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writeroutoftime · 17 hours

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precious secrets (part 2)

part one

pairing: eris vanserra x reader

summary: months later you still find yourself in the night court while your mate is stuck in autumn. but one day, feyre comes by with interesting news.

warnings: none, I promise it's fluff!

words: 1k

a/n: loved writing this so much, and thank you so much for all the support on the first part! also, if you want to request any other scenarios, please send them in!! enjoy!

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The cool, night air washed over you as you stood out on the balcony, looking down below at Velaris. Even you had to admit the city was more beautiful in the evening with the stars shining down on its citizens. It had been weeks since your first introduction to the secret city of the Night Court, and, in turn, weeks since you had last seen your mate.

The time away from Eris was torture, made worse by the fact the two of you were only able to keep up minimal communication. Short letters slipped between members of the Night Court when they were able to visit. Feelings of love and support down the bond, but it was never enough. It didn't erase the uneasiness you felt at the thought of Eris alone in his father's grasp.

You heard the laughter and cheer of the Inner Circle inside and clutched your glass of fae wine tighter. While they had all been incredibly welcoming of Eris' secret mate, watching so many pairs of mates love each other happily and openly made you long for your own. Very quickly, you became jealous of Feyre and Rhysand, suddenly wishing you possessed their daemati powers.

'I think of you every day and every night, my love. I know we will be together again soon. Please, stay safe."

With thoughts of Eris' letters in your mind, you sighed and turned from the view and pushed off the balcony. You offered a tight smile to the Inner Circle. "Goodnight."

"Wait, y/n, are you sure you don't want to stay?" Feyre asked, reaching out to gently grab your hand.

"I'll see you in the morning." you reiterated, slipping away from the looks of pity you know that followed you.

As you got yourself ready for bed in your temporary room, your mind raced to Eris. Looking out the window, you wondered if Eris was thinking of you at the same moment. A warm, loving feeling blossomed in your chest, and your hand brushed over your heart.

"Stay safe, love." you whispered before slipping under the covers.

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The couch in the library had become a favored spot of yours as you worked your way through the Night Court's collection. You currently were reading one of Nesta's recommendations. She had only smirked when she handed you the copy, and it didn't long to figure out why. Just before you could get to the good part, there was a soft, yet urgent tap against your mind.

Allowing your shields to fall just a hint, you heard Feyre's warm voice fill your mind. "Beron is dead. We just received official word from the Autumn Court not even an hour ago."

Your heart froze in your chest. Beron was dead. Well and truly dead after centuries of keeping his people underneath his tight reign. For the first time in what felt like forever, a weight fell from your shoulders. You could breathe again.

Once your mind was able to process the reality of your situation, you thought of your mate and the possibility of seeing him again. As if you were psychic, you felt a tug at the bonder sharper than it had been in weeks. The book slipped to the floor with a harsh thud without a second thought.

In an instant, you ran down the hallways of River House and found yourself outside the living room. The doors were closed, but for the first time in months, the bond that connected you to Eris sung a beautiful melody. You knew, without a doubt, that your mate stood on the other side of the door.

There was a moment of hesitation as you reached for the handle. It had been months since you and Eris had truly seen each other. How had he changed? How had you changed? But you quickly decided that none of those things mattered. With passion, you pushed open the door and felt yourself freeze.

In the middle of the room stood Eris. His auburn hair was disheveled and the bags under his eyes were as prominent of ever, but underneath it all, you could only see was the male you loved. Hesitantly, you took a step forward, arm outstretched, hovering just inches away from your mate.

"Eris?" you breathed out, afraid it was an illusion which would shatter at any moment. "Are you really here?"

Your mate offered a warm smile and closed the gap between you. "It's me, my love. I promise you this is real." he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulled you flush against his chest.

The scent of cinnamon and fresh autumn air engulfed your senses, providing you with a sense of relief you hadn't felt in ages. Burying your face against his chest, you let your hands roam the expanse of Eris' back holding onto any piece of him possible.

Eventually, you pulled back and glanced up into your mate's amber eyes. "Is it true? He-he's gone?

"He's gone." Eris confirmed, moving to cup your face with his hand, delicately swiping his thumb along your cheekbone. He leaned down to brush his lips against yours after years of yearning for this moment. Your first kiss free from the fear of constantly looking over your shoulders and waiting for the shoe to drop.

Eris broke the kiss and let his forehead rest against yours. "He can no longer control us or our lives, my High Lady."

Your eyes grew wide with shock. "A-are you sure, Eris?"

"There is no one I would rather have my side. I have dreamed of this moment for years, and now, all of Prythian can come to know my smart, strong, beautiful mate that I love with all my heart." Eris stared at you adoringly, bringing your hand up to brush a kiss against your knuckles. "Let's go home, High Lady."

"I thought you'd never say those words, High Lord."

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tagging (based on comments from the first part): @fxckmiup, @tele86, @m00n5t0n3, @mybestfriendmademe, @glitterypirateduck

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra imagine #acotar imagine #rita writes

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eating-plastic · 8 months

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Headcanons: Dating Maison Talo Would Include

A/N: Yay, more House House! I love Maison a lot but unfortunately it's hard for me to come up with ideas to write for him. I don't know why, but it kinda bums me out. Never mind that tho, let's get to the headcanons!

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🏠- Well this is...yep

🏠- Maison can't even remember the last person he genuinely loved or if he even had one, so this is gonna be interesting

🏠- First things first, he knows dating him is very unconventional, so he tries to make the relationship seem as normal as possible.

🏠- What I mean by this is he finds himself in his human form much more often than he's used to, and unless he has to eat, his house form doesn't degrade it's true shape

🏠- He'll also always let you know when he's about to feed so you have enough time to get outta dodge or stay away for a bit

🏠- He's got two phones now. One for "potential buyers" and one for you

🏠- He makes sure to send you a lil "I love you" text everyday

🏠- Although I should probably mention that he prefers calling you over texting, but he understands that calling you takes time and that texting is more convenient

🏠- Maison is romantic as fuck, man. He does the whole gentleman act like holding doors open for you and pulling your chair out for you

🏠- Dude knows how to shower you in the most passionate words possible, but I mean he's had a lot of experience with knowing what to say to get people to trust him

🏠- Speaking of trust, you trusting him despite knowing what he is makes him feel...he can't even describe it. Your trust, your acceptance, you love, it's no wonder why he's so infatuated with you

🏠- That is why he is so protective over you. I went into more detail in my protective headcanons I made for him (shameless self promo I know lol). Anyhoo, Maison knows that someone like you is extremely rare. He knows he'll never find someone that loves him despite who he really is. He knows he'll never find someone that makes him feel so good, someone that makes him feel so alive

🏠- He doesn't want to lose you. He can't lose you

🏠- Moving away from that lil bit of angst, that is why he does everything he can to make you happy

🏠- Yeah, this man spoils you a lot, in both the gifts and affection department

🏠- He's touch starved too because I said so. Come on, you can't tell me that when you hug him for the first time that he wouldn't tense up before relaxing, and then growing addicted you snuggling up with him

🏠- Kisses too, he loves your kisses

🏠- Oh my God, imagine him getting ready to head on out to find a "potential buyer" and you make sure his outfit's all straightened out, like adjusting his lil pin and placing a kiss to his cheek before he leaves like you're a fifties house wife from a sitcom ❤️

🏠- I mean if you are fem then a guess you would be a "house wife". Get it? *gets shot*

🏠- Oooo, slow dancing with Maison too. This man loves slow dancing. If you're shorter than him (which you probably are this guy's tall as shit and wears heels), you stand on the toes of his shoes while you both slowly sway to the music

🏠- He would especially love cuddling you if your smaller than him because you're like a human teddy bear for him. It makes him even more protective because you're so smol and he's so much bigger so he feels like he has to protect you

🏠- In conclusion, dating Maison Talo would be a bit odd at first, but then cute as shit after you get past the whole "I'm a house creature that eats people but you cute as shit so I wanna date you instead of eat you" lol

#house hunted #house hunted game #house hunted x reader #house hunted game x reader #maison talo #maison talo x reader #x reader #rita writes

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thathopelessromantic · 7 months

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safe in your mouth

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Vampires, Vampire Bites, Blood, Blood Drinking, Minor Blood Kink, sexual blood drinking, Sexual Content, Half-Vampire Nancy Wheeler, Human/Vampire Relationship AO3: (X)

“You can drink from me,” Robin offers. The words are out of her mouth before she even fully registers what it is that she’s saying. The two girls had been trying to work – trying being the operative word – for the last hour in Nancy’s room, the house empty besides the two of them. Robin on some French grammar, just to keep up on it, and Nancy on an article about the most recent repair efforts the town had been making after the earthquakes from their last showdown with Vecna. But Nancy clearly isn’t as focused as she normally is.

And Robin is focused on all the wrong things.

Nancy’s intense, blue eyes are wide with disbelief and something Robin can’t bring herself to name, even if it fans the flames of false hope burning in her chest a little further. “What?”

Robin swallows harshly. It suddenly feels like she is producing a, frankly, insane and gross amount of saliva. She tries not to think too hard about what it means as she sees Nancy’s eyes track the movement in her throat. Was it always so hot in this room? She didn’t think so.

“Look, I know Steve always make a big deal out of it and gets wiggy when we offer, but like-”

“Robin, it is a big deal,” Nancy says slowly and levelly like she’s not sure Robin can understand her plain English.

And she gets that, to some extent. Obviously, there’s just the sheer amount of trust you needed to have to let a vampire drink from you, and not be afraid that they would hurt you. And the amount of self-control the vampire had to have not to take too much. But Robin did trust Nancy and Steve, even if they didn’t trust themselves. She trusted them with her life, with all of their lives. No question, no hesitation. Of anyone in the Party, she knew they would take care of everyone, first.

The scariest part, for her at least, was the connection you shared with a vampire while they drank from you. She didn’t totally get it when Steve tried to warn her off of it back in Starcourt, though to be fair they were both still a little too high to be having any kind of serious, coherent conversation at the time.

But there was only maybe…one big secret she had left to hide from Nancy, and Steve had been teaching everyone how to put up mental blocks since the first time Vecna had attacked, so surely, she could control herself that much. Right?

“Okay, but we’re friends, I trust you. And you obviously need it and-”

Nancy’s expression scrunches tight with confusion. “How can you tell I need it?”

Robin hesitates for a moment, afraid to show her hand, to show just how much attention she’s been paying to Nancy, but she’s already dug this hole for herself. “Your headache,” she admits softly. Nancy’s eyes widen again, in surprise, and just like she has been every few minutes for the last hour, she reaches up to gingerly touch her eyebrow. “You always do that when you’re starting to get a headache,” Robin mirrors her motion and she can feel as much as see the way Nancy follows her hand. “You’ve been getting them for days already. And I know you and Steve always get headaches when you go too long between feedings.”

Nancy looks…flustered. And her expression takes on a tight, pinched look like she doesn’t know what to do, or doesn’t like the options she’s come up with so far.

“I’m fine,” she finally says, turning back to the notebook in her lap. Except, she opens to a random page and stares down at the page without seeming to understand anything. Or figuring out why the article she’s been not-writing for the last hour isn’t staring back at her.

Robin slides closer to her on the bed, sending a pile of vocab notecards tumbling to the floor. She tells herself to worry about those later.

“I know from Steve that it doesn’t hurt, and even if it did, I don’t think it’s anything I couldn’t handle. And we’re…friends, aren’t we? What’s wrong with offering to help out a friend?”

Nancy’s brows shoot into her hairline. “Steve’s fed from you?”

“Just once. And it was kind of a life-or-death, we-were-just-tortured-by-secret-Russians…thing,” Nancy is still looking at her like Robin had switched to actually speaking Russian for this conversation. She feels her voice get quieter, more hesitant as she stumbles on. She wishes there was some kind of OFF switch she could smash in her brain that would stop everything from tumbling out in this hairbrained, jumbled mess but if such a thing exists, she hasn’t figured out where it is yet. “He was…really hurt. Like I don’t think…I don’t know if he would have survived it if he was just a human. So, it was more like me forcing it on him than him biting me. And I know now I’m offering it to you…which is starting to make me sound like I’ve got some kind of fucked up fetish for it but I swear I’m just trying to help. I just like, I don’t get why, if we can help and we’re your friends, why it’s such a big deal.”

Nancy’s expression had softened as Robin spoke, until she finally reaches out to place a comforting hand on Robin’s bent leg. Robin can feel her cool hand against her bare skin like a branding iron – each ice-cold fingertip leaving an imprint of Nancy’s fingerprints burned into her calf.

“Thank you, Robin. I appreciate that you’re just trying to help, and I’m sure Steve was very grateful that you were there with him back then. But I’ll be fine.”

“I know the hospital has a blood shortage right now,” Robin blurts out as Nancy starts to pull her hand away, pulling out her last trump card. Steve had let something slip a few days ago, and Robin pretended not to catch it – but she definitely noticed his slip, and the wary way Steve watched her for a few minutes after he had slipped up like he was just waiting for her to spring an argument on him. She was, technically, waiting to do just that, to the both of them. She had just been biding her time. “That’s all fine if you and Steve want to be stubborn and noble when you know you have access to a stash, but they haven’t recovered their stock from this last disaster. And there’s no way I’m buying the two of you are willing to keep stealing from them when you know they’re hurting for it,” Robin holds out her hand towards Nancy, palm up so the dusty blue of her vein under the thin skin of her wrist is clearly visible. “You guys aren’t going to last going on like this.”

Nancy looks like she still wants to argue the point, but her pupils are blown wide looking between Robin’s face and her proffered arm, and there’s a furrow above her brow that Robin knows means her headache is steadily kicking up in intensity.

The silence stretches on between them uncomfortably long, long enough that her arm starts to ache a little from holding it out for so long, and she’s starting to feel extremely foolish. But she grits her teeth and refuses to back down. When Nancy finally lifts her hand off of Robin’s leg to run her cool fingers along her inner wrist, Robin nearly jumps from surprise, despite having never taken her eyes off of her.

The featherlight touch sends goosebumps over her arm and she prays Nancy just chalks it up to her own cold hands.

“Your hands are cold,” Nancy says softly, her fingertips resting just in the palm of Robin’s hand.

Robin nearly yanks her hand away in surprise. “You’re joking right?”

Nancy’s lips quirk in a small smile, but it disappears just as quickly. “I know, but I also know what temperature a human typically feels like. You don’t have great circulation to your hands.”

“Fine,” Robin drops her hand away from Nancy’s gentle touch to pull at her loose collar. The loose t-shirt she may or may not have stolen from Steve’s closet is nowhere close to covering up her throat, but she tugs at it anyways, as if loosening it to make room. She can feel Nancy’s eyes track every movement and not for the first time, but for the first time when the attention is directed so solely on herself, Robin is reminded that vampires are, first and foremost, predators.

How could she ever have forgotten that little detail? “Drink from somewhere else.”

Nancy swallows and Robin finds herself following the movement the same way Nancy had done to her earlier.

“If we do this,” Nancy starts, ignoring Robin’s rolled eyes. “You have to tell me immediately if it becomes too much for you, overwhelming or just uncomfortable – anything.”

“Okay-”

“Or if it starts to feel like I’m taking too much. It can be hard to keep track of sensations like that during it, so anything weird. The minute you feel dizzy or lightheaded or even just a little bit tired, you need to let me know. Say stop or...or tap my arm twice if you feel like you can’t talk.”

“Okay.”

“Robin.”

“I promise. Anything funky, I will let you know.”

Nancy looks like she doesn’t quite believe her, or at least wants to argue the point a little longer, but her eyes have gotten darker, her pupils impossibly larger until there is only the palest sliver of blue along the edge. Robin briefly wonders if there’s something wrong with her – like maybe she does have some kind of freaky fetish for this – but Nancy’s intense, blown-out look sends a thrill through her. She knows she’s pushing her luck, but she leans back a little, tilting her head as if to present her throat.

She hears Nancy inhale, a shaky, unsteady little sound, that she inexplicably wants to draw from her again, and then her senses are filled with her. In a split second, Nancy closed the space between them on the bed to loom over her. A hand lands on either side of her head on the pillow, and she feels one of Nancy’s legs settle between her own as she stretches over her. Her tight, coiled curls brush against Robin’s cheek as she leans down close. Her sweet, flowery perfume surrounds her, but there’s a deeper, musky undertone to the scent Robin has never noticed before. It’s overwhelming, surrounding her and yet Robin can’t help but want more, to breathe deeply and pull that heady scent in until she’s drowning in it.

Her hot breath against Robin’s skin sends another sharp thrill through her and Robin hopes Nancy doesn’t notice exactly what kind of effect she’s having on her. She feels as much as hears the deep breath Nancy takes, inhaling her scent as she trails her nose along the column of Robin’s throat in search of her fluttering, racing pulse. Nancy trails one hand up along the underside of Robin’s neck to sink into her hair, not pulling but holding tight to adjust her head just so with only the slightest bend of her wrist.

There’s a soft, wet sound and then Robin can feel the wet, heat of Nancy’s breath, the long drag of Nancy’s fangs against her skin. She shudders at the sensation, and the brush of Nancy’s lips as she speaks against her neck.

“Are you sure-”

“Nance,” Robin protests, hoping to God she’s imagining the whine in her own voice, but she already feels wound tight, teetering on the precipice of something she doesn’t understand but desperately wants to dive headfirst into, consequences be damned.

There’s a flash of a smile against her skin and then Nancy sinks her teeth into her.

The sensation nearly has Robin bucking them both off the bed. The immediate, overwhelming sense of pleasure goes through her in an instant, burning through any other thought or feeling inside her until the only thing she wants is more. It feels like every molecule inside her is being set ablaze with an all-consuming need. She grabs blindly at herself, at the comforter under her, at Nancy’s well-worn shirt, blunt nails scratching at her through the fabric. Anything to drag this feeling in closer to herself, to satisfy this sudden yawning, burning hunger unfurling in her gut.

Nancy’s legs tighten around her thigh, likely to stop her from squirming any more, but mindless to anything but chasing more of this feeling, Robin arches her hips, grinding down against the leg between her own. She gasps, the move sending a whole new wave of pleasure over her and she’s halfway through doing it again when Nancy pulls off of her with a wet smack.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks, breathlessly. Her eyes are impossibly, inhumanly dark, pupils blown out until there is no iris left and a nearly-glowing shine to them Robin has never seen outside of the Upside Down. Her mouth is bright red and glistening wet and the only thing Robin can think about is how badly she wants to kiss Nancy Wheeler.

She wants to know what her own blood tastes like on Nancy’s mouth.

“That is so not what it felt like when Steve bit me.”

Seriously, she needed to find that OFF button.

“Really?” Nancy looks astonished by this news, but more than that, she looks…pleased? “Not at all?”

Awareness, and subsequent mortification, is slowly dawning on Robin through the fading haze of everything else and she suddenly wants nothing more than to get out from under Nancy and possibly never look her in the eye again. But, as if she can sense that, Nancy settles more firmly on her thigh, as if to hold her in place. Robin has to swallow down a moan at the feeling. Her hand had moved from Robin’s hair, but she keeps it close to her head on the pillow, and she could definitely get another good grip on her faster than Robin could shake her off. Nancy’s other hand trails down along the length of her body – not actually touching her just following the curve of her side along the bed until she reaches her hip. Her fingers trail up and down the small expanse of skin exposed where the hem of Robin’s shirt had ridden up in her squirming. Her fingers are already notably warmer than before, but that does nothing to stop the goosebumps from popping up under her featherlight touches.

When Robin never replies, Nancy curls her hand around her hip, pressing the heel of her palm against Robin’s hip bone and leaning over her as if to press her body more firmly into the mattress. Robin desperately tries to swallow down the actual whimper that threatens to escape her at the feeling.

“What did it feel like?” Nancy asks, her voice is low, almost a growl.

At that, Robin does whimper, the nearly possessive tone in Nancy’s voice making her toes curl. She has to look away from the girl looming over her to get her thoughts in some semblance of an order, and even then, staring hard at Nancy’s plain white ceiling as if to ground herself, she struggles to find her voice.

“Before it was…it was like being wrapped in my favorite blanket and eating my favorite food. Like curling up with my favorite book. Just…the sense of feeling perfectly…content. Safe. This was…” her face heats up as she tries to come up with an adequate way to describe what she had just felt.

When she finally looks back at Nancy, her hopeless attempt to describe whatever this just was trailing off into nothing, Nancy has a soft, fond smile spreading across her shining lips, rather than any frustration or anger with Robin’s inability to talk. But there’s also a hunger in her blown-out, inhuman eyes Robin hadn’t noticed before.

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks again.

Robin gawks at her. “You’re joking, right?” she repeats her same thought from before, but Nancy isn’t as quick to humor her this time.

“Robin, I need a real answer.”

“Oh god, okay, yes. I’m fine. A little, eternally, mortified, but it doesn’t feel like you took too much.”

“Good,” Nancy says with a nod. Suddenly, her smile turns wicked. “Same rules apply, tell me or tap twice if it’s too much,” Nancy reminds her.

And before Robin can confirm, or question her, Nancy sinks down again. Biting on the opposite side of her throat, just above her collarbone.

Robin isn’t any more prepared for the immediate rush of sensation the second time. She might even be less prepared the second time around, her nerves already alight with burning pleasure and hypersensitive from before. Her vision goes fuzzy for a second, a wave of need rushing over her in time with her racing pulse. She sobs as Nancy pulls back, just enough to drag her fangs along Robin’s skin again, this time with enough pressure for her to feel the slight burn of twin scratches blooming around the second bite.

Nancy trails down over her prone form, lips dragging over her skin until Robin is shaking from the teasing sensations. She presses a kiss to the center of her chest, through the soft, suffocating fabric of her t-shirt and moves on again. She trails her lips down along Robin’s inner arm, nipping at the sensitive skin – never hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make her desperate for it again anyways. She glances up to meet Robin’s eye as she reaches her hand, lifting it up to place an achingly, soft kiss to her palm. As she trails further down, breath ghosting over her fingertips, Robin presses two fingers inside her bright red mouth. Nancy’s eyes brighten, never straying from Robin’s face as she drags her tongue between her fingers pulling them from her mouth by her loose grip on Robin’s wrist. She pricks the tip of one of Robin’s fingers with her fang, letting the bright crimson blood bead along her finger for them both to watch, mesmerized for a moment before she sucks it back into her mouth.

“Nance,” Robin sobs, not bothering to try and hide the desperation in her voice anymore. She hardly even knows what she wants except that she’s going to go crazy if Nancy doesn’t stop toying with her.

She pulls off of her with a soft, wet pop. For a single, hypnotizing moment a string of saliva connects Robin’s finger to her stained lips, and it takes all of Robin’s self-control not to press back inside her mouth. Then, Nancy ducks down again, grinding herself against Robin’s trapped thigh, pressing her own leg back against Robin through her shorts, matching Robin’s surprised gasp with a pleased one of her own. before she slips off to settle fully between her legs. She pushes Robin’s shirt up, just enough to expose her stomach, alternating between trailing kisses and more nipping, teasing bites down her abdomen, and along the loose waistband of her shorts.

“May I?” She asks, fingers tucking into the edge of her waistband and looking up curiously at Robin.

Robin thinks it’s probably a good sign that she, at least, has enough sense not to tell Nancy she can do whatever the hell she wants at this point, even if it is her first instinct. So, she just nods instead. Safest choice.

With quick, deft fingers, Nancy undoes the buttons of Robin’s shorts and wiggles them down. She slips off the bed, just long enough to pull them completely off her legs before she settles back down between Robin’s spread legs. Boneless from both pleasure and anticipation, Robin lets Nancy position her, one leg bent so her inner thigh is exposed to the room, the other draped over Nancy’s lap.

Nancy places a kiss just above her knee, sweet and soft, before her smile turns devious against Robin’s skin once again. She lowers her head, sinking her fangs into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Robin arches off the bed, sobbing as the pleasure rushes through her again, lighting up every inch of her body with the sensation. She feels like she must be glowing, floating, coming outside of her body. Nancy throws Robin’s leg over her shoulder before sliding her hand back down to support her lower back, keeping her half-suspended off the bed.

Nancy’s name becomes a desperate, gasping mantra, falling from Robin’s lips with each shaking exhale. She feels like she’s pleading for something but she doesn’t even know what it is until Nancy slips a finger inside her underwear, pushing the damp fabric aside. Robin shivers at the rush of cooler air against her flushed skin, whimpering as Nancy drags two fingers through her slick arousal before finding her clit. She rubs the sensitive, bundle of nerves, alternating between near-punishing pressure and teasing, featherlight brushes. When her climax finally crashes over her, Robin comes with an actual sob, overstimulated, exhausted tears springing to her eyes.

Nancy pulls off of her leg in the same moment, muffling an echoing moan to Robin’s cry against her leg. She lowers Robin’s leg from her shoulder, keeping one arm wrapped around her bare thigh to support her shaking leg. Nancy rests her forehead against Robin’s knee for a moment, her chest heaving with breathless gasps in time with Robin’s own. Robin can feel a sheen of sweat cooling over her skin, but every place of contact between them feels like she’s on fire.

When Nancy finally looks up again, her eyes are mostly back to normal, her pupils only slightly dilatated, and there’s a blissful, pleased lightness over her expression. Some cross between comfortable contentment and like the cat that caught the canary, Robin thinks.

Until she notices the tear tracks. Nancy moves so fast Robin can’t even follow the movement. Her abdomen protests sitting up as if she had just done a marathon of crunches rather than trying her hand at being an all-you-can-eat buffet, but she doesn’t stop Nancy from gathering her up into her arms. Her hands that had been burning hot on her skin, just a moment ago, are already cooling down again as Nancy brushes the remaining tears from her cheeks.

“Oh god, Robin. Why didn’t you say something? Are you hurt? Are you feeling sick? What-”

“Kiss me,” Robin pleads, any remaining, self-preserving filter completely done away with.

Nancy pulls back, shocked. “What?”

“Please. If even just a fraction of that was from more than just drinking my blood, please kiss me or I think I might actually start crying for real and it is going to be so embarrassing and gross for everyone involved and I-”

Nancy cuts her off with a quick kiss, muffling her own quiet laugh against Robin’s mouth. But with little more than a press of their lips, she pulls back.

Robin swears if she could feel any of her limbs at that point, she would have played a more active role in this, but for the time being she just whines at Nancy’s quick retreat.

“Nance.”

“What?”

“What was that?”

Nancy’s nose crinkles in displeasure, even as amusement lights her eyes. “Robin, no. It’s gross. After I just…at least let me go brush my teeth or something.”

“No,” Robin insists, petulantly. She finally gets her arms to cooperate enough to settle loosely around Nancy’s waist. It wouldn’t actually hold her there if she was determined to get away but Robin hopes the shy, happy smile she tucks against her shoulder at the motion means she isn’t inclined to do anything like that. “It’s my blood, isn’t it? Just kiss me.”

“You’re gross,” Nancy tells her matter-of-factly.

But then she leans in, and actually kisses Robin anyways. Her hands come up to cup Robin’s face, cradling her jaw, gently helping tilt her head this way or that as their lips move against each other until Robin can match her rhythm. She nips at Robin’s bottom lip, not enough to draw blood again but the sensation makes Robin shiver at the memory anyways, mouth falling open further in a choked moan. Nancy licks into her mouth, and Robin can taste herself, the salty, metallic tinge of her blood, on Nancy’s tongue. Some part of her hopes when they part, her mouth will be stained red with it to match Nancy’s own glistening mouth.

Eventually, their kisses turn softer, slower until they break away to soft, reverent touches, lying side by side, with their legs entwined, fingertips trailing down the side of their faces, brushing hair back behind each other’s ears. Robin’s fists clench in Nancy’s shirt at her waist, wishing somehow to bring them closer, to bring them flush against each other until two could become one and share forever in the sensations still making her head reel.

Wait.

Robin pulls back so suddenly Nancy nearly bites her lip. She looks immediately concerned, eyes tracing over Robin’s face for any sign of illness or lightheadedness.

“Nancy, you never, I mean, do you still need – oh god, why didn’t I listen to Steve’s advice about practicing how to talk about this beforehand?”

Nancy giggles at her rambling, tucking her head in against Robin’s throat while she stumbles her way through her thoughts.

“You know, you can stop me at any time,” Robin offers half-heartedly. She rubs a hand up and down Nancy’s back, following the curve of her spine as she curls into Robin.

“I like listening to you talk,” Nancy admits against her before pressing a kiss over her very first bite mark. She sits up, meeting Robin’s embarrassed gaze. “I feel everything you do when I’m feeding,” she says carefully, pointedly. “Trust me, I’m great.”

Robin flushes, even though she was glad for the reassurance. “Well, good. But still next time, it’s your turn.”

Nancy arches a brow at her. “Next time?”

Oh god. “I mean,” Robin stammers. “Obviously, just if you want-”

Nancy bites at her bottom lip, but it does very little to actually suppress her giddy smile. “Robin, I’m messing with you. That sounds…perfect.”

“Okay, yeah. G-good.”

“Robin?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me?”

“Oh, thank god,” Robin leans back in, her mission only slightly deterred by Nancy’s wide smile. Or maybe, her own.

A few hours and a couple dozen kisses later, Steve pulls into the Wheeler driveway to pick Robin up for the night. She had gotten her license, finally, but without a car to drive, it didn’t do her much good either way.

She does one last once-over of Nancy’s room, trying to make sure she isn’t forgetting anything else. It turns out, Nancy had a bad (amazing) habit of tossing her clothing every which way, which made trying to get out the door, without arousing suspicion to Steve or any of the rest of the Wheeler family that had made their way home over the last few hours, much more difficult than it should have been.

Nancy looks decidedly more pleased with herself after it all than Robin really thinks is entirely fair. But if it is just because she liked making Robin flustered, or if Robin was missing something in an obvious place, she wasn’t sure. She doesn’t bother trying to help, or give her a hint, but watches her with a cocky little smile, lounging still half-undressed on her bed. It makes it that much harder for Robin to stay on track and remember why she even needs to find all her clothes and leave.

In the end, she gets sidetracked for another ten minutes, crawling back into Nancy’s bed until Steve calls over the walkie with a new, concerned tone in his voice. And then she has to come half-way back up the stairs, twice, once for her flashcards they had knocked under the bed and once for her second shoe, before she actually makes it out of the Wheeler house.

When she finally slides into Steve’s car, throwing her bag of study material into the empty backseat, she’s practically vibrating with the urge to tell Steve everything. But when she finally turns around to face him, she apparently doesn’t have to.

“Why do you smell like Nancy?” He asks, brow furrowed with a profusely confused expression. He keeps subtly trying to sniff the air, as if looking for something.

“I just spend all afternoon with her, remember? Considering we’re still sitting in her driveway?”

“No, no. It’s a different scent than that, it’s like-” Steve trails off, eyes catching on something on her chest. Or maybe her neck. “Is that a bite mark?”

Robin sighs, she is excited about being able to share this with Steve, but maybe she should have tried to think that out a little bit first.

“Yes, okay, it is. But first I need you to understand…” Robin trails off as she sees Steve’s shit-eating grin.

“I can’t believe it, you slut,” Steve jokes slapping at her shoulder. “You called off work for boobies?”

“Gross, don’t say it like that!” Robin yells, shoving at him. She knows he’s just trying to get a reaction out of her, even before he starts laughing and it’s so hard to keep a stern tone through her own smile. “Oh, I don’t even want to hear it, dingus. I’ve earned it after all the shifts I’ve covered for you.” She settles back into her seat with a huff, but she’s smiling again despite herself before she can even get her seatbelt on.

Steve grins at her again, his eyes bright with laughter and all of a sudden, she feels like they are incredibly young again, like the weight of everything they’ve been through the last few years has been shed for a few hours and they’re kids again, giddy with the chance to talk about girls like their only worry is about getting a date for the weekend. She reaches over, poking aggressively at the, frankly, massive bruise not remotely hidden by his polo collar, laughing as he slaps at her hands to get her to stop poking him. “What the hell is up with this hickey, anyways? You know you’re the one with fangs, right?”

#stranger things #st #st fic #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #rita writes #fic #10.8.23 #rita rambles #vampires #au #blood

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notaliennorhuman · 23 days

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guys i wanna try writing so if somebody sends in a character from anything on my fandoms list and like a scenario that won’t take me too long then i will WRITE IT!!!!!

not really expecting much from this post so PLEASE send stuff i’m so bored

NO NSFW, GOREY, OR OTHERWISE SUPER WEIRD STUFF PLS

#rita rants #books #fanfic #please guys #rita writes #new tag!!!#i’ll probably never use it if nothing gets sent in tho #oopsies

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mournfulroses · 5 months

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Rita Dove, from On the bus with Rosa Parks; Poems; "The Venus of Willendorf,"

#lit #rita dove #poetry #writings #words #selections #the venus of wilendorf #excerpt #fragments #on the bus with rosa parks #p

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quotefeeling · 2 months

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All you can do in life is to be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.

Rita Mae Brown

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thoughtkick · 3 months

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Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.

Rita Mae Brown

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thehopefulquotes · 1 month

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Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.

Rita Mae Brown

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perfectfeelings · 2 months

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All you can do in life is to be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.

Rita Mae Brown

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perfectquote · 3 months

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Happiness is pretty simple: someone to love, something to do, something to look forward to.

Rita Mae Brown

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juan-francisco-palencia · 4 months

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Božićne želje iz Hrvatske.

Juan što ako ovog Božića zamoliš svakog svog Tumblr prijatelja i sve muškarce na svijetu da se, bez zlobe ili ljutnje, okrenu i pogledaju sve kao kad su htjeli upoznati svijet, kad su bili djeca... 🧸 Zagrebačka zima 2023

Rita Heolise Shvets. 🙋‍♀️ 🇭🇷

Perhaps for many your words and my words mean nothing and have no value, but they are part of our life and the same feeling of such a beautiful and special girl of a man who emerged from the rain. Together we wish you love, happiness and prosperity. Happy new year. 🎆 2024 🎊💕👋

#croacia #christmas #rita heloise #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #writing #love poem #reflexions of my life #feelings #from mexico to the universe #winter 2023 #new poets society #words from the bottom of the heart #light academia #poets on tumblr #happy new year

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writeroutoftime · 1 month

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precious secret

pairing: eris vanserra x fem!reader

summary: eris has kept you - his mate - a secret for years, not wanting any harm to come to you. but when his hands are tied, he must turn to an unlikely ally to offer you protection

warnings: minor mentions of violence against reader (split lip, not graphic description), beron - enough said

words: 1.5k

a/n: alright, I am in love with eris - at least the fanon version of him lol. and I'm such a sucker for stories where he tries to protect his mate from his father, so I humbly offer this as my submission. please enjoy and it'd be great if you let me know what you think! have a great day everyone!

oOoOo

A sense of fear palpated through Eris' heart with every purposeful stride his took down the halls of Forest House. His palms were sweaty, and his skin felt flushed, a stark contrast to the cool and collected exterior he normally presented.

The moment his trusted guard had let him know of your situation, his mind could think only of the worst possible scenarios. The worst images his mind could mangle before his eyes flooded his senses, and he knew the only remedy would be to see, hear, and touch you.

Upon reaching your room, he slammed open the door and immediately rushed to your side. His hands automatically reached to cup your cheeks, eyes frantically scanning for blood, bruises, anything that could cause you pain. It didn't take long for his eyes to zero in on the blood that ran along your lips.

Hands shaking, Eris reached out to gently wipe the blood away with his thumb. Your instinctive flinch caused a pain to wash over his body. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain. You sent a wave of reassurance down the golden bond, but it did little to assure him.

"It's worse than it looks." you tried, grasping his wrist, holding his palm against your cheek.

Eris growled, eyes hardening as though his mind had not registered your words. "What happened?

There was a moment of hesitation from your side, but with a soft sigh you let your mate in the morning's events. "Word got out to Beron that there had been sightings of us together. He let me off with a warning for lesser fae such as myself to stay away from the likes of you."

"This can't go on." he spoke, scoffing at his father's words.

Now it was your turn to panic. "W-what do you mean?"

"It's not safe for you to stay here any longer." he clarified, gaze softening ever so slightly.

"I'm not leaving you." you demanded, holding your ground.

"Love, we thought we were being careful and look what happened. What am I to do if this becomes a regular occurrence. It will ease my mind to know you are safe and out of harm's way."

"Away from you." you argued, nuzzling your head into his neck as you tried to stop the tears that burned against your eyes.

"Just for a little while." he promised. "Just until I know it's safe to bring you back." softly pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"I don't know where I shall go." you admitted.

It pained you to think of leaving the Autumn Court - your home. Yes, Beron was a horrible, cruel ruler, but there was still so much good to be found outside of his clutches. The breathtaking scenery, your family, and, of course, all the beautiful moments you and your mate created together. If you left would you ever see any of it again?

"I'll take care of it." Eris said, drifting off into silence as he savored the last night he had to hold you for the time being.

oOoOo

Eris strolled through the halls of River House, trademark smirk upon his features as he came into view of his reluctant allies. Rhysand and Feyre draped themselves across two chairs at their grand table, looking warily at the heir to the Autumn Court.

"High Lord, High Lady, a pleasure as always." Eris greeted, bowing slightly to the rulers of the Night Court. Though, it didn't escape his notice the close eye that the rest of the Inner Circle kept on him.

"Eris," Rhysand acknowledged, trying to be diplomatic. "to what do we owe this unexpected visit?"

There was a long pause in which Eris took a deep breath and pushed aside the snarky comments, the masked facade, and allowed the Night Court to see him in his true form. "I am here to ask you to provide sanctuary for a member of the Autumn Court." he spoke, choosing his words carefully.

Feyre cocked her head to the side, as if trying to decipher a hidden cipher in Eris' words. "And why do you presume we have any obligation to help someone associated with you?"

Eris' palms burned with a heat that threatened to burst free and wreak havoc. A reaction that had become more common after solidifying the mating bond with you all those years ago. But he tamped down said flames, knowing anger wouldn't get him anywhere. So, the red-headed swallowed his pride and tried another approach.

"I know I have no room to ask such a request, but please." Eris pled, bending to bow before the Night Court on one knee. "If not for my sake, then do it for the sake of - of my mate. For the innocent female who has had the misfortune of falling in love with me." he confessed, revealing his most precious card.

All eyes of the Inner Circle widened in surprise, and Feyre couldn't contain her gasp at Eris' words. None of them had ever had any inkling there was someone tied to Eris in that way, but from the shake in his voice, to the bowing of his head, they knew he spoke only the truth.

"I still need time to take control of Autumn from my father, and it is no longer safe for her there." he continued. "But once I am High Lord, she will be able to return to me. Until then, this is the safest place I know of for her. Name your price, and I swear it will be done."

Rhys and Feyre shared a look, silently conversing. Even the powerful High Lord was taken aback by the confession and felt a small pang in his own heart. His mind shifted to Feyre and the lengths he had gone to protect and everything he would continue to do if necessary -what he would do, what he would promise, what he would give up. All just to know she was safe, regardless of his own well-being. He saw those same feelings reflected in Eris' eyes. No longer was he an arrogant heir before them, but a male in love and desperate.

"That is a bold offer to make." Rhys spoke, his voice commanding always one with a flair for dramatics. He saw the way Eris flinched in worry, so he quickly put the male out of his misery. "But we accept."

The relief Eris felt washed over him instantaneously, his shoulders sagging in relief. "Thank you." he whispered, so overcome with emotion, he didn't know how else to emote his gratitude. "I am at your disposal to the best of my ability when you call in your favor" he spoke, standing up.

The thought of Rhysand now having a favor to dangle over his head sent a small chill down his spine. But he would offer a thousand favors to the male if it would guarantee your safety. It should have scared him, but Eris knew that wasn't anything in this world (or the next) he wouldn't do to keep you protected.

"No favor necessary." Feyre spoke gently, after sparing a quick glance in Rhys' direction. "We know the sanctity of the mating bond, and we will do our best to keep your mate safe." she vowed, seeing a new light to the male before her.

With another round of thanks, Eris bowed his head a final time before winnowing away and back to spend one last night with you.

oOoOo

The next day, under the cover of night, Eris stood with you in his arms, at the entrance to Velaris. Tears pulled in both of your eyes as your foreheads rest against each other's. Feelings of both love and despair were shot down the bond, leaving you feeling breathless.

"Please, we can figure this out." you tried one last time, not caring if the tears on your cheeks belonged to you and Eris. We don't have to separate."

"Trust me," Eris whispered, knowing that Rhys and Feyre stood only a few feet away. "I would wish for nothing more than to be selfish and keep you by your side. But this is the only way I can ensure you’re safe."

"What about you?"

Eris pulled back slightly to take in your form, sighing softly at your stubbornness. He gently cupped your cheek, pressing soft kisses to your skin. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine, and we'll be back together before you know it, alright?" he asked, content with your reluctant nod.

One last time, Eris leaned in and captured your lips with his. You gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling your mate as close to your chest as was possible. The kiss was soft, but desperate and full of languish. Though you both wished the moment could last forever, you eventually pulled away, whispering words of love to each other.

"Until we see each other again, love." Eris vowed, watching your figure retreat into the safety of Velaris until you he could see you no more.

part two

#eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra imagine #eris x reader #acotar imagine #rita writes

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Carnival Lights: Henry Barrow x Reader

Warnings: mentions of murder (come on, it's Henry), swearing, some mean!Henry, naive!reader, sunshine!reader x grumpy!Henry (my favorite dynamic lol), some fluff, probably grammatical errors

Word Count: 3434 words

A/N: This is for that anon that asked me if I wrote for Henry Barrow (assuming that they wanted me to write something for him lol). I know I said I was going to take a break from Killer Frequency, but the “people pleaser” in me wanted to get something done. So yeah, I hope this isn't too disappointing. I also hope that my interpretation of Henry is to your liking (you gotta get creative when given a blank slate like him 😆). As such, I also hope anyone else that is a fan of this skrunkly also enjoys this as well. Oh, also, this takes place before the events of the game during Marie and Henry's "national murder tour" leading up to Gallows Creek. Just thought you should know that. Bye!

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Sparkling lights and the sound of upbeat music and screams of excitement flood your senses as you skip through the crowds attending your hometown's yearly carnival. You had always partaken in the festivities ever since you were a child, and the event still filled you with joy. Some of the older booth vendors and ride operators even knew you by name.

You had originally shown up with two of your friends, promising that they wouldn't get too "lovey-dovey" with each other since they were a couple, but that was broken about 15 minutes into your arrival. Feeling like a third-wheel, you broke off from them, not really caring too much. You could easily enjoy yourself here without them.

After you finished playing a game where you had to try and hit cartoon sea creatures with a water gun (and failing since your aim wasn't the best), you decided to head to something you knew you were good at: the funhouse maze.

You knew the maze like the back of your hand, and could easily make it from the entrance to the exit, so you decided to see how many combinations of routes you could go. You wanted to know every nook and cranny that these dark, black light lighten halls had to offer.

Once you got bored, you began to make your way to the exit. Once at a crossroad where you needed to turn right, you stopped when you heard a man let out a shout of frustration. Worried that they were lost, you made your way towards the noise to help them out.

'God fucking damnit,' Henry thought. He was so fucking close to getting the man his mother told him to kill. He was right on his tail and then...he was gone. Now he was lost in this Goddamn maze and it was all his stupid fault because he knew he wasn't good with mazes. It was a good idea in theory, since the man would be all alone with no one would hear him scream. But of course in practice it had to bite him in the ass.

He tore his mask off and shoved it into his large duffle bag at his side. God, was it making it hard to breathe in this stuffy prison. Not to mention how that man was probably long gone by now.

'Augh, what am I gonna tell mom?' worry began to flood his mind. She was no doubt going to be pissed at him.

Luckily for Henry, his unaware savior was approaching.

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As soon as you rounded the corner, you were now facing a man of decent stature, with long hair, a black trench coat, and a large duffle bag at his side. It was quite odd attire to be wearing in the middle of summer, but maybe he was just a worker at the haunted house who wanted to try out the maze on his break. He also seems to be oblivious to your presence, muttering to himself.

"Hi!" you chirp, causing the man to jump and spin around.

"The hell are you doing, here?" he hisses.

"Uh, it's a maze at a carnival. I'm here having fun," his harsh tone was completely lost on you. "You're lost, right?"

"What do you think?" he snarls, but you just laugh.

"Yep! I thought so! Come on, I'll show you the way out," you grab his hand, noting that he was wearing black leather gloves. Also odd, but once again that could've been just another part of the haunted house attire.

The man rips his hand from your grip as if yours had burnt his. You look back at him confused, but just shrug and begin to run off towards the exit.

"Hey, wait!" the man shouts and begins to chase after you, making sure to be on your tail so he could leave.

Eventually, you and him were able to taste the fresh air of the carnival, with the added smell of fair foods. You turn to look at the man, only to be taken aback a bit.

He looked to be a boy about your age, with piercing eyes but a very handsome face. You also noticed that he was unfamiliar to you.

"Huh, I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?" you smile at him, but he just turns to walk back towards the crowded rows of booths. "Hey, wait up!"

You decide to follow him. If he was new, you didn't want him to be overwhelmed or lonely.

"I'm Y/N!" you grin, but he just continues walking forwards. His eyes scanning the crowds and his jaw tight.

"Oh, you don't talk much, huh? That's okay! What do you wanna do? Do you wanna get something to eat? Oh! Or we co-"

"Look, don't you have friends or something that you can go hang out with?" he asks sharply. Unfortunately for Henry, the tone was once again lost on you.

"I do, but they'd rather make out in the tunnel of love than hang out with me," your tone drops slightly which makes Henry's eyebrow quirk up. After a couple of seconds though, just shake your head and smile back at him. "It's okay though, because I met you! I love meeting new people!"

'Jesus, what was your deal?' Henry thought. You were like a Care Bear in human shape. So sickeningly sweet that it was making him feel weird. How could someone like you exist in the cruel world his mom had told him so much about? Has it not broken you, yet?

"Oh, look! Bumper cars! You wanna go do those?" you beam up at him. Henry sighed. If he put up with this, maybe you would leave him alone. Besides, you provided him good cover. A new face like him dressed the way he was all by himself may drive suspicion. So he turned his head to look at your eager face and uttered one word.

"Fine."

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You weren't bad at bumper cars, but you also didn't win. Not that you cared though, especially since your mystery man had won. You were surprised at his skills and made sure to tell him.

Henry listening to you gush over him was odd. Not used to getting such praise from someone who wasn't his mother. And like with his mother, it made him feel good.

You continue to skip through the crowds with him at your side. He was still scanning all of the people around you, but his jaw wasn't tight anymore. That elated you, as you took it as him finally enjoying himself. You both stop when you hear someone call your name.

"Is that you, Y/N?" the voice of an older man called from a game booth. Your face brightens and you run to him, Henry following after you.

"Frank! I haven't seen you in ages!" you hug him over the booth's countertop. Henry tenses up and watches the man closely.

"You're one to talk! I haven't seen you since you were just 'this' tall," Frank levels his hand to show just how small you were when he had last seen you. He opens his mouth to speak again, but stops when his eyes fall on Henry. "Hey, Y/N, who's your friend?"

"He's new in town! I saved him from the maze!" you chirp.

"Ah, okay," he drawls, looking at Henry suspiciously. Upon seeing you look at him fondly though, he puts on his best "friendly face" and holds his hand out. "Pleasure to meet you, son."

Henry looks at Frank's hand before shaking it, still analyzing the older man. You are completely oblivious to the tension, as you look at the milk bottles that are stacked up in the booth.

"Hey, Frank! Care if we play?" you pull some tickets out from your back pocket. Frank's mood changes at the sound of your voice and smiles at you.

"Of course! You and your friend here get three shots," he kneels down to hand you three baseballs first.

You throw all three and only get three of the six bottles down.

"Oh, well! Your turn!" you turn to smile at Henry and move out of his way. Frank hands him three baseballs just as he did with you. He takes the ball, pulls his arm back, and....

All six bottles tumble down with a force that startles both you and Frank.

"Well I'll be damned! I have never seen anyone knock those bottles down like that! You play baseball, son?" the older man asks Henry, amazed.

"No," he says, shortly.

The older man clears his throat at the awkward silence before looking towards the stuffed animals that hung around the booth.

"Well, you won. Pick out your prize."

Henry wanted to just walk away, but looked at you in his peripheral. You were staring longingly at a pink elephant plush that had a cute, cartoony face. He points to that one.

"This one right here?" Frank asks, taking the elephant down. Henry nods. "Alright! Here ya go."

Henry takes the stuffed animal and nods at him.

"Bye, Frank!" you call as Henry begins to walk away from the booth.

"Bye, Y/N! See you next year!"

As soon as you both are five feet away from the booth, Henry practically shoves the plush at you.

"Here."

"What-?"

"You wanted it. I got it. Now take it," he says shortly. You look up at him, confused, but he still continues to walk forward and scan the crowd. You take the plushie and smile at it. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, with the softest fur you ever felt.

You squeal and pull Henry into a hug, thanking him. He tenses up and pushes you off.

"What the hell are you doing?" he scowls.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I just w-wanted to...," you trail off, hurt evident in your voice and eyes.

Your change in demeanor causes Henry to feel guilty, and the couple of eyes he could sense on him only added to that feeling. He sighs and rests his hand on your shoulder.

"Look, I'm...I'm sorry, okay. Just...just warn me before you do that again...please," his voice is now soft as he looks at you, wanting you to know that he did really feel sorry.

"Okay," you whisper, still feeling miserable about making him uncomfortable.

"Hey, why don't...," Henry thinks for a second. "Why don't we go on a ride, huh?"

"Okay," a smile forms on your face. "Which one do you wanna go on?"

"Whichever one you'd like," Henry gives you the first genuine smile you had seen that night. This causes your own smile to grow and you take his hand to lead to one of the more thrilling rides. Henry doesn't rip his hand away this time, allowing you to drag him to where you wanted to take him.

Once at the ride you wanted to go on, you handed your elephant to the ride operator and Henry hesitantly gives up his bag, before you enter the ride.

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By the time the ride had ended, you and Henry were wobbling in the best way possible. Henry let out a shaky laugh. He had never felt so alive. Where had this been his whole life? You let out your own laugh at Henry's reaction, before you and him collect your belongings and go on to do more rides and games. While walking, and even making some small talk with your mystery man, he stops when he spots a phone booth.

Henry thinks about his mother, about his mission. He had to call her, to tell her about how he couldn't get a good opening. He wouldn't mention how he was getting distracted or how he was having fun with a living ray of sunshine. He knew how she would probably react if he was honest.

"Hey, uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you look up at him, beaming.

"I, uh...I have to make a phone call. I-I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay! I'll wait right here!" you chirp.

He nods and gives you a small smile, before walking to the booth.

Henry enters the booth and sighs. He rummages around in his pocket before finding some quarters and inserting them into the machine. He lifts the phone and inserts the number to the motel room he and his mother were staying in. He waits, tapping his foot nervously as he waits. Then it stops, and a familiar voice speaks from the other end.

"Yes?" his mother says.

"H-Hi, mom."

"Oh, Henry!" her voice is cheerful. "Did you finish your 'assignment'?"

"No, I haven't. I can't get a good opening," he doesn't mention that he had lost the man to begin with. "Besides, this one person won't leave me alone. They're constantly following me around and bothering me."

His mom sighs on the other end and thinks.

"I'll be over there in a bit. Keep trying, dear. And remember, if you do find your opening, do what you must. Poor kid," she mutters towards the end of the statement.

Henry's stomach drops. He knows instantly what she meant. He didn't want to hurt you. You had nothing to do with...with all of this. You were an innocent, sweet person in this miserable world. Why get rid of someone like you?

"Henry, sweetie, you there?" his mother questions.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, I, uh...I was just looking around. Look, don't worry about coming over. I got this, I promise. I'll call you if I need you, okay?"

"Hm...okay," she pauses, clearly skeptical at her son's words. "Please just stay safe, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, mom. Bye."

"Goodbye."

There is a click, and then the line goes dead. Henry lets out a shaky breath and sets the phone back on its cradle. A knock at the booth startles him out of his thoughts. He turns around to see you looking at him, concerned.

He opens the door to the booth and steps out.

"Sorry," you apologize. "I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat. Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah...don't worry about it, okay? Food, uh...food sounds great."

"Okay. What would you like?" Henry thinks for a moment before cracking a smile at you.

"Surprise me!"

You nod and walk off to find a food booth. You knew exactly what you wanted to get. You had been craving it ever since you entered the carnival grounds.

Henry followed behind you, curious as to what you were going to get as you passed booth after booth. Then you stop, just what you were looking for.

"I was wondering when you were gonna show up," a woman greets you.

"Hi, Pam!" you smile at her and hand her some dollar bills. "Two candied apples, please!"

"Two?" Pam cocks her head to the side until her eyes fall on Henry. "Oh, I see."

She smirks, interpreting the mystery man besides you and how you were lovingly holding your elephant plush as a date.

A few moments later, Pam turns back to you and Henry with two candied apples in her hands.

"Enjoy, you two!" she winks at you when you and Henry take your treats. The two of you walk once more, while Henry investigates the sweet in his hand. You look over at him and laugh.

"What? Have you never had a candied apple before?"

"Uh, no actually. Are...are they your favorite?" he asks.

"Uh huh!" you nod eagerly. "I have to have at least one when the carnival's up!"

It was true. Ever since you had the teeth to eat them, candied apples had been your favorite treat, even with all of the cavities you had gotten over the years because of them.

Henry slowly raises the apple to his lips and bites down. The taste causes him to pause. He had never tasted something so sweet. It seemed fitting that they were your favorite.

"You like it?" you ask.

He nods his head, before he takes another bite.

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"So you really aren't gonna leave tomorrow?" you look at Henry sadly.

"Yeah, I-I'm, um...I'm afraid so."

You had learned that Henry was just visiting your hometown on a road trip with his mom. You thought that was fun, because your family always goes on road trips every summer, and yet you were going to miss your new mystery friend.

"Oh, Y/N! There you are!"

You and Henry turn around, seeing your two friends running towards you.

"Yeah, we were really worried!"

That causes Henry to stare daggers at them. They were worried? If they were so Goddamned worried about your safety, then they wouldn't have abandoned you.

"Uh, Y/N...who's this?" they both look at the man beside you that was making them feel uncomfortable under his stare.

'Good,' Henry thought.

"Oh, this is just my friend I made who kept me company this whole time," your voice is still cheerful, but you were still trying to guilt them. Henry smirks at that.

"Oh, well, uh...it's-it's getting late. We should start heading home."

Your eyes widen at that and you look down at your watch. It was almost midnight. God, your parents were gonna kill you.

"Yeah, you guys head to the entrance. I'll catch up!" your friends look at the boy besides you. Despite being the same age as them, something about him didn't seem right. They slowly turn around and do as you told them. As you watch them go, you hear a certain someone mutter something behind you.

"Henry."

"What?" you turn to look up at him.

"That's my name," Henry says.

You try the name out and smile. The sound of you saying his name made his chest feel weird.

"You look like a 'Henry'," you quip.

"That a bad thing?" he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"Nope!" you giggle and shake your head. Your demeanor changes and you awkwardly fiddle for something in your back pocket.

"Here," you hand him a small slip of paper.

Henry takes the paper and unravels it, a phone number revealing itself to him.

"Just in case you wanna keep in touch, o-or you know...just letting me know if you're gonna be in town again," you sheepishly state, squeezing the elephant in your arms. You had written your number down when he went off to make his phone call. You felt silly since you didn’t even know his name yet, but you knew you liked him either way.

"I, uh...I think I'll do just that," he smiles at you and puts the paper in his pocket. You smile back.

"I'm gonna hug you. Is that okay?"

Henry laughs, before opening his arms to you. You wrap one of your arms around him and he wraps his arms around your waist. Neither of you want to pull away, knowing that it would mean the end of your night together and who knows how long until you see each other again.

Unfortunately, your friends were waiting for you and he had a mission that you were unaware of. You pull away first.

"Goodbye, Henry," you quickly press a peck to his cheek. He tenses, but then looks at you shyly.

"Y-Yeah...goodbye, Y/N," a shade of pink crosses his face. He then clears his throat before pointing to your plushie. "You take good care of him."

You giggle and nod your head, before turning and walking away from him. Not even five feet away from him, you turn back and wave both your hand and your elephant's arm goodbye. Henry shakes his head and smiles, lifting his hand up to give a small wave of his own.

He stood there, watching your figure get smaller and smaller, until you disappeared into the crowd entirely.

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The man was killed swiftly in the haunted house of all places. No one suspected a thing, believing that the body was just a prop and the screams just sound effects.

Now Henry was laying down on his bed in the motel room his mother had rented. She was in the bathroom washing his knife and mask.

He could still hear the noises of the crowds cheering, feel the shakiness in his limbs after a thrill ride, taste the candied apple on his tongue, and feel your kiss on his cheek.

Perhaps when he and his mother got into the next town and had to split up again, he would see if that number you gave him was real.

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