#the one w long hair is Rhiannon

[velvetlilacsdaisies]

Shit at Feelings i

Part one

Pairing: Bodhi Durran x fem!marked one!reader

Synopsis: Bonding with dragons? No issue. Killing venin? Unfortunate, but doable. Confronting your feelings towards your childhood best friend? No thanks.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: SPOILERS!!, drinking, swearing, filler dialogue, not proofread v well. lmk if I missed anything

A/n: my first Emperyeon series fic!! Was supposed to be just a one part fic, but I got carried away. I also just wanted to write a self indulgent piece w dialogue amongst the group too 🥲 this is my first time in a while posting but I fr love Bodhi sm I needed to have something w him in it. I hope you enjoy!

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You survived your first year, you defied the odds of what everyone else said about you. Not only defying those odds, but being one of the best in your year. Maybe Imogen and Xaden had played a crucial part, but most of the marked ones were surprised. You had been more quiet and reserved out of the group of kids for the high ranked officials, but that didn’t mean you were weak. You had proved that while being ruthless and cunning in your training. Your parents were Fen Riorson’s top battle strategist and healer after all.

In the gathering hall, everyone celebrated moving into their new ranks. While simultaneously saying goodbye to the third years they’ve grown to know. You were indulging in the alcoholic lemonade, and your fellow fourth wing with more than a few words tonight. You sat on the left side of Violet while Imogen sat on the right. Nadine and Sawyer next to Rhiannon across from you bickering playfully about something. You savoring your newfound will to live after the events at Resson.

The hall was sweltering in the summer evening heat, no amount of lesser magic had helped. Neither did the warmth you could feel from Ridoc beside you. Taking your jacket off, only being left in your tank top underneath.

“Damn Y/n,” whistled Ridoc. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your relics yet.” Everyone’s eyes went to you, and usually you would’ve been intimidated by all eyes on you. Tonight it didn’t faze you that much. Even noting the softened gaze in Nadine’s eyes, who had been skeptical of the kids of the rebellion at the beginning of the year.

Both sides of your collarbones are covered in intricate designs extending to shoulders making their way down to your biceps on both arms. You never tried to hide the relics, but you never took your jacket off or opted for a long sleeve, higher collared shirt when training in lessons.

You rolled your eyes at the male’s cheekiness and everyone gawking besides the few who knew what already laid beneath your jacket. “It’s not something I necessarily flaunt.”

“Obviously or we wouldn’t all be shocked here.” Sawyer snorted, sipping on his beverage.

“It’s so badass though.” Violet acted as if she hadn’t only seen it days prior.

“I had been fortunate in the placements of them. Since both of my parents were a part of Riorson’s regime.” You tried not to be bashful about it.

“Where’s your dragon relic?” Ridoc blurted as he looked at the design on your shoulders.

“Sheesh,” Rihannon reached over, flicking his ear. “You’re staring like you’ve never seen any relics before.”

Before you could give a response, something caught the youngest Sorrengail’s eye causing her to get up. “I’ll be back.” Violet stood up from the table, wobbling tipsily to the corner where you saw Xaden and Bodhi. The latter descended, seeing the silver haired girl approach them, offering a curt nod when they passed one another.

You gulped at how good Bodhi looked in his new third year jacket, even when it bore no difference to his second year uniform. You were just a sucker for Bodhi in a uniform admittedly. The mage lights illuminating his dark curls to a chocolate hue that tempted you to run your fingers through his hair.

Despite being close with Xaden, Imogen, and even Garrick—you kept your distance from the younger man for a year before he left for Basigath. When you were kids, you two had been close friends, maybe even inseparable. But when a rebellion happens, and you have increasingly become aware of how much your affection for him went so much deeper than being his friend—things become complicated.

When you were around him now it was the only time you felt truly timid. You could conquer the parapet, gauntlet, bond a dragon, kill venin and wyvern, but that man was your weakness. He had narrowly saved you and your dragon from a wyvern attack while back in Resson.

His cheek still dusted with a greenish yellow bruise, and jaw gashed with a healing cut. Unashamedly you thought it made him look so much more lethally handsome than he was. Gods you were resorting to a bumbling nervous lovesick puppy.

“Human women and their finicky hormones and emotions.” Your dragon, Cleasaí, chortled through your bond.

“Quiet, go eat sheep or something.” You slammed your mental shields up from her to the best of your ability while intoxicated.

Bodhi reached the table, already looking at you. His hazel eyes shimmered with curiosity as he scanned your exposed arms and collarbones. Either not used to lack of sleeves or was it the fact you unabashedly stared back for once. His mouth curled into a lazy smirk. You hoped he didn’t notice your already flushed warm cheeks redden under the mage lights, feeling a ghost of smirk on your own lips. The lavender lemonade made you feel bolder evidently as well.

“Mind if I squeeze in?” He asked, keeping his eyes locked on yours stil.

“I can move over—“ Imogen started moving closer to you, but he had already stepped over the bench to take a seat in between the two of you. “Or not.” She deadpanned. She had been one of the only ones that knew the complicated timeline between the two of you.

Your heart skipped a split second from the stare down between the both of you. Now feeling acutely aware of your posture and the swarm of what you could only compare to bees buzzing around in your stomach.

“Y/n,” he greeted casually, his voice a warm husky tone.

“Bodhi.” You tried to play cool, and take a sip of your frothy drink. Not only did you know he was looking at you, you could see Imogen in your peripheral, giving you a “what-the-fuck” look at the interaction. Ignoring the pink haired girl, you spoke up again. “Feel like a third year yet?”

“Eh, it won’t hit me until the new candidates get here.” He finally took his eyes off you as Ridoc offered him a bottle of ale. “Thanks man.” Bodhi’s side pressed up to you when leaned over to take the bottle.

His warmth doubled down into you, igniting the exposed skin where he pressed into you. Feeling his minty breath fan the side of your face, and the smell of cedar, patchouli, and musk invade your senses. You could feel his hard muscle flex through the layers of his clothing against your bicep. The storm that buzzed through your stomach turned into heat seeping into your core. Lovesick puppy or just desperate for male touch?

“I know I will be taking every advantage as a second year,” Nadine chimed in. “Finally being able to sleep in is priority number one!” She did a little celebratory dance in her seat. You snapped out the trance Bodhi left you in, and agreed with her.

“I’ll be savoring our newfound alone time too.” An extra hour in the morning, and weekends to actually do something more than chores or training. Maybe you can finally break out the sketch book that someone smuggled in for you during a supplies trip. You only found it on your bed with no note.

“Define alone time, Y/n.” Rihannon wagged her eyebrows at you. The group chuckled at the suggestive comment.

“Or will you use your newfound freedom to bring someone into your room finally?” Ridoc added, causing the group to laugh louder. If you weren’t red enough already, you had to be beet red now.

“What makes you think I haven’t already?” An inquisitive eyebrow raised at the shorter male from beside you. ‘Oohs’ rise from the group.

“Did you want to be number one, Ridoc?” Quinn giggled.

You felt both the male in question and Bodhi tense. The former blushing a deep scarlet in embarrassment and the latter wearing a neutral expression you couldn’t decipher.

“Sounds like you’re keeping watch of me.” You teased playfully. The flushed male who usually was never at loss for words was now stammering trying to deny it. “It’s okay, maybe one day I’ll take your consideration if I’m ever bored enough.”

“Not what I meant.” Ridoc put his hands over his face groaning. You finally let out a laugh from his reaction, you couldn’t help getting the slight joy of teasing him. He always got the joy of doing it to everyone else. It seemed the rest of the group was enjoying teasing the man just as much too. Everyone besides Bodhi, who had a slight scowl on his face until Imogen whispered something to him.

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By the end of the night, everyone was just about ready for bed drunkenly chatting and giggling at one another. You had consumed two more tall glasses of lavender lemonade. Most of the group now were clamoring around getting clumsy and incoherent. While you were trying to stay sane while remaining seated next to the guy you’ve always had undeniable feelings for. Overly aware of every little action he did at the table throughout the night. From him laughing to the way he gripped the bottle of his alcohol. Lovesick puppy.

You had stood at the exit of the hall up to the dormitories with Ridoc and Rhiannon. Both have to hold each other up as they bid you goodnight.

“Y/n,” Ridoc hiccupped. “I wasn’t serious about earlier, but if you’re—“ hiccup “serious I can be—“ another hiccup “serious.” You did everything you could not laugh out loud knowing it was the alcohol talking.

“She wasn’t.” Bodhi came up next to you, giving him a glare. You shot him a look, not used to such a serious or broody version of the man you grew up with. Him always being the friendlier one out of Xaden, Garrick, and himself. “Goodnight you two.”

Rhiannon’s eyes widened in a shocking delight. “I knew there was something between the two of you!” She squealed, like he bared his soul with a couple words.

“There is—“ you go to correct her, but the tall male beside you cuts you off.

“Goodnight Cadet Matthias.” He had an authoritative tone that made your knees buckle. Or was that the alcohol? His muscular arm wrapped around your waist as he noticed your unsteadiness, and you felt that same sensation you felt earlier when you leaned into him for support.

Your two fellow second years gave the both of you looks before clumsily walking away, leaving you alone with the male holding you up. Your heart is now hammering as he starts to lead you away.

“Let’s get some air.” Bodhi motioned his head to the courtyard as he effortlessly led your stumbling form outside. You wanted to scoff at his proposition. Your new bed and pajamas were calling your name.

A few cadets and lieutenants lingered around the expansive yards, but he quietly led you to an alcove that brought you to a secluded spot where no one could see the two of you.

You leaned up against the stone wall, letting the summer breeze cool your skin. Carefully observing the tawny skinned man from beside you. He took out a small rolled paper and a match, lighting the roll and the sweet smell of churam filled your nose. You weren’t allowed to smoke, and you knew if you were caught you two would be expelled and possibly executed at this point.

“What are you doing?” You hissed as he took a drag, watching him let the smoke leave his mouth and inhale through his nose. There goes that damn buzzing feeling in the pit of your stomach again.

“Relax this is our smoking spot, Y/n/n, no one comes around here.” He reassured you once he exhaled the smoke again. You rolled your eyes staring at the mage light that flickered on the wall. After a lengthy pause, you glanced back at him.

“What makes you think I wasn’t serious?” You questioned, crossing your arms around yourself.

“You know these are the most words you’ve spoken to me in months? Maybe even years?” He ignored your question.

You opened your mouth, before closing it again. You couldn’t admit it was because of your harbored feelings. Not now. Because he was right, you hadn’t talked for quite some time. It didn’t feel right nor did you want to omit that confession.

“Well you were here for an entire year and I was back home so yeah it’s been a year since we talked.” So you played oblivious with him.

He scoffed, “you’ve hardly spoken to me since you’ve gotten here.”

“You just seemed so busy—“

“Cut the shit, please.” He pleaded, now anxiously dragging the joint.

As he brought it away from his lips after a couple puffs, you stole it from him. Your fingers brushing slightly as you grab the small rolled herb. The small touch warrants an electrifying feeling between your fingers. Quickly brushing the thought of if he felt it too, you took a hit of the herb. Letting the sweet smoke seep into your lungs and haze the self awareness and guilt that filled you.

You didn’t want to let him in, truthfully. You’ve already witnessed too many losses during the succession and your first year alone at Basigath. It was when your parents had been executed when you started slipping away from him. You let the stereotypical crush trope hide deep down what you felt, how afraid you were. It would hurt to know, if you finally got the balls to admit everything you’ve felt, and something happened to him or you. It already almost did once, the regret and shame still kept a hold of you for the last few days.

You could now see the disappointment in his eyes. “You’ve always been quiet and reserved, but with me? That’s never been you.” You took another deep inhale of the herb.

“Could you blame me if I was scared?” Your hands slightly shook as you handed the joint back to him. Your eyes were earnest as you looked at him.

He shook his head, running hand through his hair. “You're scared? Fuck, Y/n I almost watched you die. And you know what ran through my head thinking ‘this could be it’?” He took one last smoke, throwing the remaining part of the joint on the ground, stomping it out into the cobblestone. “That the last fucking year spent with you was speaking through a chain of command or small talk bullshit when you weren’t running the opposite if I was near you for too long.”

A lump formed in your throat, and you could feel the tears burn the edges of your eyes. That electric current you felt in your stomach only a few moments ago had solidified into a brick. Then ascended into a wall that crushed you with an iron force with his words.

You two had only briefly talked while in Aretia after what happened.

You had tended to your dragon most of the time while waiting for Violet to heal. Your green clubtail had a poorly injured claw from a wyvern, and despite her persistence it would heal, you were nervous that it would draw too many questions back at Basigath. Xaden agreed and saw Brennan to help mend some of the wound once Violet was stable. You were not able to leave her side while the stranger tended to her. She was already furious that someone besides you had to touch her.

You wanted to talk to him more after that, everything had happened so fast though. Then you went back to avoiding him.

“You’re right.” You mumbled, picking at the edge of your nails. “I’m so sorry, Bo.” Your lip trembled, and the first tear slipped from your eye.

He sighed, sounding defeated. “Gods, I don’t want to be right.” He gently grabbed your elbow, wrapping your smaller frame in his arms. “I want you to stop icing me out, Y/n.”

He ran a hand through your hair, his chin resting on top of your head as you sniffled tears silently running down your cheeks. He had every right to be upset with you, but here he was comforting you. This had always been the Bodhi you knew, how he was before the height of the rebellion. Whereas you had turned cold, letting your cowardice and stubbornness control your emotions—for what you thought was for good reason.

“I know,” you stifled against his jacket. Finally wrapping your arms around him. His grip tightened, and you were overwhelmed by the sense of comfort. You hated what this man did for you and to you.

“I shouldn’t have had this conversation tonight.” He admitted. “I should have waited until we were both sober.” He let you go, and you wished you were still wrapped in his muscular arms. A cold seeping into you that wasn’t due to weather.

You shook your head, a sad smile on your lips. “I would have run.”

“And I wouldn’t have had the courage to bring it up.” A dry chuckle echoed through the quiet alcove.

“We’re riders and we’re—“

“Shit at feelings?” He mused as he watched you tug your jacket on. You wiped some stray tears from your cheeks with your sleeve.

“I was gonna say pansies, but that works.” You sniffled, as a toothy grin finally appeared on his face.

“Should we get to bed and do this all over again tomorrow?” He offered his arm. You raised an eyebrow at him, was he sane? “I mean the drinking part, not the arguing. I enjoyed hearing more than a word out of you tonight though. So I can resort to arguing if needed.” He nudged you slightly.

You rolled your eyes teasingly, “no promises.”

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[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 21 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Julian Hart

A tangled curtain of dark hair, a pale face and the cold press of metal against my throat tell me who I'm dealing with.

I lay absolutely still as Rhiannnon leans over me, the tip of her nose almost touching mine and studies me with an intensity of expression as immobilizing as the threat of her blade.

She seems especially fascinated with my eyes and traces the curve of my brows with the fingers of her free hand. 

"Rhiannon," I whisper, hoping she'll respond to her name.

She draws back in surprise and I hold my breath as the pressure on my windpipe increases, making me wonder if I'm about to join what I hope is the small number of people ever murdered by their own grandmother.

After a moment, she relaxes and the press of the blade vanishes.

She raises a finger to her lips and I nod in agreement, thinking that she wants me to be quiet. 

She leans closer again and stares into my eyes, then slowly points to her own, then back to mine.

Tracing the rest of my features with her fingertips, her brows pinch close and she shakes her head. 

Guessing the source of her confusion, I dare another whisper. 

"I'm not David," I breathe.

"I know I look like him. He was my father. I'm Julian. I'm... the son of your son," I add, remembering the way the Fae refer to relatives. 

She tilts her head a little to the side and I wonder if she understands.

Then, slowly, she withdraws the knife, which I see is the same type of short, curved blade that struck Halloran and slips it back into a small sheath on her belt.

As she does this, I take in the rest of her appearance and note its strangeness. 

The belt looks like something from a video game or a Renaissance fair, so I'm guessing it's Fae-made but the rest of her clothes look like they belong to a tourist with bad taste. 

She wears a pink sweatshirt a size too large for her that reads 'I ♥️ Spring Lakes' and a pair of sweatpants in the colors of the local college sports teams... blue with a yellow stripe down the side.

After a moment, I realize that I've seen both garments before... in the 'gift' area of the hardware store.

Rhiannon must have clothed herself with stolen items from the various burgled shops. 

As this dawns on me, I realize I have the perfect opportunity to solve our entire mystery right here. 

Excitement shoots through me with a second rush of adrenaline and I lift myself on my elbows a little as questions flood my brain. 

"So, you are the thief," I whisper.

"You're hunting the skin-changer, right? Do you know who it is? Did you follow it here? How did you escape the Shadowlands? What happened to..." 

Eyes widening with alarm, she leans forward and covers my mouth with her hand, shaking her head and making her long black hair swish. 

Emboldened by the fact she hasn't killed me yet, I push her hand away.

"It's okay," I say, in a low but audible voice.

"There's no one else here. We can talk. Please, I just want to understand." 

She stares at me a moment, her bright purple eyes a mirror of my own and then... thankfully... she backs away, climbs off me and allows me to sit up. 

Stuck by a thought, I hold up my hand.

"Hang on... I have something to show you." 

Leaning over, I open the drawer of the bedside table and pull out my dad's book... her book, really.

When I turn back, I find her watching me warily, one hand on the hilt of her knife. 

"It's okay," I say gently.

"Look." 

I hold the book towards her and cautiously, she takes it. 

"That's yours, right? My dad left it for me." 

She looks up in surprise, then back at the book, an expression of dawning wonder on her face as she opens it and runs her fingers over the rune-covered pages. 

She glances up at me and taps the book, her brows lifted in question. 

I shake my head.

"No, I can't read it. My..." 

Unsure how much to say, I stop myself from mentioning Noah as a new set of questions bubble up.

Does she know I'm mated to a Wolf?

Would she care?

Does she still hate Wolves or is that in the past for her?

Present case aside, there's so much I want to know and ask her that I'm not sure where to begin. 

Biting my lip, I decide to try a different angle.

"I was planning to show it to Halloran... to your brother Rian, I mean. I was hoping he could translate it for me but..." 

Instantly, Rhiannon's head snaps up, alarm and fear on her face.

Dropping the book in her lap, she makes a series of rapid gestures that look almost like Sign language and shakes her head emphatically. 

I frown and shake my head in reply.

"I don't understand. Can't you speak?" 

More gestures follow and when I show no sign of comprehension, she loses patience with me. 

Grasping my hand, she pulls it towards her and starts making me follow her gestures, like a preschool teacher trying to show a recalcitrant student how to write his ABCs.

Unfortunately, she's grabbed the wrist with the cast and I wince and then yelp as she tugs on it too hard. 

Instantly, she lets me go, startled and distressed by the sound and presses her hands to the sides of her head. 

"It's okay," I say quickly, hoping to keep her calm.

"I'm fine. Hey, you can write in English, can't you? I'll get some paper and a pen and..." 

Rhiannon startles again but this time it seems to be triggered my a distant sound... barks and howls from the other end of the meadow, signaling Dane and Ingrid's return.

Wild-eyed, Rhiannon pulls at her own hair as she casts about the room, as if searching for something, though whether a means to communicate or a means of escape, I'm not sure.

Picking up her book again, she flips through it rapidly, then holds it towards me and taps frantically at the page. 

I can only shake my head again.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand." 

She reaches towards me and touches the side of my face, an expression of tortured frustration on her own but a second round of quiet barks sounds from closer to the house, she pulls back as if burned. 

Then, with a final glance at me, she snatches up the book, darts to the window, slips through and vanishes. 

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"But the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view And we'll live a long life, So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light"

[quokkacore]

can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

masterlist

Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!" 

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston. 

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on. 

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73. 

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day. 

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

 So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

 When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were. 

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial. 

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours. 

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy. 

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily. 

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning. 

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him. 

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface." 

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey." 

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you." 

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak. 

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you. 

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone. 

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?" 

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?" 

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does." 

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did. 

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage." 

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees." 

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life. 

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?" 

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight. 

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time. 

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.  

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss. 

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid. 

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did. 

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless. 

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” 

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until… 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground. 

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap. 

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said. 

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen. 

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out. 

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him. 

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin. 

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy. 

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin. 

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?" 

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted." 

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit. 

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still. 

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered. 

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now. 

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside." 

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours. 

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours. 

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch. 

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders. 

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod. 

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head. 

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.” 

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?" 

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!" 

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!" 

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before. 

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded. 

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!" 

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer. 

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath. 

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds. 

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl." 

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast. 

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis. 

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie." 

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach. 

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore." 

[heyyouknowbts]

✨ get to know me tag ✨

Thanks for tagging me @duck-tan 💞💞💞

when is your birthday? May 11

what is your favourite colour? purple

what is your lucky number?  666

do you have any pets? 3 cats named Loki, Pudding, and Mochi

how tall are you? 5′5.5″ (yes, that half matters gdi)

how many pairs of shoes do you own? more than 10 less than 20, too lazy for an exact #

favourite song? how can people have a favorite song? i don’t understand but we’ll say my favorite song today is Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac bc it’s stuck in my head

favourite movie? Ghost World (also my favorite graphic novel but NOBODY ASKED YOU THAT PANDA jeez)

what would be your ideal partner? hey, you know BTS? maybe somebody from BTS

do you want children? NO.

have you ever gotten in trouble with the law? only a speeding ticket once, bored cop in Oklahoma. Oklahoma sucks, I SAID IT AND I’M NOT TAKING IT BACK

what colour socks are you wearing? they’re some Harry Potter socks that are blue with some cartoon Sirius dudes

bath or shower? bath in theory, shower in reality

favourite type of music? probably progressive rock but i’m very open to all types of music

how many pillows do you sleep with? 2, one for the head and one between the knees

which position do you sleep in? i roll back and forth on my sides

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping? waking up

what do you have for breakfast? i fast through the mornings bc breakfast makes me ill

have you every tried archery? yea in a friend’s backyard. i’d like to try it for real but now i have arthritis in my hand thanks to an autoimmune disease so it would probably suck

favourite fruit? mango!

favourite swear word? motherfucker

do you have any scars? lots

are you a good liar? i don’t think so but i’ve never been caught in a big lie so, maybe?

what’s your personality type? INTJ

what’s your favourite type of girl? all of them, are you kidding with this question? girls are so soft and beautiful that’s like picking a favorite member of BTS CAN YOU REALLY DO IT BECAUSE YOU’RE SATAN, OR ARE YOU LYING

left or right handed? right

favourite food? ice cream

are you clean or messy? mostly clean, but i have a few designated “chaos” spaces in my home (like my closet, i think Jimmy Carter lives in there)

favourite foreign food? pad thai

how long does it take for you to get ready? 20 minutes no makeup, 30 minutes w/makeup

most used phrase? lmao/lmoa

are you a good singer? actually yea

do you sing to yourself? bro i sing constantly

biggest fear? dying in a fire

do you like long or short hair? on myself? long

are you into gossip? yesss gimme that T i love talking shit as long as it’s not hateful

extrovert or introvert? introverted but not at all shy

favourite school subject? i liked history and art

what makes you nervous? driving

who was your first real crush? a boy in my 4th grade class, quickly replaced by another boy in my 4th grade class lmao

how many piercings do you have? 7, all ears tho

how fast can you run? depends on what’s chasing me

what makes you angry? bro there’s a whole list, but i’ll just name 3. people who believe shit on facebook is news/real, capitalism, misogyny

do you like your own name? actually no. my parents named me after a Boston song bc they were like 20 and dumb, and idk i wish my name was a bit more unique. i don’t need to be named XR-V1 or whatever, just not having 3-5 other people with the same name as me everywhere i’ve worked and gone to school would be nice

what are your weaknesses? anxiety, negativity, stubborn/bratty

what are your strengths? memes, sarcasm

what is the colour of your bedspread? grey i got them bamboo sheets brooooo they’re so nice

colour of your room? white

this was long but fun! tagging the homies (no pressure tho!) @suryanwesha, @e-uph0r1a, @rosegaming117, @snailosaur, @sunshinerainbowsbts, @aestaeticbts, @blueversaillesdreams and anyone who wants to do it, please tag me so i can get to know you 😊

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JEWELRY 1. SYAOVU MAIDENZIA HAIR OMBRE ACC WMS. : https://syaovu.tumblr.com/post/189337122717/maidenzia-hair-hair-info-base-game-hair 2. SYAOVU MAIDENZIA HAIR OMBRE ACC. WMS: https://syaovu.tumblr.com/post/189337122717/maidenzia-hair-hair-info-base-game-hair 3. SYAOVU MAIDENZIA HAIR OMBRE ACC. WMS: https://syaovu.tumblr.com/post/189337122717/maidenzia-hair-hair-info-base-game-hair 4. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET HILA HIGH PONY OMBRE: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 5. KUMIKYA PLUMBOB EARRINGS: https://kumikya.tumblr.com/post/616690230560538624/kumikyas-follower-gift-hello-heres-a-small 6. MELICHRYSES LEAVES EARRINGS: https://melichryses.tumblr.com/post/612407743181193216/leaves-earrings-im-so-happy-to-finally-share 7. Christopher067 RINA EARRINGS: https://www.christopher067.com/rina-earrings 8. SONDESCENT 2 CHAINZ NECKLACE: https://sondescent.tumblr.com/post/615226747076608000/e-girl-stuff-oh-my-god-ive-been-working-on 9. ENRIQUES4 PHYSICAL NECKLACE: https://enriques4.tumblr.com/post/615414210665627648/enriques4-physical-set-physical-hairstyle-new 10. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET METALIC CHOKER: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 11. KUMIKYA PLUMBOB NECKLACE: https://kumikya.tumblr.com/post/616690230560538624/kumikyas-follower-gift-hello-heres-a-small

MAKE UP 1. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET EYESHADOW: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 2. CRYPTICSIM NEUTRALS PALETTE VOL.1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/blossom-35411525 3. CRYPTICSIM SIMULATION EYESHADOW: https://www.patreon.com/posts/35855824 4. CRYPTICSIM AREA 51 EYELINER: https://www.patreon.com/posts/35855824 5. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET EYELINER: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 6. UFOTRAIT NUDE ESSENTIALS: https://ufotrait.tumblr.com/post/190806723091/nude-essentials-a-lip-set-part-3-of-my-follower 7. CRYPTICSIM EXPOSED GLOSS: https://www.patreon.com/posts/35855824

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TATTOOS 1. LEAFVY STUDIO GHIBLI TATTOO SET: https://leafvy.tumblr.com/post/615107222787276800/%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%AE%F0%9D%90%9D%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%A8-%F0%9D%90%86%F0%9D%90%A1%F0%9D%90%A2%F0%9D%90%9B%F0%9D%90%A5%F0%9D%90%A2-%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%AD%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%A8-%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%AD-thank-you-to-everyone-in 2. MS MARY SIMS TATTOO SET WITCH MARK: https://www.patreon.com/posts/30255671 3. MS MARY SIMS TATTOO SET WITCH MARK: https://www.patreon.com/posts/30255671 4. MS MARY SIMS TATTOO SET WITCH MARK: https://www.patreon.com/posts/30255671 5. COWPLANT-PIZZA FLOWER FAIRY TATTOO SET: https://www.patreon.com/posts/32036494

FEMALE TOPS 1. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET CROPPED TSHIRT: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 2. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET HUDA HOODIE TOP: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 3. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET RIBBED CROP TOP: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 4. KUMIKYA KNIT SWEATER: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37205589 5. KUMIKYA BONNIE SWEATER: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37205589 6. SENTATE MARGOT JACKET LONG SLEEVE: https://www.patreon.com/posts/margot-jacket-36993169 7. SENTATE MARGOT JACKET SHORT SLEEVE: https://www.patreon.com/posts/margot-jacket-36993169 8. SENTATE MARGOT JACKET LONG SLEEVE NO UNDERSHIRT: https://www.patreon.com/posts/margot-jacket-36993169 9. KUMIKYA V NECK SWEATER: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37205589 10. SENTATE MARGOT JACKET SHORT SLEEVE NO UNDERSHIRT: https://www.patreon.com/posts/margot-jacket-36993169 11. SONDESCENT NOT A PHASE TOP: https://sondescent.tumblr.com/post/615226747076608000/e-girl-stuff-oh-my-god-ive-been-working-on 12. TRILLYKE SASSY ME BLAZER: https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Trillyke/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/trillyke--sassy-me-blazer/id/1488642/ 13. MADLEN MATTEO TOP: https://www.patreon.com/posts/35297925 14. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET RIBBED TURTLENECK BODYSUIT: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 15. MARSOSIMS BISPERAS BLOUSE: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37291952

FEMALE FULL BODY 1. CLUMSYALIEN AMELIA DRESS: https://clumsyalienn.tumblr.com/post/617009480946810880/solar-waltz-pack-bgc-all-lods-shadow-maps 2. CRYPTICSIM TOXIS TRACKSUIT: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37413737 3. BLETTIE PANDA PAJAMA SET: https://blettie.tumblr.com/post/612666899012206592/panda-pajama-set-tiny-living-stuff-pack-is 4. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET RIBBED TURTLENECK DRESS: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 5. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET CORDUROY SUIT: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 6. MADLEN BIJOU DRESS: https://www.patreon.com/posts/34259215 7. MADLEN GEONNA DRESS: https://www.patreon.com/posts/madlen-geonna-35987475 8. KUMIKYA BONNIE DRESS: https://kumikya.tumblr.com/post/616690230560538624/kumikyas-follower-gift-hello-heres-a-small 9. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET HUDA HOODIE DRESS: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 10. GRIMCOOKIES x SAVVYSWEET DRIPPIN DRESS: https://www.patreon.com/posts/savvy-x-grim-36916128 11. CLUMSYALIEN SABINA DRESS: https://clumsyalienn.tumblr.com/post/617009480946810880/solar-waltz-pack-bgc-all-lods-shadow-maps 12. KUMIKYA BILLIE DRESS: https://kumikya.tumblr.com/post/616690230560538624/kumikyas-follower-gift-hello-heres-a-small

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FEMALE SHOES 1. MADLEN GIANNA SHOES: https://www.patreon.com/posts/madlen-gianna-35228475 2. COOPER322 HARLOW BOOTS: https://www.patreon.com/posts/34004510 3. MADLEN ARNALDO SHOES: https://www.patreon.com/posts/35646248 4. SONDESCENT SIM STOMPERS: https://sondescent.tumblr.com/post/615226747076608000/e-girl-stuff-oh-my-god-ive-been-working-on

ACCESSORIES 1. SIMSTROUBLE STEPHANY HAIR ACC.: https://www.patreon.com/posts/stephany-by-33368793 2. SENTATE MARGOT JACKET UNDERSHIRT: https://www.patreon.com/posts/margot-jacket-36993169 3. TRILLYKE SASSY ME BLAZER ACC. SHIRT: https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/Trillyke/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/trillyke--sassy-me-blazer/id/1488642/ 4. KUMIKYA ACC. TURTLENECK: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37205589 5. CHRISTOPHER067 GLIMMER RINGS RIGHT: https://www.christopher067.com/glimmer-rings 6. CHRISTOPHER067 GLIMMER RINGS BOTH: https://www.christopher067.com/glimmer-rings 7. CHRISTOPHER067 GLIMMER RINGS LEFT: https://www.christopher067.com/glimmer-rings 8. SENTATE MARGOT JACKET ACC.: https://www.patreon.com/posts/margot-jacket-36993169

MALE HAIR 1. WISTFULPOLTERGEIST PELO BUENO HAIR: https://wistfulpoltergeist.tumblr.com/post/190424610449/pelo-bueno-base-game-compatible-male 2. SIMSTROUBLE ANDRE HAIR: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37324497 3. SIMSTROUBLE ANDRE HAIR V2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37324497 4. BEDISFULL GEORGE HAIR: https://bedisfull.tumblr.com/post/617728794571177984/bedts4-m-george-hair-download 5. LILLIILI-SIMS DYLAN HAIR: https://liliili-sims.tumblr.com/post/617171939565371392/dylan-hair-ea-color-18-swatches-original-color 6. MAGPIESAN MARCO HAIR OMBRE: https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/magpiesan/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets-hair/title/marco-hair/id/1477161/ 7. MAGPIESAN MARCO HAIR: https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/magpiesan/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets-hair/title/marco-hair/id/1477161/ 8. ZOMBIETRAIT LEX HAIR: https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/magpiesan/downloads/details/category/sims4-sets-hair/title/marco-hair/id/1477161/ 9. XLDSIMS PUMPED FLIP HAIR: https://xldsims.tumblr.com/post/132137593194/wellhere-it-is-p-download-here

MALE JEWELRY 1. YOONIESIM UNCHAINED NECKLACE LONG CHAIN PLAIN: https://www.patreon.com/posts/unchained-set-36081928 2. YOONIESIM UNCHAINED NECKLACE SHORT CHAIN STARS: https://www.patreon.com/posts/unchained-set-36081928 3. YOONIESIM UNCHAINED NECKLACE TWO CHAINS PLAIN: https://www.patreon.com/posts/unchained-set-36081928 4. YOONIESIM UNCHAINED NECKLACE LONG CHAIN KEY: https://www.patreon.com/posts/unchained-set-36081928 5. YOONIESIM UNCHAINED NECKLACE SHORT CHAIN PLAIN: https://www.patreon.com/posts/unchained-set-36081928

MALE TOPS 1. BLETTIE ACCENTED POLO SHIRT: https://blettie.tumblr.com/post/615928346656817152/accented-polo-shirt-discover-university-expansion 2. BLETTIE PULLOVER SWEATER WITH SHIRT: https://blettie.tumblr.com/post/617740911754067968/pullover-sweater-with-shirt-tiny-living-stuff-pack

MALE FULL BODY 1. CRYPTICSIM TOXIS TRACKSUIT: https://www.patreon.com/posts/37413737

MALE BOTTOMS 1. LILIILI-SIMS TAPERED PANTS: https://liliili-sims.tumblr.com/post/615265008831627264/req-no4-tapered-pants-thank-for-your-request

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Gold Dust Women: My Favorite Witchy Singers

Okay, before you burn me alive with “Where’s this certain artist?!” or “Why is this certain artist not here?!” or “Who even uses Tumblr these days?”, uhmmm me bish?? It’s my safe zone. Okay, the last question was a joke. 

Can I just say that the amazing women on this list are artists I listen to all the time. They’re my favorites, so chill (I’m open for suggestions tho). This is not Rolling Stone or Billboard magazine, it’s just ya girl’s good ol’ tumblr blog. Also, I’m not saying that all of them are literal w i t c h e s, it’s just that they portray the same aesthetic through their art and music. 

Alright, now that’s settled, let’s start.

1. STEVIE NICKS 

Do I even need to explain this? Stevie is undoubtedly the Etheral Queen of them all, the Pioneer, the O.G. Supreme whose lyrical soul and spellbinding voice echoes from the distant past to the inevitable future. Everything about her oozes with witchcraft and magic starting from her iconic top hat, to her millions of intricately made shawls, down to her platform boots. Only Stevie Nicks could pull off such Not-of-this-Era outfits and she has been doing it CONSISTENTLY. She’s in a timeline of her OWN. If you listen to her music, you would notice that every song of hers is poetry, like she’s telling a story or conjuring the unknown. She’s every witchy woman’s icon and that’s a fact.

Stevie is an untouchable yet gracious legend, we’ll always be a part of her sisterhood until the day of earth’s decay. Forever the Queen of Rock N’ Roll. 

Current Favorite Stevie Lyrics:  “ You can fly swinging from your trapeze, scaring all the people...but you'll never scare me.”  |   “Once in a million years a lady like her rises. Oh no, Rhiannon, you cry, but she's gone and your life knows no answer.”

Notice how I used the word “current”? Because it always changes depending on the state my life. Here’s a more detailed post on why I love her.   

2. KATE BUSH 

“Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy, I've come home, I'm so cold! Let me in through your window!”

The eccentric beauty, Kate Bush made a genius, artistic move by writing a song about the book, Wuthering Heights, written by Emily Brontë in the 1800′s. Mind you, she was only 18 when she wrote and was the first song written by a female artist that landed on top the charts. Her voice is almost as distinctive as Stevie Nicks. While Stevie’s more nasal, commanding, wailing rock n’ roll goddess, Kate’s voice was high-pitched, alarming, ghostly, queer, and fairy-like. Everything about her is Performance Art. This is a woman who is not afraid to express herself.

For starters, you might think her music is strange and weird. Trust me, I felt the same way when I first heard her songs. But then, it began to grow on me leaving floral patterns on its path. 

Favorite Kate Bush Lyrics:  “Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making? You, it's you and me.”

3. FLORENCE WELCH 

This one is as obvious as Stevie Nicks. Florence Welch from the band, Florence + the Machine, is a poetess, a screaming banshee, and a full-pledged Sister of the Moon. She even started a witch coven during middle school. From her red carpet looks to her everyday outfits on Instagram, Florence vibrates powerful witch energy. Not to mention she has a song called “Which Witch” and that haunting music video for Big God with levitating women. Flo is not a woman to trifle with, I’ll tell you that. 

Photos courtesy of @lillieeiger

In all her songs, Florence will bind you with magic and it’ll leave you breathless. If Stevie’s songs are poetry, hers are spells you could sing out loud. Also, if you haven’t seen her house tour, go check it now! 

Favorite Florence Welch Lyrics: “'Cause I am done with my graceless heart so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart.”  |  “And in a moment of joy and fury I threw myself in the balcony like my grandmother so many years before me.”

4. LANA DEL REY

Remember when Lana used witchcraft to hex Donald Trump? It was all over the news and Twitter went wild. She was later quoted saying, “I really do believe that words are one of the last forms of magic and I’m a bit of a mystic at heart.” Oh, and she also did a collab with Stevie. 

We. Stan. Forever.

There was even a time that I MEMORIZED the monologue in the music video for Ride. ALL OF IT, HUNNY. 

Lana’s hypnotizing vocals together with her sixties baby doll dresses and Priscilla Presley hair is enough to convince me that she’s not of this era. She has a deep understanding of the beauty of past generation and the looming sadness and nostalgia that comes with it. Whenever I listen to her music, I imagine myself as a rockstar’s muse who is involved with the mafia but then I decided to leave him while taking his gun and convertible. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite Lana Del Rey Lyrics: “Well, my boyfriend's in the band. He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed. I've got feathers in my hair, I get down to Beat poetry. And my jazz collection's rare, I can play most anything.”

5. LORDE 

David Bowie didn’t call her the “future of music” for nothing. Just two albums under her belt, Lorde already proved that she will one day become a legend herself. Her music narrates an unparalleled interpretation of the anguish and fleeting charm of our youth. She knows what we’re feeling because she’s been there herself and is on the road to healing just like us. 

I think the message she’s trying to say is that we’re constantly losing grip on our innocence, and that life is often wicked so we need to accept that, grit our teeth, get on with it, and make art. She can also see color when she hears music. 

In my opinion, Lorde is one of the greatest artists of my generation. 

Favorite Lorde Lyrics: “The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy till all of the tricks don't work anymore, and then they are bored of me.”  |   “That slow burn wait while it gets dark, bruising the sun, I feel grown up with you in your car. I know it's dumb.” 

6. FKA TWIGS

Honestly, FKA Twigs is literally art in living form, a celestial angel that nobody can easily decipher. This woman has more talent in her fingertips than I could ever have in a lifetime. She somehow reminds me of a young Kate Bush; fearless, experimental, with an intoxicating voice. She never stops reinventing herself and it’s beautiful.

In FKA Twigs’ world, there are no limits, just endless galaxies. She pours her whole being in all of her songs and it shows. She’s not for the faint of heart, let me tell you that. 

Favorite FKA Twigs Lyrics:  “And I don't want to have to share our love. I try but I get overwhelmed. All wrapped in cellophane, the feelings that we had.” 

7. SKOTT 

I say this all the time, but I cannot write without Skott’s music blasting on my earphones. She grew up in a “forest commune run by outcast folk musicians” and was not exposed to contemporary music until her teen years. You would notice it in her songs. 

It’s hard to explain why, but listen to Skott’s music when there’s thunder and rain outside, then you’ll know why this woman is witchy. I kind of want her to be more popular and known, but then again, I also want to keep her to myself. Scratch that, LISTEN TO SKOTT’S MUSIC NOW. 

Start with Glitter & Gloss. 

Favorite Skott Lyrics: “Like an empty canvas, hear me cry. Like a masterpiece, I'm in your eyes. Now your colors are in front of me, we're a picture-perfect oddity.”

8. FIRST AID KIT 

I fell in love with this sister duo when I first heard their song, Emmylou, while browsing YouTube. It’s one of those moments of instant magic. Klara and Johanna Söderberg are a coven of their own. I would describe their music as “Woodland Folk laced with runes and wild flowers”. 

Their voices compliment each other so much that it reminded me of Simon & Garfunkel (they even performed their own version of America in front of Paul Simon!!!). First Aid Kit has this Woodstock seventies vibe, and you know me, I live for that sh*t. 

Favorite First Aid Kit Lyrics: “ When I run through the deep dark forest long, after this begun, where the sun would set, the trees were dead and the rivers were none. And I hope for a trace to lead me back home from this place, but there was no sound there was only me, and my disgrace.”

9. ZOLA JESUS

Zola Jesus’ music deserves to be played with an orchestra inside an abandoned castle in Transylvania while it gently rains and you’re wearing a white nightgown as you roam its empty halls. Is that too much?

 Not at all. 

Like Skott, I listen to Zola whenever I’m having writer’s block. If I ever finish my book, I’m gonna have to thank them. 

Favorite Zola Jesus Lyrics: “I'm on my bed, my bed of stones, but in the end of the night we'll rest our bones, so don't you worry. Just rest your head cause in the end of the night we'll be together again.”

10. ZELLA DAY 

Photo Credits to Harper Smith

I LOVE ZELLA DAY’S MUSIC OH MY GOODNESS. My favorite songs of her are Sweet Ophelia, Hypnotic, Man on the Moon, and Hunnie Pie. ESPECIALLY HUNNIE PIE. I cry whenever I hear that song. It’s just so pure, calming, and beautiful. 

Her music belong in the psychedelic era. 

People labeled her as the “happier version of Lana Del Rey” but I think she’s in a league of her own. She deserves more recognition, honestly! 

Favorite Zella Day Lyrics: “The older we get there's an ocean of people in places we've chosen and you know how mama keeps saying “we've gotta stop the games we're playing””. 

Hope you guys approve of my list! I really like sharing stuff that I love! Feel free to message me for more suggestions, I’d really appreciate to know more witchy artists out there. We’re all in a huge coven of sisterhood. 

Thanks for reading!

Love, 

Ria  🌙

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Everywhere | Foxxay

author’s note: hello everybody, i’m back with more gay foxxay/goodeday content. this is a little one-shot i wrote at work and it basically features brownies, babies, and a lot of cute witches being cute and gay af. thank you for reading and i hope you guys enjoy this. the word count is 1,861

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It started with a shriek. "What the fuck is -" the blonde started to say, letting out a copycat shriek. "Oh my God - you little!" Madison yelled, grabbing a handful of flour from the Tupperware container on the counter. How exactly had it all started; the night before.

"So, I really want to bake those brownies, y'know the ones you made when Stevie came to visit? The ones with the -" Misty urged. " - frosting," Cordelia finished with a smile. She took off her glasses and set them down beside the book she'd been studying. "Pyrokinesis," the younger witch observed. Cordelia smiled fondly at the swamp witch, who had now taken it upon herself to hijack the Supreme's desk. "Do I look any smarter?" Misty asked, a cheeky grin on her face once Cordelia's eyes settled on the young witch wearing her glasses. A kind chuckle left Cordelia as her arm outstretched to take Misty's hand in her own. "You always look smart to me." Misty knew the look Cordelia displayed all too well. "Will we have time, though?" she asked. "To make them? Stevie's coming tomorrow morning. I just really, really wanna impress her. And I really, really want those brownies," Misty added. "I don't see the problem. Let's go downstairs and make sure we have everything we'll need."

It didn't take long for the couple to make it downstairs to the kitchen, hand in hand. Misty listed off the ingredients as Cordelia checked for each one - setting them out as she located them. "Cocoa?" the younger witch called off. "Shit," the Supreme muttered. "Shit?" Misty repeated in question form. "What's wrong? We don't have any?" the younger witch asked, hopping down from her place on the counter. "It looks like we're out," Cordelia answered. "What are we going to do?" Misty asked, genuinely upset by the news. When Cordelia turned and saw the look on her love's face, her expression softened again. "No, no," she started, cupping Misty's face. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We can buy more, we'll go buy more," she assured Misty. "Delia, it's midnight." A small smile spread over Cordelia's face. "Then it's a good thing that Walmart stays open twenty-four hours."

The drive didn't take very long, especially with no one else on the road at that hour. Misty opted to push the cart but kept being distracted by absolutely everything. "Delia, what if we got one of these," she asked excitedly, holding up a rubber dog toy. "Misty, we don't have a dog." She examined the toy for a second. "For Steve!" Cordelia smiled warmly. "Honey, our snake doesn't need a toy," she tried to reason. Somehow, they ended up leaving with it that day. "I can't believe we bought so much!" By the time they'd left the store, they'd managed to buy so much more than cocoa powder. "Well, we needed this," Misty pointed out obviously, pulling a very long baguette from the bag. Cordelia hadn't tried to stop her - nothing would separate Misty Day and her food. "Whatever makes you happy," Cordelia agreed, the fond look in her eyes. They'd also picked up some toys for Steve the snake, two kinds of bagels, frosting for their brownies, more frosting to eat, a lava lamp for Misty, a horse statue, a puppy calendar, shampoo, flowers for the sitting room, chips, and two bottles of wine. 

After unpacking, it didn't take very long for Cordelia to pour them each a glass. The wine led to fits of giggles, kisses in the dark and lots of mixing of the brownies. Both women stood over the big bowl, taking their chances and eating the batter without worry. "Delia," Misty said thoughtfully, full drunkenness on display. "Hm?" the Supreme mumbled, looking up at Misty as she licked the wooden spoon. "I love you." Of course, Cordelia had heard those words from Misty before, but somehow between all the alcohol and the endearing trip to the store; the Supreme felt more in her heart than ever. "Tell me how much," she teased, walking up to where Misty sat on the counter. Misty pushed a piece of the older witch's hair back. "More than anything - anywhere. More than anyone, maybe even Stevie," the younger witch whispered, a soft giggle leaving her body - blonde curls bouncing and shoulders hunching slightly. "Delia, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make you cry," the swamp witch assured her. "I'm sorry, come here." The younger witch tried to wrap her arms around Cordelia, but instead watched as she pulled away. "Can I tell you something?" Misty stared expectantly. "Anything." The Supreme reached for her glass, tilting her head back to finish off her drink. "When you went to get Steve's toy - I stopped near the clothes," she started to say, beginning to play with her fingers. "I saw the tiniest onesie. It was yellow, and it had this little sun on it, wearing sunglasses and - I just," Cordelia paused to breathe, Misty watching her intently. "It made me realize how badly I want a baby. How badly I want to carry your baby," Cordelia admitted. Misty barely hesitated before leaning in, kissing the older witch passionately instead. Misty couldn't get the older witch's bra off quickly enough, craving to touch any skin she could get her hands on. "Delia," the witch groaned. Cordelia pushed back against Misty, accidentally kicking a plate to the floor in the process. Articles of clothing added to the mess accumulating on the floor. The older witch could barely stifle the gasps leaving her body each time Misty would touch her. She sucked, bit, and gnawed at Cordelia's skin, knowing exactly where to touch to make her squirm the best, to make her scream the loudest.

Once both women had calmed down some and had gotten themselves a little more together, they went back to baking their brownies. They'd managed to get them in the oven in their drunken state and had started singing along to Fleetwood Mac, as per Misty's request. The woman started squeezing frosting into bowls and that's when their next serious conversation would begin. "Delia, what would you name a baby?" she asked after Gypsy had ended. "Steve," Cordelia teased, a happy smile on her face. "Really, what would you name our baby?" Despite her drunkenness, the words 'our baby' made Cordelia's heart feel as if someone had lit it on fire. The warmth filled her stomach and spread all the way to her toes. "What would you want to name the baby?" the older witch asked carefully. "Well, you're the one carryin' her and all - what you think is the most important." The conversation went mute when Cordelia re-connected herself to Misty, wanting nothing more than to be close to the woman she loved the most. The alcohol fueled her to crave that closeness even more - and she didn't have much self-control left by that point. With each tidbit of a serious conversation, intoxicated Cordelia just wanted to tear all Misty's clothes off. When the oven went ding, the women separated to take them out of the oven. They'd easily finished off the first bottle of wine and were well into the second. "They smell so good - ugh they're so hot!" Misty exclaimed. Cordelia giggled wildly, grabbing the carton of milk from the fridge for the younger witch. When some milk hit the floor, both women started howling in laughter - seemingly laughing at nothing. Being together made them happy enough, but they'd definitely had too much to drink. When Misty decided to wipe some brownie batter on Cordelia's face, everything went to hell. Shrieks filled the kitchen as both witches started to fling different ingredients at each other. This went on well into the night - a routine of hazy love-making after every food fight.

At one point, around four in the morning, the witches had gotten extra loud when Misty insisted on putting Fleetwood Mac on again. "Rhiannon!" the swamp witch exclaimed. "Rhiannon, that's it. The baby." Cordelia was so drunk that she could barely comprehend and had already started flinging sugar at Misty. Misty's volume only went higher as she started to run around the kitchen, shrieking as she tried to hide away from the older witch. "What the fuck is -" Madison spat, before letting out a shriek of her own. "Oh my God, you little!" she started to exclaim, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at Misty. "You got me, Madi!" Misty shrieked, throwing her hands up in the air as she snorted. "Aren't you going to stop her? This is such a big mess!" Madison complained. Cordelia only smiled tiredly. "We'll clean this tomorrow."

When Cordelia woke the next morning, she'd forgotten nearly half of the night before. Remembering the kitchen mess almost made her wish that she hadn't made the brownies in the first place. She found Misty in the kitchen, attempting to clean a mess that would take hours when they only had a short amount of time until the White Witch would arrive. "I'm sorry," the younger witch apologized. "Don't be. Come here, let me take care of this." Although any other time, Cordelia would never use her magic to clean a mess she'd made herself, she knew Stevie would be coming, and they had brownies to frost. In Matilda Wormwood style - the Supreme cleaned it all in a ridiculously short amount of time and without ever lifting more than her finger. "That was so cool!" Misty exclaimed in awe. "Sh, don't get used to it. Come on, we have brownies to frost," she reminded the younger witch. "Ooh, you're right!" 

Most of the brownies had been frosted in the green that Misty had wanted. "Delia?" she asked. "I know Stevie's comin' soon, but I really need to talk to you - in private," she said, eyes moving to meet Cordelia's. "Okay - we'd better be quick." Misty led her down the hallway and into the office. She closed the door and locked it. "Were you serious last night?" she asked. "Serious about what?" Cordelia asked, furrowing her brow. "Do you really want to get pregnant?" The question surprised the older witch. "Because I need to be honest - last night I had this dream, and I saw it. Delia, you looked so beautiful - and then we had this little, this tiny baby, you had this baby in your arms. She had on that sunshiney little baby-suit thing. You held her and you looked so happy," Misty breathlessly explained. Cordelia took a soft breath, the tears streaming down her face. "I really want to. I - how do you feel, though? This is such a big thing for both of us." Misty smiled gently. "I'm here. There's nothin' I wouldn't do with you, Delia." The older witch took another deep breath. "Let's go, I think I hear her." The Supreme held out her hand, squeezing the younger witch's when she felt it. It looked like they'd made a decision; they were going to try to have a baby - and Misty would get her brownies, after all. Maybe Cordelia didn't regret the drunken night - in fact, maybe she'd be grateful for it for years to come.

[coreshorts]

Protector

“E-eh? What? I-I, uh...!” stammered the portly, blond raen, midway through getting clothed that she might don her uniform armour. Having just joined the Crystarium guard not a month or two ago, not a year after their fated arrival in Lakeland in a world wholly unfamiliar to them, Asashio no Haruhi, or “Holly Morningtide”, as she’d begun calling herself in an effort not to have undue attention drawn, had been reporting for regular training exercises.

Of course, there was but a single delay of late - or, more accurately a pair of them - in that, following a peculiar series of events, Dahlia, having gone by the moniker “Odellia Morningtide” in the Crystarium, her wife for nearly two years by then, had borne not just one child, but a pair of twins: Suisei Soleil and Ryūsei Lunette - or, translated from their Hingan first and Ishgardian middle names, Comet Sun and Meteor Moon - or simply “Siana” and “Rhiannon” to those in the Crystarium.

“I said,” the dark-haired witchling sighed, looking somewhat impatient, her Ishgardian accent still somewhat strong, “I need to change Suisei. Ryuu is done, but I need you to keep an eye on her. Here, take the baby.” Once more, Dahlia offered forth the infant, the beginnings of platinum-blonde wisps starting to show in number, uneven scales and tiny nubs of horns having grown in just enough, and curious violet eyes wide open peering around as she burbled idly.

“I-, um, a-alright,” Hali said softly, looking between her tired wife and the two half-auri children, one of whom, with nearly a full head of short, dark hair and dark brown eyes, her own scales and horns starting to grow in just enough to be noticeable, as well, lying atop a pad set down for changing the two.

“It won’t kill you, stars,” Dahlia quipped with a smirk, Hali gingerly accepting Ryūsei into her arms, carefully cradling her, “Besides. I think you’ve died to worse, non? You’re not allowed to leave for good, now, if you could.”

This got a snort and a roll of the eyes out of the self-proclaimed “immortal,” the noise seeming to amuse Ryuu, who began laughing and grabbing at the raen’s long blond-and-silver locks, causing her to wince. Her retort forgotten, all she could do was let out a string of, “Ow, ow, ow...!” This, of course, only served to amuse the baby in her arms all the more, causing her to swing her arms, and, by extension, the hand yanking Hali’s hair.

“Have fun~,” Dahlia cooed tauntingly in response, clearly enjoying not being the only one to be taking care of the girls, for once.

The time spent humouring just one of the twins was an experience far too foreign for Hali, having never really dealt with a child in all her adult life. She generally harboured fears and anxieties that caused her to avoid them whenever she could, always worried that she’d do something wrong and, in so doing, face the wrath of the child’s caregiver(s). Now, however, she was one of those caregivers. Worse, Dahlia - the one woman in all of the world who she feared to cross more than any, mostly for fear of losing her love, though she wouldn’t often say so aloud to any other - was the other. Now, holding a child of her own, she found herself unable to really flee the situation, instead trying her best to embrace the situation, though as cautiously as she did the baby herself.

“W-what do I do...?” she asked the witchling as she sat on one of the nearby chairs in their apartment, the blinds drawn just enough so that the horrible, eternal light of the world outside did as little harm as possible. Ryūsei gave her hair another giggly yank. “Ow.”

“How should I know?” was Dahlia’s response. Preoccupied with changing a dirty diaper on the other girl, all she could do was roll her eyes, hair tied back into a tight ponytail to keep it from her face, especially as she gagged a little. It had been taking some getting used to, to be certain, but the reaction was not quite as bad after a few months of it. “You seem to be doing a fine enough job. If she’s happy, she’s happy.”

“Isn’t there - ow - something - ow! - I can do besides let her - ow, ow! - scalp me barehanded?”

“Ugh. Fine, fine. You picked up a couple toys from the neighbours, non? Find one of those.”

Rising with Ryūsei in her arms, Hali, “ow”-ing the whole way across the room, carefully shifted the little girl into one arm while grabbing for a small rubber rings with various nubs on it, rattling the bits and bobs inside to draw attention.

“How about this, sweetie?” she asked Ryuu with a pained smile, her tone as sweet as she could make it, sounding almost obnoxious were she not talking to a baby, “Try waving this around instead - nnnngh, ow ow - i-instead of momma’s hair, huh?”

This, thankfully, grabbed Ryuu’s attention, and violet eyes immediately diverted their gleeful gaze to stare at the little toy in her mother’s hand. No soon did she sees and hear it that she decided that it must be hers, and, releasing Hali’s hair, began making grabby hands, cooing incoherent baby-speak in what could only be a demand for the thing.

“You know,” Dahlia spoke up, sounding amused, “You’re better with them thank you think. I don’t know why you’re so nervous about it. After all, your parents were wonderful, quite unlike mine own. Ah, there. Much better.” With a small incantation, she lifted the diaper, only to have it immediately sucked through a dark tear in reality, opening by the woman’s magic, summarily sucking the dirty diaper into the void. 

Strange, they had both thought, how doing so never seemed to attract voidsent. At first, it had been done as an experiment once Dahlia was capable of safely casting again. When nothing occurred, time and time again, the witchling had seen fit to start tossing their garbage into it, as if to continue their insults to the very world of nothingness itself as a replacement for killing its invasive, ravenous denizens.

Handing the toy to Ryuu, who immediately began bludgeoning her poor mother in the horn with it, Hali took on a brief dazed look before angling her head to that it was impacting her cheek instead and muttered, “Really? She’s really trying to kill me, I-I’m, uh... pretty sure.” At that, the toy impacted her glasses, knocking them clear of her face and sending Dahlia into a fit of laughter, then Suisei, seeing her mother laughing, as well. After a moment, Hali could only laugh, as well, a softening smile on her face as Ryuu began, instead, chewing on what was until moments ago her weapon of choice.

“...all the things we’ve faced,” Hali muttered, laughing dying down to a soft sniff of amusement, Dahlia walking out from the small bed loft to regard her warmly, “And this is... probably going to be the, uh... s-strangest. And most difficult. Heh.”

“You’re telling me,” was the brunette’s only reply, though it was hardly resentful, the look on her face speaking of a happiness that served to melt just a little more of Hali’s apprehension, “But we’ll make it through this, as with all else. I have faith, mes etoiles. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted and more. We will face this together. No matter where or when or how.”

With a deep breath, the erstwhile shinobi could only look down at the little girl in her arms and smile, saying, “...you’re right. It’d be, ah... awful of me to shirk any of it now. And... a-and I wouldn’t dream of it. Not now. Not ever.”

Looking at the beaming woman and the two tiny children that had been brought into the strange, apocalyptic world in which they’d found themselves, Hali could only feel that apprehension further melting away, little by little, and she cast her gaze out toward the light-bathed landscape outside. She couldn’t be the hunter, the killer, she was any longer. Her honour, she was taught, was to her duty, and to those who depended on her. Now, not only did Dahlia rely on her, despite her considerable power and magicks, but they had two daughters - their daughters, of their flesh and blood and aether - that had to, beyond all else, be assured of a life that could be safe, secure, and, above all... happy.

A new duty called for a new role, and, hers was, above all, as a protector.

(( This short was done as a response to @renataturner‘s post in the Ala Mhigan Born from Blood Discord server! Thanks for the prompt and good luck to everyone else writing their own responses to enter the contest!

Also, of course, featuring @umbralhearts‘s Dahlia! ♥))

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G E N E R A L

[ name ]: Theodora Morgana Enid Nott [ nicknames ]: Theo [ birthday ]: 22nd December 1979 [ birthplace ]: My family home in Flintshire [ age ]: 19 [ eye color ]: Blue [ height ]: 173 cm [ weight ]: 129 lbs [ nationality ]: British (Welsh) [ astrological sign ]: Capricorn [ location ]: My family home in Flintshire [ siblings ]: None [ pets ]: Rhiannon, my owl [ in the morning i’m ]: Showering, dressing, and eating breakfast [ all i need is ]: A way to change the past [ love is ]: Pain [ i’m afraid of ]: Failure [ i dream about ]: Finding a better job

H A V E . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ pictured your crush naked? ]: What crush? [ used someone? ]: Yes [ been used? ]: Yes [ been cheated on? ]: No [ considered cheating? ]: No [ been kissed? ]: Yes [ done something you regret? ]: Yes

F A V O R I T E

[ food? ]: Lentil soup [ fruit? ]: Apples [ candy? ]: Licorice wands [ color? ]: Blue [ number? ]: 7 [ animal? ]: Dogs [ drink? ]: Water or gin [ soda? ]: Butterbeer [ book? ]: How long have you got? [ room? ]: My bedroom [ movie? ]: What’s a movie?

D O . Y O U ?

[ have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ]: No [ like cleaning? ]: Sometimes [ have a tattoo? ]: No [ have any piercings? ]: One in each earlobe [ cheat on tests/homework? ]: No [ drink/smoke? ]: Yes/No [ swear a lot? ]: Occasionally [ like watching sunrises or sunset? ]: Sunrises [ pray? ]: No. I don’t believe in any gods. [ go to church? ]: See above [ have secrets? ]: Yes [ have a best friend? ]: Not really [ like your own handwriting? ]: Yes

A R E . Y O U ?

[ obsessive? ]: About some things [ excited? ]: If there’s something to be excited about. [ bored? ]: I can usually find something with which to occupy myself. [ happy? ]: If there’s something to be happy about. [ missing someone? ]: Always [ confused? ]: Sometimes [ tired? ]: Sometimes [ mad? ]: No [ sleepy? ]: Occasionally

D O . Y O U . E V E R ?

[ wait around just to talk to someone? ]: No [ write about those ‘special’ moments? ]: I think I’m missing some sort of subtext here. Why is special in single-quotes? [ wish you were a member of the opposite sex? ]: No

W H O . W A S . T H E . L A S T . P E R S O N . W H O ?

[ you talked to? ]: Mr. Tomkink [ you hugged? ]: My father, on the Easter holiday from school in my 7th Year. [ you kissed? ]: Andrew Fawley, in 1996. [ sent you a letter? ]: Draco [ you sent a letter to? ]: Astoria [ you laughed with? ]: Astoria [ slept in your bed? ]: Me [ you shared a drink with? ]: Astoria [ you went to the movies with? ]: I repeat: What is a movie? [ yelled at you? ]: Some arse who came to talk to Mr. Tomkink while he was out. [ you called? ]: I don’t understand. [ you kicked? ]: I don’t think I’ve kicked anyone since I was about 5 years old. [ you saw? ]: Mr. Tomkink

W H O . I S ?

[ the most handsome person you know? ]: No one [ the weirdest person you know? ]: Mr. Tomkink. [ the funniest person you know? ]: Millie [ the loudest person you know? ]: Draco [ the quietest person you know? ]: Me [ the sweetest person you know? ]: Astoria [ the most serious person you know? ]: I know he’s dead, but does Professor Snape count? [ your best friend? ]: I don’t have one. [ the person you hate the most? ]: The Dark Lord [ the person you see most? ]: Mr. Tomkink [ your soul-mate? ]: I don’t believe in soulmates.

W H A T . I S ?

[ the first thing you thought of when you woke up? ]: I should probably find a dog to adopt. [ the song that best describes you? ]: I don’t tend to go for music with words. [ your best feature? ]: My hair. [ your most treasured memory? ]: Shove off.

I N . T H E . F U T U R E

[ what is the age you hope to get married? ]: I’m not considering marriage at the present time. [ number and names of kids? ]: I suppose one or two might be nice. I’m not sure what I would name them. [ where do you see yourself at age twenty? ]: Hopefully doing something more interesting than Mr. Tomkink’s filing. [ describe your dream wedding? ]: I’m not considering marriage at the present time. [ when and how do you want to die? ]: Hopefully not for a long time, and I’d prefer it not be painful. [ what are your career plans? ]: I will get my magiarchaeological plans into action or die trying. [ some place you’d like to visit? ]: Iceland

L A S T . T I M E

[ last time you went out of state? ]: This is Britain. We don’t have states. [ last time you were outside? ]: Yesterday. [ last time you had a snowball fight? ]: I think I was probably 12 or 13. [ last time you were listening to music? ]: Last night

O T H E R

[ how many people would you say are good friends of yours? ]: Three or four, perhaps. Draco, Blaise, Astoria, possibly Millie.... [ what hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? ]: Emotional [ have you felt this recently? ]: None of your business. [ what do you wear to bed? ]: Pyjamas [ when’s the last time you slept with a stuffed animal? ]: Probably when I was seven or so. [ have you ever used a ouija board? ]: No [ how many rings before you pick up the phone? ]: What is a phone?

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1: Full name Jagger Joseph Alexander!3: 3 Fears Every horror movie ever, bein alone, and bein ugly (this one is 2 real)5: 4 turns on girls who 1. singalong in the car 2. are smart 3. are athletic 4. are fun w kids7: My best friend really don’t have one9: My best first date maybe going to the opera for extra credit for school lol11: What do I miss travelling and my ex13: Favourite color brown eyes15: Favourite quote you have no idea how high i can fly - michael scott17: Favourite food waffle house19: What am I listening to right now you belong with me - tay21: Shoe size literally only 8.5 smh23: Hair color dark brown25: Ever done a prank call? throwback to when i was like 1027: Meaning behind my URL the wonder years song!29: Favourite song born to run - bruce springsteen31: How I feel right now bangin!33: My current relationship status single n sad35: Favourite holiday Halloween!!37: Tattoos and piercing i want none atm39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? idk maybe she does41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? no43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 30 minutes-ish45: Where am I right now? in bed!!47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? l o u d49: Am I excited for anything? goin back to school and killin it at soccer!!51: How often do I wear a fake smile? i think i sorta just hole up when im sad53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? wouldn’t care at all55: What is something I disliked about today? had to go to the doctor for my FAI /:57: What do I think about most? love and the future59: Do I have any strange phobias? maybe just regretting decisions61: What was the last lie I told? i told my mom i was working on my paper oops63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? i believe in ghosts and life outside of earth but not smart life65: Do I believe in luck? i believe in luck but like for a reason67: What was the last book I’ve read? new guinea tapeworms and jewish grandmothers for school69: Do I have any nicknames? call me jag if ya want!71: Do I spend money or save it? def spend73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? don’t think so75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? gettin good sleep!77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? jackie and wilson by hozier79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? fre shavocado81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr senilegambino, spoonemoji, tipsyhipsylipsy are the ones ill shoutout!!83: Do I have any relatives in jail? not that i know of85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? im an open book87: Had sex? ok ya89: Gotten pregnant? twice91: Kissed a boy? nope93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? yes!!95: Left the house without my wallet? ive gotten on a plane without my wallet lol97: Had sex in public? yikes99: Smoked weed? never101: Smoked cigarettes? never103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? vegetarian!105: Been underweight? maybe a tiny bit107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? gross only for school109: Been outside my home country? yes!111: Been to a professional sports game? mhm113: Cut myself? its hard to let out your emotions sometimes115: Been in airplane? yes117: What concerts have I been to? honestly way too many to list119: Learned another language? yea im okay at french n spanish!121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? no123: Dyed my hair? no but one day tbh!!125: Rode in an ambulance? no127: Met someone famous? tons129: Peed outside? yea131: Helped with charity? yes133: Broken a mirror? no135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? rhiannon, leo, and some other princess-y girl name!137: Do I like my handwriting? mostly!139: Favourite Tv Show? the office141: Play any musical instrument? yes guitar piano and others!143: Favourite pizza toping? extra cheese145: Am I afraid of heights? not even a lil147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? w love and college149: What my greatest achievments are bein here and trying my hardest to be a kind person151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery probably just live off of it and donate my salary and money that i don’t need! i might buy a lot of land and just keep it as protected land also153: My closest Tumblr friend prob tipsyhipsylipsy155: Any question you’d like? just ask!

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The Story of Us

PROLOGUE || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13 || 14

Chapter Fifteen: Wedding Bells

Word Count: 8121

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Throughout the week, Riley’s errands regarding the wedding continued and the more time she spent out, the more locals would stop her and press for details about the upcoming nuptials. Of course something like this is big news for the tiny town and it seemed that everyone wanted to be apart of it.

What was originally planned to be an intimate family thing in Jed’s own backyard turned into a Hillford Creek Spectacular held right in town square. Riley worried the towns involvement would take away from the magic of the reunion, especially since hardly any of them actually knew Jed on a personal level. Sure, maybe a few locals had surface level conversations if he ever ventured into town for groceries or to run errands but none of them - except for Cassidy - had made a real effort to befriend Jedediah.

Despite Riley’s concerns, both Jed and Rhiannon insisted that the only thing that mattered to them was that it happens and not how it happens.

It’s Topanga whom suggested they marry under the tree in which Rhiannon asked Jed to ‘come with her’, an idea Riley was more than happy to support. 

Riley had spent the week organising the finer details of the ceremony. She’d been to the bakery, florist and even to Chubbie’s to organise food. The New Yorkers plan was to accumulate the things she deemed necessary for the small wedding but once the venue changed to the town square and it was posed as an open invitation, Riley began to panic. It was Mary - Mabel’s mother - during Riley’s final dress fitting the day before the wedding that calmed Riley’s nerves. The kind woman put down her dress pins and looked Riley right in the eye, a sweet smile present on her face and she said, “You need not stress, Riley darling, a little goes a long way in this town.” Strangely enough the womans words did calm Riley’s nerves about it all, even if they didn’t entirely make sense to her. 

Come Saturday morning, Riley truly understands the meaning of Mary Becker’s words. For every person Riley had spoken to in the past week seemed to come through with the small arrangement she’d confirmed with them but on a much larger and very generous scale. It seemed that the people Riley spoke to, spoke to other townies and those townies passed on the word and in true tiny town fashion it seemed that everyone was lending a hand. 

Once Riley first arrives in town square she’s at a loss for words when she spots the crowd of people buzzing around and the piles of supplies that seemed to be  building up. 

Throughout the day Riley is continuously surprised with the generosity of the town. Local business owners gathered up their spare tables and chairs, some owners went as far as offering up their own in store seating for the event. The florist not only came through with the bouquets Riley asked for but supplied a mix of beautiful centrepieces for each and every table. 

The help everyone was giving became too much for Riley to track. At some point during the day a mix of beautiful white and lacy table cloths covered each table, a candle lit or little electronic lantern sat by ever flower centrepiece. Each table had a place setting but not all were the same, in fact, the whole setup was mix matched and Riley couldn’t have planned it more perfectly herself. 

Even mix matched, everything flowed just lovely. The tables all lined in white, white plates, silver cutlery, flower centrepieces and lantern lighting, but it was the details that set each place apart. Some tables had solid white cloths, others had lace trims or embroidery, the flowers arrangements were different on every table, flooding the park with extra colour and beautiful smells. Everything was looking wonderful and it excited Riley as she felt it gave the vibe that both her grandparents lost touch with. 

At one point in the day Riley caught up with the chef at Chubbie’s and he assured her that he’s got everyone’s bellies covered, he’d enlisted the help of a few other cooks in town. 

Even the towns Mayor loans Riley some fairy lights from the Christmas decorations used in the street throughout the holiday season. The tree in which the couple are set to marry under is wrapped in strings of light and a few other poles are set in place with lights being hung between them, providing light for what is going to be an evening ceremony.

It’s late in the afternoon once it all finally comes together. At this point Mabel has already taken Topanga and Rhiannon back to her mothers shop where they’re going under all the beautification steps for the night. The men of the family gather at Jedediah’s to relax and prepare before they’re due back in town square. The locals whom had been helping, all sporadically left throughout the day. Riley stayed the longest so she could project manage. Tristan and Thomas stay behind still hanging up a few lights around the park. Riley looks at the setting in awe and has a wave of guilt for her previous negative thoughts about the locals. It’s clear to her that they’re willing to welcome anyone into their close community and are genuinely happy to lend a hand, especially to a sick old man who’s found love again. 

Although it looked beautiful Riley still felt like it needed a personal touch, something extra special for her grandparents. An idea quickly comes to the forefront of Riley’s mind and she shouts at the twins that she’ll be back soon. With that Riley jumps on the bike Mabel lent her and rides back towards Jed’s house. She bursts through the front door and mumbles explanations to the men in her family as she pulls down the ladder to the attic. Riley is quick and purposeful with her trip home, it’s only ten minutes later that she’s leaving again on the bicycle with a basket full of of photo albums.

One Riley arrives back at the park she finds the twins packing up their things. With arms full and an innocent grin Riley approaches them and asks for a little bit more of their time. Thomas groans loudly which earns himself a whack in the arm from his brother but Riley just chuckles quietly at him. 

“You know what, Tommy? You remind me a lot of my friend Maya.” A slight ache in Riley’s heart because they still haven't spoken after their phone fight.

“Is she also devastatingly good looking?” Thomas jokes.

“Or painstakingly annoying, perhaps?” Tristan jabs.

“No.” Riley laughs sofltly. “She has a real tendency to pretend like she doesn’t care when really she cares a whole lot.”

Thomas exaggerates a frown. “You’re going to ruin my image.” 

Riley rolls her eyes and Thomas laughs and then asks what Riley needs him to do before they go. Riley points at the the beautiful white gazebo at the edge of the park. For someone else perhaps, that would make a lovely backdrop to be married under but since the tree holds more of a sentimental value Riley came up with another use for the gazebo. 

Thomas marches the box of spare fairy lights over and Tristan helps Riley locate the fine fishing wire they were using earlier. 

“You should bring Eli.” Riley whispers once Thomas is a few steps away from them.

“I don’t know, Riley.” Tristan shakes his head. “You know how Lucas and Thomas feel about Miles...”

“This relationship could be good for everyone.” Riley says positively. “It might help build a bridge between your two friend circles or at the very least it gives Eli other friend alternatives, friends that baa less.”

“I’ll ask.” Tristan nods sheepishly.

The pair find what they need and join Thomas in the gazebo. The musically inclined twin has already strung more than half the rails with lights. Riley begins cutting strands of fishing wire and taping them to the backs of photographs from Jed’s albums. Tristan helps by tying them to strings of light and he climbs on the ladder and hangs them from the gazebo’s roof. 

“Have you seen Lucas?” Riley asks casually as she hasn’t seen or heard from him all day. Riley worries he thought about their whole ‘spending time with each other’ conversation and has since changed his mind about where they left things. 

“Not since this morning.” Thomas shakes their head. “He said he had to do something at Pappy Joe’s farm but I stopped by earlier and couldn’t find him. He’s always disappearing like that, I wouldn’t worry about it. Lucas tends to adopt the broody cowboy persona sometimes.” 

If he’s disappeared like Thomas said, Riley figures she’d find Lucas at the inn but with too much on her plate right now she has to give it a miss. 

“Hey Riley, is this your mom?” Tristan asks with a small smirk. Riley takes the polariod he’s holding. 

“Yeah.” Riley smiles at the photograph of her mother, back in her middle school days when she too rocked the flower child vibes. “My dad used to call her the ten pounds of hair in the front row.” 

“I think that’s so sweet that they’re one of those forever couples.” Tristan smiles. “I guess your grandparents are one of those forever couples too...” 

Riley smiles at his thoughts spoken aloud and slips the polaroid into the back pocket of her jeans. Shortly after, the three finish the last minute task and Riley dismisses each twin with a hug. Then, Riley runs over to Mary’s store to get ready.

Riley enters the shop and finds Mary and Mabel pinning hair curlers into Rhiannon’s hair. Riley’s grandmother sits in a silk robe with her face already decorated in a light and beautiful coat of makeup. Mabel’s ready too in a lovely emerald green dress with her hair pinned nicely off her face. The most shocking presence in the store was Vanessa, standing with a makeup brush in hand.

“Finally!” Mabel beams once Riley arrives. 

“Sorry, I was just finishing up a few things.” Riley shrugs innocently. “Where’s mom?” Riley asks noticing Topanga’s absence. 

“She’s dressed and ready,” Rhiannon begins, “She's just stepped out to run one last errand.” 

“Did I forget something?” Riley crinkles her brows as she quickly tries to check off things in her mind. 

“No darling, everything is beyond wonderful.” Rhiannon gives Riley a genuine smile. “Your mother will be back soon, nothing to worry about.” 

“Riley, I’ll help you get ready.” Mabel wiggles the garment bag containing Riley’s dress. 

“I can help with your makeup if you like.” Vanessa adds sheepishly. 

“I’d love that.” Riley nods genuinely.

“Do you know how you want your hair?” Mabel questions. 

“I have a few ideas.” Riley’s smile creeps wider. “But I’m going to need your help, all of your help probably... If you have any time, grandma?” 

“It would be my pleasure.” Rhiannon smiles. “Now what did you have in mind?” 

Riley pulls out the polaroid from her back pocket and hands it to her grandmother. “Do you think I could pull off something like that?” 

Rhiannon takes the square photograph in her hand and smiles at the photo of her daughter around the age of twelve, back when her clothes were always flowy and her hair bouncy with tight and fluffy waves. “I think this will work just beautifully.” 

With all hands on deck Riley’s hair and makeup is done in no time. Riley had worn her hair wavy before, any time she took it out of braids but this was different, there’s so much more volume to her hair which felt odd in a foreign sort of way but Riley really quite liked the fluffiness of it. She liked that it made her feel pretty, it made her feel like her moms daughter.

With time quickly getting away from them Riley steps into one of the change rooms with Mabel where the redhead helps Riley into her dress. Once Mabel ties the bow at the back of Riley’s garment she can’t help but express her awe. 

“It’s like this dress was made for you!” Mabel gushes. 

“Well technically it was made for me.” Riley laughs. “Your mom made all those changes for me..” 

“Lets go show everyone.” Mabel clasps her hands together excitedly.

Riley steps out from behind the curtain, her feet still bare, the only part of her outfit right now was her dress. 

“So?” Riley asks sheepishly under the gazes of the three other women in the room. 

“Wow.” Vanessa is the first to speak with an approving nod.

“Beautiful. Truly.” Mary nods too and Rhiannon is left speechless. 

Riley looks at herself in the full length mirror. Riley fell in love with this dress the moment she saw it, originally it was only half finished so Mary took on all suggestions Riley had and the end result was just so lovely and fitting to Riley and the event specifically. 

The bodice of the dress is fitted snugly in an off white lace, thin straps supporting it over her shoulders. A lace sash separating the bodice and skirt, tied nicely in a bow and slightly off centre is an orangey flowery to brighten up the dress and draw focus. The skirt of the dress is made up of three layers, the top layer is the shortest and in a similar off white colour to the bodice. The next two layers are made up up of white and pink lace sections. Originally Mary planned to cover these bottom two layers with another piece of material matching the first layer but Riley asked if they could leave it as is, she loved that the dress felt inside out. 

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted from your things at Jed’s so I brought it all.” Rhiannon motions towards the corner of the room. 

Riley finds the box of clothes and shoes Topanga sent to Riley and the duffle bag Riley originally brought with Maya’s old things in there. Riley has a quiet laugh at some of her old outfit options but she stops when one thing catches her eye. Riley picks up the black fishnet under shirt and thinks deeply for a moment before turning to the group. “Can someone hand me a pair of scissors?” 

Everyone else in the room seems confused but no one questions the New Yorker. Riley uses scissors to cut the sleeves of the under shirt, she uses some thread to sew the pieces into socks. Riley slips each one onto her feet followed by a pair of black ankle boots, not the full bulky black studded ones she used to wear of Maya’s but a toned down version that she already owned herself. 

Riley returns to the mirror and points her toe as she checks her outfit with the new additions. The fishnet socks poke out of the boots which Riley quite likes but worries it didn’t fit the rest of the outfit. Then, another thought comes to Riley’s mind and she digs through her belongings until she finds her thin black choker necklace, with the help of Vanessa, Riley secures it around her neck. The idea was to bring the black up higher and balance out the bottom half. Riley returns to the mirror again, immediately happier with the look of things. Finally, Riley scoops up her denim jacket and throws it on over her dress. 

“Ready.” Riley holds her arms out by her side. 

A collective “Whoa” escapes everyone else in the room. 

“Is it too much?” Riley asks nervously under everyones gazes. 

“I think it’s very, you.” Mabel coaxes her head with a smile. 

“Are my clothes speaking to you again?” Riley jokes. 

“Yeah and they've got nothing but good things to say.” Mabel smirks. 

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Riley’s outfit;

Riley’s hair reference; (So imagine she ends up with some beautiful version of this on herself)

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Rhiannon is last to dress, her gown is simple in the most beautiful way, it mirrors some similarities to her original dress but still fits the graceful woman she is today. Instead of a veil she wears a flower crown amongst her loose curls. 

Once everyone is ready to leave Riley wonders where her mother is. Rhiannon says she had a slight delay but is waiting at town square for them now. 

The group exits the clothing store, Mary insists no one - especially the bride - just walks over to the park so they all pile in her car. 

Literally sixty seconds later the car pulls up at the edge of the park in town square. Riley spots her mother approaching the car, she’s looking lovely in a dress that matched the pink in her own outfit, close by Topanga’s side is Cory looking smart casual, suspenders that matched the ones Riley picked up for Auggie earlier in the week, an orangey flower pinned to his shirt. 

Mabel, Mary and Vanessa exit the car to find seats. Riley gives her grandmother a small smile before leaving her to have a moment in the car. Cory opens the door for his daughter and offers his hand to help her out. 

“Riley, you look so-” Topanga covers her mouth with her hand, speechless at the beauty of her daughter. Strangely emotional to see her so, herself.

“Did it work?” Riley asks quietly. “Am I fixed?” 

“Oh honey, your father and I never thought you were broken.” Topanga says genuinely. “All we ever wanted was for you to realise that there’s nothing wrong with being yourself.”

“I get that now.” Riley nods. “But I can’t give Maya up, I won’t.” 

“Is that what you think we want?” Cory furrows his brows.

“You were always so angry at me for being like her, for getting into trouble and-” Riley is cut off when her father takes her chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing their gazes.

“The world already has a Maya Hart. Maya Hart already has a Maya Hart. What the world and your best friend both need is a Riley Matthews.” Cory doesn’t break their stare for a second.

“I need a Maya just as much as she needs a Riley?” Riley crinkles her brows. 

“It’s the secret of life.” Cory wears his cheesy grin.

“Not this speech again.” Riley groans playfully.

“It’s my best lesson!” Cory shrugs with a laugh.

“So you two don’t want me to stop being Maya’s friend?” Riley backtracks, she knew the whole secret of life blah blah but had she really villainized her parents during their fights, made it out like they wanted to cast away her best friend in order to have the perfect daughter return?

“Honey,” Topanga gives her a small smile before pointing towards the crowd of people gathering. “We would never.”

Confused, Riley follows the direction in which her mother is pointing. Shock waves over the brunette when she meets the gaze of the blonde girl she’s grown up calling her best friend. Maya is a small distance away staring over at the Matthews, she gives Riley a small wave and her mouth silently reads, “I’m so sorry.”

Overwhelmed, Riley feels the sudden urgency to cry but she manages to hold it together long enough to stress the silent words on her lips, “Me too.”

“I think it’s time to get things moving.” Cory says softly and it pulls Riley’s attention away from Maya. Cory gives his two leading ladies a small smile before meeting Auggie and Jedediah down the end of the aisle. 

The intro of the music dedicated to them all walking down the aisle begins to play. Topanga gives Riley’s hand a gentle squeeze “I guess it’s time for my parents to get married... Again...”  

Riley lets out a quiet laugh and begins to make her way down the aisle. Topanga helps her mother out of the car before walking a few steps behind Riley. 

Riley spots Jedediah at the end of the aisle, Cory behind him and Auggie behind them both. The sight of her grandfather in a floaty cotton shirt is amusing and seems so odd yet nothing felt more right. 

Once Riley’s nearing the first few rows closet to the end of the aisle, to her left, she gives Maya another small smile and then to her right, she finally spots Lucas for the first time that day. He’s sat with with his parents, Beth and Pappy Joe. Lucas is smiling at her with a big goofy grin, the kind that gave her butterflies and had her nervously pulling her attention away in attempt to regain composure. 

The ceremony is simple but lovely. The sun was setting behind the couple as they gave new vows to each other and right when Jed pulled Rhiannon in for a kiss the big tree behind them lit up with thousands of twinkling lights. 

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Maya approaches Riley immediately after the ceremony. She’s eager to see her best friend but still very nervous that they’ve been fighting and wondering what it’s going to be like after all the time they’ve spent apart.

“You look really pretty.” Maya opens sheepishly. “I like the socks.”

“I cut one of your old shirts.” Riley admits. “Sorry if you wanted it back..”

“It looks better on you this way.” Maya’s smile widens.

An awkward lull passes before they both burt out, “I’m sorry!- You’re sorry? I’m sorry!” 

They both laugh off the weirdness and Maya talks first. “I should never have gotten mad at you about not wanting to come home. I should have gotten angry at that stupid, Charlie Gardner.” 

“I should have been more sensitive about your feelings, I know how you feel about people leaving.” Riley watches Maya shift nervously. “You were right though. I have changed, but at the same time not really. Before I was trying to be you, now I’m just trying to be myself.” Riley holds one of Maya’s hands in her own. “It doesn’t matter where I am in the world, or who I am, I’m never giving up on you, Peaches.”

“You haven't called me Peaches in forever.” Maya’s smile has a slight sadness behind it. “I’ve really missed you, Riles.” 

“Come here!” Riley pulls her best friend in for a hug. “Oh and I want your painting!” Riley blurts out.

“What?” Maya is evidently confused as she breaks their embrace.

“The one I helped you steal back from school” Riley says. “I want to hang it in my room.”

“Okay?” Maya says still a little puzzled. 

“And I think we should apologise to Farkle.” Riley lets out a breath, quickly falling down a ramble hole. “I know he was weirdly obsessed with us but he was such a good friend to us both and we should have never neglected him or anyone else to prove how amazing our friendship was...” 

“Okay...” Maya nods. 

“And I think we should hang out with Zay more.” Riley adds. 

“Zay?” Maya raises a brow.

“Yeah, he’s from here, I told you about that already.” Riley nods quickly. 

“I know. When he got back to New York I actually hugged him because I missed you so much.” Maya admits quietly. “Zay..”

“So you’re okay with us expanding our friendships beyond just you and me?” Riley questions. 

“Whatever you want.” Maya smiles.

“Only sometimes though.” Riley says. “I love you, Maya and I want to give you whatever you want, but from now on I’m going to be brave enough to tell you when I think that what you need is something else.” 

“Oh yeah?” Maya coaxes her head playfully. 

“Today I was looking through your old clothes that you lent me and I realised that I pretend to be you for so long that it did eventually rub off on me.” Riley says. “It was the insecure Riley parts that had me convinced that I was only pretending because eventually being like you did make me braver. You did inspire my own fierceness. That’s who I am now and that fierceness is fighting my insecurities and I’m not going to lie, I have had a little help here in Texas with finding myself again...” Riley’s eyes wander over towards Lucas whom is standing with his mother still. “...But you deserve credit too. I don’t think of us negatively, I hope this Riley is enough for you..” 

“My strange little bird is all grown up.” Maya says with tears threatening to spill. 

“Stop, you’ll make me cry.” Riley says with her own damp eyes. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll hold it together.” Maya laughs as she clenches her eyes shut. “Can I meet your friend Mabel?” 

Riley spends most of her time with Maya introducing her to friends and locals of the town but it did seem almost impossible for Riley to get a moment alone with Lucas. It seemed the most the pair could get were stolen glances and sheepish smiles as they interacted with whatever family or town member that called each of their individual attentions.

Now with the sky blanketed in darkness the park is lit up with fairy lights. Food is served, Riley sits with her family and Maya at a table, she spots Lucas at a table with his cousins, Mabel and Vanessa. Riley leaves her plate behind to go mingle and hopefully she’d finally get a chance to interact with Lucas, something more than sorry glances as one them gets pulled away before they meet up. Maya tags along with her overloaded plate in hand. Riley chuckles at the blonde and they head towards the table. Once they get there, Maya sits immediately in an empty seat on one side of Thomas and Riley realises Lucas has disappeared. 

“Where'd Lucas go?” Riley asks the table. 

“Pappy Joe called him over.” Mabel gives her a small and knowing little grin. 

Rliey’s eyes scan the groups of people standing and sitting around. Her eyes fall on Lucas’ back as he stands with his grandfather and Jedediah. The three of them seem to be laughing about something and the sight of two old friends connecting made Riley really happy. 

Tristan moves over on his chair and frees up space for Riley to share his seat. Riley takes him up on his offer and they not so comfortably sit together, not that either of them minded enough to move. 

“No Eli?” Riley whispers very quietly to Tristan. 

The twin shakes his head, “I did ask but it’s hard for him too, you know?” 

Riley nods silently and turns her attention back to everyone else. The group falls into conversation. Naturally, Maya is quizzed being the newcomer to the group, she answers between mouthfuls of food but mostly offered up funny stories about Zay and how she teases him. Everyone laughed at each story, Riley notices Vanessa grow awkward listening to Maya and maybe even a little jealous but the cheerleader politely smiles and laughs along. 

The thought of Maya and Zay as a romantic pairing had Riley confused so she laughs the idea off to herself. Riley’s eyes were fixated on the candle lit lantern in the middle of the table and eventually her gaze wanders around to the dinner plates of her friends. 

“What kind of a wedding has pizza, barbecue ribs, Chinese food and a variety of home cooked meals?” Riley chuckles as she reflects again on just how amazing the towns efforts has been.

“The amazing kind.” Both Maya and Thomas say in unison, each with a mouthful of food.

“Whoa.” Tristan whispers to himself. “Now I totally get the freaky twin thing.”

Riley giggles along with the rest of the group at Tristan’s remark. Riley hangs around and participates in light conversation with her friends. Part of her was hoping Lucas would return, he hadn’t as of yet and not wanting to be the girl that spends the entire night with her friends, Riley stands to excuse herself.  

“I’m going to see my family, Maya are you alright here?” Riley checks on her friend.

“I’m good.” Maya nods as she wipes at the corner of her mouth with the back of her palm. “I’m actually going to go get seconds.”

“Ooo, can you bring me back some of the pork dumplings?” Thomas asks excitedly.

“Do I look like a waitress?” Maya asks before stopping. “Wait- don’t answer that.”

Another laugh escapes Riley before she parts from the table and makes her way towards the wedding party. Riley’s about to approach them but notices her grandmother go off in another direction so she decides to follow. The two meet by the steps of the gazebo. The older woman radiating, not only from a beauty stand point but her whole aura seemed to shine.

The two step into the centre of the gazebo, now beautifully lit with all the fairy lights. Rhiannon’s eyes dance around at the many memories captured in photographs hanging from bits of wire. 

“Riley, this is- amazing,” Rhiannon lets out a breath. “Did you do this?” 

“I had the twins help me.” Riley admits. “But I just wanted to give you and grandpa a reminder of life before..”

“I love it.” Rhiannon smiles sweetly. 

Riley lets her own gaze wander around the photos, one in particular catches her eye. She didn’t remember handing it up, it must have been one of the ones Tristan fixed up. Something about the photo felt familiar even though Riley was certain that she’d never seen it before. A picture of her grandparents at quite a young age from what she could tell. Riley turns it over in her hands and reads that pen written words, “The day we first met.”  

“I have extra photos from that day somewhere back home in Philadelphia.” Rhiannon smiles as if she's looking back on that very day. “To think I almost never checked into the inn.” 

“What do you mean?” Riley asks. 

“Didn’t your grandfather tell you the full story?” Rhiannon questions. “That’s so like him, to let pieces fall into place as time goes on.” 

“That’s exactly how it’s been,” Riley laughs softly. “I thought I got to know about you through the stories but it’s not until later that I find out that this is where you two met and then again it took even longer to find out that you both left town after a few days.” 

Rhiannon shakes her head with a smile and begins to explain, “I suppose he left out the detail that Mae’s ballet school checked into the inn only minutes before me occupying all the rooms?” 

“You knew Mae?” Riley questions.

“I met Mae before I met Jedediah.” Rhiannon nods. 

“I don’t know why I’m so surprised.” Riley knits her brows together. “I don’t know why I assumed you came at a time before Pappy Joe met Mae...”

“I hitch hiked my way into town, a mini bus full of ballerinas picked me up and brought me to the inn.” Rhiannon explains. “That’s where I struck up a conversation with a beautiful girl named Mae.”

“Unbelievable.” Riley whispers to herself.  “Jed and Joe of course knew each other at that point, the two of them were lingering around the front desk as everyone checked in. Mae’s dance teacher was taking care of their booking so I hung back and chatted with the dancer.” Rhiannon continues. “By the time I got to the desk, the concierge let me know the French school just filled up the last of the rooms. I was about to leave when Jed jumped in insisting that there was one more room left. After some hushed back and forth between Jed and the concierge I had a room to sleep in and as you probably know by the end of the day four people had fallen in love.” 

“Where did the room come from?” Riley gives her grandmother a dubious look. 

“Jed was staying in one of the rooms whilst he worked there so he just convinced the concierge to give me that room.” Rhiannon laughs softly. 

“Because he wanted you to stay.” Riley laughs too. “But where did he sleep?” 

“I didn’t find out until three years into our marriage that he slept in the stables on some hay.” Rhiannon laughs harder. 

“Really?” Riley giggles. 

Rhiannon lets her laughter tapper off. “So the young Friar boy, Lucas, I was speaking with him earlier. He seems lovely..”

“At least one of us has gotten a chance to speak to him today.” Riley sighs. 

“The town has you occupied?” Rhiannon gives her a sympathetic smile.

“Constantly.” Riley nods. 

“Go find him.” The elderly woman smiles softly as she edges towards the gazebos exit. 

“Thanks grandma.” Riley gives her a smile before the woman disappears.

Now alone Riley’s eyes fall back on the photograph of her grandparents, it still has a strange familiarity Riley can’t quite explain. Without thinking about it too much Riley pulls the photograph off the strand of lights it hangs from and places it in her pocket. 

Once Riley steps out of the gazebo she finds Lucas’ gaze, he’s back at the table with their friends, Riley’s surprised to see Eli has arrived and is mingling with Tristan and Thomas. Lucas nudges his head back, silently communicating for Riley to join him for a moment alone. She takes a few steps towards him but stops once she hears clinking of glasses. The two teen share yet another small smile and Riley joins her families table for the toasts. 

Jed says a few words, Rhiannon says a few words, Cory and Topanga both get up and speak then there seemed to be a pressure put on Riley to say a toast. Nervously and unprepared the teen stands up. Riley fidgets anxiously with her hands for a moment. Quickly she collects her thoughts and begins her toast. 

“I am a big believer in fate.” Riley says, “For a while I think I forgot just how much but my time in this town, with the people, getting to know my grandpa and his story, it’s made me remember why I was so trusting in the universe and it’s plan in the first place.” Riley begins to feel more natural talking in front of the large crowd. “In English class we were asked to partner up and write a story revolving around a person in their lives. I was fortunate enough to be trusted with a love story of a ballerina and a stable boy. My partner, Lucas,” Riley finds his gaze but only for a moment as she didn’t want to get distracted, “He wrote about Jed. Afterwards Lucas asked me what I would have written if I were him. I didn’t have too many details to give but I said I’d make sure Jed - my grandpa - got his happily ever after. But it looks like I don’t have to worry about that because the universe already had you covered.” Riley turns to her grandparents with a smile and then back to the crowd as she raises her glass, “To the forever couple.” Everyone clinks glasses, Riley can hear a loud whistle from Tristan, presumably because Riley used his words for the final toast. 

And so the night goes on, Jed and Rhiannon have their second, first dance. Riley ends up on the makeshift dance floor with her younger brother, Auggie. Since his latest growth spurt the two at a comfortable height for each other without too much scrunching down or stretching up. 

“I love that you’re not too cool to dance with your big sister.” Riley laughs. 

“If you make it weird, Riley, I’ll stop.” Auggie shakes his head as they twirl around together. 

“Newsflash, Auggie,” Riley’s smile remains. “I am weird.” 

“Yeah, I know.” His grin is wide. 

As the two twirl around together they spin past Lucas and Annabeth engaging in a similar dance together. There’s is a little more of an odd height difference. 

Again Riley and Lucas exchange looks in passing but still nothing comes of it as they each get peeled off in opposite directions once their dances end. 

Finally, after another hour since Riley last met eyes with Lucas on the dance floor she has a moment alone. Immediately she scans the park for Lucas. Riley finds him leaning against a tree, he’s watching his younger sister Annabeth and their father sweetly dance around together. Riley sneaks up on him and firmly tugs at the back of his shirt. The Texan jolts from the spook and staggers back a step before smiling when he sees it’s Riley. 

“Well if it isn’t the hardest person to get a moment alone with in Hillford Creek.” Riley says with arms linked behind her back. 

“That’s funny, I was just about to say the same thing about you.” Lucas jokes. 

“You want to disappear for an hour or so?” Riley raises an eyebrow and nudges her head back. 

“Now I know this is a wedding, Riley but I’m just not that kind of boy.” Lucas holds his palms out in a joking manner. 

“Jerk.” Riley playfully smacks his stomach. “If you’re going to be like that then I don’t want to-” As Riley’s walking away from him Lucas grabs her wrist and spins her back around. 

“The inn?” Lucas asks softly.

“The inn.” Riley nods. 

The two look around to see if anyone was going to stop them and quickly exit the park together. A little way away from the park Riley feels it’s safe to finally talk. 

“I am obsessed with today.” Riley beams as they stroll, Riley’s excitement turns into more of a skip. “Maya and I made up, she’s here! Vanessa and Mabel seem to be paving the way with their friendship again, my grandparents got married, again. Tristan finally told you about Eli-” Riley freezes dead in her tracks. “Wait he did tell you about Eli, didn’t he?” 

“Yes.. When did he tell you about Eli?” Lucas pricks up a brow. 

“I may have accidentally stumbled across them myself.” Riley lets out a nervous and breathy laugh. 

“And you didn’t tell me?” Lucas questions. 

“It wasn’t my secret to tell.” Riley gives him a look. “I hope you know that, I’d like to think it’s why you’ve trusted me with some of your own secrets.” 

“I’m just kidding.” Lucas nudges Riley’s arm and they begin walking again. “You’re a good friend.” 

“Thanks.” Riley smiles at her shoes. “So you’re okay with Eli?” 

“Of course.” Lucas nods. “Surprised obviously but I’ve never doubted Tris’ judgement before, I’m not going to start now.” 

“See, I knew you’d be cool about it.” Riley smiles. 

“So Maya’s here, did you know she was coming?” Lucas asks. 

“No. My parents organised it.” Riley explains. “I didn’t even see her until right before I walked down the aisle.” 

“I got a chance to speak to her, she seems funny.” Lucas continues the conversation. “She has lots to say about Zay.” 

“Oh yeah.” Riley laughs. “She’s been calling him cowboy names ever since he first transferred. So does she match ‘The Rebel’ stories you’ve heard from Zay?” 

“I guess.” Lucas nods. “But I think she matches your stories more.”

A quiet but comfortable lull passes by and Riley uses it as an opportunity to bring up something she’s been dying to share. 

“Guess what?” Riley bounces on her toes. 

“Your parents have decided to move to Hillford permanently?” Lucas asks jokingly and when Riley frowns he apologies. “Sorry, that’s really unfair of me.” 

“I was going to tell you about a conversation I had with my grandmother earlier.” Riley says, “Puzzle pieces just keep falling into place, just when I thought there were no more left to be discovered.” 

“What new information has come to light?” Lucas asks intrigued. 

“Would you believe me if I told you that our grandmothers met each other before they met Jed and Joe?” Riley raises a brow playfully. 

“No way.” Lucas shakes his head. “You’re not going to tell me they met in Africa when they were seven or something are you?”

“Not quite.” Riley giggles. “But Mae’s mini bus did pick Rhiannon up on her way into town. They struck up a conversation with each other immediately.” 

“Unbelievable.” Lucas says. 

“That’s exactly what I thought.” Riley laughs. “Look at this,” Riley pulls out the photograph she stashed in her jacket pocket earlier. Lucas takes the photograph and looks closes at it. “That was from the first day they met.” 

“It’s just like the one of my Pappy Joe and Grandma Mae.” Lucas smiles at it. 

“Of course!” Riley says as it finally clicks. “That’s why it looks so familiar.” Instantly Riley remembers the photograph resting on the fireplace at Pappy Joe’s house. The faded photograph of a young Joe and Mae, from the way they stood together you never would have guessed it was the day they met. Riley figures each couple must have taken the photo for the other.

Riley is still looking at the picture as they approach the inn. Riley stops in her tracks again and Lucas pauses to find out what’s going on. 

“Look.” Riley says with her smile growing wider as she holds up the photograph. 

“What am I looking at?” Lucas is by her side staring intently at the photo trying to figure out what has Riley so psyched. 

“Focus on what’s behind the couple.” Riley gives Lucas a hint. 

Confused but without question Lucas examines the photo again, this time looking past the couple. Suddenly he sees what Riley sees, not only on the photo but the whole picture behind it. 

“The inn.” Lucas says in wonder as he closes one eye and watches as the  backdrop for the photograph matches up with the inn they stand before. 

“Pretty crazy, huh?” Riley smiles at the side of Lucas’ face whilst he continues to measure up the photo with the burnt out building. 

Lucas turns his head towards Riley and sheepishly meets her smile. “I want to show you something.” 

“Okay.” Riley says with curiosity building. The Texan leads her inside but stops Riley in the front entrance. 

“Close your eyes.” Lucas instructs. 

“Really?” Riley questions. 

“Really.” Lucas nods. 

“Okay...” Riley says wearily and shuts her eyes. Lucas guides Riley with one hand gently on the small of her back into the room they've sat and chatted in before. 

“Open.” Lucas says once he’s got Riley into position. 

Slowly, Riley lets her eyes flutter open and for a moment is speechless at the sight of what used to be a burnt out and broken bay window. Now in it’s place is a repaired seat, with a fresh coat of paint even the windows had been cleared of all black smoke now leaving a clear and beautiful view of the outside. 

“Is this what you were doing today?” Riley spins around and steps back nervously with how close she ended up being to Lucas who was only right behind her.

“Yeah, I mean I couldn't in good conscious keep letting you sit on the floor.” Lucas shrugs one shoulder nonchalantly. 

“Oh that’s all is it?” Riley coaxes her head. 

“Yep.” Lucas shrugs innocently again. 

“You know what the bay window means to me.” Riley highlights. 

“I’m familiar.” Lucas nods. 

“You built me a safe place.” Riley takes a step towards Lucas. Nervously he steps back. 

“It’s not like I built you a whole house..” His laugh is stuttered as rubs at the nape of his neck. 

“You baby notebooked me.” Riley sways in place, her grin plastered widely across her face. 

“Maybe.” A giggle escapes Lucas. 

“Is it safe enough to sit down?” Riley jokes. 

“I hope so.” Lucas laughs. “Otherwise I’m going to struggle to repair this whole place one day.” 

Lucas motions for Riley to take a seat. She purposely pulls at the side of her dress like a curtsey and sits down. Lucas laughs and sits beside her. Riley lets her gaze wander out the window. Quickly the happy bliss she’s been feeling lets some of her past worries slip through to the forefront. 

“Are you alright?” Lucas asks noticing her mood change. 

“Just can’t help but think about the changes that are to come.” Riley chews nervously on her lip.

“Not all change is bad, Riley.” Lucas smiles. “Like the fall leaves for example. Change can be good, beautiful.” 

A small smile flashes across the New Yorkers face but quickly her expression falls back into one of worry. “Can you promise me that no matter what happens next we’ll still be friends?” Riley asks. “I don’t want to lose you too.” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” Lucas smiles. 

“Good.” Riley lets out a nervous breath before lifting her hands to either side of Lucas’ face and closing the space between them. The kiss was one that had Riley certain of the difference between compatibility and chemistry. 

“What was that for?” Lucas asks with a sweet awestruck expression when they part. “Not that I’m complaining.” He quickly covers his tracks with a nervous chuckle. 

“There are few certainties in life, inevitability's you know?” Riley is quickly heading into a ramble. “In my life there’s a sadness approaching not to mention the inevitability of my return to New York after that-” Riley exhales loudly, “I have no idea what that means for us in the long term- or even in the short term- but I do know that I really like spending time with you-” Riley’s now in full ramble mode. “But like I said, I am returning to the city and I know that might be a deal breaker- presuming you even want in on the deal-” 

“Riley!” Lucas can’t help but let out a chuckle as he tries to slow her down. “We don't have to overthink things... We don’t have to be anything but us for as long or as little as you want.”

“And you’re okay with that?” Riley questions. 

“On the off chance that you’ll kiss me again..” Lucas chuckles. “Yeah, I’m totally okay with that.” 

Riley hangs her head forward with an embarrassed laugh. Lucas stands up and exaggerates a sigh. “As much as I’d like to keep you here I think people will be wondering where you’ve gone.” 

Riley nods knowing he’s right, as much as she’d craved this alone time with Lucas she did know they had to go back. 

“If I’m lucky I’ll be able to steal you again before the nights over for a dance.” Lucas says as he holds the front door open for Riley. 

“Did you not see me stepping on my brothers toes out there earlier?” Riley scoffs. “You really want to sign yourself up for that?” 

“Oh do I ever.” Lucas laughs. “I’ve seen the way you twirl.” 

“Are you mocking me?” Riley folds her arms. 

“I would never.” Lucas holds a hand to his chest. “I’m a Riley Matthews advocate.” 

“Okay then.” Riley unfolds her arms and takes marching strides out onto the grass in front of the inn. “Spin with me.”

“What?” Lucas laughs nervously. 

Riley looks Lucas dead in the eyes, his face only visible from the moonlight shining down on them. “You heard me.” Riley raises her arms out high and in line with her shoulders, she tilts her head back and points her gaze at the stars, she takes a deep breath and she twirls. 

Lucas watches on with a grin, he still stands on the last step of the inns front porch. Riley stops her twirling and looks over at him slightly dizzy. 

“Come on.” Riley says with a giggle as she waves her hand and Lucas sheepishly strolls over towards her. Riley pushes Lucas’ arms up and out by his elbows then matches his stance herself. “Head back and just-” Riley does as she did before and resumes her twirling, this time Lucas follows her lead. The Texan feels silly at first but quickly warms up to how freeing it felt. The two kept spinning and giggling until Riley catches her foot on a rock and trips backwards, her dizzy brain makes her stumble and land flat on her butt. Another round of laughter erupts from the girl as she tries to steady her brain. Lucas can’t help but chuckle too as he zigzags his way over to help her up. 

“Time to go back?” Lucas asks as he holds out a hand to help up Riley. 

“Yeah.” She says with a little sadness behind the word but still she takes his hand and allows him to help her up. The two take off in the direction of town square, neither of them noticing that they never let go of each others hand.

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End Notes: Firstly I would just like to thank everyone who has been patient with me in the time off I’ve had recently. Your kind messages of support have been lovely to read! 

Secondly, this is a LONG chapter. The next part of this story is the epilogue but I will be releasing a bonus chatter after that. You will see why I’ve planned it this way. 

Sorry if the editing in this is poor but I’m quite lazy with it, especially when it’s so long like this... 

Please let me know how you feel about the story wrapping up. Lucas and Riley have FINALLY kissed. What does the future hold for them?

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14, 21, 28, 29, 41, 49, 51, 55, 58, 60, 66, 81, 86, 91

this got rly long ^^”

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

i like this question a lot it makes me happy ^^ it’d be warm and a little messy, as many windows as we could get, lots of plants just all over the place i think, and books everywhere ^^” not pretty necessarily, but it’d feel like home - instruments and art supplies somewhere or everywhere or something in between, lotsa blankets, i feel like there wld be a lot of granola bars lol. i’m not sure what city it’d be in ! wherever we ended up ^_^ 

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces

ngl i have a super rough track record with bags - they break or they get to be too small or what have u… but my first xc bag i’ve had for 4 yrs now and i love the thing - its falling apart and stained and fraying but it’s been through a lot so i understand ^^ its really big and perfect

28. sunrise or sunset?

sunset!! there’s more going on there i think ^_^

29. what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

ahhh this is fun i’m gonna talk for y e a r s anyway ur getting more than one friend - simona gets really excited abt things and i love the way she types, like when she texts its just very “!!!!” and i lov it, alex calls everyone “kiddo” which i think is such a neat lil thing, gabs calls people “nuggets” a lot which is !! and also the way they get so excited for other ppl is way *heart eyes*, isabelle used 2 carry around a blow-up alien in her car and ik she doesn’t anymore but she still owns it and i just always found that, i mean funny obvs, but also just?? a cute lil isabelle thing, kristen gets so !!!! abt hockey its so fun to watch i lov her, faith has this little dance move thing that she does w her fingers that idk how 2 describe but its so !!!!, and tori always says “ily” like phonetically which is a Her Thing that i’ve picked up on and i love, morgan has this tone of voice she uses when we’re doing Stuff We Shouldn’t Be and im p sure it’ll b the way my conscience sounds inside my head for the rest of forever, and the way kelly talks is my fav thing in the World like her intonation and her word choice and??? idk how 2 explain Why but i love it i love her, n lydia has So Many Quirks and her genuine excitement abt like,,,,, Everything, is just !!!, and gabby takes pictures of all of us and of everything like All the time and i Love, and ANYWAY this got SUPER LONG it is NOT MY FAULT that i’m a LITTLE BIT IN LOVE WITH ALL OF MY FRIENDS SORRY

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

right now i’m reading dragonwatch? and i’m just cryin there’s so much Nostalgia™ and i’m so excited i love

49. do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

i don’t buy CDs so much for a couple reasons, 1 being that i don’t rly have a reason to and 2 being that i do buy a lot of records!! and my player has a converter so i can make CDs out of whatever records i buy ^^ the last record i got was !! sometimes i sit and think and sometimes i just sit by courtney barnett ^_^ 

51. think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

gabby, “i wear glasses” by mating ritual and “without you” by oh wonder ^_^

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

i wish i were a more dramatic person tbh, the only thing i can think of rn is that i wore hats like Nonstop after getting my hair cut short bc my mom told me i wouldn’t look good in hats if i cut it ^^” 

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? 

i don’t know why i would assign wine mom to morgan but i feel like i should, it’s just a //vibe// idk idk - and as far as vodka aunt, who knows man

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

love !!! most things by clementine von radics and rhiannon mcgavin, specifically “art class” by rhiannon mcgavin (it makes me cry i’m so), i like imagism a lot bc i like 2 be able 2 taste my poetry, almost anything by gabs and simona… words are so good!!!

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

this is so cute um… i love orchids a lot but idk if they?? ok i googled it there are flower crowns with orchids in them and they’re beautiful1!!!! those 100% ^_^ but w/e it is, smth mellow and minimal, i’m not abt anything super Busy

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of

a deep breath in the middle of your favorite hiking trail, the dead of summer. humid, earthy, each breath cuts through the air like pine needles do, yknow? staring into the flat clear surface of the lake your family has fished in for years, sunnies darting out from under the rocks, grass prickling between your fingertips as you lean forward for a better look, knowing that if you dipped a finger in the water it would be warm, too. springy like the grass you find at the farms a couple miles out, springy like the way a fishing pole feels when you’ve got a bite, springy like bare feet in fresh mud the first time it’s been warm enough to take your shoes off all season. anywho ! 

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

ngl i think the only concept album i’ve ever listened to has been crybaby by melanie martinez, which i liked and i own ^^ other than that?? idk? i mean gabs n i r writing a concept album so i feel obligated to like them lolol

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

ireland and london on a school trip ^_^ and yknow anywhere else i get the opportunity 2 go ! 

tysm for asking!!!