive mostly because he knows Eddie’s right. 

Because Eddie does know him, better than just about anyone except maybe Robin. They were close once, years ago, the better part of their late teens filled with nights spent laying together on the roof of Eddie’s trailer under the stars, trading secrets in hushed voices, all their fears and hopes and dreams, sometimes passing a joint back and forth but other times high on nothing more than simply the other’s presence so close beside them, the brush of their hands and the press of their shoulders. It was a deep and intimate friendship, one that teetered on the edge of becoming something more but never got the chance to, because Eddie was the one who ran away first. By the time Steve made it to the ocean, Eddie had already crossed it and they fell out of touch.

So Eddie knows him, and he’s right, but he has no right to make such a claim after leaving Steve high and dry for years. He has no right to come all the way here just to shit on Steve’s life, no matter how correctly, after so long of not being a part of it.

“You knew me as a teenager,” Steve continues harshly, bitterly. “You knew me as a stupid, hopeful, naive kid. I’ve grown up since then, Eddie. That’s what the fuck happened to me. I grew up.” 

“No, you haven’t grown up,” Eddie sneers. “If anything, you’ve gone backwards. Look at you, it’s like you’re 16 all over again. All hail King Steve - popular pointless rich kid, partying with Tommy Hagan, desperate for approval from all the wrong people.” 

Steve clenches his jaw. “I think you should leave.” 

“It breaks my heart to see you like this, Stevie.” 

“Then don’t see me. Just go. Run away again, it’s what you’re best at.” 

Eddie doesn’t seem to have a comeback for that. He deflates, starts taking a few steps back. “Your Majesty,” he relents with a mocking bow that would’ve come across as derisive if he didn’t look so goddamn sad. He turns around and so does Steve, walking off in opposite directions. 

Steve feels almost dizzy, ill. There are too many emotions swirling beneath the numbness he’d gotten so used to, emotions so long forgotten he can no longer recognize them, can no longer remember how to feel them properly, and so they gather like nausea in his stomach instead. He can smell his mother’s cooking when he enters the house, but declines her offer to make him up a plate. His appetite is gone, and besides, skipping dinner just means he’ll get drunker faster later, which sounds like a pretty good deal to him. He can’t wait to drink away all thoughts of Eddie and their conversation. 

And that’s exactly what he does. He goes out and he gets drunk. Drunk enough to hook up with Tommy’s cousin; drunk enough to convince himself he’s not thinking of anybody else when he tangles his hands in her dark curly hair. 

It does give him a start the next morning though, when he wakes up to wild curls splayed out on the pillow beside him. He sits up with a jolt, his mind slow and hungover and his eyes still blurry with sleep and for a second he thinks-- But then he blinks, his eyes adjust, and that's clearly a woman in his bed. 

She stirs at his movement, lifting a hand to her forehead and groaning. Steve sympathizes. 

“Hell of a hangover, huh?” he says. 

“Yeah.” She glances over at him and smirks. “Totally worth it though,” she adds as she props herself up. “I had fun last night.” 

“Yeah, me too.” He can't remember her name. Tabitha or Tanya or something like that. 

“Well.” She stands, starts collecting her clothes off the floor and getting dressed. “I should get home.” She tosses her hair out of the jacket she's just shrugged on. “I’ll see you around, Steve.” 

“Yeah, see you around,” he echoes, watching her leave. 

Then she's gone, and Steve sags back against the headboard. His stomach is churning and not just from the hangover. Emotions again, ugly ones. He's just beginning to be able to recall what they are now. Guilt, shame. He should've remembered her name. He should've offered her a ride home. How long has it been since he's cared about these things? 

He closes his eyes, an attempt to disconnect for a second, but these feelings won't go away. So he sighs, drags himself out of bed, and tries to go about his day like normal, tries to ignore the fact that he can fucking feel again. 

He’s doing pretty well, same old routine, until night falls and the normalcy is broken by the sound of a rock bouncing off his bedroom window. Two more follow after he ignores the first one, so he grudgingly marches over and flings open his curtains to see what’s going on. He blinks at the sight before him, but his eyes aren’t playing tricks on him this time. Eddie Munson is outside throwing pebbles at his window. As if he hasn’t already done enough damage.

Steve huffs irritably, turning on his heel and storming downstairs to meet him. “Listen, if you’ve just come back to tell me more about how shit my life is, I don’t want to hear it-” 

“Run away with me,” Eddie says instead, and Steve stops short. 

“Are you crazy?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie grins, that wild grin of his that gave him the reputation of insane and reckless when they were younger, but the gleam in his eye falls short of manic. Nervous, excited, desperate, hopeful, maybe; but not crazy. He takes a step closer and speaks like he means it. “You were right, running away is what I’m best at. But I don’t want to run from you, not again, so come with me this time.” His hands reach out as if to touch him, but then change course, gesturing widely. “We can head towards the sea, or wherever you want. What do you say?” 

“I already tried that.” Steve shakes his head. “I told you, Robin and I already tried that and it didn’t work.” 

“So you’re just never gonna try again? Come on,” Eddie urges, “Robin can come too. Call her up, apologize for being a neglectful fucking friend, and let’s all get the hell out of here. Together.” 

“Together…” Steve repeats. The three of them, like it used to be. 

“Yeah.” Eddie’s smile is so full of confidence, full of hope. “I really think we can make it this time.” 

His brightness is contagious, seeping through the edges of Steve’s doubt. That, too, is like it used to be. A self-proclaimed cynic as a teenager, but Eddie had never once come across that way to Steve. To him, Eddie had only ever seemed an endless blaze of optimism. His hope was his defiance, his way of saying, This world sucks, but not to me; I refuse. Steve had forgotten just how inspiring that is.

He's divided now. Torn between Eddie's infectious energy, the hope and want that form an ache in his chest, and the part of his mind that's still clinging to its programming, the part that feels duty bound to remain responsible, practical. The good kid, the perfect worker, the devil on his shoulder masquerading as an angel. It has one more protest to make. “But I can’t just leave. My life is here, my job…” 

“This life is killing you. You know that as well as I do.” Eddie does touch him now, taking Steve’s face in both hands. “The light’s all gone from your pretty eyes. Please let me see if I can help you bring it back.” 

The warmth of Eddie’s hands on his face spreads through his entire body, and Steve’s choice is made. Maybe it’s crazy, maybe they’re just as doomed now as they were all those years ago, but Steve has been woken up from his numbness, made to remember emotion again, all the good and the bad, and he thinks maybe with Eddie he can start to relearn to feel a bit more of the good. “Okay,” he says finally. “I’ll pack a bag. I’ll call Robin.” 

Eddie grins brighter than ever then and kisses him, and Steve knows he’s made the right decision.

[heda-in-the-clouds]

This clexa drabble was inspired by @100yearsofclexa recent real life hotel run-in with a gorgeous woman

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Hotel worker Lexa was at the front desk when blonde bombshell Clarke walked in. Suddenly the world stopped and the air left Lexa's lungs when she saw this goddess walking up to her, smiling and talking in her foreign accent. Lexa was smitten and blushed like the useless lesbian she was. She barely managed to check Clarke into her room without looking like a complete idiot. Thankfully she was the only one present at the desk so none of her coworkers could tease her about her obvious crush. A few minutes later, Clarke called the front desk and asked for Lexa's help because her shower wasn't working properly.

Lexa composed herself as she made the trek to Clarke's room. She took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart as she stood in front of her door and knocked. Nothing could have prepared Lexa for what was about to happen. Clarke opened the door wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. Lexa nearly combusted into flames.

Focus Lexa! Clarke was just going to take a shower. This explains why she's in this state of undress. Pick your jaw off the floor and say something. Unfortunately when Lexa tried to talk, she let out a high pitch squeak that mortified her and caused her cheeks to blush bright red.

Fortunately Clarke saved Lexa from further embarrassment and explained that her shower was broken. No matter what she did, no water came out. Lexa followed Clarke into her bathroom to check it out herself. She twisted the handles and noticed they appeared stuck. She rolled up her sleeves and tried again with more force to loosen the handles. Lexa felt them start to budge so she twisted the handles with more effort. Finally they came loose. Unfortunately, Lexa didn't notice the showerhead was pointed straight at her body.

Suddenly, she was hit with a spray of cold water soaking her clothes by accident. She quickly turned the water off but the damage was already done. Looking down, she saw she was soaked from head to toe. She was mortified because she was wearing a white shirt. Her bra (and nipples which were hard) were completely visible beneath her wet shirt. She tried to cover herself for her own modesty

Clarke apologized and said that Lexa could hang her shirt on her balcony to dry. Suddenly, Lexa felt Clarke's hands on her body as they unbuttoned her shirt. In a matter of seconds, her shirt was gone leaving her partially clothed in front of Clarke. Lexa looked down and was glad she had the forethought to wear a decent bra this morning. She looked up and saw Clarke not so subtly checking out her chest.

Clarke then asked if Lexa wanted to take off her pants too since they're also a bit wet. They can join her shirt on the balcony to dry off in the sun. Lexa nervously agreed. Lexa's hands were shaking as they went down to unzip her pants. Suddenly, Lexa felt Clarke's hands around her own. Clarke looked deep into Lexa's eyes and said "Let me get them for you." Clarke slowly unzipped Lexa's pants and gently tugged them down her legs. Lexa was suddenly self-conscious when she found herself almost naked in front of Clarke who still had the towel wrapped around her naked body.

Clarke's eyes darkened with lust as they checked out Lexa's body. She smirked when she saw the dark wet patch on Lexa's underwear and knew that wasn't caused by the shower. Clarke teased Lexa and asked if she also wanted to take off her underwear to dry since they were also wet.

Lexa hesitated because this would be crossing a line with a customer. Her brain said no but her body screamed yes. Sensing Lexa's apprehension, Clarke took initiative and made the decision for her. She dropped her own towel and exposed herself. She tilted her head and smirked, a clear challenge for Lexa to join her nudity

Seeing the voluptuous sight of Clarke's curves, Lexa's soul left her body and ascended into a higher plane of existence. She's not religious but she prayed to any god listening (probably a sex goddess) and thanked them for this moment.

Clarke leaned into Lexa's ear and whispered that she's going to take her shower now. She's free to join her if she wants. Clarke turned and walked into the bathroom putting an extra sway to her hips.

The sound of the shower running snapped Lexa out of her daze. She stripped out of her underwear as fast as humanely possibly and ran into the bathroom to join Clarke under the running water. Soon the hotel room was filled with the sounds of sex, lusty moans, and heavy breaths as Clarke and Lexa surrendered to their desire for each other

[aurorsworld]

aaron hotchner fics ༉‧₊˚.

A] angst/ hurt+comfort

→ too emotional by @mariasont

→ please don't prove 'em right by @mariasont

→ not fault, just love by @luveline

→ schrodinger's cat by @none-of-your-bullshit

→ ten's a good a number by @mrs-weasley-reid (an actual masterpiece)

HONORARY MENTION: the Lovers and the Tower by @none-of-your-bullshit (my most favourite fic on this site ever, you must read it!!)

B] fluff

→ marked territory by @mariasont

→ my boss won't be happy about this by @mariasont

→ training day by @mariasont

→ not so friendly competition by @ssahotchnerr

→ first responders by @mrs-weasley-reid

note: none of these works belong to me, all credit goes to their respective authors.

reblogs are appreciated!!!

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[xoxorory]

Floaties, Heatwaves & Stolen Kisses !

POV: Fem!Reader (Cabin Counselor, Daughter of Aphrodite,though it's not specified!) Pairing: Lifeguard!Percy Jackson x Cabin Counselor!Fem!Reader Genre: Romance, humor, flirting, established relationship, fluff, suggestive comments, babysitting chaos Word Count: ~3000 words Tag list: @simpingmyassoff , @shootingstargirl2001 (if you want to be added,comment below! !) Warning:English isn't my first lenguage,enjoy ! ! ! a/n: I've been inactive for a long time . . . (I mean in posting fics LOL),hopefully i'm back

1. Melting Skies

The sun hung above Camp Half-Blood like some divine punishment. It wasn’t normal heat—it was godly. Like Hephaestus accidentally left his forge on, and now all of Long Island was preheating at 475°F.

I sat under a canopy near Hermes Cabin, fanning a group of sweaty, grumpy kids with a giant palm leaf.

“My shirt is sticking to my soul,” complained Caleb, a dramatic little son of Hecate.

“My face is melting,” added a girl, collapsing into the grass.

I was about to cry when I spotted salvation in swim trunks.

Percy Jackson. Lifeguard whistle, no shirt, water-slick curls, and that smug grin.

“Hot out here, princess?” he called.

I looked up, fanning myself. “What gave it away, seaweed brain?”

“I’ve got a plan,” he said, lifting a cooler and some floaties. “Lake day. I already got the okay from Chiron. We cool the kids off, and I don’t have to watch you melt.”

“Does your plan include bribing me with alone time and cold drinks?”

He walked up, leaned down, and whispered, “Only if you let me rub your shoulders later, princess.”

I blushed. Hard.

“Are you guys married?” asked a tiny Demeter girl out of nowhere.

“WHAT?” we both exclaimed.

“You look at each other like my mom and dad do before they kiss,” she added.

Percy grinned. “Not married. . . yet.”

I gave him the death glare. He just winked.

2. One,Two,Three. . .To the water, demigods!

Twenty minutes later, kids were splashing in the lake. Percy was up on his lifeguard stand looking like a water god, and I stood beside Piper and Leo on the dock, keeping watch.

“No pushing!” I shouted at the Hermes kids trying to body-surf.

Piper nudged me. “You know he’s been staring at you since you walked up, right?”

“Not my fault I look hot in shorts.”

“Not his fault he wants to marry you.”

I rolled my eyes—then Percy blew his whistle and waved me over.

“Hey, counselor,” he said. “Need help with floaties… and I think my back’s burning.”

“Sure you’re not just craving a little attention, love?”

He handed me the sunscreen. “Please. This is a life-threatening situation.”

I rolled my eyes and began rubbing the lotion onto his shoulders. He groaned softly.

“Did you just moan?” I teased.

“That was a restrained sigh of survival, princess.”

“From what, exactly?”

“You in shorts. Touching me. Acting like it’s nothing.”

I smirked, dragging my fingers just a little lower.

“What if I said I was doing it on purpose?”

“Then I’m filing a complaint with Aphrodite because her daughter’s trying to kill me.”

We were very into it when—

“Why is she rubbing you like that, Percy?”

Caleb. Again.

“Uh... sunscreen,” I said.

“She loves me,” Percy added smugly.

“Does love mean touching backs?”

“Only after curfew,” he muttered under his breath.

I smacked his arm.

3. Floaties, Flirting, & Chaos

The chaos continued—kids were flinging lake water, floaties were capsizing, Leo was making a raft out of juice boxes, and Percy kept diving into the water like some hero from Baywatch.

I sat with my legs in the water, letting the cool ripple against my calves. Percy joined me, his curls wet and clinging to his forehead, his smile soft.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said.

“Hey,waterboy.”

“Thanks for today.”

“For wrangling demigod toddlers in the heat?”

“For that. And for being drop-dead gorgeous while doing it. And for not drowning me in the lake when I said we were married.”

“You're lucky you're cute.”

“I’m lucky I have you.”

He leaned in, his hand brushing my thigh just under the water.

“Pretty” he whispered, “I’m madly in love with you, and I want to kiss you properly.”

“You sure you won’t combust?”

“Only one way to find out.”

And then—

“EWWW! They’re gonna kiss!” someone shrieked.

“BOOOO!”

Percy groaned, resting his forehead on mine. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I told you,” I sighed, “we’re owed at least one uninterrupted kiss.”

“Princess, I swear, the first moment we’re alone—”

“I’m cashing in. With interest.”

4. Sunset & Soft Things

Finally, the little ones were back in their cabins, passed out from too much sun and sugar. The counselors retreated to their own corners of camp, and Percy tugged me toward the dock.

The lake shimmered in the golden-pink of sunset. It was quiet, warm, perfect.

“You ever think about the future?” I asked, curling into his side.

“All the time,” he murmured. “Usually with you in it. In every version.”

I looked up at him. “You’re dangerously romantic today.”

“I’m just in love with the most beautiful girl in the universe. Happens.”

“I’ll allow it.”

He turned to me, eyes serious now.

“I want more days like this. Chaos, floaties, tiny goblins interrupting our kisses... and you. Always you.”

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend again, seaweed boy?”

“No,” he said, smirking. “I’m reminding you that you’re mine. And I’m yours.”

And this time, when he kissed me?

No one interrupted.

[rory-cakes]

Alastor's Birdy-HC

AN: Alestor who was married to a woman during his life. she went to heaven and he went to hell.

Alastor was a mystery to everyone

Creepy, scary, and truly evil were things other souls used to describe him

He didn't care about anyone or anything

He found joy in others' misery

No one would expect him to have ever been in love

no one

Then Missy came to visit

"so how's your little birdy doin'?"

who?

"ya know? his wife?"

his what?

"She's not here. she would never be here"

he's not denying it? and here? as in hell?

"YOU WERE MARRIED!?"

"I AM married. we never divorced"

his eye twitches. That wretch of a woman, missy

spill his whole life story, why don't you?

"She went to heaven. She's an angel."

EVERYONE HAS QUESTIONS

no she wasn't forced into the marrige

yes he loved-loves he

no it wasn't Stockholm syndrome

they were married for 25 years before he died

yes she's real

"how do you know she's in heaven?"

she literally ran multiple shelters and the had a separate place for all of the strays she took in

"like you?"

angel wishes he thought before he spoke sometimes

then charlie's like:

"YOU SHOULD WORK ON BEING REDEAMED YOURSELF SO THAT YOU CAN BE WITH HER!!"

and alastor's like

ha- no

he doesn't have the right to be with her again

not after what he'd done...

[lvnleah]

rory’s first period.

hii! this is the first teen!roo fic, she’s 11 in this one and it’s set in March 2030. it’s set during what I’ve written as beth’s last season before retiring. beth is 34 and viv is 33!

You’d been in the middle of a passing drill, focused on the ball at your feet when you felt… off. It wasn’t painful, exactly. Just a strange, uncomfortable feeling low in your stomach. You tried to ignore it, finishing the drill and moving to the next one, but when you stopped for water, you felt it again.

Something was wrong.

“You okay?” Your friend, Madelyn, murmured from beside you. “You look a little…pale?”

You hummed and nodded, “Mhm, just sore from training that’s it.”

“Break over!” Your coach called out, “Let’s get back to those drills, I want your passing more cleaner this time. Focus!”

You huffed as you went back to passing drills but your mind couldn’t shift away from the pain that lingered in your stomach. As the ball came to your feet once again, you passed it back to Madelyn before running to your coach. 

He wasn’t exactly your favourite person in the world but he was alright. After all, he was the one who got you to join the Arsenal academy last year. 

“I need to go to the toilet…” you muttered, “It’s urgent, coach.”

Your coach barely spared you a glance as he focused on the drill, “Make it quick.” He grumbled. 

You nodded and jogged towards the training centre where the toilets were. Luckily, today you were training at the main training ground as a part of an experience. You knew the place like the back of your hand after basically growing up there. 

By the time you made it inside the training centre and into a stall, your hands were shaking. You pulled your shorts down and that’s when the realisation hit you. 

There was blood in your shorts.

Your breath came fast, panic creeping up your throat. You knew what it was. You weren’t a little kid, and you’d talked about school. Your Arsenal aunts had always been very open about their periods too. 

But knowing about a period and actually dealing with it were two very different things.

You had nothing with you. No clue what to do.

Your first instinct was to call for your coach, but the idea of explaining this in front of everyone made you want to curl up and disappear.

The only person you really wanted though was Beth. 

Beth was training with the first team today. If you could just find her then you knew your mum would be able to help you. Your mum always knew what to do. 

You pulled your hoodie off and tied it around your waist even though it was cold, and slipped out of the changing rooms. The halls of the training centre were mostly empty, but when you reached the gym, you hesitated.

You could see Beth through the doors but she wasn’t alone. Leah and Monkey were there too, along with the rest of the squad as they worked in the gym. 

Your stomach twisted. You’d wanted to just grab Beth and go, but now you’d have to get her attention without letting everyone else hear.

You peeked through the window in the door, looking around to see if you could get to Beth who was on the other side of the gym without drawing attention to yourself. Why were you so nervous? You knew you didn’t have to be nervous because these were your aunts, people you’d grown up around. 

Just as you went to duck out of view, Leah’s eyes met yours and she was quick to stand up and come out to you in the hallway. 

“Roo?” She said as she closed the gym door behind her. “What are you doing here? Thought you were with the U12s.”

You shifted on your feet. “I-I need Mum.”

Leah frowned, glancing toward the gym. “She’s in the gym. What’s wro—”

“Like I really need Mum,” you cut in, voice a little shakier than you meant it to be. “I got my period, Le. I don’t know what to do.”

Leah’s eyes flicked over you, landing on the hoodie tied around your waist. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she said softly as she brought you into a hug. “Hang on. I’ll get your mum, yeah?”

She turned and jogged over to Beth on the other side of the gym, saying something you couldn’t hear. A second later, Beth was moving, heading straight for you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked as she closed the door behind her. “Why didn’t you come in?”

You bit your lip. You didn’t want to say it out loud. “I-I think…I got my period.” You mumbled. 

Beth blinked, and then her face softened. “Oh, Roo.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you blinked furiously, not wanting to cry over this. But Beth just pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss on your temple. 

“Alright, munchkin, let’s go sort you out, yeah?”

You nodded quickly, feeling a little bit better just having her here. Beth kept an arm around your shoulders as she led you toward the changing rooms, keeping her voice soft and steady.

“You’re okay, Roo. This happens to everyone. I promise it’s nothing to worry about.”

“I didn’t think it’d be like this,” you admitted, voice small. “In the middle of football.”

Beth chuckled. “What a way, eh? I know the first time can be a bit scary, but we’ll get you sorted.”

When you reached the changing rooms, she guided you inside and rummaged through her locker before pulling out a small pouch.

“Lucky for you, your brilliant Mumma is always prepared.” She handed you a pad. “I’ll talk you through it if you need.”

You took it, grateful but still embarrassed. Beth must’ve noticed because she just smiled and ruffled your hair.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, munchkin. We’ve all been there.”

You went into the stall, figuring things out as best you could with Beth talking you through the door. When you stepped out, Beth had swapped her serious mum look for something a little more playful.

“How about we grab some chocolate cake from the cafeteria? Fiirst period definitely calls for that.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little. “Really? The one with the thick icing?”

“Of course.” Beth grinned. “And then we can talk about what you need to keep with you from now on. Maybe get you a little emergency kit for your bag?”

You nodded, feeling the panic from earlier finally ease. “Okay.”

Beth threw an arm around your shoulders again. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s go get you some chocolate before Monkey steals it all.”

When you walked back to the canteen, Leah and Monkey were sitting at a table eating their own lunch. 

Beth kept true to her word, grabbing you a slice of chocolate cake from the cafeteria before leading you out to the car. She sent a quick message to your coach, letting him know she was taking you home early, but she didn’t bring it up again. 

It was a quiet drive home with the radio playing softly in the background. When you pulled into the driveway, Beth turned to you with a small smile. “Mamma should be home. We’ve got a few hours before the little ones get back, so we can just take it easy, yeah?”

You nodded, feeling more tired than you expected. Maybe it was the nerves from earlier finally wearing off.

Beth unlocked the door, and the familiar warmth of home wrapped around you. You barely had time to set your bag down before Viv appeared in the hallway, her brows knitting together as she took you in.

“What are you guys doing home so early?”

You hesitated, glancing at Beth, but she just gave you a reassuring nod. So you took a breath and mumbled, “Got my period.”

Viv’s face softened immediately. “Oh, mijn meisje.” She stepped forward, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before looking at Beth. “You sorted?”

Beth held up the emergency pouch she’d grabbed earlier. “We’re all good.”

Viv cupped your cheek gently. “Are you okay?”

You shrugged. “I think so.”

Viv smiled, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you toward the living room. “Then I think this calls for a snuggle.”

Beth chuckled, following close behind. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

You barely had time to sit before Viv settled beside you, pulling you into her side, and Beth flopped down on your other side, tossing a blanket over the three of you.

“Can I get you anything? We’ve got a bit of time before the little ones bring the chaos with them.” Viv asked you. 

“Maybe a hot chocolate?” You said after a moment of thinking. 

Viv nodded, “Of course, one hot chocolate, with marshmallows obviously, coming right up. 

As Viv disappeared into the kitchen, Beth turned to you, “Disney movie?” You nodded. “Tangled?” To which you nodded again, “How could I have guessed, huh?”

Beth chuckled as she grabbed the remote, flicking through the streaming apps until she found Tangled. She knew you’d watched it a hundred times, but that never stopped you from watching it again. It was your comfort movie, something familiar, something safe.

By the time Viv returned with your hot chocolate, the movie had just started. She handed you the mug carefully, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before sitting back down next to you.

As the movie played on, Beth’s fingers absentmindedly ran through your hair, and Viv rested her head lightly against yours. You weren’t sure when your eyes started getting heavy, but at some point, you let yourself drift off, warm and safe between your mums.

Whatever had felt scary or overwhelming earlier didn’t seem so bad anymore.

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

History Repeats Itself

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note: first jess one-shot!!! (and i'm actually proud of it???) also i say their baby is one but i don't know babies to well so if she's too advanced for a one year old, just cut me some slack

warnings: teen pregnancy, food/eating

word count: 4.7 k

♡ summary: Being a teen mom is hard but without any help it's even harder, after saving up enough she can finally move to Stars Hollow to be closer to her baby's father

♡ Jess Mariano x reader

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The bus ride down was long, and it only got worse as 1-year-old Caroline woke up from her nap and decided to let everyone know of the inconvenience. Finally after the long months of working and saving up she had enough to move to Stars Hollow, unlike Jess who had a parent to send them and an uncle to stay with, she saved up and made it happen. She wanted Caroline to be around her father, and she wanted to be close to Jess.

And Y/n’s always loved the idea of a small town, a place where you felt safe, a place she would feel safe raising her child in, a place that wasn’t $2,500 a month for a closet. Here she could give her daughter a lot more, here she would have a support system in Jess and Luke. Unlike what her parents would give her.

By this point in the bus route it was only the mother and daughter and a couple strays, she saw the messy haired boy sitting on a park bench close to the bus stop, of course he had his nose in a book. She started packing up Caroline’s stuff, tucking her blanket and toys in the basket of the stroller.

When she got to the bus doors, Jess quickly made his way to help her lift the stroller down the steps, when the stroller was once again on the ground Jess squats down getting face to face with his little girl, “Hey, Care!” “Daddy!” He lifted her up by her armpits. When the little girl was out of her seat and in her dad’s arms, her mom stacked their bags on the seat.

“Hi! You’re so big! Really she is. She’s growing up so fast.” “Well she can walk way more stable now. No more scaring, mommy that you’ll fall if I look away for a second.” She says the last sentence in baby voice while she tickles the girl’s belly to make her giggle and their foreheads to rest on each other’s.  

“So you gonna show us around?!” “‘Around’?” They continued their walk around the gazebo area, walking towards Luke’s. 

“This is it, that's the record shop, that’s the bookstore, that's Luke’s, and that’s all you need to know.” “Well where’s the bank, I might need to rob it later.” “You’ll find a job. And if you don’t then work at Luke’s, he could do with the time off then maybe he’d get off everyone’s backs.” “He’s probably stressed with you always causing trouble.” “Me? Trouble? Nooo, I’m a peach.”

-

Jess had the baby today since Y/n was off to find a job, her first stop was the most promising. Luke let her know that a friend of his needed extra staff at their Inn for an event that was coming up, someone who could be an assistant of sorts. So after wearing her most capable looking top, and best fitting jeans. She kissed Caroline’s check and yelled goodbye to Luke and Jess as she began her walk.

When she walked inside she saw a man at the front desk on the phone. Waiting to ask for directions, she hung around the man’s desk, busying herself with some pamphlet. She couldn't help but listen to the man’s angry English in his french accent.

Suddenly he hung up the phone and got back to writing whatever he was writing, without looking up and with an annoyed tone said, “Yes?” “I was looking for Lorelei, I’m here for-” “The assistant job, yes.. Follow me.” He walked quickly to wherever it was they were going, mumbling along the way, “Of course, an assistant. Just what we need around here. Not like I don’t already do most of the work around here.”

He opened the door for them, it ended up being the kitchen they were now in. A tall woman holding a to-go coffee cup that said ‘Luke’s’ on it and a shorter woman in an apron fighting with a scruffy man about vegetables, which look to be parsnips. 

“The mini-you is here.” “One little comment, Micheal. I’m not saying you’re incapable. I just want more help with organising events so I focus on planning!” “Whatever.” Turning on his heels, Micheal walked out the doors making his way back to his desk. 

“So you’ve met Micheal! Sorry, we usually don’t let him around the new people but we're a little short-staffed. Let’s head to the dining room.”

They sat down at a table in the dining room, Lorelei asked all the important questions, and Y/n was perfect, now she was just asking the things she’ll tell Sookie later when the woman asks about the new hire.

Taking a sip of her sixth coffee this morning Lorelei asked, “So, are you new to town? I haven’t seen you around before.” The girl was stirring milk into her second coffee as she responded, “Yeah, I am. I just moved here with my um- my daughter, closer to her dad so…” 

Since it was of course the time most adults got horrified, thought she was a bad kid, and though she didn’t get that vibe from Lorelei, it was at least bound to shock her. “You’re daughter? How old are you? Wait- I know, it’s on your resume. I mean- I’m, deja vu y’know? Abba did say ‘the history books on the shelf are always repeating themselves’.” 

She must have seen the confused look on the young girl and explained, “I had my daughter when I was sixteen.. And came here to get a job, so just getting major deja vu. Well then, since I know what you’re going through, I won’t put you through the short mental torture of waiting for a call I was gonna do and just tell you you got the job.” “Oh, thank you! I really need this, I can’t thank you enough.” “Just change her name to Lorelei and we’ll call it even.” “deal.” Those two would get along great, much to Luke’s misfortune.

-

Y/n sat at the counter with Caroline in front of her sitting on the counter while she played with her mother’s hair. Jess was filling up cups of coffee and serving customers while he listened to Y/n’s words.

“So until you go back to school, you’ll have Caroline during the day here and when I’m done work I’ll take her.” “No, you’ll never have a break. After work you go to your house, relax then grab her after dinner.” 

Jess may have this ‘I only care about myself’ attitude but that never included Caroline and Y/n, he’d kill for either of them at any given moment. He always put them first. If thought Y/n needed a break, she was getting a break whether she wanted it or not. 

Just as the girl was going to thank him she was interrupted by another girl around their age coming to sit down at the counter, two over from her. 

“I have the book you lent me.” She said, unknowingly interrupting the conversation since Jess was facing the coffee machine to make a new batch when she sat down. “Oh, thanks.” He muttered, notably not turning to face her.

On the inside Jess felt guilty. Why did he feel guilty? He didn’t do anything, he and Y/n weren’t together, nevermind the fact that all he did was lend Rory a book. As friends. Because they’re friends. But nonetheless it almost felt like cheating. Jess and Y/n may not be together officially but that didn’t mean that they both didn’t love each other. And not just because they were the parents to a beautiful little girl. Jess had always wanted more, he’d let the girl know that more than a handful of times, and she let him know it wasn’t unrequited, yet something always came between them.

You’d think having a baby together would bring them closer, and in some ways it did; they trusted each other more. But they also fought more and being the dumb teenagers they were, they didn’t have the emotional ability to move past that and build the relationship they both wanted. And then when they felt they were ready to, Jess was sent to live with his uncle. Just another fork in the road. But now they were living in the same town and had a good system, and people to support them. It was the perfect time, everything was going right, they could feel all the feelings that never really left resurfacing.

“Okay, I have to get to work. You’ve got her?” “Yeah.” “Bye, baby, I love you. I’ll see you in a little bit, but you get to spend all day with daddy.” “Bye-bye, mommy!” 

She said bye to Jess after she walked around the counter and handed him Caroline, muttering a small ‘go see, daddy’ that Rory most definitely heard.

When the door finally chimed shut Rory shot up to follow Jess to the table he was now setting Caroline up at. She watched his gentle movements as he readjusts her shirt and places crayons and paper in front of her, which she got right into scriballing away. 

“She’s yours?” “Yeah.” “.. So that girl is your girlfri-" "I’ve got work to do.” 

-

The warm atmosphere of the dinner is a stark contrast to the cold winter air. Noticing Jess and Caroline are nowhere to be seen she assumes they were upstairs and makes her way up the stairs. Half-way up the flight of stairs she could hear her little girl’s loud giggles. She quietly opens the door to see Jess holding Caroline above his head, as if she was flying.

When she first got pregnant everyone told her Jess wouldn’t be a good dad, that she can’t rely on him for anything. God were they wrong. She doesn’t think it’s possible for her baby to have a better person as a dad. She sadly doesn’t get to watch the scene for much longer as she’s spotted by little Caroline.

“Mommy! I see daddy ‘morrow?” “Yes, you get to be with daddy all day tomorrow too.” “Yay!”

As the conversation between them goes on, Jess lets his little girl plant her feet back on the ground and starts collecting some things she’ll need during the night before she comes back here tomorrow, he then starts getting Caroline’s shoes on her feet. While Y/n sits on the couch next to their little girl.

“So who was that girl this morning?” “Who?” 

Jess always did this, it was a tell tale sign that he didn’t want to talk about it, but that’s never stopped Y/n before. “You know who.” Of course having to be difficult, Jess gives her a fake confused look, as if he’s never met another girl in his life. 

“The one returning your book.” “Oh, that girl.” “Yeah, that girl.” “She’s nobody.” “So you just lend books to ‘nobody’s now?” “Care, where’s Mr.Wiggle?” The girl lets out a gasp and reaches out for Jess to help her off the couch, when he does she runs into the closet where she previously hid while playing hide and seek a couple hours earlier. 

“What? Don’t want Care to hear about her new step-mom?” “Don’t call her that.” “What? Care? Only you can call her that?” “No, don’t call Rory Care’s ‘step-mom’.” “Rory! I get her name!” 

Jess was a quiet guy, but not this quiet, especially not with Y/n. He didn’t want to talk about Rory, maybe because it was weird talking about another girl with your baby momma. And yes it was weird for Y/n too, but for a completely different reason, she assumes. She liked Jess, and has since before she even knew about Caroline.

“C’mon, Jess, it’s me. I want you to be happy.” Sure Rory made him happy, but only because she was the only friend he had here, it wasn’t the way Y/n made him happy. Before he could deny for words again Caroline came back running into the room with her stuffie in her hands. Having already said her goodbyes, she opened the door and walked out.

“Caroline, wait hun! I think you should go for it Jess.”

She walked out the door, closing it behind her, leaving Jess to stare at where she disappeared. He decided to take her advice, just maybe not the way she meant it

-

Y/n helped Caroline pack more snow onto their snowman. Caroline wanted to do it after she heard Luke complaining about town events again, he stopped complaining when he saw how excited the girl was. They had Mr.Wiggles off the side learning against the tree, using him as a reference. 

“Mommy, no. Mr.Wiggles has more hair.” 

Caroline was getting very comfortable ordering her mother around, but in this instance Y/n let it slide, poking more sticks on the top of the snowman’s head to mimic Mr.Wiggle’s spiky hair. 

“That’s good!”

Lorelei and Rory were just one snowman down, both told Caroline they thought she would win and encouraged her before she even started. Since they were so close, they could hear the scene that had just played out. 

“Tough age, wait till you get to the terrible twos. ‘No’ is all you’ll hear.” Lorelei said, kindly as her and her own daughter walked past them. Y/n let out a laugh at the comment before she asks, “You guys done already?” “No, but after Michelangelo over there busted out the power buffer, and when Caroline busts out her cuteness, what chance do we have?” “I see your point.” “So off to Luke’s we go.” “We’ll see you there in a bit.”

-

Y/n was standing talking to one of the decorators when she saw Lorelei and Sookie step out of the kitchen, quickly finishing her directions she wrote down a note on her clipboard then made her way to meet them at the entrance of the dining room.

When Sookie sees her, she asks, “What’re we looking at today?” Sookie was really fun to work with, like Lorelei she was very chill as a boss, but Sookie was also so kind and always took it upon herself to make sure Y/n has eaten and that her and Caroline are taken care of. She could tell the woman was going to make an amazing mother.

“This is last on the list.” She replied, after she took a quick glance at her clipboard, then continued, “We’ve got trumpets, the madrigal singers-” “Sorry to interrupt, but I’m not playing squire of Bracebridge.” 

Sookie and Lorelei must have finally told Jackson to play the squire, they told her earlier in the week that they were playing to ask at the last moments so he had to. It was a flawless plan, especially when Jackson can’t say no to Sookie.

She saw that Lorelei and Sookie were just ignoring him, so she played along and continued down her list, “All the servers are lined up. This is just for the recorder players and harpists.” She stopped at the recorder players and let Lorelei talk to them, “Hi. Lay some on us, guys.” 

The two recorder players played the soft tube they were going to come accustomed to in the next few days. The three of them shared positive looks and when their playing came to an end, Sookie said, “Hey, you cats really know how to blow those things.” Lorelei continued Sookie’s comment by saying, “You’ve got the gig. Y/n here will call you later with the details. Thanks.” 

Recorder players started packing their things, Jackson started again on the fact that he wouldn’t play the squire, and the three women continued to ignore him.

“When do the quests arrive?” “Thursday at four on their own jet.” “After buying out the whole inn.”

“Must be nice to have money.” Y/n added, checking off and writing down more notes on her clipboard.

“You know what struck me today?” “-Was it the fact that I am not the squire?-""We’re crazy for doing this.” “We’re beyond crazy.” It did feel crazy, Lorelei told her they’d never done a function this big before and that’s the reason they hired more help. Like her, but also that they were planning to do a lot more big things like this, more weddings, and such. 

“We’re ‘Anne Heche speaking her secret language to god and looking for the spaceship in Fresno’ kinda crazy.” “Oquinis no-goodo noto.” Sookie said, causing Y/n add, “Il ecnatra dos guidan.”

Their nonsense was once again interrupted by Jackson, “And spring this on me at the last minute too. I mean, that’s just manipulative.” Suddenly a cook pops his head out of the kitchen, saying calmly, “Sookie- fire!”

Sookie rolled her eyes softly, this happened far too often, before saying, “I gotta get back in the kitchen. You guys handle the harps?” Both women nodded and replied in unison, “You got it.” 

“Alright. I’ll do it. I’ll play squire Bracebridge if that’s what you want.” Everyone knew he would cave eventually. Sookie patted his arm and said a quick, “Thanks, sweetie.” before walking back into the kitchen to hopefully deal with the fire. “As long as it’s not just because I fit the costume.” Jackson looked back at Lorelei and Y/n, Lorelei had a grin on her face while Y/n wore a tight-lipped smile. “It’s because I fit the costume, isn’t it?” He followed after Sookie.

Lorelei put her arm around Y/n and led them to the harpist, “Go ahead.” The harpist played the same tune as the two recorder players. But just as the woman started, Lorelei got a call. She patted Y/n’s arm, “I have to take this, you handle the harpist.”

The girl tried to stay calm, nodding her head and going back to listening to the music. Lorelei trusted her, yes it wasn’t a big job by any means, but still it was a step into a bigger role down the line.

-

The next day, Sookie and Y/n had all the waiters/performers in the dining room going over what their job was. And teaching them the old English words to use for things.

Sookie was just telling Rune that he couldn’t just talk like an old man whe Lorelei came in with a disappointed look on her face, and let them know the dinner was off.

The three women, as well as Rory and Caroline were now sitting at a table at Luke’s, Caroline was happily eating her pancakes, plain just as she liked and completely unaware of the collective disappointment of the group.

Lorelei has really welcomed Y/n into her life. She may not be Jess’s biggest fan, but she would always help another teen mom out. Especially since she sees so much of herself in Y/n. She’s grown to really love the girl in the short time they’ve known each other. And aftering hearing Y/n didn’t have her family in her life she was more than happy to help and maybe become that family for her one day. Just like Mia did for her.

“I’ve got 30 pounds of aged beef, trays and trays of trout, mountains of prune tarts. I diced pumpkins until my hands turned orange. I’ve got pumpkin hands!” Sookie showed the table her hands, it apparently caught Caroline’s attention since she grabbed Sookie’s right hand and held it in her left while she continued eating. Sookie lets her hand rest in the little girl’s while she freaks out more and asks Lorelei, “How can you stay so calm?” “There’s nothing we can do about it.” 

Rory was just as upset, mostly because she knew how hard her mother worked on the planning, “I can’t believe they got snowed in.” Y/n hasn’t told Jess, but she’s become pretty close to Rory, the girl sometimes comes to the Inn and helps around and Rory’s become kinda her only friend, that was until Rory invited her to the record store with Lane. After that day she had two friends. 

After knowing Rory more, she realised how much she and Jess have in common, and even though Rory has a boyfriend she can tell there’s an attraction to Jess she’s trying so hard to hide. 

Y/n zoned out for a moment, looking outside, she was upset that the first event she helped organise wouldn’t even happen. She was broken from her stare out the window from Caroline jumping in place while sitting on her mom’s lap, the cause of which was Luke coming to the table. 

“You girls want anything besides coffee?” He asked, adding on with a pat on the girl’s head, “Or pancakes?” “Hey, what about Luke?” “What about him?” “He eats, and Jess eats. Doesn’t Jess eat?” Sookie directs the question at Y/n, before the girl could say anything Luke cuts her off, “What’s she doing?” “I think she’s inviting you for dinner.”

Getting distracted while trying to convince Luke to come to dinner, the four decide to still put on the dinner for the town. Like an out of control slumber-party.

-

The dinner was going great, the secret amazing part of inviting the town was that Y/n and Caroline could actually meet everyone. Miss. Patty and Babette loved Y/n and Caroline (mostly Caroline), Caroline loved Kirk, and everyone loved that Caroline could do whatever she wanted and Talor wouldn’t say anything. And Y/n got to meet Paris after all the stories she’s heard.

Caroline and Y/n were in line for the horse drawn carriage rides, when Caroline saw her favourite person, Lane. “Laney! I ride with you!” Lane, before agreeing, made eye contact with Y/n to make sure it was okay. Y/n gave them the go ahead and helped Caroline get settled. After their carriage left she made her way to the next one. Telling the driver it’s just her.

It was nice to get a break from everything. It was quiet and peaceful. Well that was until Jess ran up and hopped on the carriage next to her. Without a word he put the blanket that was over the girl’s legs on his too. 

“I thought you and Care were going together.” “She’s one ahead, with Lane.” “Ahhh. Well it’s two to a sleigh no more, no less. So you were breaking the rules, you're welcome for saving you.” “You could have hurt yourself.” “Aw, you care about me.” “You are my baby's father.” 

She wished she just agreed with him. She didn’t just care for him because he was Caroline’s dad, and she doesn’t think she says it enough. But then again, maybe it would mess things up if she admitted that. But that decision was made for her.

“I’m touched.” “Jess. I don’t mean it like that. I care about you, Caroline or not.” 

Trying to change the topic to something she thought was more lighthearted, she says, “So, how are things with Rory?” “There are no things with Rory.” “C’mon, Jess, we can talk about this stuff-” “Why are you so insistent that I date Rory?” 

She wasn’t expecting that outburst. Not from Jess. He rarely ever yelled at her, and when he did it was always misplaced anger, never actually angry at her. This time it was her, it was what she said.

“I just want you to be happy-” “C’mon, Y/n. Be serious.” “I am. I want-” “If you want me to be happy so bad, why won’t you give me a chance?!” 

He turned his face to her, looking right into her eyes, she could see the hurt in his. Did she put it there?

“What’re you-” “Since we found out about Caroline, I’ve tried and tried to help you realise that I love you. And not how you mean ‘I love you’. I don’t love and care for you because we have a family and I have to. I love you, because I want to. I want to be with you. And I know it will be hard, but I’ll do the work.” 

If she had more social awareness at the pent she would have hated that the coachman heard all of that. But after what Jess said, the look in his eyes; that was so full of love. She felt like it was just them two in the world. No, that it was just their little family in the whole world. He and Caroline were all she would ever need.

“I love you too, Jess. I have for so long, long before Caroline, but I thought you wouldn’t want to be tied down to me, especially after I had Caroline, that any sign I thought you gave me was all in my head.” “It’s not.” 

He brought her in closer to him, an arm around her shoulders and when her arms wrapped around his waist he left a kiss on the crown of her head. The small kiss brought her eyes up to him, which led to their first real kiss in one year and nine months. 

His lips were softer than she remembered, but they still fit into hers as if they never left.

She broke away from their reuniting kiss to place her head in the crook of his neck, wanting nothing more than to be close to him.

“My mom didn’t want me to come home.” She took her head out of his neck to look at him fully. They were always that person for each other, the one you can tell your problem to and they knew when to help and when listening was enough. Right now, she knew listening was enough.

“I’m sorry, Jess.” “It’s fine. Just sucks.” “I know. Well, Care and I will always want you to come home.” After her words, he brought her closer than before. She was always just what he needed. 

Wanting to change the subject, Jess nodded his head to the snowman Y/n and Caroline built. “It’s good.” “What?” “Your snowman, well Caroline’s snowman I'm sure she’d want me to say.” “You know which one’s ours?” “Definitely shows her personality… It kinda looks like Mr.Wiggles.” “That’s what we were going for. But everyone thinks the one on the end is going to win.” “Really? It’s so overdone.” “I agree.” “You and Care’s should win.” “Agree again.”

-

The dinner was filled with Jess and Luke confused at what exactly was in the food, Jess and Y/n trying their best to keep Caroline sat which about half an hour in they gave up and just let her walk around the lobby, as well as saying hello and talking to everyone at the table. Having an interesting conversation with Mrs.Kim about grace, ‘helping’ Kirk by sitting on his rolling food cart, and even talking with Paris for a while. 

Overall it was a great night. Even better when Jess, Y/n, and Caroline got to their shared room, putting Caroline asleep together for the first time in a while. And falling to sleep in the same bed together, holding each other, listening to each other’s breaths, as well as Caroline’s. Everything was just how they both always secretly wanted. And now get to have openly and freely. 

- 

In the morning Y/n got up early since she was technically working, and she still was when Luke, Jess, and Caroline left to open the diner for the day. It was around noon when Y/n finally left, walking to Luke’s to spend the day with her two favourite people. Which was when she saw Michelangelo’s snowman fallen to a large pile of snow on the ground.

She didn’t even have to think for a second to know that Jess did it. Sometimes he did the weirdest things to show his love.

The bell rang as she pushed open the door, she sat down next to Caroline, saying ‘good morning’ and getting one back before she made her way to the counter.

“I saw what you did.” “What’d I do?” “Caroline will be happy she won.” “Anything if my girl’s win.”

[silentstyx]

okay saw that you also write for ethan morgan and could you. write a siren!reader thats like SUPER into him and he finds it unnerving (hes not used to girls Actually liking him) and he agrees to go on a date w her?? you can choose where!

"Bright like blue" ~ Ethan Morgan x Siren! Reader

tw! siren

erm idk which episode had the siren i cant find it 😖 i was gonna rewatch it but nvm ig, anyways ik what sirens are so i'll js thug it out. Also this guy is such a geek that he fs does dates at his house and gets his family to leave the house. he's also broke. i hate this.

(backstory: friends w sarah/erica they knew you were a siren, told the group thats how everyone knows)

Ethan kept his distance from her, to the best of his abilities at least. The thought of her luring someone out and killing them just by using her voice was.... frightening to say the least.

Yet, every time she flashed him the smile he remembered the kind of person she was. That she wouldn't make random men fall in love with her and then lure them out to sea and drown them! Right?

He knew you liked him, Sarah told him awhile ago. He didn't know what to do though, a girl hasn't ever liked him before. He's never even been on a date. I mean he's never really been too interested in dating until last year! Except he would be lying if he said you weren't attractive, I mean you're one of the prettiest people he's seen. Like ever.

"Hey, Ethan wait up" You called for him.

You were going to the same class together, he already knew that. It scared him, but he knew. Why was he so terrified of you? He knew you wouldn't actually kill him, but every once in a while he'll catch a glimpse of a scale or gill thats usually well hidden and it freaks him out.

"you wanna walk to class with-" He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"Do you wanna go on a date?" He asks looking at you, "wi-with me! i mean... do you want to go on a date with me..."

The last part of that was less of a question and more of anxiety and muttering. Yet, you could only smile at him and his dorky self.

"yeah sure" you respond, contently.

He was confused, why was he more anxious about this than you? You're the one that likes him! He doesn't even know if he likes you! Ok, he does like you a little bit... but why aren't you freaking out? Jesus just answer her!

"okay, uhm uh do you wanna just meet me at my house then..?" He was trying to play cool but there was clear anxiety in his voice. His stutter with every other word.

"yeah, sounds cool. So... do you wanna walk to class together or what?" You say, almost teasingly. With that same smile you always give him. God, you're pretty.

He just nods his head and you guys walk and talk with each other to class. You were doing the majority of talking, but you were so funny and so interesting. He hadn't ever talked to you for this long before. Once you reached the class your shared giggles died down.

After sitting through the hour long class he was thinking about what to wear, he had a good idea of what it would be. In the halls you went with Sarah and Erica while he went with Benny and Rory. You both just happened to be talking about the same thing though.

You came over an hour after school ended, there were no cars in the drive way. It looked as if no one was home, except the lights were on. You knocked on the door.

He answered wearing his and blue collar shirt with his formal pants. He looked at your somewhat formal (dress/suit/etc) attire.

"You look great" he says with a nervous smile.

"Thanks," you say with a genuine voice, "you look... geeky"

You both chuckle and he invites you in, offering his hand to you. You grab his hand and he gets a vision of water and a dock and a song.

You being a siren this freaks him out and he lets go of you instantly. While you just look at him confused, why did he drop your hand so fast? He had finally just stopped acting weird around you, kind of. Is he going to start again?

He leads you to the dining room where he set up candles and music, with food that looks surprisingly edible.

The room looked nice but, you had to poke fun.

"Everything looks great, but." Your voice trailed off at the end, teasing him.

He looked at you nervously, "but?"

"Take off the sweater vest. It's killing the mood." You say, playfully making fun of him. Lightly laughing.

He just rolled his eyes, taking off the vest and throwing it somewhere behind the two of you.

You two were talking and laughing the whole night, besides eating the enormous amounts of food that the two of you happened to finish somehow?

"Hey, I wanna show you something c'mon!" You say excitedly, standing up while wiping your face.

He looked at you confused, was this the thing in his vision? What were you showing him? He got up slowly, following you out.

You finally both arrived, hand-in-hand, walking to a somewhat abandoned dock. It didn't look old and dangerous but there were no boats or any signs of recent human life. You leave him and go to the edge of the dock, sticking your feet over. Humming some olden siren tune.

Same song as in his vision, thus making him panic. He stays off the deck completely, scared of what you might do. You turn around, suggesting him to come over as you scoot over. Making room for him. Kicking your feet in the water. He walks over, slowly, to sit with you. He takes off his shoes and socks and puts his feet in the water. Kicking with your feet in the water.

Maybe some visions aren't bad.