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sea-jello · 8 months

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if anyone remembers my movie morro au here’s the part where he’s the villain finally LMAO

i had this idea in mind already and it just so happened to sorta line up with the morrotober prompt so

Day 7/October 7: Crystal || Wishing Well || "Too late now." (?)

OKAY so you probably should go read the other part just for the worldbuildings sake but i think you’ll survive if you don’t. anyways he’s still a high up gang member but instead of sneaking around behind the scenes he actually does stuff this time. he still does lowkey stuff he doesn’t go in guns blazing, so like spy stuff, or stealth missions. he still does the jobs from the other part like collect intel, make plans give orders yada yada. also he specialises in poisons instead of weapons cause he has an advantage with his wind. and cause i think it’s cool. like tranquillizers, sleeping potions, smoke bombs stuff like that (ties back to the stealth missions. he still fights he doesn’t just sit back and let the chemicals do the work. they’re just incorporated in) i don’t think anyone knows he has wind cause people would tie it back to him being associated with the ninja, so he uses it but like sneakily (remember in the movie when lloyd says “wind isn’t taken can i be wind?” YUP)

NOW in the other part i said he was very undercover and that’s why they couldn’t catch him. well this morro is a little more involved. as in he and a couple other members tried to steal the biggest crystal in ninjago from the borg vaults, which have the highest security possible (i like to try and incorporate canon and it’s either this or he goes fucking grave robbing and i don’t like that, so it’s the vaults). so they sneak in, they trigger the alarm and they’re like well okay no point now (too late now HAH morrotober prompt that wasn’t even intentional) and start trying to fight their way out. and it’s going alright until surprise surprise, the fucking ninja show up and they get arrested

before i forget morro and lloyd as regular civilians aren’t like close at all cause morro was wus student before the ninja ever were, and he used the stuff he learned from wu to rise up the ranks. they know of each other and they know they’re cousins (ish idrk if morros actually related to wu) but they’ve seen each other like once or twice probably. would recognise if they were asked to identify each other, but do not know of each other’s ninja/gang business cause they’ve both got masks. although i think it would hurt more if they were close so i might change that

so they’re incapacitated and the ninja are like sick let’s go fucking celebrate and dip before morro and the rest of their identities are revealed, so lloyd finds out his cousin was fucking arrested through morros crusty mugshot on the news here too LMAO. i was debating on if they should stay not knowing each other’s identities throughout but that’s like impossible since morros arrest is on the news and movie lloyd would pull his mask of for that “you don’t have to be evil my dearest cousin” speech the second theyre face to face

robbery plus breaking and entering plus aggravated assault plus assaulting a police officer PLUS gang activity since they obviously have proof he’s actively participating (and also he goes out more here that in the post where he’s not the villain so they have more evidence than they did in that version)?? that could add up to like twenty something years in jail. he’s 16 when he gets arrested, but you can be tried as an adult if the crime is severe enough. so he is and BAM hes probably gonna grow up in jail. he’s currently in juvie but will be moved when he hits 18. but he’s not gonna spend his prime years in JAIL

so he breaks out a year later. obviously. remember he is infamous for being a mastermind escape artist

he’s out of jail and he’s out for the ninjas blood. he’s gone three years without ever getting caught and all of a sudden these color coded high schoolers in 20 feet tall robots toss him in the slammer?? they’re going down

the ninja find out he escaped through the news again and come to the conclusion he’s probably coming back for revenge lloyds like oh my god my fucking cousins gonna kill me i’m gonna die at the hands of my own family. wu pops up and he goes blah blah you need to TRAIN i know all of this kids tricks you need to HARNESS the ELEMENTAL POWER INSIDE OF YOU instead of RELYING on your MECHS or whatever idk let’s be honest they need to learn not to rely on them more. the ninja are like 👁👁 you know this guy CUE classic wu backstory montage

i’m not very sure how this would end yet but i feel like it would be really funny if they were planning to hit him with everything they have and it ends up with lloyds “come back to the good side dear cousin of mine” speech anyways. either ways there are multiple fights in which lloyd does try to pacify him and make peace, but morro never gives him a chance to explain who he is so he doesn’t know he’s the green ninja til the end lmao. if this were a lego movie it would be a fight that sucked terribly, make a plan and improve and train, fight again but this time they’re sure they’re gonna get him but everything’s failing at a sudden turn of events near the end, and lloyd gives his heartfelt speech. maybe morro refuses but a new bigger threat appear like the overlord or something and they have to work together and morro realized hey fighting with people isn’t so bad. idk i’m just throwing this at the wall atp see what sticks

this one isn’t that long cause the last one was more worldbuiling and this one’s more about plot, and it’s not that great cause i speedran it in time for morrotober and it’s like lowkey underdeveloped and it’s currently 3 30am i might come back and change some things. the only thing i had completely set on this was he tries to steal the crystal, he got arrested, then broke out, so feel free to suggest some changes!

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eraenaa · 3 months

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Casual

Inspired by the song "Casual" by Chappell Roan

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: You would settle for causality as long as you had Rafe by your side.

Warnings: ¿Angst?, Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Choking, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2,126

A little break from Aemond fics because I just recently watched an obscene amount of Rafe edits, and now I'm obsessed.

“Rafe… fuck, Rafe,” you called— cried as he was stated between your legs. Your lusted eyes warily scanned the outside, mortified by the idea of you two being caught in such a state. “Shh… I’m doing my best work here,” He hummed and nipped the inside of your thigh, making you whimper. Your hands tangled in his hair, your lips were in between your teeth as his fingers slipped in and out of you, his ring adding a sense of coolness that only aided you in pleasure. “We—we might get caught!”You shirked as his lips sucked on your nubbin. “I really don’t fucking care, baby,” Rafe growled and nuzzled his face closer to your cunt.

You gasped and took hold of the grab handle of his truck as his fingers curled at the familiar sensation of you peaking was about to break. “Rafe!” You cried, and he just chucked and continued to draw circles on your clit, waiting for you to come undone on his lips. “Fuck you always taste so good,” he groaned as he lapped your cunt, and you tried to catch your breath. You slumped on the passenger seat, your back resting on the door and your head leaning against the fogged window. You sighed as his lips met yours, tasting yourself on his tongue while his hand went to cup your breast under your shirt. “We could have gotten caught,” You say against his lips when both of you parted for air. “So what? Let them see how great I am at eating you out,” he said with a sly smirk, enjoying the way your cheeks would flush and your gaze would bashfully go downward.

Rafe chuckled and kissed your cheek before settling himself in his seat and starting the engine of his truck. “Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, resting his large hand on your thigh. “Or would you rather go back to mine?” He asked, and you shook your head at his teasing tone. “I can’t. My parents are expecting me for dinner,” You said and stared at his hand on your thigh; it was odd that you found that part of his so attractive. Rafe hummed and squeezed the plump flesh of your thigh. “That reminds me, Rose told me to tell you you’re invited for dinner tomorrow.” He said as he turned a street. You slightly frown at his words. “Why?” You ask. It was unexpected— maybe even inappropriate because, though having known him and his family for a couple of years, you and Rafe were not on a level of social intimacy that warranted you joining him and his family for Sunday night dinner.

He had made it perfectly clear to his friends what the two of you were. That you two were just casual— just simply going about and fucking each other. “Nothing but a pastime— purely physical,” were his words. You would admit that it stung greatly. But you could not hold it against him because you perfectly knew that Rafe was not the committal type. He wanted something less serious and where there would be no strings attached. And you, who grew up with the idea of relationships stuck in your brain— being labeled as a hopeless romantic by your friends, settled for a casual fling with Rafe because… you wanted him— the whole of him. Even though he only wanted your body, that was enough for you to settle because you’d rather have him want you in a physical sense than not have him want you in any sense at all.

Rafe simply shrugged at your question. “Want me to pick you up?” He asked as he was pulling up to the driveway of your family’s estate. “Uh… no, I’ll just ask our driver,” you say because the act of him going out of his way to pick you up and drive you to dinner with his family was an act of intimacy that you would surely misinterpret and lead you to grow fonder of him whilst he still wants the casualty that did not come easily to you. “You sure?” He asked as his car stopped in the curve of your driveway. “Yeah, wouldn’t wanna impose,” You smile and remove your seatbelt. Rafe nodded and moved to kiss you again. And though you enjoyed kissing him, there was uncertainty on your lips.

“His step-mom invited me to dinner,” you told your friend through the phone. “Why?” They asked in the same confused tone you heard earlier. “I don’t know, too,” You say as you raid your closet for something to wear for the dinner that is fast approaching. “I thought you two were casual?” They asked—their tone hinting distaste. “We are,” You say and stare at yourself in the mirror, deciding which dress suits you best. Strategic in what to wear. You wanted your clothes to be casual but not come off as uncaring.

“Then why would she…?” Your friend trialed, and you debated if you should tell them the thought that pestered in the back of your head. If you should utter the hopefulness and optimism that you harbored. “What if… what if Rafe changed his mind? Maybe he doesn’t want casual anymore, and inviting me to their family dinner is a sign of formality— of exclusiveness.” You said, waiting for their reply. Your friend was silent, trying to find words that would not offend your ludicrous thoughts. They had only met Rafe twice during the summer, but they had the accurate image of him being noncommittal and just one to play around with girls.

“Am I reading too much into this?” You sighed as you were met with stony silence. “A bit, yes,” they finally spoke, making you sigh heavily. “I told you this was not your brightest idea,” they said, and you shook your head. “Just… be cautious. I don’t want you to get hurt. You gave him a lot of your firsts… it’s just— I, for one, know the regret and pain in tying your firsts to someone unworthy of it.” You bit your lip and nodded. Saying goodbye to your friend and promising to visit them in New York once spring break comes.

“You’re here! She’s here!” Weezy exclaimed as she abruptly opened the door of Cameron’s estate. Rafe’s younger sister practically bouncing around and beaming up at you. “Hey,” Race greeted as he descended down the steps, “What’d you bring?” He asked and took the box in your hands; his stepmom Rose coming to greet you in the foyer. “Oh… I brought cupcakes,” you smiled as Rose greeted you with a hug. “Oh, you shouldn’t have gone through the bother, but thank you. Come on, dinner is ready,” Rose smiled, and Weezy took the box and followed her mom. Rafe guiding you to their dinning room with hand placed on the low of your back, edging towards your ass and you had to elbow him in fear of being seen. His reply was only an amused chuckle.

The night proceeded with his parents getting to know you better. Interested in you because your family was one of the wealthiest— if not, the wealthiest on the island. Yet, unsociable because your parents had no want to participate and spend their off time in the country club nor attend the parties thrown by the island’s elite. You, however, were introduced to Rafe through his sister, Sarah, who was notably missing from the dinner table.

You were discussing something with Weezy when Rafe leaned closer to you and whispered something in your ear. “Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.” He stood up, excusing himself, saying he had a call to take. You battled with yourself if you should do as he asked. It was completely inappropriate to have sex in the washroom whilst his parents and sister were at the dinner table. But the thought of Rafe pushing you against the bathroom counter, you watching him as he fucked you through the mirror… it was enough for wetness to come to your cunt, and you quickly excused yourself from the table.

You looked behind you before taking hold of the bathroom doorknob. The door swung open, and Rafe pulled you in, quickly smashing your lips and moving you to sit on the cool marble counter of the sink. “Thank god you’re wearing a dress,” He practically growled as his fingers were quick to be met with your cunt and your lips continued to dance. “They might get suspicious,” you breathed out as his fingers worked their way into you, and his lips moved to your neck. Rafe groaned as your hand cupped his length through his trousers. “Again, baby, I don’t fucking care.” You gasped as Rafe abruptly pulled you off the counter, turning you to face the mirror and bundling your hair in his hand. His other hand was frantically hiking up your dress and pulling down your underwear. “Such a perfect ass,” He mused and harshly gripped the flesh, making a wince.

You bit your lip and rolled your eyes in pleasure as his cock plunged deep into you. Rafe hissing in pleasure and gripping your hair tighter. “So fucking tight— if I weren’t the one to take your virginity, your cunt would have me believe you’ve never been fucked before… but we both know that’s not the truth, huh baby?” Rafe taunted as he rested your head on his chest, your back arched as he pounded into you. You let out a stifled moan as he removed his grip from your hair and instead placed it around your neck; his other hand, the one with his ring, found its way to the bundle of nerves on your cunt, determined to make you cry out in pleasure— for his family to hear your actions.

“Rafe— please… I—“ You rasped as you felt the need for release. “Aw… not yet, baby… you don’t get to come yet,” Rafe taunted and gripped your neck tighter, enjoying the way tears spilled from your eyes and the way your cunt clenched tighter around him. “Watch me fuck you, pretty girl. I want you to watch how pleasured you are by my cock.” You obeyed his order and watched at the pleasured state both of you were enveloped in, your eyes locking with blue ones through the mirror. You plead with him for release, which only spurs a deeper desire in Rafe. When his thrusts became sloppier, and his grip on your neck grew tighter to the point he was truly close to obstructing your breathing, that was when he finally let you come undone.

It had been a week since the family dinner at Rafe’s. Your parents were away on business, giving you and Rafe the opportunity to play house. The lines of casualness blurred when you had Rafe holding you close in sleep every night when he would wake you with his kisses and his lips on your cunt. The lines of casualness faded away when you cooked for him at dinner, and he served you breakfast in bed.

You started to wonder if being casual meant that you would take showers together, that you would be in each other’s arms as you watched hours of movies. Was it still casual when he handed you his phone because his sister wanted to talk to you? It’s hard to say you two were just casual when he went through the piles of your baby albums and forced you to tell the story behind each photo, making you recall your childhood with such interest that it made your heart flutter. It was far from casual when he lay on your lap and started to open up about his torn relationship with his dad and mum; your hand soothingly brushed his hair whilst the other was intertwined with his.

Hope was dangerously blooming in your heart that perhaps you two were starting to be more than casual. The actions shown led that way. You only had to muster up the courage to ask Rafe for more, to establish something stable between the two of you. So you went to his party with hopes that you two would be something more. Idealistic and idiotic because the moment you stepped foot in his house, with the crowds of people and the music blasting, all you could see was him in the corner, making out with another girl. Holding her in the way he held you, kissing her in the way he kissed you. Your heart pitted, and your mind scolded you for being stupid enough to hope. You hated yourself because you made yourself believe that Rafe Cameron would ever want something more than casual.

Part 2

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cumonweasley · 2 years

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You’re So Pretty, Eddie Munson

Summary: Hii, love. Can I request some fluff with Eddie, where the reader asks him to go to Nancy's party and he's reluctant, because he doesn't like the people that will be there from school, but ofc he goes because he's in love with the reader and can't say no to her. Reader is a little drunk when he gets there and automatically jumps into his arms when she sees him, the whole night she's telling him how pretty he is and how much she loves him. And he's scared she's only saying it cause she's drunk. also, for the eddie one-shot with drunk reader- she's clingy the whole night, plays with his rings and his hair and Eddie's so ajsjbdhdh, because reader isn't ashamed to be seen with him and it makes him fall even more in love with her. And it's friends to lovers.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: nun but floof

A/N: I REALLY HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND!!! I FEEL LIKE I COULD’VE DONE WAY BETTER IDK IDK IDK LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THIIINNNKKKKK

p.s. i haven’t edited this so PLEASE BE NICEEE

“Come on, pleaseeeee?” you beg your best friend, shaking his arm in the process.

Eddie gives you a weird look as he watches you throw a mini fit beside him. “I don’t know Y/N.”

“Please?” you pout up at him. “Why don’t you wanna go?”

“I just- I don’t wanna go to a party where people from school are gonna be. I already get enough shit from them at school, I don’t need to get shit from them out of school too. You know I don’t like these… people.” He makes a face of disgust as he looks around the hallway, glancing over at some classmates as he spoke.

“Everyone’s gonna be too drunk to even comprehend that you’re there, plus you’ll be with me the whole time and I won’t let anything happen.”

You stop walking and flex for Eddie, throwing a few punches at the air to give him a full example of what you’ll do if anyone bothers him. He shakes his head and you miss when he looks at you with adoration before throwing an arm over your shoulders, pulling you in close.

Eddie can’t pinpoint when he started to have feelings for you, all he knew was that as each day passed he fell for you more and more. You were one of the few people who really knew him - who took their time to get to know him and he appreciated that so much. Most people take one look at him and turn the other way but you? You went head first into Eddie Munson’s world and planted a permanent seed in his life.

“Fine, I’ll go to Nancy Wheeler’s stupid party. But only because those punches were very convincing.”

You gleam up at him and yell out ‘yes!” causing people in the hallway to look over at the two of you but you pay them no mind as you do a little happy dance.

Eddie’s eyes go wide as he quickly placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you. “Alright, alright, calm down, yeah? People are staring, you kook.”

You nod, still happy he said yes and the two of you continue your way to your car.

“My punches were pretty good, huh?”

Eddie laughs.

It’s almost midnight when Eddie arrives at Nancy’s party. Sure, it started at 9 but honestly, who’s ever on time to parties? Definitely not Eddie Munson.

He pushes past all the drunk people on the lawn, rolling his eyes at how stupid they looked and turned away from the couple that was sucking each others faces off in the driveway. Yuck.

Finally he makes it inside the house. The music is booming and there’s so many people jumping around, dancing, drinking, and just being loud in general and he wonders how one of Nancy’s neighbors hasn’t called the police yet. But, he continues onward as his eyes search for only one person. The only reason he’s there tonight. You.

There’s so many people and he has yet to see you. He almost gives up right then and there, thinking of going back home and just going to your house tomorrow to tell you why he left but a yell catches his attention.

“Eddie!” he turns around just in time for you to quite literally throw yourself into his arms. “You made it!”

Eddie smiles. “I told you I’d come, didn’t I?”

Your arms, which were around his neck, squeeze a bit harder as you say into his ear, “‘M so glad you’re here.”

You pull away from him and he gets a good look at your face. He notices your eyes are a bit droopy and that you had been slurring your words and he shakes his head, smiling at you.

“You’re already drunk, Y/N?”

You let out a dramatic gasp. “No! ‘M not drunk! I only had…” you trail off and start counting your fingers before saying, “two drinks!”

Eddie giggles. “Yeah,” he says, “two drinks.”

“Yes.” you nod. “Two.”

Your fingers entwine with his and you lay your head on his arm as you guide him to where you were previously. This causes Eddie to blush immensely and he hopes you’re too far gone to notice.

You take him to the kitchen, booze on display on the counter as you walk up to a big bowl of punch and grab yourself a drink. Eddie assumes the punch is spiked. Typical high school shit.

You take a sip of your drink before raising it toward Eddie. “Want some? Is good.”

There’s a drunk smile on your face as you slur your words and Eddie smiles back. “Nah, I’ll stick to water tonight.”

“Hmph.” you pout, “I don’t wanna be the only one drinking though.”

“Y/N/N, everyone here is drinking. You’re not the only one.”

“I don’t care about everyone else though,” you look up at him with sad eyes and he melts inside. “I just care about you.”

“Shit…” Eddie mutters, turning his head to the side. Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush. He turns his head back to look at you as he says, “Someone needs to be sober enough to get us both home and I think you’ve had one too many cups of ‘punch’ for you to be driving.”

You sigh and cuddle up to his side, looking up at him. “Fineee.”

You watch as he grabs a bottle of water for himself and unscrews the cap, taking a few gulps before twisting the cap back on. He catches you staring at him and gives you a questioning look.

“What?”

“You’re so pretty, Eddie Munson. Do you know that?” You smile up at him stupidly.

His face goes bright red and he’s pretty sure the people way across the room can see him. Eddie Munson’s here? No way! Where is he? Oh, he’s the one all the way over there with the face as red as a Coca-Cola can.

“Um,” Eddie manages to get out, “wow, you’re really drunk, huh?”

“Maybe.” you shrug. “But I still know when I see someone pretty.”

Eddie coughs and digs one of his hands in his pocket as he looks anywhere but you out of embarrassment. No one has ever told him he was attractive let alone pretty. God, did it sound so good coming from you and he hates the effect you have on him. The way he could be in a shit mood but the minute you speak to him, he’s better. Or the way he could be serious and straight-faced one minute but when he sees you, he busts out in a goofy ass grin. If only you knew.

While he’s in his thoughts, you pull him with you away from the kitchen and toward the living room where you run into Steve who looked like he was frantically searching for someone.

“Steeb!” you grin with your hand laced with Eddie’s.

“Hey, Y/N, Eddie.” he responds.

Eddie nods his head. “Sup.”

“Have any of you seen Robin? I promised I’d watch her tonight but she managed to slip away from me and now I don’t know where she’s at.” Steve says as he looks around the room worriedly.

“Mmm, no, haven’t seen her. Been with Eddie.” you say as you cuddle up to Eddie with a smile.

He blushes yet again and Steve takes a second away from looking for Robin to smirk while giving Eddie a suggestive look which makes the latter mouth ‘stop’.

“What’s going on here?” Steve says anyway, disregarding Eddie’s pleas as he points between the two of you.

“Harrington I swear to-”

“I just love Eddie so much, Steeb.” you cut Eddie off and place a kiss on his arm. “Isn’t he the prettiest person you’ve ever seen? Look at him.” you look up at him and your hands take hold of his face. “So pretty.”

Eddie is a blushing mess in your hands which causes Steve to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah,” Steve giggles, “so pretty.”

“Y/N/N…” Eddie murmurs softly. God he thinks he’s about to have a heart attack with the way his heart is rapidly beating right now.

He tries to take your hands off of him but you refuse. “Your eyes are so pretty, and your nose is so pretty, and your lips are so pretty, and your hair is so pretty, and your hands are so pretty, and-”

“Y/N/N, stop.” he manages to speak, a blush clearly visible on his face.

“No, no, Y/N, keep going. What else is so pretty about Eddie?” Steve asks, crossing his arms over his chest with a shit eating grin spread across his face.

Eddie’s eyes snap toward Steve. “Dude-”

You begin to tell both boys everything that is so pretty about Eddie. Steve starts giggling, partially because you don’t care what anyone thinks and you’re just talking without a care in the world but mostly because Eddie is blushing so hard, Steve thinks his face might burst. He has never seen Eddie get so worked up over someone before so yeah, he’s having the time of his life embarrassing Eddie right now.

He looks around the room quickly, drowning out what you’re saying and Steve’s giggles as his eyes finally set on who he had been looking for. “Hey Harrington, Robin’s over there taking shots with… Wheeler?”

Steve stops laughing and looks in the direction where Eddie has been staring. “She’s taking shots with Nancy? Shit… I gotta go guys, see you later.” he pushes past people, trying to get to Robin as quickly as he could. “Robin! Hey, no! Put that down! Robin!”

Eddie lets out a sigh and he looks at you. “Are you crazy?”

“Crazy for you.” you beam up at him.

Blush.

Eddie’s blushing. What’s new? You could just say the word hi and he’d be a blushing mess.

He shakes his head before responding, “Come on.”

After mingling with a few people, you and Eddie found yourselves on the couch with you practically on him surrounded by Steve, Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle. The party was still going on but your little friend group decided to take a break.

So there you sat with your legs over Eddie’s lap as you played with the rings on his fingers. Everyone was engaging in conversations with each other but it felt like you and Eddie were in your own little world.

“Eddie?” you say softly.

“Hmm?” he peers over at you and his heart starts beating fast. Shit, it’s so embarrassing how whipped he is for you.

“You know… I love you so much.” you haven’t even looked up at him but honestly if you did, it might kill him.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve said that you loved him tonight but for some reason this time it felt different. More serious.

“Yeah?” he asks and you nod your head, continuing to play with his rings. “Well I love you too. You’re my best friend.”

Should he have added the best friend part? No. Did he panic and just blurt the first thing that came to his mind? Yes.

“But I love you more than-”

You’re cut off by Robin who was scarfing down bread like it was her last meal.

“Well aren’t you two just the cutest?”

You look up at her and smile big, wrapping your arms around Eddie’s neck. “He’s the cutest.”

Now the both of you have your friends' attention and Eddie blushes. Please, please, please let this pass. Someone change the subject.

“Are you blushing, my dude?” Argyle says as he looks at Eddie. Then he giggles. “He’s so blushing right now.”

“You’re blushing?” you ask before cupping his face in your hands. “You look so cute when you blush.”

Steve snorts and Nancy throws a pillow at him.

“Guys!” you suddenly shout. “Isn’t Eddie so cute? I’ve never seen someone as cute as Eddie. You’re so cute.”

You play with his hair, twirling a strand around your finger as you stare at him with adoration. Steve makes a comment about how Eddie isn’t the cutest person and you get defensive, now turning your attention to Steve. Your hand drops from his hair but it finds its way back to his hand and just like that, you’re back to playing with his rings, twisting and turning them with your fingers.

Eddie watches as you argue with Steve, telling him that Eddie is in fact, the cutest person to ever exist and if anyone disagrees then they need to get their eyes checked. You and Steve begin to bicker back and forth, all in good fun. Steve is arguing with you just so that you can talk about Eddie which is making him blush like crazy. Everyone seems to know what Steve is trying to accomplish except you.

Eddie drowns out the arguing and focuses on you. He’s in deep. His feelings for you keep getting stronger and stronger and tonight isn’t helping him when he’s trying to keep them contained.

“Well I love Eddie and Eddie only with my whole heart.” you say, bursting through Eddie’s thought bubble.

You wrap your arms around the boy beside you and nuzzle into him. Eddie doesn’t miss when you very quietly mumble ‘mine’ into his chest and his heart bursts. Is this real? Are you being serious? Or is this just the alcohol talking? He must be so oblivious to your feelings but he swears that you’ve never shown interest in him until tonight.

He hopes everything you’ve been saying is true. He hopes that you have feelings for him like he does for you but there’s that nagging voice in the back of his head that’s telling him that it’s just the alcohol that’s making you act like this.

Why would Y/N like you, Eddie?

You don’t fit in with everyone else.

You’re a misfit.

A social reject.

Eddie shakes his thoughts away and focuses on you, who has continued to tell everyone that he is perfect and Steve is just jealous that he’s not as attractive as Eddie Munson is.

Everyone stares at you with an amused look on their faces while you basically out your feelings for Eddie and he finally places his hand over your mouth to stop you from talking.

“Alright that’s enough, Y/N/N. Let’s get you home.” he stands up and pulls you along with him.

“But-” you begin.

Eddie shakes his index finger as he says, “Ah, ah, ah. No talking. Let’s go.”

You sigh and agree to leave but not before shooting daggers at Steve, saying, “this isn’t over, Steeb.”

Yeah, definitely still drunk.

You lace your fingers with Eddie’s and hug his arm as he says goodbye to everyone before guiding you out of the house.

“Eddieeee,” you say, “pretty, pretty Eddie Munson.”

“Jesus, Y/N, can you be any louder?” he grunts as he tries to sneak you into his trailer without waking his uncle.

“Yes,” you nod. “Pretty Eddie Munson! Pretty, Pretty! I love-”

Eddie slaps his hand over your mouth and you look up at him with big round eyes.

“It was a figure of speech!” he whisper-yelled. “You weren’t supposed to actually be louder!”

You pull his hand off of your mouth but not before placing a kiss on his palm which makes Eddie’s head spiral. “I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet for you.”

‘She’s gonna be the death of me’ is what he’s thinking right now. You have absolutely no clue the effect you have on him.

Eddie makes it to his room without alarming his uncle and helps you change into some of his clothes to sleep in. Afterwards, you throw yourself into his bed and curl up in his blanket warmly with a smile on your face.

You inhale deeply before locking your half open eyes on Eddie. “It smells just like you. I like it.”

Eddie smiles softly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Like it a lot. Like you.”

“Jeez, Y/N/N, don’t say things like that.” your best friend says softly.

“But I mean it. I like you a lot, Eddie.”

Eddie lets out a deep sigh and sits down at the edge of the bed. He looks at you and all he can think about is how cute you look at this moment. Having you rolled up in his blanket, comfortable and safe in HIS bed; he wishes it was like this every time. He wishes he could just reach over and kiss you sweetly.

But it wouldn’t be right. One, because you two aren’t even dating, and two, because you’re drunk.

But god does he want to kiss you.

Eddie comes to his senses and reaches over to run his fingers through your hair but as his hand reaches the back of your head, you hold it there and lean into his touch.

“Eddie…” you murmur with hazy eyes.

He smiles. “Get some sleep, Y/N.”

He tries to stand up to go sleep on the couch but you hold him back. “Wait.”

Eddie turns to you with a soft expression on his face. “Hmm?”

“Stay, please?”

“Y/N…”

“Please? I’ll scoot over so you can lay down.” you pout up at him.

He wants to say yes so bad but you’re drunk. Maybe you’ll remember asking him to lay with you, maybe you won’t but he’d rather make sure you were fully coherent when asking him.

When he doesn’t answer, you ask again, this time squeezing his hand a little as a sign that you’re desperate for him to say yes and he caves in… kind of.

“You’re drunk, Y/N/N, It doesn’t feel right to sleep next to you when you’re not sober.” he sees your sad expression and entwines his fingers with yours. “How about this, I sleep on the floor next to the bed.”

You nod immediately, happy with this idea. You watch Eddie as he grabs a couple of spare blankets and a pillow before setting up his little makeshift bed beside you. After he gets comfortable, he turns the light off and the two of you lay in silence before you decide to throw your hand over the side of the bed where Eddie was.

“Hold m’ hand. Please.”

He can tell in your voice that you're tired but it makes him smile that regardless of that, you asked him to hold your hand. He complies and takes your hand in his.

You let out a content sigh. “Eddie,” you start, “I don’t know how you feel about me… but.. When I’m with you, I get… really happy. I like spending time with you.. No matter what we’re doing. As long as I’m with you… I’m happy.” Eddie stays silent and you’re not sure if he’s gone to bed or not but you continue anyway. “What I’m trying to say is that… I love you, Eddie. More than friends. And I wanna be your girlfriend so I can kiss you and hug you and hold your hand all the time and tell everyone that you’re mine. I have… a lot of feelings for you. All the feelings. You’re my world, Eddie Munson. I love you.”

His heart is beating so fast.

Holy shit.

Did you just confess to him? Right now? While holding his hand? In his bed?

Holy shit.

Never in a million years did he think you felt the same for him but here you were, in his bed, telling him you love him more than a friend. He can’t tell you how long he’s wished to hear those words come out of your mouth.

He smiles, although you can’t see him. “I feel the same way, Y/N/N. I always have.”

Really Eddie? That’s all you have to say right now?

“That’s good.” he hears you giggle a little, “so are you my boyfriend now? Because if so, I demand kisses right now.”

He lets out a laugh before reaching up and kissing your hand. “Let’s talk about this in the morning when you’re sober, okay? If you remember this conversation when you wake up then yes, I’ll gladly be your boyfriend.”

“Okay,” you say, sleepily, “but just so you know, I will definitely remember this conversation in the morning. Prepare to be my boyfriend.”

“Okay,” he laughs again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Goodnight, Eddie,” you say as you bury your head into his pillow, “I love you.”

Eddie smiles and says, “I love you too.” before closing his eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep, excited for what’s to come in the morning.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic

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rosetterer · 6 days

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How about Buck taking care of a sick or injured Tommy? 🥹

Hi anon! I didn't edit or even read through what I wrote so I hope it makes some kind of sense, lol. Also, apparently, my thought of a short little story is almost 2000 words so... here you go:

The last time Buck was at the hospital had for once been for a good reason: his sister’s wedding. The memory of getting to kiss Tommy in front of strangers without a care in the world was a good addition to the day that Buck definitely thought about every once in a while. Well, actually, Tommy, in one way or another, was constantly on his mind these days.

He just wished that he could’ve kept thinking about their dates that had happened, some better than others, and the ones that were to happen in the future. Instead, his mind was filled with worry, and yet, still Tommy.

He knew, better than anyone, that being the partner of a firefighter could be stressful. Not everyone could handle it.

And now, as he was rushing around the hallways, trying to find the room number he’d been told over the phone, he understood. He wasn’t sure if he could handle this.

”Wait, wait, wait,” a nurse, much shorter than him, stepped in between him and the door that Tommy was supposed to be behind.

”My boyfriend’s in there!” He huffed out, a little more loud and aggressive than he meant to sound.

”Are you Evan?” The nurse asked then, her voice softening.

”Yeah,” he breathed out.

”Well, go on in then. He’s been talking a lot about you,” the nurse said, now smiling, and opened the door for him.

They hadn’t told him details of what had happened but the words ’Tommy’, ’injured’ and ’hospital’ had made him panic and leave his shift early. But Tommy, apparently, was talking and as Buck stepped into the room, he could see that he was also sitting there, chatting with another nurse, and most importantly, he was still breathing.

”Tommy,” Buck gasped out his name and hurried to stand next to his bed.

His hands hovered over Tommy’s shoulders, his chest, and he didn’t know where he could touch him without hurting him. The nurse was placing some kind of bandage on his leg and there were bloodied tissues thrown off to the side.

”What happened? D- Did the helicopter go down?” Buck asked, hearing and feeling the way his voice trembled. ”Or we-were you on the ground? Did you-”

”Evan,” Tommy interrupted him, taking his hands into his. ”I’m okay.”

”You’re in a hospital,” Buck reminded him. ”Do you have a concussion? Do you-”

”Tell him that I’m alright, please,” Tommy asked the nurse, his voice a little raspy now that Buck really focused on it. There was some soot on his face.

”No concussion,” the nurse told him, standing up straight now that the bandage was on. ”But twelve stitches is no joke.”

”Twelve?” Buck asked, genuinely shocked. ”How-”

”Baby,” Tommy interrupted him once again. ”I promise I will tell you all about it once I’ve gotten some rest, alright? I’m exhausted.”

Right. He’d been on a 24-hour shift.

Buck tried his best to pull himself together and cleared his throat, ”Right. Right… Well, can we leave? You’re coming to stay at my place.”

”Evan, you don’t have to-”

”Actually, I’m coming over to your place. The loft has stairs and I doubt it’ll be easy for you to climb them with your leg like that,” Buck wondered out loud, completely ignoring Tommy’s reply to him. ”I don’t have a shift tomorrow and I doubt you’ll be going back to work for at least a few days or until those stitches come off, so-”

”Evan, I’m fine,” Tommy told him once more. ”You don’t have to worry about me.”

”I’ll go get your discharge papers,” the nurse commented quickly before Buck could reply and slipped out of the room.

”You are not fine,” Buck huffed out, sitting on the edge of the bed. ”And you don’t need to pretend like you are, babe. Injuries suck. I would know.”

”Yeah,” Tommy said with a dry chuckle. ”But I swear, it doesn’t hurt much and they told me that I’m allowed to walk normally as long as I’m careful, so I can take care of myself, you don’t have to-”

”I want to,” Buck whispered to him, finally daring to touch Tommy’s shoulder. ”I want to take care of you. I want to come home with you and I want to make sure you have everything you need. You scared me.”

That seemed to finally make Tommy speechless. He looked at Buck for a while and Buck desperately wanted to ask him what he was thinking about but decided to wait instead.

”Okay,” Tommy said eventually.

”Okay,” Buck sighed, relieved.

”I didn’t mean to scare you,” Tommy continued then, resting their foreheads together.

Buck shook his head, ”Not your fault. This is what our job is like. As long as you just keep being as careful as possible, I’ll… I’ll be able to handle it.”

”Right back at you,” Tommy said with a small smile.

Buck pressed their lips together for a short moment.

Tommy was lying on his couch with his leg propped up by pillows that Buck had gathered from around the house. Buck had made a quick meal of the ingredients he’d found in Tommy’s fridge, which often was chicken and vegetables, and that was no different today.

And now, he was just staring.

Tommy had been napping on and off for the past three hours they had been at home. Buck kept his distance, not wanting to disturb his sleep any more than it seemed to be disturbed by his dreams already.

And it was only when he woke up with a gasp more violent than before, Buck finally rushed over to his side. He ran his hands through the curls that had appeared after the very interesting shower session they’d had (nothing sexy, just difficult because of his leg injury) and hushed him.

”It’s okay, you’re at home,” he whispered to Tommy, who was now blinking up at him. ”I’m here.”

Tommy took hold of his free hand, squeezing it so tightly that it almost hurt. He licked his dry lips and swallowed, before resting his head back against his pillow, taking in a deep breath.

”Christ,” he mumbled under his breath.

Buck kept gently scratching his scalp with the tips of his fingers, ”You’re okay, it was just a nightmare. I’m here.”

”Thank God for that,” Tommy whispered to him, somehow holding onto his hand even tighter.

”What did you dream about?” Buck asked once Tommy’s breathing seemed to be under control.

”Today,” Tommy replied, shaking his head a little. ”The call we got was horrible.”

”I’m sorry,” Buck whispered, dropping his hand to Tommy’s neck and rubbing the warm skin there.

”We were called to assist because we were nearby, even though they didn’t air support,” Tommy explained to him. ”Some kid had set the school on fire and with the way the building looked, I doubt it was up to any kind of code. It was like a piece of paper, just burning away.”

Buck nodded, listening.

”There was a spot where the fire was at its worst. Obviously, we started from there,” Tommy continued. ”We went in. There were a lot of kids still stuck inside and we just… We had to get them out. The hallways were confusing… The fire seemed to be everywhere. And the screaming…”

Buck sighed, now gripping Tommy’s hand back, just as tightly.

”The floor gave in, me and two other firefighters went down with it. None of the kids did, thank God,” he said. ”The next thing I remember is being carried out of the building. I don’t think I even hit my head that hard, I mean, I don’t even have a concussion, but… I don’t know if it was just the shock that made me black out for a moment.”

”And what happened to your leg?” Buck asked softly.

”I’m not sure…” Tommy replied. ”Something sharp must have sliced it on the way down. I don’t remember being in pain. Not until I was in the ambulance anyway…”

Buck nodded, ”I was so scared when they called me.”

”I’m sor-”

”No,” Buck stopped him immediately, placing a finger against Tommy’s lips, ”I don’t want you to apologize for getting hurt. I want to know when these things happen and I want you to tell me about them because… I know what it’s like to suffer through these things alone. To keep those thoughts inside your head. I don’t want that for you. You don’t have to do that. Not with me.”

The smallest of smiles spread on Tommy’s lips. He tilted his head a little.

”Noted,” he said, bringing his hand to rest against Buck’s cheek. ”Thank you, baby.”

Buck kissed his palm.

”Do you often get nightmares after something like this happens?”

”Not really, no,” Tommy told him, sounding genuine. ”In my nightmare, you were there. Don’t get me wrong, the whole call was horrible, especially because kids were involved but… In my nightmare, you were there and went down as well and I couldn’t find you-”

He paused to take in another deep breath.

”Hey,” Buck whispered, leaning closer. ”I’m right here.”

”I know,” Tommy said, now looking at him intensely, the way that he often did when he wanted to make sure Buck was truly hearing him. ”The thought of losing you… Terrifies me, Evan. When I met you for the first time, I- I thought you were cute but I couldn’t have realized how much you’d end up meaning to me.”

”You mean a lot to me too,” Buck told him. ”And the thought of losing you terrifies me as well but I guess that’s- that’s the price that we’re going to have to pay for doing what we do and being together. I’m willing to live with that. Are you?”

Tommy nodded, ”Of course, Evan. Of course.”

”Good,” Buck said with a small smile, trying his best to ignore his eyes welling up just the smallest amount. ”Because you’re not getting rid of me. I am not going anywhere, Tommy, and even if the damn universe tries to take me away from you, I won’t let it.”

”That is… a lot,” Tommy chuckled gently.

”It’s the truth,” Buck whispered and pressed their lips together.

He allowed himself to linger, knowing that no one would interrupt them.

”Now rest up. I’ll heat up some food and when you’re feeling like it, we’re going grocery shopping. I know you’re all about working out and all that but I will not have my boyfriend only eating chicken and vegetables,” Buck rambled to him as he got up from his seat and started making his way toward the kitchen.

He turned to look back at him before stepping into the kitchen and found Tommy looking right back at him.

Buck smiled, ”I love you.”

And Tommy smiled right back. ”I love you too, Ev.”

They would be just fine.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fanfiction #prompt fill #rose answers #911 on abc

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cassidymb121 · 2 months

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OMG It’s You… (Part 2.5)

YouTuber! Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warning⚠️: mild cursing, anxiety, overthinking

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone (Taglist open)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7

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Y/N’s POV

I rolled out of bed when I heard my alarm go off. I’ve had a motivation block lately (don’t ask me where I came up with that). Some days I just don’t have the energy to get in front of a camera because that said energy gets sucked out from work. Work can be a pain in the ass sometimes, however it brings in money that pays bills even helps with the channel. When I first started the channel, I didn’t have a lot of equipment. I started off with the bare minimum with the money I had leftover from paying bills. Once I had the starting equipment like a microphone, headphones, camera, etc., then I had to come up with the channel name. I ended up with y/c/n because it sounded like me. I knew from the start that I wouldn’t get a lot of views, still that didn’t help my anxiety any.

I try not to let things get to me, though it can be hard when you constantly don’t feel like you’re good enough. Anxiety and overthinking can make a person feel like that, even in situations that have nothing to do with you, yet you still worry about things you can’t control. I started getting ready for work, already dreading going in. Hoping that maybe today would be an easy day.

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It wasn’t an easy day, it was actually the worst really. I am actually glad it’s the weekend though. I’ll have to rest up before I start up a new video. I’ve gotten into the routine of posting at least one to two videos a week (three if I’m feeling frisky). That way I can have time to go in and make edits of what I’ve recorded. I learned how to get a little creative with my videos over time, especially when I started moving my hands around when I’m talking. ‘You mean when you start rambling about a topic for hours?’ I hear my inner thoughts say.

I decided to take the rest of the day to relax since I have been running around all day at work. ‘I’ll just start filming tomorrow. That way I’m rested up from this hectic week and can be productive these next couple of days.’ I tell myself.

The Following Day

Taking a sip of my freshly brewed coffee, I hummed in delight. I took in my surroundings now that I have some caffeine in my system. It was a beautiful day outside. Feeling the morning breeze blow through the air ruffling the trees. Being able to sit on the back porch and take in the scenery with a cup of coffee in your hand makes everything feel simpler. Easier. Just for a moment.

I knew today would be a little busy for me but that’s what happens when you decide to make a YouTube reaction channel, especially when it’s about K-Pop. I had recently seen where I’ve now reached over 300K followers on YouTube. I need to make sure I mention that in my video. I didn’t do it once and the fans didn’t like that, not that I didn’t want to do it. I just didn’t pay it any attention. If I did that would really make my anxiety level go up and I don’t need that.

After finishing my coffee, I decided to go ahead and get started on making some new videos. I pulled my computer and monitors up, making sure that my microphone and headphones were up and ready to go. The last thing being my camera. Checking my monitor to make sure I have it positioned where I want it and that my main screen, where I show what I’m watching, is up as well. Once everything is to my liking, I take a deep breath and think about something that makes me happy to brighten up my mood. Clicking the record button, counting to three, I start my intro.

“Good Morning Lovelies! How are y’all doing this morning?” Taking a pause, I start again. “I hope you’re all doing well. Eating well, sleeping well, and going outside to enjoy the weather. It’s pretty outside today. I decided I’d have my morning coffee out there. Maybe next time I’ll film a little video for y’all, I’d think you’d enjoy it as well. Anyways before I get off track, today we are going to be watching the newest SKZ Code that came out recently. I always wait in case there’s a part two. So that way I can watch it back to back and not wait for the second part to come out. I believe most of you know this by now, though we also have new followers who don’t know that. Now I’m getting off track, haha. I can’t help it y’all, you know this. Okay! Let’s get started before I talk your ear off.” I smile looking at my main monitor that holds my videos for the day. I write down on my sticky notes nearby about the 300K followers so that way I don’t forget. I play the videos that I prepared for the day, laughing my ass off at the boys being silly. Occasionally wiping a stray tear from laughing so hard. Stopping to talk about my favorite parts or having to go back and rewatch a part just to laugh twice as hard as the first time.

Towards the end I look down at the sticky note I prepared. Getting ready to end the video I tell myself what I need to say. “Well, that’s it for the video today! I hope enjoyed it as much as I did, but before I let you go I have some thing I need to say. This channel just hit the 300K subscribers within this past week!! I’m so happy that people love watching Stray Kids as much as I do. I do more than just Stray Kids on here, but my Stray Kids videos get way more views than the others. I don’t like being biased to just one group but Stray Kids has always been the closest to my heart and I know my fellow Stays know that as well. And to Stray Kids if you ever see this, I hope you know just how much we love and appreciate everything that you do.” I smile at the camera. “Thank you everyone for supporting me and continuing to support me. Until then I will see you in the next video.” I do a two finger salute to the camera. “Bye!”

(A/N: Hi everyone! So I tried to get the whole part 2 together but I couldn’t figure out how to at more text under the pictures so I just made a second post to it. If anyone knows how I could do that please let me know because there might be more coming. Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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One Way or Another

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements but nothing too graphic in this one.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Your last exam is over and you feel a sense of freedom lurking ahead. You can't be certain until you get your grades but with all your effort, you can't imagine you'll fall short. Now you have the whole holiday to recover. Well, you only hope it's refreshing.

Your dorm feels eerily empty so you happily hop at Jensen’s text. He still has a few roommates hanging around so you suggest he comes over. You tidy frantically, trying to hide the remnants of your studious sloth.

When he gets there, you have Netflix mindlessly playing. There's a giddiness to meeting without the lurking stress of classes or exams. No worries, just each other.

You sit on your desk chair as he admires the amiibo collection on your shelf. He sucks his teeth and turns to you with a suspicious leer.

"You didn't tell me had the special edition Link with his mastersword…" he drawls accusatorily.

"Oh, did you ask?" You stick your tongue out.

He rolls his eyes and spins, sitting heavily on your coverlet, the pattern of blue flowers on white, adding an extra dainty effect to your room, a stark contrast to his nerd cave.

"So…" he wiggles his eyebrows as he rubs the bedspread beside him.

"So," you put on a sultry tone and grin, "I thought we could do something special," you stand as seductively as you know how. It feels more awkward than sexy. "A very, very special and intimate thing…"

His eyes round as you come close and put your hands on his shoulders. You feel him tense and flex as you climb onto his lap. You straddle him and run your thumbs along his sideburns. You pull him into a kiss, slipping a taste of your tongue before you part and flutter your lashes.

"Grocery shopping!" You chime and he croaks, stifling a whimper.

"Grocery shopping?" He gulps.

"Uh huh! We can go amd pick out everything we need for or little holiday dinner and then we can come back a play some Mariokart. You said you'd bring your switch right?"

"Mariokart…" he chokes out, shifting under you, hands tentative on your hips.

"And maybe some snuggles," you giggle and lean in, kissing him deeper.

His hand shoot up your back, latching onto your neck as he keeps you from escaping again. He falls back with you but cries out as his teeth sink into your lip. You rip away from him as he touches the back of his skull where he knocked it off the wall.

You dab your lip and laugh, it's painfully fun.

"Hope you don't mind closer quarters," you tease as he pushes himself up.

"With you… the better? Is the shower big?" He winks.

"Alright, alright," you pat his chest and climb off him as you blush, "one thing at a time, let's make a list…"

"Can't we do this tomorrow?"

"The longer we wait, the busier it'll be. And besides, once we're back, I don't wanna go anywhere," you turn back and send him a look, "just you and me Jen. I wanna enjoy every second."

He huffs and clears his throat, shimmying closer to the edge. He tugs at the top of his jeans and you snatch up your phone as he adjusts his perch on the bed. Maybe it is a bit cruel but you can't help but feel flattered by his squirming.

📚

Your cart isn’t full. You don’t have much of a budget to stretch and a very economical list. Boxed stuff and turkey legs instead of the full to-do, some veggies you can manage to cook in your measly collection of pots, some cranberry sauce all for you since Jensen doesn’t enjoy it, and some buns.

“Just need to find the perfect pie,” Jensen says as he leans on the handle of the cart, “cherry?”

“Uh, pumpkin, duh.”

“Pumpkin, really?” He scowls.

“Hey, are you gonna shoot down all my suggestions?”

“Who says we can’t compromise… apple?”

“Fine, apple– oh, I forgot some more tea. I’m out of bags. Why don’t you go get in line and I’ll run to get that.”

“I don’t mind, you know I’ll follow you wherever,” he smirks crookedly.

“As cute as you are, I don’t want the checkout to get any more hectic,” you glance over at the dozen lanes open and binging.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You can survive without me,” you squeeze his arm, pausing to feel his thick bicep. Oh.

“Went up a weight set,” he gloats as he stands straight and bends his arm to emphasize his muscle, “I’ll let you have a closer look later.”

“Please, tone it down,” you shake your head.

“Says the one feeling me up in the pastry section,” he tuts, “I’ll go and brave the hordes.”

“Right,” you scoff and leave him.

As you turn, you nearly run into another shopper. The place is buzzing with the pre-holiday crowds. You dodge and sneak between two tables of discount sugar cookies.

You head along the dairy section, the refrigeration chilling you through your unzipped jacket, and you weave between carts and bodies. You dip down the coffee section and wait for a couple to move out of the way of the tea. You toe in and peruse the labels, looking for your exact brand and leaf.

You find the tag but the spot is empty. Of course! It’s always gone. You frown and search for an alternative. At the very top shelf, you see the reserves. You peak the purple label of your tea. You just need to reach it.

You stand on your toes and stretch out, leaning to grasp for air. Another hand swoops up and grabs the box with ease. You wince and put your feet flat, glancing over at the helpful stranger as he holds out the tea.

“Thanks, I–”

The box moves out of your reach as you come face to face with Professor Rogers. You take a step back, hitting someone else, only to inch back towards the last person you expected or wanted to see. You almost pout as he gives a thought look to the tea.

“Huh, English Breakfast, I would’ve guessed Earl Grey,” he remarks as his blue eyes flick up.

“Professor,” you utter.

“Got a big dinner planned?” He asks, his tone gristly as his glare bores into you.

“Not really,” you lie and turn back to the shelf, “uh, sorry, I thought… I was just grabbing this.”

You grab the yellow box of cheap orange pekoe but before you can flee, he grips your arm, holding you in place as he leans in. You shudder as his breath fans over you as he bends to nuzzle your hair.

“I know you’re with him. Playing fucking house. Enjoy the game while it lasts,” he growls, “cause I’m not playing any more.”

He lets you go as you tear away from him and you nearly topple over. You sputter and look around for some help. Everyone else is too entranced by their own lists and hunts for the next item.

“Get away,” you hiss.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he mutters under his breath as he drops the box in his basket, “you’re not worth that much trouble. But one day you’ll be alone. Or you’ll think are…”

He slowly pivots and puffs out his chest. He lets out a snicker and you see the flicker in his face, like a shadow passing over. It flies away and he reaches past an older woman to grab the bag of sugar she’s straining for.

“Allow me, miss,” he says to her adoring gaze.

You don’t stick around to see the performance. You know what Professor Rogers is and you know that now that he’s shown you, there’s nothing holding him back.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #au #professor!steve #college au #one #captain america #avengers #mcu #marvel

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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Hi! I hope you’re doing well. I wanted to request a Sirius Black fic where he’s come out of the shower and is getting ready when the reader walks in on him. She’s very shy so she gets flustered and turns around and Sirius finds that very cute and teases her about it. Also, I don’t know if you write smut or not but if you do, I’d love it if you could continue this into a romantic and sweet smut. Also, in case you’ll specify these details then please make the reader a gryffindor and muggleborn.

You don’t have to write this if you don’t like the idea.

Thank you!

Rosy Cheeks

Request: Hi! I hope you’re doing well. I wanted to request a Sirius Black fic where he’s come of the shower and is getting ready when the reader walks in on him. She’s very shy so she gets flustered and turns around and Sirius finds that very cute and teases her about it. Also, I don’t know if you write smut or not but if you do, I’d love it if you could continue this into a romantic and sweet smut. Also, in case you’ll specify these details then please make the reader a gryffindor and muggleborn.

Hi! It’s been a while since I wrote for Sirius, sorry if this is a little rusty. I’m so sorry it took me so long to fill this request, thank you for being so patient. I suck at writing smut, so I didn’t include that part, but I hope you like the rest. Let me know what you think!

(Warnings: suggestive content, vague mentions of sex, nudity, swearing, let me know if i missed anything)

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You walked down the stairs from your dorm to the common room, finding James and Remus sitting on the couch. Remus was flipping through pages of parchment, every once in a while writing notes on them.

“Hey, have you guys seen Sirius?” You asked, taking a seat next to them.

“He went up about half an hour ago to shower after practice. He should be done by now,” James said, handing Remus another stack of papers.

“What are you two doing?”

Remus scoffed, sinking back into the couch. “I’m skimming Sirius’s essay for Potions. It truly is a wonder he’s passing.”

“Moony is reading mine, too,” James nodded.

“Aren’t you both top of the class? Why do you need help editing?”

“Why do you think they’re top of the class?” Remus said, looking up at you before making more edits. “They have me do this with all their shitty essays.”

“Seriously? You’re a big boy James, you can edit your own essay...or pay someone else to, that seems more like you.”

“Why do that when I could have Remus do it for free?” He grinned, dramatically tapping his papers.

“Alright, I’ve finished Sirius’s. Remind me to hand it back to him later, it’s due first thing tomorrow.”

You shook your head. “Stop doing everything for them Remus, they’re perfectly capable of doing it themselves. We spoil them too much.”

You held your hand out. “Give them here, I’ll take it up to him.”

Remus nodded, handing them to you. You skimmed the pages, seeing all the edits Remus made to them.

“Merlin, they really do need your help, don’t they?”

You grinned as James gasped in shock, feigning offense.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that Remus enjoys editing my work, thank you very much. I leave a few mistakes in, just so he has something to do.”

You rolled your eyes, nodding. “Oh, I’m sure. I’m gonna hand these to Sirius. James, when I get back, you better be working on your own essay. Don’t help him, Remus!”

“Not fair!” James exclaimed, making you laugh as you walked up the stairs to the boys dorms.

You knocked on the door, waiting for Sirius to answer. You waited a bit with no reply, before knocking again. You sighed, pushing the door open and stepping in.

“Seriously? You have Remus doing your—hello? Sirius?”

He was nowhere to be found, his bed empty. His towel was laid across the footboard. You furrowed your brows in confusion, looking around to find the entire dorm empty.

“Sirius?” You called out, closing the door behind you. “Are you in here?”

“In the bathroom,” you heard him call, hearing the bathroom door open.

Steam billowed out of the bathroom, and you groaned, setting his essay down and picking up Sirius’s towel off the bed.

“Hang your towel up, Sirius. It’ll get moldy if you—Oh!”

You had turned to look at him as he stepped in the room, quickly turning to look away from him. He was completely naked, except for the towel he was using to wring the water out of his hair.

You covered your eyes with your hand, frantically looking away. “Sirius! Put some clothes on, for fucks sake. I could have been anyone walking in.”

“Calm down, love, it’s definitely nothing you haven’t seen before.”

You groaned, keeping your eyes off of him. “I know that. You didn’t exactly prepare, though, did you?”

You weren’t looking at him, but you knew Sirius was grinning ear to ear, enjoying every second of watching you flush. The heat crept up to your cheeks as you felt him pull his towel out of your hand, clearing his throat when he finished.

You turned around to face him, realizing he had secured his towel on his waist as low as he possibly could. He was smirking, leaning back against the posts of his bed. You couldn’t help but stare. He was very pretty, and he knew it. You looked at him a minute longer before he stood back up, gripping the edge of his towel.

“Are you done ogling me, or should I just drop this towel again so you can get a better look?”

“Sirius!” You scolded, unable to fight the blush that spread across your cheeks. Sirius laughed, cooing at you as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek.

“You’re so cute, you know that?”

“Stop it!”

“I’m not joking!” He said, cupping your jaw so you couldn’t turn your head away from him. “You’re downright adorable.”

You huffed, relenting your fight against him, stilling. Sirius smiled wider, leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Let me get changed, yeah? Unless you feel like doing something else?”

“Sirius!” You threatened, playfully attacking his arm, landing blow after blow. He raised his arms in defense, laughing as he dodged your attacks.

“Alright, alright. Fine, just give me a moment to change. Meet you downstairs?”

You sat down at the foot of his bed. “No, it’s fine, I’ll wait up here for you.”

“Because you want to watch, or…,” he said, quickly backing up and racing off to the bathroom when you stood up again. “I’m going, I’m going!”

You rolled your eyes, waiting for him to change. When he finally emerged from the bathroom, he was still smirking.

“Why are you all smiley?”

His grin widened. He threw his arm around your shoulder, guiding you towards the door. “Because. You still blush around me. And you think I’m pretty.”

You shook his arm off your shoulder, quickening your pace down the stairs. “Of course I think you’re pretty, you ass. You didn’t have to prove it.”

“Oh, come on!” He called after you, hurrying to catch up. “It was funny and you know it!”

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A/N - Hi! It’s a little short, but I tried my best, I wanted to finally get it out to you. It’s been a while since I’ve written like this, but I hope you liked it, and thank you again for the request.

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beaker1636 · 6 months

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K is for Kitchen Table - Vinny

AN: Here is the next part of The Alphabet Game, hope everyone enjoys, it had me giggling as I wrote it! My husband and I are debating if they lost or not, my husband said they didn't lose as it isn't until the next morning they got caught but I said they did. Let me know below if you think Vin and Lottie succeeded or failed at their letter!

Edit: I promise this is the right story this time, that I didn't accidentally copy and paste the Chris Fluff in it again!

“Lottie finally messaged in the group chat with us girls, said things are better and that they are visiting Vinny's family. She said she is ready for their letter as well if you have an idea of what we should send them,” Mia tells Chris, pulling him into a hug from behind as she looks at him with a smile.

“I’m glad things are looking better for her, I hope the break really helped. Think we should give them something crazy, or something fairly easy?” Chris asks her, thinking out loud.

“Could do kitchen table, nothing that crazy. If they can’t during the day then they could sneak down there in the middle of the night or something,” Mia suggests, smiling when Chris turns and wraps his arms around her.

“I like the way you think, that is better than any ideas I had… sucks they weren’t here last night with everyone else but I get why,” Chris says softly. Sometimes as the leader of the group he feels like he is responsible for their problems, and knowing Lottie and Vinny are struggling with something has been weighing on him.

“At least things are getting better for them, I’ll let her know what their letter is. Lottie also agreed that they’ll come visit us tomorrow once they get back so we can check on them. All is well Chris, promise.” Mia gives him a soft kiss before pulling away from him.

When she starts to wander away Chris laughs, watching her as she limps slightly in the process. “Was trying to pull one over on me and taking charge worth it?” He calls.

She just flips him off and heads towards the bathroom, where she was about to take a hot bath to soothe her aching muscles before she got distracted and had to tell Chris she finally heard from their friend.

“So Vin, Mia told me that our task is Kitchen Table? That might be a bit hard considering where we are,” you say softly, curled up into his side while the two of you watch his mother cooking dinner. Making sure that she can’t hear what you said.

“That’ll be easy, so long as we are quiet we will just do it tonight when everyone is in bed. They all sleep upstairs so it shouldn’t be that hard,” he responds, his hand resting on your thigh.

This break away has really been good for you mentally, with everything going on you just needed to get away from work, from social media, from everything and his family is always so welcoming when you visit. You have met them a couple times but this is the first time the two of you have made a trip out of it and you are loving it. Feeling even closer to his wonderful mother than you were before, almost feeling like you actually have a family.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help mom?” you ask her, feeling slightly awkward calling her mom still but she insisted that is what you should call her. “I feel bad just sitting here while you cook.”

“Nonsense dear, you are our guest. Plus it is your last night with us, let me take care of it okay?” She says, giving you a warm smile where you sit.

She adores you and Vinny together, she can tell that you really are in love with her son, that you treat him well. She can also tell that Vinny is absolutely infatuated with you, she notices the way he is always watching you, making sure that you are enjoying yourself. The two of you are absolutely adorable and she is glad that he has found you.

You listen to Vinny and his father talk about something, you aren’t even sure what, but take comfort in listening to the two of them. You are enjoying that they all get along so well, his brother and sister also present and in the dining room present and welcoming you warmly. They all have made you feel right at home.

“Dinner is ready,” his mom says, setting the last dish on the table before everyone starts to dig in. His family all tell you funny memories they have with Vinny, some that have him blushing while you can’t help but look at him with a smile. Squeezing his hand under the table as a silent thank you for bringing you to spend the last few days with his parents.

You and Vin volunteer to take care of the dishes in thanks for the lovely meal, refusing to take no for an answer when his mother insists that you are a guest and shouldn’t have to.

Before you know it the kitchen is clean, his siblings have gone home to their houses, and his parents are in bed for the night. The two of you in his childhood bedroom, curled up with each other in the small bed giggling as he tickles your sides.

“I think this is the happiest I have seen you in awhile,” Vinny says softly, his breath ghosting over your face as he lets go of his teasing grip on your sides. His eyes meet yours with a smile, hoping you can tell how sincere he is at the moment.

“It is, thank you for bringing me here. Your parents have made me feel right at home, like part of the family. I have really enjoyed this Vin,” you respond softly, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. “I really needed this break away from everything, for loving me and helping me through the funk I have been in.”

“Of course, I am here for you both during the good and the bad baby, I love you,” he acts like he is going to leave a kiss on your cheek but then licks it, making you laugh all over again.

“God, you're so weird, but I love it. I love you,” you say softly. Your lips now actually meeting each other this time as you both continue to lay on your sides close to each other in this tiny bed.

“I haven’t heard anything in awhile, I think mom and dad are actually sleeping. Are you okay with still doing this?” He asks you, slowly pulling away from the kiss so he can look at your face.

“Yeah, how are we doing this though?” You ask him, a slight blush gracing your cheeks as you can’t believe that you actually are agreeing to do this.

“Well, I figure we do a lot of the work up here and then sneak down for the actual sex on the table.” He says, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. Admiring how beautiful you look when you are actually happy like this, you may not have your hair done or makeup on but you look stunning like this.

His lips find yours again, slowly molding with your own as he takes his time. Not wanting to rush this as it’s the first time you two have done anything since your breakdown the other night. He wants you to not feel rushed, like he is actually enjoying doing this with you, which he is.

He moves slightly, pulling you on top of him and is happy to find that for once you don’t protest the fact that he is under you. Instead you lightly grind your hips against his, both of you gasping at the friction from the act. Taking advantage of that his tongue finds yours, slowly molding with your own as the two of you continue what you are doing. Both of you taking your time as you rub against each other, as your hands begin to explore each other like you are doing this for the first time again.

His hand moves from your hips, sliding underneath the tanktop you have on against your bare skin before settling on your breasts. Happy when he remembers that you had already taken your bra off for bed tonight. He gently cups them, squeezing and molding them in his hands as your lips continue to move against his. Your movements against his hips telling him that he is doing something right, that you are enjoying this.

His fingers now lightly tease your nipples, making them harden beneath his touch before he slides the bottom of your tank top up enough that he can remove his lips from yours and wrap them around one of your now hard nipples. You gasp, not expecting the sudden shift that he made but enjoying it, finding yourself grinding your hips against his at a harsher pace.

“Shit,” you gasp, feeling yourself getting close from just rubbing yourself against him while he continues to toy with your nipples. Even you are surprised at how well this feels when you can let go of your thoughts and focus on the moment.

“Want to try something new Lottie? Sit up for a moment for me,” Vinny says softly, helping you both sit up, you on his lap. “Grind yourself on my thigh baby, you were enjoying the friction before. Let me watch you fall apart on me.”

Before you can protest his lips are on yours as he shifts you so that your thighs are draped over one of his, his kiss distracting you as he moves slightly, pulling you down on his thigh so that you feel that pressure again. His hands settle on your hips as he makes you shift against him, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

“That’s it, keep going baby,” he says, brushing hair out of your face before you move, burying your face in his neck as your hips continue to rock, bringing you friction that you need to climax. Getting close you let out a whimper, trying to keep yourself quiet so his parents won’t wake up and hear what the two of you are doing.

“Cum for me Lottie,” he says softly, somehow the command does it for you and you come undone on his leg, shuddering as the orgasm washes over you. You lightly biting the skin of his neck to keep yourself from moaning out into the night, trying your hardest to be quiet.

“Fuck, that was hot. What do you think, are you ready to head downstairs?” He asks you, your only response being to whimper a yes in his neck, still coming back into your senses after you come down from your high.

Both of you quietly make your way down the stairs, making sure to try and keep all noise to yourselves in hopes of not waking his parents. The thrill coursing through your veins, you didn’t expect to be so aroused at the thought of possibly getting caught, it doing more to you than you cared to admit.

As soon as you step foot into the dining room Vinny helps you settle yourself on the table, quickly stripping you of your panties and shorts before stripping himself of his own. Stepping between your thighs as he teases you, rubbing himself against your damp folds.

“Remember, we have to stay quiet Lot, think you can do that for me?” he whispers, right before he sinks himself inside of you. Both of you biting your lip to hold back groans that threaten to escape you.

Your back slides against the cool wood as he starts pounding into you, figuring the sooner the two of you get off the sooner you can rush back up and not get caught. But also finding that he is enjoying the thrill that is running through his veins, he can’t remember the last time he took this risk in his parents home. Even in his teens he never dared to try anything outside of his room.

The two of you do your best to keep quiet as you both draw closer and closer to your releases. Vinny reaches down to roll your clit between his fingers, groaning when he feels you grow wetter at the action, feeling you clench around him as you draw close. You can’t help the couple of whimpers that slip out of your lips, it's just starting to feel too good, and you are so close.

Vinny can tell what is coming and he rushes to cover your mouth with his hand when your second orgasm of the night hits you, which wound up being a good thing as you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you come undone around him, clenching around his length in a way that has him finishing behind you, leaning forward to pull your lips into a kiss.

The two of you take a few moments to collect yourselves before rushing to slip your clothing back on and making your way upstairs to his bedroom after cleaning up the table, covering up any evidence of what you had done before cleaning yourself up in the bathroom upstairs.

Both of you now spent, and cuddling up laughing about the fact that you actually did that and somehow was not caught. Neither one of you realizes before falling asleep that you have forgotten something.

Next Morning

Vinny wakes up before you the next morning and decides to let you sleep in, slipping down to the kitchen to get some coffee from the pot that he knows his mom always makes in the morning. She has always been the first one to wake and always makes it, some things never change.

He gets his cup and sits down at the table, glancing up to notice his mother smirking at him from the other side of the table.

“Did you two have fun last night?” She asks him, laughing when he damn near spits out his coffee and starts to blush.

“Mom, what? How?” He sputters, struggling to ask her how she knew. He made sure that he cleaned the table damn well and that the two of you were quiet, how the hell did she catch you.

“Oh, you may have forgotten her panties down here. Don’t worry, nobody else has woken up yet so your secret is safe with me,” she says cooly, taking another sip of her coffee before pointing at where they are balled up on the floor.

“Oh god,” Vinny groans, pocketing them before anyone else wakes up and notices. Hell he doesn’t even intend to tell you that until after the two of you have left their house later this afternoon because he knows you, you will panic and not want to show your face at his parents again.

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sandwitchstories · 11 days

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Grown Up Birthday Blues

Happy Birthday to the most perfect man ever thought up, Kyojuro Rengoku!

Have a little self indulgent birthday smut inspired by yours truly being bummed out that I had to work on my birthday this year.

Not beta read or edited since I wanted to post it on his actual birthday. I have never wrote a x you story before, this was fun to write. I will not lie. Hope you enjoy more of my filthy Rengoku brain rot!! Comments, likes and shares are always appreciated!! If you would prefer to read it on AO3 click here Being a grown up sucks. Kyojuro Rengoku's birthday falls on a week day this year. If that is not annoying enough, he has a stack of papers that he absolutely, positively cannot put off grading any longer. Luckily for our flame boy, you come home determined to make his day better and help him find the motivation to get his work done.

CW: AFAB Reader, Smut, AFAB terms used to describe reader's anatomy, MDNI, blow job, cunnilingus, fingering... it's filthy birthday smut.

Picture it with me if you will…

It's Kyojuro’s birthday, but unfortunately it falls on a work day, and he has a pile of quizzes to grade. You come home from work to see him looking dejected as his red pen swipes across the paper in front of him.

You approach him from behind, leaning over to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. You smile when he tilts and turns his head to receive your kiss.

You ask him how much longer until he thinks he will be done. He sighs and gives a non-committal response. You ask if he's hungry and uncharacteristically he says no. Poor man has got the ‘Grown Up Birthday Blues.’

Well that just won’t do. So you smile at him, running your fingers down the sides of his neck. He arches an eyebrow at you. After years together, he can easily sense the subtle change in your energy, see the exact moment interest creeps into your eyes. He needs to get this work done, but his cock is already starting to get hard at the thought and the way your fingers are trailing down to the buttons still done on his shirt.

You encourage him to keep grading the assignments, even guiding his hand with the red pen clutched in it back to the paper in front of him. Kyojuro finds himself shuffling things around on his desk as he looks for his answer key.

Sure, he knows all the answers. Come on, he’s the one who made the damn thing.

He knows the history itself like the back of his hand. You cannot teach what you do not know.

But he can’t concentrate for shit while your fingers are unbuttoning his shirt, teasingly tracing your fingers over the skin each button reveals. He pauses, letting out a slow breath when your lips touch the skin of his neck.

“Keep going or I’ll stop, birthday boy or not,” you tease in his ear, nipping the lobe playfully. “And I really don’t want to stop, Kyo. Birthday sex always makes everything better, huh, baby?”

He grunts but does as you said. These grades are due tomorrow and it is his own fault for procrastinating. He starts to compare the answer key to the quizzes in front of him and your hands resume their mission.

You tell him every time he completes one of the stacks of papers in front of him, one of you will lose a piece of clothing. The first thing to go is his shirt. It is in the way of you peppering his broad shoulders with kisses and running your fingers over the chiseled planes of his front. His breathing is getting a little rougher.

You move to lean against his desk, gesturing for him to keep going. His eyes flick back and forth between sloppy handwriting on a partially crumpled paper (he doesn’t even have to look at the name to know this belongs to Hashibira) and your fingers working through the buttons on your own shirt. He finishes the pile and your shirt is tossed off into what could very well be the void for all he cares right now.

He adjusts a little in his seat. His cock is throbbing now, dying to know what it is you have in store for him. He is ever the strategist and next he grabs a small pile of re-done tests, finishing them quickly and staring at you waiting.

You chuckle and remove your bra. He reaches out a hand, his fingers run back and forth over your hard nipple, giving it a little tweak and smirking at the way you bite your lip. You tell him to go back to grading. Next off is your skirt, soon followed by your panties, you are standing before him now in only your thigh highs and the poor man cannot concentrate for shit.

You move to stand closer to him. You let him reach up, brushing his fingertips against your bottom lip. He trails his fingers from your throat down your body, between the valley of your breasts, down your soft stomach. He turns the angle of his hand and slides it between your legs. Before he can do more than cup your pussy you grab his hand at the wrist. You lock your fingers together and bring your joined hands to your lips, kissing each of his knuckles before releasing his hand and reminding him that he has papers to finish grading.

Kyojuro lets out what sounds almost like a growl of frustration, his eyebrows pulling together. You smile, leaning forward to kiss him, letting your large breasts press against his chest. You tangle your hands in his hair and kiss him thoroughly before breaking the kiss abruptly, hands still in his hair, holding his head back. He looks so fucking sexy with his eyes glossy with want and his cheeks slightly flushed, biting his bottom lip. You push his chair back just enough for you to get under the desk.

You slide your hands up his thick slack covered thighs and undo his belt. You look up at him and casually ask him how much more he has to go as you trail your fingers over the bulge between his legs. He grunts and glances up at his desk and answers 3 more sets of quizzes to go.

You unzip his pants and tell him he should hurry up. It is not long before you are working off his pants, leaving him in just his red microfiber boxers.

You suck in your bottom lip and drink in the sight before you. Kyojuro is all hard planes and tanned skin. Your hands knead his thick thighs as you lean forward and exhale against his still covered hard on, smirking a little when his cock twitches.

He closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath as you trace the shape of his cock through his underwear with your tongue. You have gotten yourself as worked up as he is right now. You slide a hand between your legs and moan as you rub yourself.

“I’m so fucking wet… Hurry, Kyo,” you say, looking up at him as you mouth at his cock.

You use your free hand to start pulling his boxers lower, licking across his skin. He grunts and grades papers faster than he ever has in his entire life, shoving the stack away from him.

“Good job,” you smile.

He lifts his hips so you can remove his boxers, he settles back down into his seat. Kyojuro fists a hand in your hair, tilting your head back. “Have you had your fun, my love?”

“I’m not done,” you tell him, raking your nails lightly over his thighs.

“Oh, but you are,” he says.

He grabs his tie from where he had chucked it on his desk earlier, and takes your hands in his. He kisses each wrist before using his tie to bind them together. You’ve done this before. The bind is loose and you can easily get out of it. But you won’t. That look in his eyes has your pussy clenching, longing for him to be inside you. The smirk on his face and the way his eyes fucking devour you makes it absolutely clear- Kyojuro is in control now.

He leans over to kiss you passionately before reclining back in his chair and gesturing at his cock, standing tall and hard, swollen tip already leaking. “As you were.”

You lick up and down his cock, mouthing at the head and tonguing the leaking slit on top. You love the taste of his skin and the white pearls mixing on your tongue. It doesn't take long for you to be taking him all the way into your mouth, going down until your nose is bumping warm skin and neatly trimmed golden hairs.

His hand is tangled in your hair controlling your speed, depth, and how long you stayed down with his cock buried deep in your throat. The pace he has you bobbing at isn’t slow and gentle, nor is it anywhere near as rough has he has been before. It’s a steady rhythm of long and short pauses. As he pulls you down deeper on his cock than he has yet you swallow around him. The contracting of your throat causes him to heave out a long shaky breath.

He pulls you off of his cock, taking a moment to take in the sight of you between his legs with your lips slightly red, slightly swollen. Your spit shines on your lips and around your mouth. You look so fucking sexy he’s tempted to take out his phone and snap a picture, so he can look at this again and again and again. Maybe later.

He helps you stand up, pulling you closer by your hips and pressing his erection into your stomach. His hands move to cup your face while kissing you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

Kyojuro breaks the kiss and turns you around so you are bent over his desk resting on your bound forearms. He uses his feet to spread your legs wide before he sits down in his chair.

You bite your lip as he kneads the fat of your ass, gripping your rounded cheeks and pulling them apart to look at your pussy. He moves his thumbs to spread your slick lips wide open.

“So wet already,” he says, running his thumbs up and down your lips, pinching your clit between them, making you cry out.

You shiver as you feel his hot breath against your pussy.

“I think I’ll have my dessert now.”

It is a known fact that Kyojuro Rengoku LOVES to eat. And your pussy is his favorite food. He licks and sucks at you while his fingers work your pussy open. The feeling of his tongue flicking back and forth while he sucks at your clit has your legs shaking, struggling to hold yourself up. Your pussy is pulsing and clenching, fucking dripping. The room is filled with your moans and the sounds of him feasting and fingering your needy hole.

“Cum for me, my love. The sooner you cum for me, the sooner you can have my cock,” he says, nipping your butt.

You whimper, your hips moving on their own, riding his hand, not a care given to how silly or slutty you look as you bounce against the 3 digits fucking your hole. “I’m trying baby, I’m trying… I’m so close…”

“I know what you need, always,” he says with a voice slightly deeper than normal.

As his lips resume their assault on your clit, he slides his slick fingers back and presses it into your ass. The tip of his fingers circles and prods at the tight muscle gently before pressing his finger all the way inside and beginning to pump. The sensation is just what you need and you scream his name as your orgasm over powers you.

Your legs give out from the force of your orgasm but he catches you, arms wrapping around your middle holding you up. He kisses your shoulder, your neck, the side of your head, telling you how good you did and how hot you looked, how he can’t wait to get his big hard cock inside you.

He moves you so that you are sitting on his desk, ass at the edge with your legs bent up and spread, your pussy wide open, begging for him. He straightens up and grabs hold of his cock, rubbing the blunt head up and down your slit collecting your nectar. His cock catches on your hole and he pushes in just the tip. He leans over and puts a hand behind your neck, kissing you gently.

Kyojuro stays there, holding your gaze, one hand the back of your neck, the other holding your leg behind the knee, as he presses inside you. He gives a low seductive laugh as he watches the way your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you to capacity, feeding you inch by inch.

He groans and grinds against you once his hips are flush with your ass. The feeling of him inside you and the grinding pressure on your clit makes you jerk and moan. His hand leaves your hip to undo the tie on your wrist so you can bury your hands in his hair like he knows you want to do. Like he wants you to do.

He groans as you break the kiss to arch your neck back as pleasure courses through you when he starts to move. Your hands are tight in his hair, holding him to your neck as you whimper and babble desperately and lock your legs around his waist. His hands are digging into your hips, holding you down while he fucks you hard and fast.

“You’re gonna break the desk,” you moan as you hear the ancient wood creak.

“That, my love, is just called bragging rights,” he says, not slowing down for a second.

You curse and moan as he pounds into your tight hole. The entire time he is kissing you and telling you how sexy you look, how good your pussy feels, how tight you are, how much he loves you and your pussy.

“Cum with me,” he says, adjusting his angle until you cry out signalling he has found that perfect spot that when he hits it makes your whole body quiver and quake… makes your pussy clench even fucking tighter around his cock. “There it is… fuck… thats right… Gods, yes… take me with you…”

You bury one hand in his hair, pulling his lips to your for a frenzied, messy kiss as your other hand slides between your legs. You’re so close. So fucking close. His cock feels so good bullying into your dripping hole. He moves his hand to slide his thumb between your pussy lips to press down on and rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

Your body tightens and you once again feel heat pooling between your legs. His thrusts are getting more erratic and harder, your tits bouncing with each impact of his hips against your ass. And then your orgasm tears you apart. You scream out his name and rake your nails down his back. He cries out as he feels your orgasm hit. Your walls cinch around him and flutter. His mouth falls open as he watches you cum on his cock. The sight and feel of you falling apart for him pulls him over the edge.

He cries out your name as he cums, thrusting against you until absolutely spent. He leans forward over you, bracing on his one palm, the other hand cups your cheek. His cheeks are flushed and there's a sheen of sweat on his skin. His breathing is ragged but he’s got a smile from ear to ear.

“Thank you,” he says with a chuckle, leaning over to give you several soft, sweet kisses.

“No thanks are needed, birthday boy. That was my pleasure. Several times in fact.”

He grins. “Well, if you enjoyed that then you are in luck!”

“How so?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.

He grinds his hips against you, shivering from the sensation on his over sensitive cock still buried deep inside you. “Midterms are next week.”

#demon slayer smut #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #birthday smut #kyojuro renoku smut #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #happy birthday to the most perfect man ever thought up #kny x reader smut #kny smut

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bl00dycoten · 2 years

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Mx. Forgettable

fruity four x gn!reader (platonic)

Snakes note: this isn’t as good as i planned but it’s the first story i wrote after my bad writers block, i’ll edit it later to make it a little longer and better!

summary:The fruity four being very trash friends and forgetting all about you all while trying to befriend a very sweet girl named Ariana.

warnings: poorly written :(, angst, the fruity four being terrible friends, cursing, envy, r makes rash choices while mad.

“Hey guys!” you waved as you took a seat at the table in the dinner all your friends were sitting at. “(Name)! i forgot you were coming i’m so sorry, we already ordered our drinks and stuff.” Nancy had replied , her eyebrows creased with guilt. “oh, it’s okay nance i’ll just go an order my food right now so it can come with all your guys food!” you smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes like normal, not like anyone noticed it though because as you got up to order your food your greeted with the sound of the bell from the dinner. “Ariana! hey we ordered your food and everything.” Steve had said with a great big smile on his face as he waved down the raven haired girl.

You frowned for a second and hurried off to order your food quickly so you can sit back down at the table, upon coming back you find that your seat had now been taken by Ariana. “um Ariana, that’s my seat.” you mumbled and stood there awkwardly. “Oh i’m sorry, i’ll move.” Ariana replied sweetly, god it actually sucked how much you disliked her because she was always so sweet to you.

“oh no Ariana it’s fine, (Name) can squeeze in with Eddie and robin.” Steve said and glanced your way. “um yeah! it’s fine Ariana.” you smiled and squeeze in with Eddie and robin. again the smile didn’t reach your eyes or show the slight dimple you had on your right cheek.

this happened more than once, where Nancy, Robin, Steve or even Eddie would forget about you because they were all to busy befriending Ariana. You get why, She was so sweet and really really pretty she also had a lot in common with everyone. She had all the traits you seemed to lack. she seemed to have the one thing you wished for more than anything. Your friends attention. She wasn’t the one who had to walk home when it rained because her car was getting fixed and had no one who would pick her up or had to order for herself because her friends forgot about her, no she didn’t have to do any of that and it angered you. how your friends could just simply forget about you even though they said they cared for you so much.

how could one just forget someone that they cared about so easily? were you just that forgettable? why is it that she was able to easily get the things you had to work so hard for? “(name)?” Eddie pulled you out of your trance as you realized the food had gotten here already. “huh? oh! the food it looks great.” you began eating your food quickly, not wanting to be near your so called friends anymore as they continued whatever it was they were talking about without you. “well look at the time, i’ve uh got to go i got work at 8am tomorrow.” finishing the last of your food you get up and look at your friends, who were to busy talking to realize you even got up and announced your departure.

Frowning at the lack of response you make your way out the dinner and to your car, tears were threatening to slip out as you closed your car door with a slam. your lips pouted and nose started to run from the sob stuck in your throat. God those idiots didn’t even notice you leave.

The drive home was horrible, you almost crashed because of your reckless driving and crying at the same time, once in the safety of your own house is when you let the blood curdling scream out, you threw your fist into your couch cushion and punch it a few times.

How could they just forget you?! how could your so called friends just let you leave without saying a goodbye or not giving you a ride because they ‘forgot’. Shit they forgot so many times you wondered if they had memory loss or something.

You spent the whole afternoon crying and by the time it hit 9pm you still seem to not stop the tears from slipping out. You stayed where you were on your couch, cursing at your friends for forgetting you so easily.

The phone ringing is what snapped you out of your sobbing state. reluctantly making your way to the phone on the kitchen wall you answer with a gruff. “hello?” to which you were met with eddie’s voice.

“hey- were you crying?” he asked curiously. “uhhh yeah, yeah i just got done watch a super sad movie.” you forced a chuckle out and patted yourself on the shoulder for coming up with a lie so quickly. “what is it did you need something Eddie?” you continue, trying to change the subject.

“well you seemed a little out of it today? you alright?” he questioned. You’ve got to be kidding? now he wants to care? he sure as he didn’t care when you had to walk you ass home in the rain when you had no ride back from work. “yes Eddie, i’m fine just a little tired from work is all.” you tried to hide the annoyance in your voice but to no use as he heard the annoyance. “are you sure? if you want i can come over to make you feel better.” he seemed genuine about it and you were kind of debating if you should let him come over.

“shit actually.” of course it was to good to be true. “me and Ariana where going to go to the movies right now.” Eddie frowned as he remembered his plans with his other friend. “tsk, no i’m okay eds enjoy the movie, i got to go.” your reply was harsh and more aggressive than intended but you didn’t care anymore. Ariana this or Ariana that, gosh it makes you so sick with how much they put her first now.

Not waiting for Eddie’s responses to your aggressiveness, You slam the phone back in place and flare your nose as you take a deep harsh breathe. The tears were coming back again and your body was shaking with anger as you drop down to the floor, legs to weak to hold you up any longer.

Covering your face with your hands you continue to scream and cry in your palms. “Why me? what did i do, why am i never enough for anyone to put me first! i keep trying and trying and i’m always so replaceable and forgettable!” your voice cracked from all the crying and screaming, you stayed there until you fell asleep on the cold hard floor, thinking what you did to be just so forgettable to everyone in your life.

The next day

Waking up with a groan as you stretch awake, back cracking from sleeping on such a hard surface and sore from the pressure. “fuck when did i fall asleep?” groaning as you get off the hard wooden floor, you make your way to you clock on the coffee table and gasp. “fuck i’m late for work!” you shout and run into your room to get changed for work, having to skip your morning showers you sigh. “fuck i can’t shower i’ll be even more late and my boss would kill me.” throwing on your working outfit you run out of your room and grab your shoes and socks.

Putting your socks on in a hurry, you grabbed your keys and open your door to see a very shocked Eddie and a very scared robin. “holy shit!” robin jumped from you opening the door out of nowhere. “Eddie? robin? what are you two doing here, actually no i need to get to work right now, i’m late.” pushing past the both of them you quickly make your way to your car and get in. “(Name)! wait it’ll only be a second.” Eddie rushed to your car side before you can close it. “i really can’t right now eds, i need to get to work like NOW.” your voice was stern and eddie’s grip on your door releases and his hands shoot up in a surrender pose.

“okay! okay! when you get off of work though i want to talk with you.” Eddie lowers his hands and gives you a serious look. one that made you freeze and think shit he’s going to talk about what happened yesterday. “yeah okay, after work got it. i really need to go now, bye.” you smiled at robin and waved to her as she waved back with a very confused look on her face.

starting the car after quickly putting on your shoes, you pull out of your driveway and speed of to work. “what was that all about?” robin asked Eddie as she watched you go over the speed limit just to get to work. “i don’t know, they have been acting weird recently though.” he answered and looked away from you car’s fading shadow.

After work

Getting yelled at by your boss was not how you’d like to start your morning, than again neither was having two of you friends that you’re mad at, at your front door. the rest of the day went by smoothly, a rude customer here and there but other than that not to bad, making you way home was what ruined your whole day.

pulling into your driveway you notice Steve’s car parked next to yours, what are they doing here? walking up to your front door you realized your front door was unlocked, remembering you gave steve a key for when he would drop dustin off at your house sometimes so you could babysit him.

walking into your home, you make your way to the living room, which had the tv playing and people could be heard talking. “steve? is that you?” you asked. “yes where in here (Name)!” steve answered back. we? uh oh. what are Nancy and steve doing here too? “steve, Nancy? what are you guys doing here?” confusion was laced in your voice and you frowned getting an ugly feeling in your stomach as it turned. “well Eddie noticed you acting a little off lately, so we all wanted to see if you’re okay?” Nancy said. your confusion was switched with irritation as the words came out of Nancy’s lips.

“oh, i’ve been acting strange? really? because for that past fucking week or two all of you have completely forgotten about me just to be friends with Ariana.” you didn’t intentionally mean to sound so rude, but you didn’t feel bad about it, in fact you were glad for this sudden burst of confidence because now you can say what you’ve been waiting to say. “We have no-” you were quick to call out steve’s bullshit.

“oh bite me steve, you all have completely forgotten about me, like for starters steve forgot to get me from work even after i called him before and asked if he was okay with picking me up, to which he agreed to! so i had to walk that 30 minute walk in the rain, thanks for that by the way i missed three days of work because i caught a cold!” you glared at steve and then pointed to robin.

“and robin completely blew off our plans we made for weeks out of nowhere because Ariana wanted to go to star-court!” you’re now pointing at Eddie. “You ditched our weekly movie nights for Ariana too! and lastly Nancy, you completely forgot i was going out to eat with you guys yesterday but still ordered for Ariana even though she was later than me! you all have made me feel so god damn forgettable and it feels like you all replaced me with Ariana! do you know how it feels to have your friends repeatedly cancel plans or just all out forget about you and the plans you made!” by the end of your rant you had tears threatening to fall and you lowered your pointer finger because of how shaky your hands were.

Eddie and them all had shocked faces at your outburst, but soon that faded into guilt and regret. “(Name) we didn’t mean to make you feel like that, we didn’t know.” Nancy was the first to speak after your rant. “of fucking course you didn’t know! you guys barely even fucking noticed me to know or care about my feelings!” shouting was not something you liked doing, but right now it was all you could do, you wanted to be heard. you wanted your friends to see just how badly their treatment effected you.

“(Name)..i’m really sorry, i never wanted to hurt you like that i know i don’t know how you feel but i understand your anger, if you don’t want to talk or just want to stop being friends all together i’ll respect that.” Eddie said and stands up, looking at steve and robin waiting for them to also apologize. “i’m sorry for how i treated you in the dinner yesterday (Name), i shouldn’t have let her just take your seat like that, i’ve been a real shitty friend to you and i’ll never make that mistake again but if you want to stop being friends i respect that.” steve got up as well and lowered his head in guilt. “i’m really sorry (Name), i’ve been as shitty as harrington was back in junior year. i get if you don’t want to be friends anymore, i will respect your space and feelings.” robin had a pout on her face, her eyes seemed glossy and she seemed very genuine.

Still in your fit of anger you didn’t care about that at all. instead you pointed to the door and said. “leave, i don’t want to deal with this at all. i have work tomorrow, don’t call me or come to my house. i’ll go to you if i forgive you.” your said firmly, hands shaking from all the emotions you feel right at this moment, you asked them to leave for their own sake, if they stayed longer you know you’d say things you probably didn’t mean.

“okay, we’ll leave you alone (Name), we’re really sorry.” Nancy said, the others agreeing with her as they made their way to the front door, leaving one by one. As soon as they left your anger faded away and soon you were met with loneliness and sadness. your lips trembled as you took in deep breaths to try an calm down, but to no avail, out came a sob, and than another and another until it was just a looped repeat of broken sobs and unanswered pleas, but worst of all you were met with silence besides your sobs, reminding you just how lonely you were.

#snakes oneshot #stranger things x reader #stranger things #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x gn reader #nancy wheeler x gn!reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x gn!reader

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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years

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Title: Forever & Ever & Ever & Ever---But Not Right Now **

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Heavy, Heavy, Heavy angst, 18 + Mature Content, NSFW, Mild Smut, TW: Possible Toxic Love

Words: 5.4k

Summary: You and Lewis have had an on and off relationship for the last 3 years. You’re never together for too long before one or both of you initiate “taking a break”. However, the breaks never last long and you always end up right back in each other’s arms.

Note: Inspired by a song by FLETCHER; “Forever”. This has quite a bit of angst, but I hope you enjoy. I tried my best with British slang (I think I failed LOL; I apologize)

Note II: Any Italic Text after the first/opening line is conversation from a memory. Hopefully that’s clear. Also, I’m trying a different way to incorporate text messages. Lemme know what you think. Also don’t come for me if you hate reader...I kinda do too.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

***Interactive***

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-Lewis-

This is—you know who this is, Y/N. Sorry I couldn’t pick up, I promise it’s not personal, leave a message and I’ll call you back. Text me if you want a reply faster. Kisses.

Beeeeeep.

“Hey poppet—sorry, old habits. Y/N, it’s Lew. Um—I—I thought you’d pick up. Guess I was barmy for that. uh—I’m back in town for a spot. I know Mart said he was having some sort of thing tomorrow night and I wanted to know if you’re going. Give me a call—or text. Whatev.”

He sighed then ended the call and tossed his cell phone onto the table in front of him. Part of him felt as if she shouldn’t have called but the other half that made him call felt disappointed. He didn’t know why he’d expected you to pick up. In the last month, you’d probably picked up forty percent of his calls then called him back ten percent, however you always texted him back. The contents of those texts weren’t exactly stress free most of the time.

Thinking back to the last text exchange from a few weeks ago, he gripped his head then raked his fingers through his freshly loosened hair that still held the crimp from the braids. Groaning, he dropped back onto the lounger couch and stared at the abstract chandelier above him. as if he needed to refresh his memory, he grabbed his phone then found the messages.

Thursday, July, 13

MSG Poppet: Sorry didn’t see this till today. (10:00pm)

MSG: Funny, I saw you’d read it when I sent it. 3 days ago. (10:05pm)

MSG Poppet: 🙄 Really? I must have glanced it and forgot to reply. I was really busy. (10:30pm)

Friday, July, 14

MSG Poppet: Are you mad now? (12:15am)

MSG: Poppet: You are, aren’t you? (12:25am)

MSG: Why would I be mad Y/N? (12:27am)

MSG Poppet: Because whenever we talk you always get mad at me. It sucks. (12:30am)

MSG: Seriously? I wonder why I’m always getting mad at you. Like really Y/N, do you think it doesn’t suck for me too? You think I want to be mad? (12:31am)

MSG: 😩 I’m sorry. (12:45am)

MSG Poppet: No. Don’t apologize, I know it’s my fault. I know I’m horrible for what I’m doing. 😔 (12:50am)

MSG: Then stop. God, I don’t want to do the beating each other up bit. (12:51am)

MSG Poppet: Me neither. It just always happens when we talk. (12:53am)

MSG: Poppet, I want things to be different between us. (12:59am)

MSG Poppet: I gotta go. Talk later. 💋 (1:00am)

Re-reading it only made him see the hopelessness of your relationship. Anytime he began to get serious with wanting to address the problems you disappeared. When he disappeared, you reemerged with texts and calls only for when he reciprocated for you to fall off the face of the Earth again. When he tried to bring up your relationship you always found a way to change the subject and inevitably the subject was dropped until the next time. With you for the last three years everything had been one roller coaster.

Thinking back to the start of your relationship, he could officially call it a whirlwind romance. The night of his victory party was epic. The DJ was playing banger after banger, the drinks were strong, and the women beautiful. He’d only planned to stop by for an hour or two because he was exhausted after everything he had to do after the win. However, when he was sitting with his friends just enjoying the good vibes you caught his eye from across the room making a killing at a pool table with each impossible trick shot.

From the minute he saw you sitting at the edge of the pool table with your fishnet stocking clad legs crossed and the bright red stick in your hand that matched your bright red lips, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He watched you egg everyone on making them place higher and higher bets on the odds of you making a successful shot sequence that you called out then proceed to hit every single shot. From afar, he couldn’t tell one thing about you but from afar he was sure he’d fallen in love with you right then and there.

From then, one or two hours turned to three or four, then five, six, until he was watching the sunrise with you on the hotel penthouse suite’s balcony, both of you wearing absolutely nothing. It was a night to never forget, a night where he laughed more than he’d ever laughed, flirted heavier than ever and felt the tightest connection he’d ever felt. A connection that led to soulful kisses and the most night of sex he’d ever experienced. When the sun began to rise, he didn’t want his time with you to end. You felt the same and that one night led to an impromptu two-week vacation for two in Mallorca where the only activities done were eating, swimming, and fucking.

From that two-week vacation, things between you took off literally and figuratively, where he went you came along, when he was racing you were in the stands in the family section. In between work, you were there to make sure he made time for play, and it was through him you’d experienced may of your firsts. He was having the time of his life and each day he fell deeper and harder for you. The number of deep conversations you had over the first year blew his mind, he felt you knew him better than most and treasured you like the queen you were.

He'd been so deep that he didn’t see the flip side coming. At the sixteen months mark of your relationship, you’d started to act differently. His calls went unanswered, and his call back took longer and longer, his texts went hours without a reply and then the way you were with him felt as if you were trying to put distance between you. When the words came out your mouth “I think we should take a break”, he actually felt his world stop. He was right about to get in his car for a race. He’d called you because he wanted to hear your voice before. It had been a big mistake. Not only did he lost that race by coming in third, but he’d also crashed which led to him placing third.

As for the reason for “the break”, “We’ve been together so much that I’ve pushed my life and goals to the side. We need to focus on ourselves.” Did it break him? Hell yes it did. He was completely blindsided by it and what made it worse was you dropping off the face of the Earth for the next three months. If he wanted to find anything out related to you, he had to see it on social media. You were having the time of your life and none of it looked goal oriented, unless your goals were all about living it up. You were at parties, events, modeling gigs, afterparties and even on the arm of a few other celebrities for a night or two. That was what hurt him the most. You’d begun to act like a new person, someone he didn’t recognize. That made him want to turn back into who he was before you. To dull his pain, he did revert. He woke up beside a different woman nearly every morning, sometimes two or three. He couldn’t remember a name to save his life and all their faces blended together after a while. However, nothing really helped.

When he’d bumped into you a few months after the breakup at the same restaurant, he could feel something was there between you. The pull to you was as strong as it ever was, not a damn thing had changed for him. He still wanted you—still loved you. Throughout dinner he tried to keep his eyes off of you but failed. Every time he looked over to your table, he found your eyes on him and that little bit of contact broke open the gates that he’d built around his heart the last several months. You smiled and he knew that you knew you had him right where you wanted him.

That night, you showed up to his hotel room and like the idiot he was he invited you in to talk but there were no words spoken—not with your mouths. They say make-up sex was the most incredible thing ever. He could attest to that but that hadn’t turned out to be make-up sex. It was I miss you; I love you; I need you sex for him but for you though he wanted it to be the same, and though it felt like it was the same, he feared it was something else.

“I think I could love you forever and ever and ever and ever.” Those were the words you said to him when he’d told you he loved you. His heart skipped a beat when you’d said them, then it plummeted when you said, “As long as forever and ever and ever and ever don’t start right now.” He didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but he did. It all boiled down to not wanting to be with him. Not wanting him.

“You know I think you’re perfect. It’s timing. You’re the type I’d want to spend my whole life with, but you won’t be the one I’ll spend tomorrow tonight with.”

Your words felt like a professional punch to the gut. He had to actually bend over to catch his breath from that one. It cut deeper than he could admit. That was when the argument began.

“What the fuck kind of shit is that to say to me after you just spent tonight with me?!”

“We’re just in two different places.”

He was stunned. It was like speaking to some embodiment of you, an embodiment who hadn’t experienced the last year and a half.

“So, what the fuck was the last eighteen months about? What place were we both in then? Different places too?”

You’d sighed like this was stressing you out, but he didn’t care. He needed an answer.

“Answer me!”

“We were but—I just—I can’t—uugh. I want to be young, Lewis.”

“How am I stopping you from being young? I know I’m a few years older than you, but I’ve never tried to shame you for it.”

“Uuuugh, I wanna be young and party every night, I want to act dumb with my friends, meet different people, live free and carelessly without thinking of anyone else and worrying if what I am doing will hurt or if I have to say sorry for it. I want to have experiences and know what it’s like to be shameless with my body. You are the third man I’ve slept with. You’ve slept with tens of women and feel no shame over it.” You were shouting now as if by raising your voice the shit you were saying would make sense. It didn’t—not really.

“So, you came home with me tonight to fuck me and what disappear again and fuck someone else tomorrow and the night after that and on and on? What the fuck do you really want, Y/N? What!”

The silence in the suite suddenly became deafening, a drastic change from the shouting match from seconds before. He watched two tears roll down your cheeks and his gut twisted. He hated fighting with you, hated what was happening and half of him wanted to comfort you but the other half couldn’t bring himself to cross the space between you. It was much vaster than it appeared to be it was a chasm that couldn’t be crossed with a few strides.

“How am I supposed to feel, Y/N? Have you thought about that?”

“Of course! I just—I don’t think we should--.”

Unspoken words hung in the air between you.

“We should what? Don’t bite your tongue now!”

“Be together—right now,” you finished.

He stood there staring at you. There was so much turmoil bubbling within him, so many conflicting emotions, so many unspoken words, unspoken hurts. You must have seen it through his eyes because you took a step to him but without even thinking he stepped back. The action made you stop in your tracks and another set of tears rolled down your cheeks. Unable to help himself, a tear steaked his cheek.

“Lewis--,” you began taking more steps to him. This time you didn’t stop, you crossed to him and cupped his jaw then swiped his tear with your thumb.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re not.”

Your eyes met and the interesting part for him was he saw the same turmoil in your eyes, saw pain. It only made him angrier though. You lifted your other hand and cupped the other side of his face, and you stood there not speaking though he wished you’d say something—anything to wipe away the last ten minutes. He silently plead with you to do just that but the longer you remained silent the more pieces his heart shattered into. Someone had to walk away first or else he would say or do something else and made a further fool of himself.

Lifting his hands, he gripped your wrists then pulled your hands away from his face.

“Lewis—don’t—please--.”

He sniffled then cleared his throat. “You should go—go be young, go party every night, go be dumb with your friends, go meet different people, go live free and carelessly without thinking of anyone else or worrying if what you’re doing will hurt them or if you have to say sorry for it, go have your experiences and know what it’s like to be shameless with your body--,” he had to pause them because the emotion in him clogged his throat stopping the next words.

Clearing his throat, he held your eyes and fought against you fighting to put your hands back on his face. He knew if you touched him again, he would brush this under the rug. He was too close to playing your fool again. Clenching his jaw, he forged ahead, “Go fuck as many men as you want to and don’t feel not an ounce of shame. Go live your life Y/N, go live it—without me.”

You scrunched your face and a river of tears streamed down your cheeks.

“No, I don’t want to lose you though,” you feebly replied.

Ignoring you he continued, “I wish you every happiness and I hope you find exactly what you’re looking for.”

He pushed your hands down once and for all and only held your eyes for a few more seconds before he turned away from you and walked off.

He couldn’t fight the emotions that the memories brought on. If only that had been the last time, you’d seen each other or been entangled in each other’s arms. What followed was a year of back and forth. You would claim you missed him too much and wanted to try again and you’d try but five or six months later you both took turns on who was the one to end things. The last time eight months ago was you. he didn’t know why he just hadn’t moved on already. It wasn’t the sex, he was sure of it, and it wasn’t him being out of options, he had plenty and it wasn’t because he was a masochist, he preferred the Dom roll.

Deep down he knew the reason. He saw a future with you. his family saw a future with you. He knew your deepest secrets, you knew his, he knew the reasons behind everything you did and knew that you past played a greater role in your present than you let anyone believe. He saw you and you saw him and no matter what he was sure you were tied to his life for a greater purpose. Maybe you were meant to teach him love and real pain, maybe you were his test in life, maybe you were sent to really make him inspect himself and his life to make real changes. His father had always said before every man settles down for the rest of their lives, they’ll all have an enlightened moment to show you real love and he’d had that moment with you years ago. The only doubt he had was that he was uncertain that if love hurt if it was in fact real love or infatuation.

The next night he walked into Mart’s party a few hours late and put on the front of being the life of the party. An hour or so into it he’d faked it till he made it. He’d had several drinks and his worries were miles away. All he wanted to do tonight was drink, dance and have a good time, he’d earned it. He didn’t know if you were there but by the time he was huddled in a dark corner with a gorgeous ebony goddess with long legs and hypnotizing eyes he’d forgotten you—for the most part. He didn’t know how long he’d sat there and talked to her, or how long he’d avoided other women at the party who’d been showing him attention. What he did know was that he felt you before he saw you.

Fuck, he thought before his eyes moved off of the beauty he was sitting beside and slid across the room as if a south magnet attracted to its north. When he found you, your eyes were already glued to him. God, you were beautiful, he thought to himself before he tried to look away. However, he failed that attempt. It was like you were commanding him and you willed his eyes only to be on you. A slow smile spread your lips and the only reason he was able to look away was the buxom beauty beside him who placed her hand on his jaw and turned his head back to her.

“I prefer your attention here, lover.”

Her smile was seductive and mysterious all at once and that only intrigued him further. That was where his attention remained until he went to the bar an hour later for refills on their drinks. As he waited, he scrolled through his phone catching up on any work-related missed messages or emails.

“Ignoring me now?”

The hairs on his spine went up at the sound of your voice. When he looked beside him there you stood in your low-cut dress that complimented your shape and complexion so fucking well. He hated that his instinct was to look over your body, hated the fact that the look over your body was not a quick glance, hated that the look over your body elicited a reaction. His cock pulsed painfully and hardened.

His eyes scurried to your face and the mischievous smirk on your lips said you knew the effect you had on him. Goddamn you, he thought, turning his face back to his phone.

“Aw, come on don’t be that way.”

“What can I do for you, Y/N?”

“Y/N? I was Poppet last night.”

He clenched his jaw at the reminder of his slip up on his voicemail.

“You actually listened to my voicemail, wow. Do you want a cookie?”

He looked at you, your smirk hadn’t faded. Placing your hand on your hip he fought the urge to look at the fullness he knew was there.

“Nah, cookies are for little girls. Big girls prefer better rewards.”

You gave his body a once over as you sank your teeth into your plum painted bottom lip.

“Bigger—rewards,” you added, eyes glued to the front of his pants.

He was sure you could see your effect. Knowing it would be worse to try and hide it he stayed where he was but cut his eyes.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” you said with a whine in your voice. “Don’t tell me little miss long legs took all of that and left none for me.”

He could hear the saltiness in your voice. He smirked then turned to you. He had the upper hand right now even though you knew that his body wanted you.

“So what if she has? What business of yours is that?”

You stared at him bit didn’t speak.

“Think she wants to take more than fun from me,” he said lurching his hips forward for emphasis making sure you got his gist.

It was then your smirk slipped, and he knew you were grinding your teeth.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you—poppet.”

You flared your nostrils, rolled your eyes then turned to the bar placing yourself shoulder to shoulder with him.

“Jealous, that’s laughable. I doubt I have anything to be jealous about. Yes, she’s gorgeous but beauty doesn’t tend to hold you for long.”

Your voice was dripping with cockiness. Shaking his head, he scoffed. “As if you would know what holds me for long.”

“I think I do—me.”

Your eyes met again, and the fire, electricity and pull were still there. Fuck he was stupid, he thought. Shaking his head, he looked away. It was then the bartender slid him the two drinks he’d ordered but he also placed four shot glasses in front of you. They smelled familiar.

“See you around, Y/N.”

Before he walked off, you slide two his way then raised your eyebrows. “For old time’s sake?”

You waited but you didn’t look in the least bit worried he’d turn you down. This confidence was one of the many things he loved about you. In the beginning, it was endearing and sexy, now it was sexy but rubbed so wrong. Sighing, he took up one of the glasses then held it up ready to knock it back.

“No toast?”

“What do you want to toast to?”

You smirked and took up your own shot glass.

“To tonight.”

He quirked his brow confused by your meaning but shook his head and knocked it back. A second after he put the glass onto the bartop he grabbed the other and waited for you. Your smirk was wider, and he watched you cross to him pressing your body onto his. You went to his ear.

“And you getting to bury that bone inside of me in that dark corner behind the bar.”

Your lips grazed the tattoo on his neck before you pulled back to slowly down the drink never taking your eyes off of his. He hesitated for a few moments then drank it down. Once finished, he leaned to you and felt victory when your eyes dipped to his lips and angled your head back ready for his lips. Passing them, he went to your ear.

“Oh, I’ll bury this bone inside of someone in a dark corner tonight, but I doubt it’ll be you who gets the pleasure, poppet.”

A once sweet and loving nickname between the two of you was now used as a weapon and he knew you knew the difference of its usage every time he did it. With that, he moved from you with drinks in hand and walked off. It took a few moments, but your reply came just as he expected.

“I look forward to making you eat those words.”

Giving himself credit, he scoffed he may want you, but he wouldn’t give in. Two hours later it was apparent he’d given himself too much credit because he was currently behind the same bar, in the dark corner you’d alluded to, balls deep inside of you with your legs wrapped around his waist and your back pressed against the wall. The loud bass of the music had the wall shaking throwing off his thrusts just a little but thankfully drowning out your screams, moans, and squeals. He didn’t want this in the tabloid rags the next day. He didn’t need the entire world knowing how stupid he was. He felt it.

“Yes, yes, fuck Lewis! Right there, right fucking there!”

He groaned then pistoned his hips into you enhancing his speed. With each thrust forward, you grabbed onto him while your head banged into the wall. It didn’t seem to hurt because upon every collision you smiled. Perhaps you were the masochist and perhaps he liked that a little bit.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum all over this big dick,” you whined as you began rocking your body like a wave and using him as your anchor.

”Fuck—lemme feel it. Lemme feel you.”

You both moaned and panted. He was chasing the pleasure that only seemed right with you, you hit different. When you bit his earlobe and dug your nails into the back of his neck, he knew just how close he was and by how tightly you clenched around him as if you were preventing him from disappearing, he knew you were too.

“Fuck me papi, fuck me so good I never forget who I belong to.”

He didn’t know if it was the use of his pet name, a name he hadn’t heard from your lips in over eight months or if it was your words.

“Fuck me so good I never forget who I belong to.”

Pulling back, he looked into your eyes and even in this dark corner he could make them out perfectly. His fast movements slowed and changed. In the blink of an eye, he’d moved from fucking you senseless to making love to you in this dark corner of this club. In a matter of seconds, he’d gone from a drunken desperate need for release to the chains on his heart rattling threatening to break apart. Your jaw dropped, and your hand cupped his jaw. Fuck he thought, his weakness.

“Only you papi, only you,” you whined.

What the fuck, he thought. Were you so drunk off your ass that you didn’t know what you were saying or was he fucking you so right that this was the pleasure talking?

His brain struggled to catch up to his body and the need to cum washed over him like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good.”

“It’s your pussy,” you instantly screeched.

That was all he needed to hear before he was cumming with the force of a heard of angry bulls. He came so hard that he almost pummeled you through the wall. You screamed in his ear and held him close as your body shook. Neither of you moved for several long minutes. Neither of you spoke. It was like in this moment in time everything was stilled—paused and the past hadn’t happened, and the future was still this optimistic beautiful dream that was within reach. A happily ever after was still possible. He was reluctant to let that go. Even when fatigue attacked his body and limbs, he still clung to you, even when he could feel his seed seeping out of you and down his still hard dick, and even when he felt the shake of your body subside but another tremble begin. This was the trembling of crying.

It felt like the time was persistently nudging him fighting against his will to keep it stopped. It was a battle between his three-year desire for nothing but you and time who wanted his eyes to open to reality—or perhaps his destruction. Time was a relentless fuck and like a barreling train his surroundings came back. The loud music attacked his ears and the beating against the wall became impossible to ignore. Another thing that was impossible to ignore, was the wetness on his shoulder, the shoulder your head was draped over. The protector in him knew what was happening and he wanted to make everything right, wanted to help you. When he started to pull back, you held him there.

“Stop, wait. Don’t look at me.”

Your voice was clouded. It was the last confirmation he needed that you were crying.

“Poppet--.”

“Please don’t call me that. It’ll only make this harder for me,” you whispered against the shell of his ear.

Harder for you? You held him tighter, though he expected you to push him away. He waited for you to continue but you didn’t automatically. It felt like hours before you spoke again.

“Fuck your timing. Oh god, why.”

Your body shook again, and he heard your sobs over the music. Burying your face into his neck, you muffled the sound but the force of which your body shook rocked him to his core. Trying his hardest to remain strong, he held you not daring to move one muscle.

“Po—Y/N,” he began.”

“I wish—I wish so fucking bad--. If I could love you then I would love you. You don’t even fucking—understand.”

You sniffled as you spoke through your tears then buried your face into his neck again. You breathed him in at the same time he breathed you in. The strength he’d been clinging to so desperately was gone. A tear slipped from his eye, and he clenched his jaw hoping to prevent any more.

“Y/N--,” he began but you cut him off.

“I can’t—I--.” You groaned then took a breath.

“I’m letting go—and even though it hurts—fuck it hurts so fucking much papi.”

The usage of his pet name again didn’t miss him and that was what ruined him.

“Poppet.”

“Close your eyes. Please.”

Clenching his jaw, he listened. Slowly everything drowned out, the throng of people rubbing up against each other around him, the music, the scent of the different drinks being made that was mixed with the scent of weed, and everything in between. All that was left was you and him.

“If I could love you and dear god I want to, I really, really want to love you right. But right now—I’m letting you go. I have to. Fuck—I have to.”

You sounded like you were trying to convince yourself. He was barely hanging on at this point.

“You have to let me go. You have to let me let you go. Can you do it?”

He shook his head and held you tighter at the same time you held him tighter.

“I can’t—but I have to, or you’ll hate me more.”

“I love you.”

“You deserve more.”

With that, you released him and unwrapped your legs from around his waist. He pressed you into the wall more refusing to do what he knew he had to do. It had come to the point where holding on was more painful.

“You can’t love me for the both of us.”

Those were the words that broke through. It dawned on him now that he had been doing just that this whole time. It wasn’t about if you loved him or not. You weren’t there. Reluctantly, he stepped back allowing himself to slide from the warmth of your body. Though your feet were back on the floor, neither of you moved. His arms were still wrapped around you as yours cocooned him. Neither of you met the other’s eyes, both avoiding things and each other. You pressed your forehead into his chest right where his heart was currently shattering.

“Forever & Ever & Ever & Ever,” you said. He didn’t know how he heard you above the music and loud chatter, but he heard you loud and clear.

“But not right now,” he replied.

You released a soft sigh then hit your forehead on his chest three times then walked around and away from him.

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I Know Places (Happy Birthday Burns!)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x Riley, Drake x Alyssa

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except for Alyssa Devereaux, who belongs to the birthday girl @burnsoslow

Summary: In a prequel to last year's birthday fic, Riley notices some odd behavior from Drake and is determined to find out what he is hiding.

Song: I Know Places - Taylor Swift

You are the only person on the planet who could get me to drop a Taylor Swift song anywhere. That's how much I love you.

Rating: PG (a couple of swear words)

Word Count: 2,703

A/N: Happy birthday to my wonderful friend @burnsoslow. You are so sweet, and funny, and thoughtful. When I came to Tumblr however long ago, and started obsessively reading your stories, I never, in a million years, thought that I would actually be lucky enough to call you my friend. I'm sitting here trying to put together words about how much having you in my life means to me, but I'm not sure they even exist. I just love you so so much, and hope that you spent today partying like it's 1999! 😘

A/N 2: No pre-reader, so you get what you get. If it sucks, and the grammar is terrible, that's all on me. Godspeed.

Tags: This is my first run with the new tag list, so if you're not on here but would like to be added, just let me know!

Liam and Riley sat on the couch in his office, reviewing their opening remarks for the Five Kingdoms Festival that would be happening the following day. A knock on the door pulled their attention away, Liam called for the visitor to come in.

“Well, well, well,” Riley said as Drake entered the room. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Drake rolled his eyes and approached the pair. “Hello Brooks.” He walked over to Liam, who was now standing. “Hey, Li.”

“Drake,” Liam shook his friend’s hand. “It has been a while.”

“Yeah,” Drake rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been pretty busy lately.”

“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Riley suggested, noticing that something was off with him. “Eleanor has been asking for you, she misses her Uncle Drake.”

Drake’s expression softened. He hadn’t been spending as much time with Eleanor as he usually would. She had just become a big sister, and he knew how hard it could be going from being an only child to having to share attention with a younger sibling.

“I really wish I could…” He trailed off, his eyes darting between his friends. “I promised Savannah I’d go up to Ramsford tonight. But I’ll be at the festival tomorrow. I’ll take Eleanor for some cotton candy or something.”

“Sure, she’d love that.” Riley agreed.

Drake said his goodbyes and exited the office. Once he was gone, Liam and Riley settled themselves back on the couch, Liam lifted his wife’s legs to rest across his lap.

“That was weird, right?” Riley asked.

“Not really,” Liam shrugged as he slipped off her shoes and began rubbing her feet. “Drake and his sister are close, of course he would want to have dinner with her.”

Riley sighed at her husband’s response. “You know, for someone who was trained to read people, you can be awfully thick sometimes.”

Liam’s movements stopped as his head snapped in her direction. “Excuse me?”

“Come on Liam, he was being so dodgy! He couldn’t give us a straight answer about where he’s been.”

“To be fair,” Liam began. “We never asked him for one. Besides, Drake has always been a pretty private person, if he wanted us to know, he would have told us.”

She returned her feet to the ground, retrieving her shoes and putting them on. “Ugh! You’re so bad at being nosy!” She groaned. “Let’s go, I miss our babies.”

Regina had offered to watch Eleanor, and the newest edition to the royal family, Prince David, while Liam and Riley worked on the final preparations for the festival. They left Liam’s office and met up with Regina to pick up the kids before returning to their quarters for the evening.

***

After dinner, and a few rounds of Candy Land, it was time for Eleanor to go to bed. In an effort to help her with the transition from only child to big sister, her parents decided to take turns putting her to bed each night ensuring she had some quality one-on-one time with each of them. It was Liam’s turn to tuck her in, so Eleanor said goodnight to her mother and brother and walked hand in hand with her father to her room.

Liam sat on Eleanor’s bed, his arm wrapped around her, holding a book in front of them. Eleanor was learning how to read, so as they made their way through the story, Liam would pause, pressing his finger against the words, encouraging his daughter to read along, and helping her as she went.

“... and they,” he pointed to the next word and nodded encouragingly at her.

“Lived happ… happy…”

“Almost, princess. Happil…”

“Happily!” She exclaimed, Liam chuckled at her excitement and kissed the side of her head. “Happily ever after!”

“That’s right! Good work, Eleanor!” Liam pulled her close, kissing the top of her head before closing the book and carrying it to the bookshelf. “Now, I believe we have one more item of business,” he made his way to the collection of stuffed animals that were gathered in the corner of her room. “Who would you like to keep you company tonight?”

Eleanor’s eyes traveled through the crowd, her index finger tapping against her lips as she contemplated her selection. Her movements halted, and her smile grew upon making her decision, “Hunny Bunny please.”

“Excellent choice.” Liam turned to the pile searching for the golden rabbit. He moved the other animals around, trying to locate it. “Hmm… she doesn’t seem to be here.”

“But where is she, Daddy?” Eleanor looked at her father with tired, sad eyes.

“I’m… well, I’m not sure, princess. Where do you last remember having her?” He made his way around the room, looking anywhere Hunny Bunny could possibly be hiding.

“I… I don’t know.” Eleanor replied through her sniffles. “Daddy, please find her.”

Liam looked up at his daughter, her eyes were beginning to water, and her chin was trembling. He knew between Eleanor being tired, and wanting her toy, a meltdown would be inevitable if they didn’t find this rabbit.

“Oh Eleanor, don’t cry.” He rushed to his daughter’s side. “Why don’t we ask Mommy if she has seen Hunny Bunny?” Eleanor rubbed her eyes as she nodded at her father. He kissed her on the forehead before going to the door. “Riley, love, could you come here for a moment?” He called down the hallway.

Riley entered the room to find Liam consoling a crying Eleanor. “What happened here?” She said as she approached the pair, placing a comforting hand on Eleanor’s back. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“We can’t find Hunny Bunny.” Eleanor cried before falling into her mother’s arms.

Riley looked up at Liam and she could see the worry in his face. “Okay, it’s all okay. Let’s just calm down here. She has to be somewhere, she didn’t get up and hop away.”

“When do you remember seeing her with it last?” Liam asked Riley as she continued to console her daughter.

She racked her brain, thinking back over the past couple of days, trying to picture everywhere they went, when it suddenly hit her. “Ramsford! She wanted to show Bartie, so she brought it when we were there for lunch the other day.” Riley put her hands on Eleanor’s shoulders and pulled her back gently. “Eleanor, I’m going to go call Uncle Max to see if Hunny is there, okay?”

Eleanor nodded as she rubbed her eyes. Riley stood from the bed and pulled her phone out of her back pocket as she stepped into the hallway.

“Hey Riley!” Maxwell greeted her on the second ring.

“Max, thank god! We have a bit of an emergency.”

“What’s wrong? Who’s coming for the throne now?”

Riley chuckled at his response, which helped ease her concern about the issue. After everything they had been through, if the worst thing to happen to them is a lost stuffed animal, then everything was going to be just fine. “It’s nothing like that. Eleanor can’t find her Hunny Bunny. I think we may have left it there.”

“Oh yeah, she’s here. I’ll bring it tomorrow when we come for the festival.”

“Actually, could you just give it to Drake? I’m sure he won’t mind dropping it off on his way home.” There was silence on the other end of the line. “Max? Are you still there?”

“I’m here, but Drake’s not.”

“But he said he was having dinner with Savannah tonight.”

“Nope, he hasn’t been by in a couple of weeks actually.”

“Man, I knew he was being shady!”

“Wait, what do you mean? What’s going on?”

“I’ll fill you in tomorrow. For now, please please bring Hunny Bunny with you tomorrow.”

“You bet, see you then!”

Riley hung up the phone and took a deep breath before returning to her daughter’s room. Without Eleanor’s stuffed animal of choice, it was going to be a long night.

***

The next day, the royal family walked through the crowd greeting people, and exploring everything the festival had to offer.

“I get what you’re saying,” Riley said to Liam. “But he’s not just not telling us stuff, he’s straight up lying to us. That’s not a Drake thing.”

Liam looked at his wife thoughtfully. “That’s true. As much as he’s kept to himself, I’ve never known him to lie to me.”

“So, we can confront him and ask him what’s going on?”

“Uncle Drake!” Eleanor’s excited shout pulled Liam and Riley’s attention. They looked ahead and saw Drake approaching them.

“Hey, kiddo.” Drake smiled as he lifted Eleanor into a hug.

As Eleanor and Drake greeted each other, Liam and Riley had a conversation with their eyes. Liam pleaded with Riley not to confront him, to which she agreed.

“So Eleanor, how would you like some cotton candy?” Drake asked.

The princess’s eyes went wide as she turned to her parents for permission. Liam and Riley chuckled at her hopeful expression. “Mommy, Daddy, please?” Eleanor begged. “I’ll bring some back for baby David.”

“That’s very sweet of you, princess,” Liam leaned in, kissing his daughter on the cheek. “But babies can’t eat cotton candy.”

“That’s right, baby girl,” Riley added. “So why don’t you just go ahead and eat extra for your brother?”

Eleanor cheered and jumped up and down in excitement. “Come on, Uncle Drake!” She grabbed his hand and rushed him toward the food vendors.

A while later, Riley was mercifully pulled away from a conversation with Hakim and Joelle Theron when David started crying from his stroller. She excused herself, and once she was out of their earshot, she thanked her son profusely for his timing.

“Riley! Riley, wait up!” Maxwell called as he rushed to catch up with his friend.

“Diaper emergency Max, no time.” She replied, just as he fell into step with her.

The pair stepped into the palace and into a small sitting area. As Riley set up a makeshift diaper station on a nearby table, Maxwell bounced on his heels behind her.

“Riley, you’re never going to guess what I saw?”

Riley recoiled back as she opened David’s soiled diaper. “Ugh, it can’t be any worse than this.”

“I think I know what’s going on with Drake.”

Riley turned to face Maxwell. “Spill right now, Beaumont.”

***

The next day, as the Royal Council meeting let out, Liam caught Drake before he could slip out, and invited him back to his office for a drink. As soon as they walked in the office, Liam’s desk chair slowly turned, revealing Riley, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Welcome, Drake.” She said as she rested her elbows on the desk, steepling her fingers in front of her.

Liam pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. When he and Riley talked about confronting Drake, they agreed that they would speak to him rationally. His wife appeared to have other plans.

“What’s up with you, weirdo?” Drake asked at Riley’s dramatic display.

Liam invited Drake to sit before stepping to the bar cart and making two drinks. He handed one to Drake before stepping around the desk and standing beside his wife. “Drake, we wanted to talk to you. To make sure you were alright.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He responded. “Why would you ask?”

“Because you’re a big fat liar!” Riley blurted out. Liam placed a hand on her shoulder at the outburst as Drake’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Drake,” Liam interjected. “The other night, when you told us that you were going to Ramsford, Riley spoke with Maxwell, and he told her you hadn’t been there.”

“Hold on,” Drake stood from his chair. “You guys are checking up on me?”

“Not intentionally. We lost one of Eleanor’s toys, and I called Maxwell to find it.” Riley crossed her arms over her chest. “And don’t try to turn this around on us.”

“Love, stand down.” Liam leaned down, kissing her on the cheek before turning back to Drake. “Drake, we’re just worried about you. You know we don’t mind that you keep to yourself, but it’s not like you to lie.”

Drake let out a deep breath as he fell back into his chair, finishing off the rest of his drink. “I’m sorry you guys. I didn’t mean to worry you, I just needed some time to myself for a while.”

“Well that’s another lie.” Riley scoffed, Drake arched a brow at her. “You have a girlfriend!”

Drake’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. “How did you…”

“Maxwell saw you canoodling at the festival yesterday.” She responded. “What’s wrong with her? Why don’t you want to show her off? Does she have an eyepatch? Pegleg? Hook hand?”

Liam and Drake both froze and stared at Riley curiously.

“What the fuck, Brooks?” Drake finally broke the silence.

“Love, I don’t think Drake is seeing a pirate.”

“Sorry, Eleanor’s been on a real Peter Pan kick. I’ve got pirates on the brain.” She shrugged.

“Riley, can you give Drake and I a moment alone?” Liam asked.

Riley stood from the chair, and moved to leave the office, pausing before she opened the door and turning back to her husband and her friend. “I just want the chance to be there for you the way you always have for me.” Before Drake could respond, she was gone.

“I’m sorry, Drake.” Liam apologized as he sat in his chair. “I didn’t mean for this to be an attack on you.”

“It’s alright,” Drake shrugged. “And for the record, I’m sorry I lied to you guys.”

The pair sat in comfortable silence for a moment. Liam finished off his drink and stood, tilting his chin toward Drake’s glass. He nodded, affirming that he wanted a refill. Liam took the glasses and took them to the bar cart.

“So,” Liam began as he refilled their drinks, “What’s her name?”

“Alyssa, Alyssa Devereaux.” He said. Even with his back to his friend, Liam could hear the smile in his voice.

“You’re happy?” Liam asked as he handed Drake his drink.

“I am Li, she’s amazing. I never expected to fall as hard as I did.”

Liam nodded as he returned to his seat, placing his drink down in front of him. “Why wouldn’t you want to share that happiness with your friends?”

Drake shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you, it’s just,” he trailed off, trying to find the best way to explain what he was feeling. “This whole world, the court, nobles, all that, it’s a lot. I know what it can do to an outsider, I wanted to protect her from it.”

“That’s reasonable, I understand wanting to protect someone you care about, you know that.” Drake nodded in response. “But Drake, if this is something that you see as long term, it’s an inevitability that you will need to start introducing her into this whole world. As much as I know it pains you to admit it, you are a part of the court.”

“Yeah, you’re right. There are just so many things that could go wrong. I don’t want to lose her, Liam.”

Liam smiled, he had known Drake his whole life, and he had never talked about a girl like this. He had it bad, and it was painfully obvious. “Why don’t you ease her into it. She doesn’t have to dive into it all at once.”

“What do you mean?” Drake asked.

“Introduce her to people that will be at court functions ahead of time. That way, she will have allies to turn to if she gets uneasy.”

Drake arched a brow. “Allies like the king and queen?”

“If you’re going to have allies, it doesn’t hurt for them to be at the top.” Liam grinned sheepishly.

Drake let out a deep breath. “I guess I can’t keep her hidden forever.”

“Wonderful!” Liam exclaimed. “You should bring her by for dinner this weekend. Just a small, unofficial get together. We’ll do it in our quarters, Riley will cook. Completely informal, just your friends meeting your… girlfriend?” Drake nodded, confirming Alyssa’s title.

“I guess that sounds alright. I mean, if it’s just you guys, I can’t imagine what could go wrong.”

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@amandablink @custaroonie @jared2612

TRR:

@21-wishes @ao719 @belencha77 @burnsoslow @lovingchoices14 @the0afnan @xpandass420x

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