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angelasscribbles · 1 year

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Birthday Spanking: A Bad Romance One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Max

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: BDSM D/s dynamic, bondage, erotic spanking. Language.

Word Count: 2,581

A/N: Back in September 2022 @harleybeaumont made a request for "subby secretary Max". It only took me six months to write it. She also gets credit for the pic below as she sent it to me for inspiration.

A/N2: Here's a link just in case anyone is interested in learning more about erotic spanking and why it's pleasurable to some people.

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley walked the secretary of finance to the door of her office, “Thank you, Lord Herron,” she ushered him out as he nodded and tried to continue the conversation.

She pushed the door closed and leaned on it, breathing out a sigh of relief. Lord Archibald Herron was a lot. Like, really a lot. He was at least ninety years old, and would not retire. He talked a lot, had outdated ideas, and took forever to tell a story.

She was exhausted from the encounter and stressed the fuck out. She glanced up at the ornate Lewisburg wall clock on her wall. She had time to kill before her next appointment.

She knew exactly how to relieve her stress.

She pulled the door open to peer into the outer office. Her eyes landed on Max, who was rifling through a file cabinet for something.

“Max!” She called out, “Come in here, now! I have something to dictate to you!”

Max looked up from his filing, “Oh, um, yes, okay, coming!” He swiftly grabbed a steno pad and pencil from his desk as he walked past it.

“Hold all my calls,” Riley told the receptionist as she stood back and let Max through then she pushed the door shut and turned the lock. It was Max’s birthday and she had something special planned.

Max, completely unsuspecting, took a seat in the chair in front of the desk and flipped the steno pad open, “Okay, what are you dictating?”

Riley sauntered across the room and pulled herself up onto the edge of the desk, crossing her legs as she did so. One hand moved up her thigh, sliding her skirt up, revealing thigh-high stockings, “To whom it may concern, the queen needs to be…handled.”

Max glanced up at her, then back down at the steno pad clutched in his hand. He blinked then his head jerked back up as he realized what she was saying.

When his eyes found her again, she was sitting on edge of her desk, dangling a pair of handcuffs from her fingertips.

His eyes dipped down to trace up her legs, taking in the top of the stocking and the attached garter belt before making their way up her curves to lock on her face. His mouth went dry, “How may I be of service, Your Majesty?”

“You can get over here and let me cuff you. Now.”

The sharpness of her command sent a frisson of excitement through him as he bolted out of the chair, steno pad and pencil falling forgotten to the ground as he hurried to do her bidding.

“Turn around.” She ordered.

He complied without a sound, spinning to place his back to her and bringing his wrists together. He felt the cold metal encircle both wrists and heard them click as they snapped into place.

She tugged on each one making sure they were snug but not too tight. “Spin.”

When he turned back to face her, she was wearing a seductive smile and twirling a very familiar collar in her hand. It was black studded leather with an O ring in the front and a locking buckle in the back. He vividly remembered the day she had placed it around his neck for the first time. The day she had collared him had been the happiest day of his life.

A collaring ceremony is just as meaningful as a wedding ceremony in many circles. It meant he belonged to her, but more than that, it meant that she made a commitment to him. The collar was as symbolic as a wedding band and having her place it around his neck in front of witnesses had brought him a sense of belonging and security.

The fact that she was dangling it in front of him as he stood in her office in the middle of the day with his hands cuffed behind his back told him that she was ready to play. A shiver ran through his body as he let his eyes dip down to her legs and trek slowly back upward again.

“Kneel,” she commanded.

He made and held direct eye contact as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her, “Yes, my queen.”

A shudder of pleasure ran through her at the way he made the honorific sound so sexual, “Good boy,” she crooned as she placed the collar around his neck.

He bowed his head so she could buckle it, “You’re every wish is my fervent command, Your Majesty. I live to please you.”

“Glad to hear it,” she told him as she slid the hem of her skirt higher, revealing her lack of panties, “Your tongue between my legs would please me very much right now.”

He crawled forward on his knees and, unable to use his hands which were cuffed behind him, nudged her legs further apart using his head and lapped a soft, warm line up her center.

Her fingers twisted in his hair as she scooted closer to the edge of the desk and wrapped her legs around his neck, “God, yes….” The day’s tension melted right out of her body.

Max on his knees in front of her never disappointed.

His tongue was warm and soft as it twirled and flicked at her center, trailing sparks in its wake as it worked. Up and down, side to side, in and out, round and round, not a single spot was neglected.

Heat suffused her body as tension coiled and tightened inside her. She tried to push his head back to draw it out, but he surged forward forcing her over the edge. Her body arched off the desk and into his mouth as her repressed screams filtered out as moans and gasps. “Fuck, yes, Max!” Her fingers tightened in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the crashing waves of ecstasy as he licked her through the orgasm.

When she was done, she gently pushed him away as she scooted back on the desk, tugging her skirt back into place. “Good boy,” she told him as she slid off the desk, “Now stand up, I have something for you.”

She helped him to his feet since he couldn’t use his hands to help himself. She laid gentle kisses along his back as she uncuffed him.

“What is it?” he rubbed his wrists, an anticipatory thrill slipping through him.

“Did you think I had forgotten it’s your birthday?” She smirked at him as she rummaged around in the oversized tote she had brought to the office that morning.

“N-no…” he replied carefully, “We have plans for dinner tonight and we’re going to the peacock show tomorrow….”

“Oh, but you haven’t had your birthday spanking yet, have you?”

Max closed his eyes and groaned as a shiver of eager excitement ran through him, “No my queen, I have not.”

“Well, we have to correct that,” she told him as her eyes ran up and down his body with a predatory glint, “so drop those pants, turn around, put your hands on the desk, and bend over.”

He locked eyes with her as he slowly unbuckled his pants, “Yes, Your Majesty,” he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his pants and underwear, pushing them down to tangle around his ankles, then he turned, leaned over and placed both hands on the top of the highly polished mahogany executive desk.

Riley laid several implements on the desk in front of him. A slapper paddle with cut-out hearts carved into the leather, a flogger with soft metallic silver fronds, a crop with a split tipped top and textured handle, a black leather whip, and a small satin and leather spanking paddle.

Max felt his cock stiffen as his eyes swept across their toys. Riley’s fingers ghosted across his back as she leaned down, put her mouth to his ear, and whispered, “Your choice, my sweet, perfect, subby boy toy.”

“Fuck!” Max sucked in an audible gasp as he felt his dick throb. Precum oozed out of the tip as his heart rate spiked.

“Well? Which one?”

His eyes moved from one to the next. Each implement had its draw. The slapper paddle would make a loud, satisfying noise, but didn’t do much in the way of delivering the sharp sting he craved. The flogger would sting nicely and leave pretty red welts to remind him of the encounter, but it was quiet. The crop was perhaps the best of both worlds, providing a satisfying whoosh as it moved through the air, a resounding thwack when it made contact with his ass and the welts would last for days. The whip was too much for the middle of the afternoon. He wanted to be able to walk normally when he left her office. The spanking paddle was entirely too quiet and entirely too gentle.

“The crop,” he decided.

“Are you sure?” She picked up the spanking paddle and ran the satin side across his rear.

He swallowed thickly, “I’m sure.”

“Hm,” she replaced the paddle and picked up the flogger, trailing the fronds lightly down his back.

A shiver ran through him as goosebumps erupted from head to toe.

“What do we say?” she prompted.

“Please,” he responded immediately.

“Please, what?”

“Please spank me, my queen.”

Riley replaced the flogger on the desk and hefted the crop in her hand, debating which way to go with it. A heavy hand or a light hand would deliver different results. She could create a multitude of sensations with the impact toy, from sensuous light caresses to sharp stinging bites.

“I know what you like, Max,” She purred as she leaned her body across his back and reached around to take him firmly in her hand, stroking up and down.

Max squeezed his eyes tightly shut, his entire body trembling, “Fuck, Riley, I’m so close already.”

She released him and stepped back, her free hand smacking him on the ass before bringing the crop down onto the tender flesh of his backside. It made a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

He jerked as the leather bit into him, delivering its stinging kisses. His hands grasped the edge of the desk tightly, the wood digging into his palms. “Oh! Riley!”

Every thwack pushed him closer to the edge.

Thwack!

His fingers pushed harder against the desktop.

Thwack!

His teeth sank into his lower lip as he muffled a grunt of pleasure.

Thwack!

His erection throbbed.

Thwack!

Darkness clouded the edges of his vision as he lost the battle to stay quiet. A high-pitched whine started in the back of his throat.

“I love you, Max,” the words dripped like honey from her lips as she brought the crop down again.

Thwack!

That was it, his hands lost purchase and he toppled forward onto the desktop, guttural cries ripped from him as his body convulsed, his cock pulsing and spewing streams of milky wetness all over the front of the desk, the floor, and his own pants that were still tangled around his ankles.

A shiver ran down his spine, his whole body tingled, and pinpricks of euphoria erupted across his scalp. He slid off the desk onto the floor, kneeling on all fours as he gasped for breath.

Riley tossed the crop onto the desk and sat down next to him, drawing his head into her lap. She ran her fingers gently through his hair, “How are you doing, my sweet boy?”

“I’m doing great!” He relaxed, lying on the office floor, his mind blissfully blank as he reveled in the sensation of floating off into the ether.

She moved his head from her lap so she could stretch out next to him on the floor, snuggling close to him. They exchanged soft kisses and loving caresses as quiet expressions of love were murmured back and forth.

“You stay there,” she told him as she stretched and sat up.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere, I’ll be right back.”

She stepped around the desk and returned a moment later with a small bottle in her hand. Max lay on the floor, chin propped on his folded arms as Riley tenderly applied a soothing aloe vera cream to his reddened bottom, “You should take the rest of the day off and go take a nice warm bath.”

“Mm-uh,” he shook his head, “I want to stay.”

“You want to stay at work on your birthday?” she laughed in surprise.

“I want to stay near you, my everything. Always.”

“All right,” her voice held amusement, but her eyes were filled with warmth as she recapped the bottle, “Have it your way.”

He heaved a sigh, “Speaking of work, I should get out of here before your next appointment arrives.”

“They can wait,” she told him as she stood, “What are they gonna do? I’m the queen!”

“Thank you,” he pushed onto all fours, climbed to his feet, and pulled his pants gingerly back up.

“You don’t have to thank me,” she smirked at him, “I got as much out of it as you did and it’s your birthday!”

“I’m still getting dinner and the peacock show though, right?”

Riley tilted her back as a laugh burst out of her, “Oh, my God, Max, yes!”

Without any spoken instructions or discussion between them, Max retrieved a towel from the attached bathroom and cleaned up the mess while Riley put away the toys. They worked quickly, falling easily into their familiar routine, even though they weren’t in their usual place.

When they were done, Riley ran a hand down his face, “Happy Birthday, sweet boy,” she whispered, bringing her lips to his.

Their tongues tangled together for a few brief moments then Max pulled away with a grin, “See you tonight!”

He was almost at the door when her voice stopped him.

“Max, wait!” Riley rushed to catch up with him, “You forgot to take off your collar!”

“Oh, this?” he grinned as his fingers slid across the supple leather at his neck, “I’m keeping it on.”

“You’re not worried about what people will think?”

“Since when have I ever cared what people think?” he scoffed, “Besides, they probably all heard me in here screaming like a little bitch anyway.”

“Those were very manly screams, Max,” she corrected him.

“Glad you think so,” he took the opportunity to pull her into his arms for one last kiss.

Riley giggled as she let herself be jerked forward into his grasp.

He nuzzled into the side of her neck playfully before bringing his lips to hers and melting into the kiss. An incredible sense of contentment spread over him.

He had an entire birthday weekend planned. Tonight was dinner with his closest friends and family, tomorrow was the peacock show with Riley followed by a huge party. Sunday he was spending the day with Liam. But even if there were no parties, no dinners, and no celebrations, this was already the best birthday he’d ever had.

It was his first birthday with Riley and the first one spent with Liam as a couple. He had the man that he loved and the woman that he loved and by some miracle, they both loved him back. There was literally nothing else on earth that he wanted or needed. He was happy, he was content, and he was beyond grateful for the life they’d built together.

He still wanted to see the peacocks though.

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angelasreblogs · 11 months

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Weekly Update

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maxwell-beaumont-appreciation · 1 year

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Maxwell Beaumont's Birthday!

Max cordially invites you to his birthday extravaganza! Please RSVP by submitting a fic, drabble, or artwork featuring Max's birthday!

We have placed Max's birthday as March 20th based on the premium scene in TRR book 2, chapter 12 where he says he could be either a Pieces or an Aries.

RULES:

All mediums accepted! Fanfiction, fan art, mood boards, HC's, whatever you've got!

Must be themed/centered around Max's birthday.

You must tag @maxwell-beaumont-appreciation

The deadline is 11:59 p.m. CST on March 19th, 2023.

Please reach out to this blog, @angelasscribbles or @harleybeaumont with any questions or suggestions!

#maxwell beaumont #Max's birthday #trr maxwell

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wariocompany · 6 days

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Like actually in general my parents never just. bought me video games unprompted. I listen to Scott the Woz talk about his parents buying him games and Nintendo Power subscriptions just for no reason and I'm like. ?????? Families do that?

#I know mine was better for my development and growingn up to value money and shit I guess #But it meant I had like. Max 5 games. ever #When I first met Ken he asked me if I had played all these nintendo games ajd I just lied and said yes #I got like. Mario Kart for my birthday and stuff. Never got a home console or anything

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ketc7 · 3 months

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That time of the year for a certain blue haired punk— Happy birthday, Chloe! 🦋

#Life is Strange #pricefield #chloe price #max caulfield #max x chloe #my art #happy birthday chloe i hope u get all the affection from max #would draw a more rendered work if i got the time but alas. better than nothing tho #hope yall enjoy this little thing instead <33 #stay safe!

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narnour-momo-007 · 3 months

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birfday

they matching

#sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance police #my art #narnour's art #this is kinda rushed #didn't want to miss his birthday again

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francorchampignon · 2 years

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I really picked the wrong weekend to be at a music festival with very limited Internet access...

#grand prix #e-prix #max's birthday #bankai meets the bambis #quadrant merch launch #seb retiring #alonso to am #it's all a bit much tbh

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dailykafka · 2 months

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— March 26, 1911 / Franz Kafka diaries

[Draft of a letter to Max Brod for his birthday on May 27]

#writing a happy birthday letter a month in advance for your best friend is…#franz kafka #daily kafka #franz kafka diaries #quotes #alt text #letters #max brod

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2btheanswertothequestion · 1 year

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(part 3 of November Paramedic; part 2 is here.)

When Gareth mentioned a plan to locate Eddie’s paramedic in shining armor, Eddie assumed it'd be him getting into various accidents all over Indianapolis. It's something the little shit would've found funny, okay! But, Gareth's plan is much less hazardous and slightly more logical: lurk around the university until they spot him. Like a pair of drug dealers trying to tempt the goody-two-shoes protagonist into addiction and sin on an 80s Saturday morning cartoon.

It's not the simplest task since they don't know when Steve might be there. Also, other responsibilities mean they can only spare so many hours loitering. So, thirteen days post-hatching plan and nineteen days post-meeting Steve (not that Eddie's been counting or anything), with nothing to show for their ethically questionable behavior, Eddie is ready to give up. Especially since both of them have a rare simultaneous day off. Usually, those are spent jamming, smoking, playing D&D… literally anything other than this.

"This is fucking stupid," he says, cigarette clenched between his teeth. "We're not gonna run into him."

"Sure we are," Gareth says. He drops his butt among the dozens they've chain-smoked and lights another without meeting Eddie's gaze. "We're getting closer. I can feel it."

"The only thing you're feeling is delusional. It's time to give up."

"Eddie, c'mon-"

"Nope." One last drag and Eddie stomps out his cig. "Fuck this; I'm out."

He stalks toward his van at the far end of the parking lot. Gareth curses before running after him.

"Dude!" he exclaims, jogging to keep up with Eddie's longer strides. "You can't just give up! What about what you said-"

"I was being stupid. What was I even imagining? We orchestrate another meeting and, what, I use my freakish wiles and seduce him? And then we'll live happily ever after…" Eddie shakes his head. "It doesn't work like that. He'd probably turn out to be a douche anyhow."

"No, listen!" Gareth seizes Eddie's arm and yanks him to a stop in the middle of the lot. "You always do this. Self-sabotage and cut things short, even when there's potential."

Eddie scoffs. "You know what else always happens? I end up liking them more than they like me. It's not fun."

"You don't know it'll be like that this time. You have to try."

"No."

Eddie takes a step back. He's done; he's out. Gareth reaches for his wrist to pull him back in. He jerks away, almost losing his footing and stumbling into the burgundy car behind him. Gareth's arms shoot out to help, but Eddie steadies himself before crashing. For a second, silence reigns as they assure everyone's on solid ground. Then Eddie opens his mouth to once and for all-

"Eddie? Gareth?"

Their heads snap to the side, eyes landing on… Max? Looking unusually dressy in high-waisted shorts and a fitted top under an oversized jacket, and her hair in a high ponytail. She's got her skateboard under her arm, a messenger bag with a textbook sticking out, and a confused furrow between her eyebrows.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

Fuck. They can't tell her the truth – she'll never let him live it down. Fortunately, Gareth realizes this too, because he says:

"Uh, I go to school here? What are you doing here? The math building is way over there."

She rolls her eyes and leans on the burgundy car. It's a shiny BMW M5 – the limited anniversary edition. Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie almost dented that thing! It's worth more than his life. And Max is slouching against it like it's nothing. He could warn her not to scratch it, but she's unlikely to care; she's always been metal that way.

"Waiting for my friends," she says. "We have dinner on Tuesdays."

Eddie's ears ignite. Dinner? With friends? While wearing what's basically a date outfit?

"Ooohhh…" he says, sharing a grin with Gareth. "And do these friends include someone special?"

She shrugs, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"C'mon, Red! You're killing me! I need to know if he's good enough for you."

His fingers hover over her ponytail, as if to tug at it. She slaps his hand away.

"You're annoying."

He laughs. This terrible day just became infinitely better. He won't rest until he gets what he wants – or until she punches him, which'll probably come first. He's about to tell her so when a voice calls her name. Both turn to look, and…

It's a boy Max's age. He's beaming and waving, quickening his steps toward her. She smiles too, almost shyly, as she waves back. It's the perfect opportunity for teasing, if Eddie's day hadn't just become infinitely better.

His tongue is heavy, his skin is itching, his heart is bruising his ribs from the inside. Sweat is gathering in his pits and it's getting a little hard to breathe. Because walking half a pace behind the boy, carrying a huge duffel with such ease it might actually be stuffed with feathers, is… is…

"Yesssss!" Gareth hisses next to him. He may also be fist-pumping. Eddie isn't looking.

"Hey!" The boy stops in front of Max. "Sorry, practice ran late."

"It's okay," she says, cooler than ice, though her eyes are glittering. "I just got here."

She says something else, or maybe the boy does? It's all background noise, because Steve has caught up. Steve, in jeans and a polo that must've been tailored to his exact measurements because oooooooooohhhh boy. Steve, unshouldering the bag, muscles shifting and straining under his shirt with the movement. Steve, smiling, his golden eyes flying over Eddie.

"Hey! Eddie and Gareth, right?"

Eddie draws a sharp breath. He remembers!

"Y-Yeah!" he squeaks, hands fluttering to either wave or shake hands, ultimately doing neither. "Hi! You're here!"

"I am," Steve says, casual, as if inane conversations with former patients happen on the regular.

(It better not – Eddie doesn't do well in competitive settings.)

Max, keen eyes darting between them, asks, "You know each other?"

"Met at work," Steve says. "Or, I was working and he…"

"Ah." Max taps her temple. "That."

"How do you know them?" the boy asks her.

She points at Eddie. "Neighbor. And that's the guy who dumpster dives outside our apartment building."

Gareth flips her off. Eddie would laugh, but he's busy pretending he doesn't know what Steve looks like shirtless. It's hard (pun slowly growing more relevant) – his gaze keeps dropping to the polo's undone top button. Steve is just as gorgeous out of uniform, and now Eddie's thighs are tingling with want. He could stare at him forever…

Unfortunately, 'forever' is cut short by a woman arriving in a flurry. Wait, no. 'Flurry' implies some sort of graceful whimsy, while this person… she's a hurricane crashing into a house.

"Sorry I'm late! Nielsen wouldn't stop talking and got angry when people started leaving because it's an important lecture so this girl called him out for not keeping time because he goes on all these tangents and he said they're interesting tidbits and she said it's disrespecting our time and-" She pauses for breath. "You don't care, do you?"

Max, Steve, and the boy shake their heads.

"Right. Sorry." The woman turns to Eddie and Gareth. "Hi! I'm Robin. And you are?"

"My neighbor and his friend. Steve treated his concussion," Max rattles off, glaring at them. "You didn't answer my question: why are you here?"

Gareth frowns. "I told you," he says, pointing at the building. "School." He points at himself. "Student."

Max glares harder. "You don't have class on Tuesdays. And Eddie doesn't go here at all."

"I had stuff I needed to drop off."

"Is tagging along a crime? Jesus."

Max doesn't reply, though her glare remains.

Robin hums. "Okay, so this is super-enjoyable, I love just standing around, but I'm starving, so…" She looks at Steve, who nods.

"Yeah, we're going," he says, but neither moves. He glances at Eddie, which makes her glance at Eddie, and then they make a series of eyebrow-movements at each other, ending in a shared smile. Steve asks, "Have you guys eaten yet?"

Eddie shakes his head, pulse racing. Is this going where he thinks it is?

"D'you wanna come with? There's this diner we like…"

Holyshityesitis!

"Yeah!" Fuck, too eager. "I mean, uh, sure, sounds good."

"Cool." Grinning, Steve clicks a remote car key; the burgundy BMW beeps. What the fuck? How high is a paramedic's salary?! "Did you drive here?"

"I, uh…" Eddie falters. Shit, wasn't he supposed to? It's been three weeks and he feels fine – he thought he was in the green!

"Nope! I did!" Gareth says, 'proving' it by hauling his house keys from his pocket and jingling them.

Steve nods. "Should be safe for you to drive again, but the less strain you put on your brain, the better. Even a mild concussion isn't anything to sneeze at."

"Y-Yeah, I've been taking it easy. Basically done nothing. Until now."

Max snorts. Eddie is going to pour coffee through her mail slot.

They decide Eddie and Gareth will follow Steve's car to the diner, since Steve can't fit all of them (the real reason he asked if they drove here, duh). It's good because Eddie gets the chance to panic/gush/collect himself in the privacy of his van. It's bad because Gareth drives, lest their fib be revealed. Gareth spends the ten-minute journey gloating about driving Eddie's beloved girl, interspersed with 'I told you so!'s.

The diner is cozy, all wooden furniture and sepia photographs on the walls. A graying waitress who smells like tobacco directs them to a booth and takes their orders. An awkward silence then falls as they wait for someone to speak.

The boy clears his throat. "My name is Lucas, by the way. I don't think I said." After shaking his hand and introducing themselves, Lucas says to Eddie, "I think Max has mentioned you."

"Oh yeah? I've been dying for her to mention y- Ow!"

Eddie rubs where Max kicked his shin. Her glare is murderous. Lucas is blushing happily, though.

"So, what d'you guys do?" Robin asks.

Right. Time to small-talk like adults. Eddie gets his job as a mechanic out of the way, then gives the word to Gareth, who tells them he's a creative writing major. Robin turns out to be getting a masters in linguistics and Lucas studies biology.

"I don't actually know what I want to do, but biology feels broad enough to give me options, y'know? I can go to med school, or forensics, or, I don't know, paleontology?" he says. Max glows brighter with every word that comes out of his mouth. Cute.

This then segues into talking about their friends, who by the sound of it lead incredibly interesting lives.

"Dustin's at MIT, Mike's at Oxford, Will's in San Francisco…" Lucas says, counting on his fingers.

Max interjects, "El's in Africa building houses and teaching kids English."

"Erica is still at home, finishing high school and drowning in early acceptance letters to, like, every Ivy League there is," Steve says with a look of pure pride.

"Nancy and Jonathan – they're our age – are chasing scoops in Afghanistan… " Robin says.

"... and Argyle is also in California," Lucas finishes.

Eddie whistles. "And here we are, still in Indianapolis."

"Dude, I'm surprised I got this far," Steve says. "Wouldn't've managed without her."

He jerks a thumb in Robin's direction, who preens at the acknowledgment. Robin's cool, Eddie decides. Garrulous but fun and nice… and verrrrrrrrry close to Steve. The kind of close where they're always in each other's space. Where they wordlessly transfer food between their plates. Where Steve unceremoniously wipes a speck of ketchup off Robin's chin after she repeatedly fails to get it. They're comfortable, but not necessarily romantically affectionate. Like they're siblings rather than lovers.

(Dear God, if you are in heaven, let them be siblings.)

Conversation flows. They joke around, tell stories, swap opinions. Robin gets passionate about tonal shifts when stage shows are adapted to film, and Eddie tries not to stare at Steve's mouth as he eats. And then, once their plates are cleaned and they're waiting for dessert, Gareth leans his elbows on the table and fixes Steve with a purposeful look.

"I figured out where I've seen you before."

Eddie stiffens.

Steve blinks. "At campus, right?"

"Thought so, but no. I realized it's actually…" Gareth chuckles. "It's ridiculous, but uh, my mom had this calendar…"

Steve recoils, red flooding his face. Robin, Lucas, and Max shriek in delight, Robin grabbing Steve's arm and shaking it as he hides behind his hands.

"And my mom," Gareth says between bursts of laughter, "she's shameless, all right? She kept it in our kitchen. So during, what was it, November?"

"November," Steve confirms, muffled.

"For 30 days, if I wanted to check the date or make a notation… I saw you."

Tears stream down Robin's face, she's laughing so hard. She and Max have started chanting 'Slut! Slut! Slut!' at the still crimson Steve.

"You don't understand," Lucas says, gesturing for emphasis. "We've been waiting for someone to come up and say 'hey, weren't you…?' for years. Thank you so much!"

"Hey, thank my mom," Gareth says. Eddie's quite stunned he'd throw his own mother under the bus like that. She's a really nice person, too!

"Makes sense," Max says. "Moms love Steve."

"All parents do," Lucas says.

Cackling, Robin pinches Steve's cheek. "Gotta hide your mom and your dad around Steve!"

Steve bats her off, flushed but smiling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You got your wish, now shut it."

That only makes the three restart the chant to ridicule him for his harlotry. Steve's indignant squawk that 'it was for charity!' merely has everyone laugh more.

And Eddie? Well. As he sits beholding this man who works as a paramedic and drives a luxury car, who models for charity and allows his friends to mock him for it, who blushes and giggles when they lovingly call him a whore…

All Eddie can think is that he's in fucking trouble.

Afterward, it only makes sense for Eddie to drive Max home. Steve shakes his hand outside the diner, saying it was nice to see him again. Eddie, not knowing how to ask for Steve's contact info without seeming weird, agrees. He waits until the BMW drives off, then tells Gareth to get the fuck out of his seat. Gareth relocates to the backseat, whining since Max already called shotgun.

The initial minutes, they're quiet. Then Max turns to Gareth and says:

"When were you telling me Eddie is your mom?"

"Huh?"

"You said you knew about the calendar because of your mom. But that's not true."

The warmth drains from Eddie's face; his knuckles crack around the steering wheel. Gareth's expression is the epitome of 'oh shit' when he meets Eddie's gaze in the rear-view mirror.

"Yes, it is," Gareth says.

"It's not," Max says.

"It is!"

"It's not! The calendar was for 2021, and in November '21 you were a freshman and had already moved into the dorms! If your mom kept it in her kitchen, you wouldn't have seen it!"

She scowls at Gareth, mouth pinched and eyes flashing, daring him to contradict her.

Gareth swallows thickly. "It… wasn't for 2021."

"Yes, it was."

"How do you know?"

She puts her hands in her lap and lifts her chin, almost primly. Eddie gasps as the penny drops.

Gareth screams, "WHAT!"

"You have it?" Eddie cries. "Why do you have it?"

She scoffs. "You know why – you've seen his pecs."

"I don't- Okay, how're you so sure it's me?"

"Because you spent all of dinner looking like you wanted to crawl inside his mouth and live there." Her nose wrinkles. "At least I hope it was his mouth you want to crawl into-"

She's cut off by Gareth shouting "I can't hear you! Lalalalalalala-"

Eddie crumples in his seat. He's depleted of blood, air, life, everything. Behind, Gareth is grilling Max for information: are Steve and Robin together? Is Steve single? Is he queer?

Max replies: no, yes, and 'that's not for me to tell, moron'.

Gareth nods, satisfied. "That means he is. If he was straight, you'd say so." He slaps Eddie's arm. "You got a shot, man!"

"You… don't know that…" Eddie wheezes.

Max tuts, shaking her head. "You actually want to hit on my chauffeur."

"He prefers the term 'seduce'," Gareth says.

Eddie smacks his face into the steering wheel at the next red light.

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Thank you for reading 🖤

Part 4

#the entire conversation in the van - and the purpose of max's role - came to me late at night #and i was so excited i could barely sleep afterward #everything fell into place after that #steddie fic: november paramedic #steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington #gareth stranger things #max mayfield #my writing #ok so about the car:#(first off i want to admit i know nothing about cars)#in the show steve drives a bmw 733i. the car is gorgeous imo. however while luxurious at the time it's not expensive today.#so i looked up modern luxury cars and found the 30 jahre m5 - the limited edition from when bmw m5 celebrated 30yrs in 2014 #only 300 got made and only 30 were sold in the us. they were as you might imagine expensive.#so the story here is that steve got one for his 16th birthday (would've been in 2015 in this fic)#probably from a doting grandparent since i doubt his parents would've given something so expensive to a teen #fun fact: every 30 jahre m5 is colored 'frozen dark silver' (gray. they're fucking gray.)#but since it's NOT steve's car if it's not burgundy and since i've already erased covid's existence... i don't think this change matters

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“My whole attitude is that, when you work – I try as best I can to pretend I haven’t done anything before, just so that I don’t compare it to anything, because nothing can be like the other thing before it.” — JASON SCHWARTZMAN (born June 26, 1980)

#jason schwartzman #happy birthday to this legend! <3 #rushmore #fantastic mr. fox #the darjeeling limited #fargo #asteroid city #klaus #scott pilgrim vs the world #across the spider-verse #max fischer #josto fadda #augie steenbeck #gideon graves #the spot #filmedit #actoredit #mygifs #mygifs:jasonschwartzman

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rotaryphoam · 3 months

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happy birthday to one of my favorite hulking dog-men

#fanart #rkgk #my art #sam and max #sam and max fanart #sam and max freelance police #sam and max sam #sam and max max #what even are these tags #sam birthday #birthday sam #dog birthday #:D

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angelasscribbles · 1 year

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Mardi Gras Mayhem Chapter 7: Leo

Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each one in order!)

Fandom: TRR

Pairings: none, this is a guy’s weekend

Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell’s 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Synopsis: Leo strikes out at the bar and ends up in a precarious situation.

Word Count: 2,672

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Warning: language and lemons and possible murder attempt

This is part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts March 2023 prompt.

“Well, there’s no way we’re getting back on the other side of the street anytime soon,” Leo observed, “So we might as well make the most of it!”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on, Liam! Live a little! Tell him, Rashad!”

When he got no answer, he turned to look behind him, “Rashad?”

Rashad was nowhere to be found. “Huh,” Leo shrugged before grabbing Liam by the shoulder and hauling him into the nearest pub.

“Leo, should we try to find the rest of our group?”

“We will,” Leo assured him as he pulled him toward the bar, “Later!”

“But-“

“No buts, little bro! It’s time you learned to loosen up and have a good time!” Leo chuckled as he plunked himself down on a barstool and motioned the bartender over.

“Should we at least check in with Bastien? I’m sure the security team will be looking for us, I think they got stuck on the other side of the street.

“You know what?” Leo regarded him seriously, “You’re right!”

“I am?” Liam was surprised, Leo usually wasn’t very compliant about the rules they were given to help keep them safe.

“You are! Now give me your watch!” Leo turned and gave their order to the bartender, “Two bourbons and a pitcher of beer and a pair of scissors please!”

The barkeep didn’t question his request for scissors but Liam questioned his request for his watch, “Um…why?”

“Just hand it over, and I’ll show you.” He replied as he removed his own watch.

Liam reluctantly removed his Patek Philippe original and handed it over, “Could you just tell me what-“

“Perfect timing!” Leo crowed as the bartender delivered their drinks. He slid a glass of bourbon to his brother before tossing both watches into the pitcher of beer.

“Leo! What the hell?!” Liam reached for the pitcher, but Leo scooted it out of his reach and pointed to something behind Liam, “Is that Bas right there?”

Liam spun around to look, Leo quickly pulled the waistband of his pants out and the waistband of his underwear up. He snipped a piece of material before Liam could spin back around.

“What the fuck are you doing Leo?” Liam yelped.

“Freeing you from all the trackers!” He answered as he dropped a small tracking device to the floor and stomped on it.

“There are trackers in our underwear?”

“Well, yours, I ditched mine before we left the hotel!” Leo waggled his eyebrows at him, “I’m commando right now!”

“Leo, I want my watch back!” Liam reached for the container of beer.

Leo used one hand to keep the pitcher away from Liam as he reached for his drink with the other, “I’m doing this for your own good, bro!”

“But-“

“No buts!”

A group of women in pink t-shirts entered the bar and waded through a group of men in green t-shirts exiting the bar. Both sets of shirts bore phrases that all started with “most likely to”. There were shouts and laughter and high-fives as each group noticed the other.

Most of the women headed for a small private room in the back but one busty blonde headed to the bar, walking past Leo as she did. Her skin-tight pink t-shirt was emblazoned with the words, “most likely to get pregnant”, and Leo forgot to guard the pitcher as his head turned to follow her.

Liam dashed around his brother and seized the pitcher, plunging his hands in and rescuing the watches. He frantically dabbed them dry with napkins from the bar.

When Leo finally looked back he said, “Liam, you know there are tracking devices in those, right?”

“No, I didn’t know that but-“

Leo snatched both watches up with a sigh, “Just in case the beer didn’t short-circuit them….”

“Wait! Where are you going?” Liam tried to follow but was cut off by several of the loud rowdy women in pink t-shirts.

“Oh, you’re cute! Come with us!” One of them grabbed Liam by the arm and tugged him toward the back of the bar, away from Leo.

“Excuse me, sir!” Leo called out to the group of green t-shirted men that were headed to the door, “but may I ask where you’re going next?”

A lanky redheaded young man who appeared to be already a little inebriated pointed to the west, “headed back to my hotel, there’s a pool party going on! Might stop at a few more pubs first though.”

One of his companions pointed in the other direction, “Nah, the rest of us are going to catch the parade, then we’re-“

“You’re going in opposite directions? Even better!” Leo cried gleefully as he thrust a watch at each of them, “Happy Mardi Gras!”

“Hey, wow, thanks, man!” The redhead swayed a little as he strapped in on his wrist, “this looks real! Best Mardi Gras swag I’ve ever gotten!”

“You’re welcome! Enjoy!” Leo called as he watched the group exit the bar and split up, heading off in different directions.

Leo turned with a satisfied smile and made his way back toward the bar, meeting his brother halfway across the room.

“Leo!” Liam had finally managed to extricate himself from the woman and had made his way hastily toward his brother, “Did you just give away my watch? That was a Christmas gift from dad!”

“I’ll buy you another one,” Leo responded as he craned his neck and scanned the room, “Did you see a blonde with a pink t-shirt anywhere?”

“It was one of a kind!” Liam protested, “And yes, they’re having a bachelorette party in the back room.”

“How did you know that? Never mind, just take me to them!”

“Fine, follow me, but I’m calling Bas,” Liam pulled his phone out.

They were almost to the door of the back room when Leo caught sight of her at the bar with two of her friends, ordering drinks. He snatched the phone from Liam’s hand as he changed course, “See you later, Li! Thank me later!”

“Wait, what?” Liam tried to follow Leo but the brunette from earlier found him.

“There you are!” She yelled as she grabbed him, “What’s wrong? Aren’t we enough fun for you? There are fifteen about-to-be drunk and horny women back here!”

“Oh…I…uh…” he stumbled after her as she gripped his arm and started walking.

“Wait,” she stopped just outside the door, “you’re not gay, are you? I mean, it’s cool if you are but if you are then I guess you don’t care about-“

“What? No, I’m straight! Well, actually I might be a little b-“

“Oh, good!” She squealed as she yanked him through the door with her.

Leo sidled up to the bar in time to overhear the women talking, “….then I threw his shit out the window!”

“I warned you girl, I knew he was a loser when he invited you over for dinner and his mom cooked it!”

“We can’t all be as lucky as Priscilla; did you know her fiancé is a fucking CEO?”

“I heard Lydia’s boyfriend is some kind of minor nobility in his home country and-“

“Sorry, ladies,” Leo interrupted, “I couldn’t help but overhear-“

“Sure, you could,” the blonde answered, “You’ve been standing there staring at me since you got here.”

“Of course, I’m staring at the most beautiful woman in New Orleans!” he gave her the signature Rys smile, guaranteed to charm the pants off any woman.

She wasn’t having any though. With a roll of her eyes, she turned away.

“Didn’t I see you with your hands down some guy’s pants?” one of the other women asked.

“No, I mean yes, I mean that was my brother!”

“That makes it worse!” the woman exclaimed.

“No, it’s not like that!”

“So what’s your story?” the third woman asked.

“Well, if you must know, I'm a prince!” Leo dropped that bomb and waited. It always worked.

The blond turned back toward him with a snort, “Sure honey, everyone's a prince tonight. Come on girls, let’s get back to the party!”

“No, really!” Leo tried to follow them, “I'm going to be king one day!”

“Sure you are...”

“Wait!”

Leo bumped straight into the bouncer outside the door. The huge behemoth of a man grinned at him, “I’ll let you be my king tonight if you want!”

“Ah, thanks….but no…” Leo backed away dejectedly and smacked right into someone else. He spun around and grabbed at her glass in a futile attempt to keep her drink from spilling, “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” she smiled up at him, “Are you really a prince?”

His attention snapped up from the spilled drink on the floor to the woman in front of him. While not the bombshell the other woman was, she was still hella attractive. A little shorter than he usually liked, but she had the goods. Wide hips, narrow waist, big boobs, and luscious lips that gave him ideas.

He brought that megawatt smile to the table and played up his accent, “Why yes ma’am, I am.”

Her eyes lit up, “So you’re royalty?”

“I am, and you are?”

“I’m Simbi,” she giggled, “What’s your name?”

“Leo. Nice to meet you Simbi, can I buy you a drink?”

“You could,” she shimmed closer to him, “or we could get out of here. I live nearby.”

“Lead the way!”

Leo was delighted with this turn of events. Without giving his brother a second thought, he followed her out the door and through the throngs of people lining the street.

A familiar raised voice caught his attention. He glanced to the right as the girl pulled him to the left. Bastien was arguing with the guy he’d given Liam’s watch to. He turned around and dipped his head down, speeding up his pace, and letting the crowd do most of the work of hiding him.

Halfway down the street, he tossed both phones onto a passing float. Let Bas chase that all night he thought with a smirk.

She led him through a small shop filled with crystals and bottles of powders, through a beaded curtain, and up a set of rickety stairs. She made her way down a darkened hallway and pushed open a door at the end.

He followed her inside, pushing the door shut behind them. She pounced on him the moment the door clicked shut.

“I’ve never been with a prince before!” Simbi breathed as she pressed her body into his.

“Well, tonight’s your lucky night!” he told her before crashing his lips into hers.

“Mmm, it must be,” she murmured as she slid to her knees, tugging at the fastening to his purple velvet pants.

“Ah!” Leo’s knees nearly buckled out from under him as her tongue made contact with him, “Oof! I think it’s my lucky night!”

“Oh, the luck is all ours, Your Highness,” a voice called from the darkness.

“What?” Leo’s head spun around trying to find the source.

A woman with deep wrinkles and white hair stepped into his line of sight, “We’ve never had royalty here before. Good job, Simbi.”

Leo glanced down at Simbi. She hadn’t even slowed down in her ministrations despite the appearance of….her grandmother?

“Ah….” Leo’s cock deflated halfway but quickly regained its hardness as Simbi redoubled her efforts, “Shit!” he breathed out as his head fell back.

A clattering sound caught his attention and he glanced back at the old woman. She had placed a metal bowl on the table in front of her, lit a candle, and was running her finger down the edge of a gleaming silver blade.

“What are you- oh!” the woman on her knees in front of him commanded his attention. She had a very talented tongue and he wanted nothing more than to let her finish what she was doing but some sliver of survival instinct fought its way to the surface of his hormone-laden brain.

His eyes slid back to the old woman who was creeping quietly closer to him, blade in hand.

“Nope! Nope! Nope! Sorry!” Leo shoved Simbi’s head away and bolted for the door, pulling his pants up as he went.

“Leo, wait!” Simbi yelled.

He was halfway down the hall to the stairs when he heard footsteps pounding up them.

Shit!

He veered to his left and darted into a cramped room filled with old trunks, a few partially dismembered store mannequins, and a lot of nightmare inducing taxidermy. Tripping over stacks of old books and boxes of odds and ends, and sending rats scurrying in his wake, he made it to the window on the far wall.

His fingers scrabbled frantically at the latch, which was stuck from years of disuse. He heard shouting in the hallway which sent a surge of adrenaline crashing through him. He frantically twisted it one more time and the latch broke, freeing the window. He shoved it open and dove head-first through it.

Leo dropped two stories down into an industrial garbage dumpster. He lay in the piles of putrid garbage as he caught his breath.

Simbi appeared in the window above him, “Leo! Leo! Come back! We only need some of your blood!”

Fuck that!

He scrambled out of the dumpster and took off down the alleyway. Skittering around the corner, he didn’t slow down until he found himself back in civilization in front of a well-lit, well-populated hotel. He patted down his pockets for his phone. Right. Shit! He stumbled into the lobby glancing around for a phone he could borrow.

“Sir, sir, you can’t be in here,” the concierge was scolding him, “there’s a homeless shelter two blocks down.”

“Homeless? No, I’m not homeless, I just need a phone!”

“Smells like you need a shower.”

He spun toward the voice. It couldn’t be!

It was the woman from the bar, shaking her head in amusement, “What the hell happened to you in the last hour, prince charming?”

“I…it’s a long story, I just need a phone so I can call my brother or the head of my security team.”

She peered at him more seriously, “Security team? Still sticking with the I’m a prince story?”

Leo pulled himself upright and reached down deep to find that Rys charm, “Yes, I’ve had a bit of a run-in with an evil sorceress and now find myself lost in a strange kingdom without my valiant knights. Could you help a prince out?”

She laughed as she shook her head, “Fine. You can use my phone, but first, you’re welcome to use my shower if you like.”

“I would love to use your shower! I’m Leo, by the way.”

“Well, Leo, I’m Genevieve, nice to meet you.”

“You didn’t seem to like me before,” Leo observed as they entered the elevator, “What made you change your mind?”

“Your brother,” she answered as she pushed the button for her floor, “He’s a sweetheart and he has a soft spot for you, so you can’t be too bad.”

Leo closed his eyes and gave silent thanks for Liam’s unintentionally fabulous job as wingman. Maybe this night wasn’t a complete loss.

Fifteen minutes later a freshly clean Leo walked out of Genevieve’s bathroom with one towel wrapped around his waist, and one gripped in his hand drying his hair, “I don’t suppose you have any clothes I can borrow?”

“I brought dresses. Except for this,” she gestured to her pink “Most likely to get pregnant” t-shirt.

Leo noted the way her eyes tracked up and down his bare torso. He smiled just the right way to make his dimples show, tossed the towel in his hand to the ground, and walked toward her, “I’ll take it!”

“You’ll have to get it off me first,” she teased.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Forty-five minutes later, Leo left her room wearing the dry, but still smelly purple pants and a pink t-shirt that made a half shirt on him. An extremely tight half-shirt.

The concierge shook his head disapprovingly but gave him directions to the Golden Lantern.

#mardi gras #trr fanfiction #choicesprompts #choicesholidays #max's birthday #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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