My first Byeler fic! General warning for some period typical internal homophobia. Aged up characters. Romance. Jealousy. Coming out.
Will was halfway back home when he decided he’d had enough. With a scowl on his face, and a tiny huff of frustration, he made a sloppy u-turn on a gravel drive and headed back in the direction from which he’d come, the Wheeler’s house, pedaling as fast as his legs could handle. By the time he’d made it back to their clean, middle class suburb (nothing like the run down, outskirts of town that Will called home), the sun was beginning to set and the lamplights and porch lights began their lazy parade of firing to life.
He wasn’t sure what he was going to do exactly, only knew that he was pissed off, his shoulders tense underneath the collar of his now sweat-soaked shirt, and he was either going to end up laying into Mike, or fleeing in terror at the first sight of him. If his past history was a factor, then it was a high probability for the latter.
Slipping my feet into the first set of shoes I saw, I called
back to my mate to confirm her request one last time.
“Darling, you’re sure you want macaroons? At three in the morning?”
“I’m sure!” She sing-songed back, and I groaned. Her
cravings had only gotten more and more obscure as time went on, and now that she
was seven months pregnant, I was frequently being sent on late night excursions
for whatever she hankered for that night.
“Okay, my love. I’ll be back… At some point.” I slung a jacket
over my shoulders before winnowing to her favorite bakery. I knocked as quietly
as I could, a light flicking to life in the second story window. I rocked back
on my heels and waited a few minutes for the owner to shuffle to the door.
“What is it, what do you- Oh!” Startled, the young Fae
nearly dropped the candle she held. “High Lord, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.”
I smiled politely at her. “Not a problem, Tasha. I apologize
for waking you.”
“No need to apologize,” she said, stepping to the side and
allowing me inside. “What can I do for you?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have any macaroons left from
yesterday, would you?” It was a long shot; Tasha’s macaroons were near famous
and by far the best in all of Velaris.
“Late night cravings?” She inquired, and I nodded. She
chucked, shaking her head. “I wish I could help you, but I haven’t any left.
Though you could check with Jay down the block, he might have some extras at
I pressed a silver coin into her palm. “Thank you for your
trouble. Sleep tight, Tasha.”
It took me over an hour before I finally found what must
have been the last macaroon in the entire city. Three other bakeries I’d visited
had also had none left, and I was almost ready to give up.
The last bakery I visited was a tiny little hole in the
wall, tucked back in a lesser known corner of the Rainbow. The baker had one
single lemon flavored macaroon left, and I almost kissed him out of
thankfulness. I paid the baker four times
what he usually charged, winnowing immediately back to the townhouse.
“Feyre?” I whispered, hanging my coat on the hook in the
foyer and silently padding up the stairs. “Darling, I found you a macaroon.”
Peeking my head into our room, I let out a defeated sigh. She’d fallen back
asleep, her arms wrapped securely around my pillow.
Setting the paper bag on her nightstand, I stripped off my
shirt and pants before crawling under the covers and snuggling up to her.
I need some Wil and Bim partners-in-crime headcanons and I need them pretty dang soon
They met because they were asked to co-host a game show together! The audience found them absolutely hilarious and they’ve been co-hosting ever since
They’re those two gossip friends who gossip about everyone at the table.
THEY BOTH REALLY LOVE FASHION and go out clothes shopping and all that together. Both gotta look Extra™ yknow
Dark kinda warms up to Bim because he’s so nice to Wil, given the other Egos aren’t very kind to him
When one of them is sad the other will tell them a buncha stupid corny jokes that they find absolutely hilarious to cheer them up
They both binge TV Shows together all the time
GUYS NIGHT OUT EVERY SATURDAY. They essentially just run around town hanging out and Doin Some Crimes™
(Applying the “Bim’s a Jim” headcanon) Wil tells the Jim’s embarrassing shit about Bim all the time (Albiet unintentionally, Wil really has no clue that what he’s doing is embarrassing Bim) and it absolutely plagues Bim’s life
I like digging holes and hiding things inside them When I'll grow old I hope I won't forget to find them 'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night I built a home and wait for someone to tear it down Then pack it up in boxes, head for the next town running 'Cause I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the nigh tAnd a thousand times I've seen this road, A thousand times
I love running through our new town!!!!!!!! I got to run by the water and even a couple of hills 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I can tell that I’ve lost a lot of my endurance , but I’m going to get it back 😀 Beautiful fall day, probably take the kiddos to be park!!!!! Happy Saturday 😀😀😀😀