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asamary · 2 months

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The precious angel

(This is my first every story... ye)

As the flowers flow in the wind, the bright blue sky shine in the sky. There sat a person in a field filled with various flowers. They hum a tune as they make some flower crowns by themselves.

Alone, as they always were.

In their high school years, all of their school mate thought of them as weird, they had weird habits and would sometimes talk to themselves. Thats what the students say. But in their eyes, these weird habit is the only comfort they had in all their high school years. Arranging even the slightest mess in their table, or suddenly tapping their fingers.

When the other students see them talking to themselves, it's actually them talking to some frogs they suddenly found.

Their high school years were never bright, but not to dull ether. Yet they wished it could have been more fun. Wished they could had made friends to not worry their grandmother too much.

As their grandmother said once, they were a very talented child. Was good at any instruments they held, creative in painting, loved to cook and bake. Even knitted a pile of plushies for their grandma. Of course there were some they found they were bad at too, sports to be exacts, was never good at soccer. And was slow to answering questing in their class, had a hard time having a conversation while looking to one's eyes, Yet even with their anxiousness, they tried. They truly tried.

But as their high school ends, they wanted to forget all of that, start a new, even when it's a bit late now..

So here in these flower field, where the wind blew the flowers away, as they sat holding the flower crowns they made.

A unexpected stranger suddenly came, one they never could have believed was real.

Angel's pov

"Such a pretty flower crown you have made!" A sudden voice spoke behind me, it made me jumped as i whip my head towards the person.

I was expecting a person, yet what came to view, i saw a red bear smiling widely at me. I was frozen in shocked, not just from my anxiety, but also from this unexpected encounter. But as minutes passed, as we stared awkwardly at each other, i answered "than-k you.." and it went back to the awkward silence.

The bear suddenly laughs heartily,as she sat down beside me. "Haha!! I must have surprised you too much! I know humans are not used to seeing beings like me." She said as she watched the flowers flowed through the wind."I'm.. not actually allowed to be here, our sa-.. our mayor doesn't allow certain residents from going out, but for so long i have always wanted to wander outside of our town!! And and .... oh, I'm rambling."she scratched her cheek as she looked at me"you might think I'm more weird now heh...""no!!" I suddenly shouted, it startled her as she looked at me from my sudden outburst. "I..i meant, you're not weird.. I'm just, surprise is all." I looked away as i messed with my fingers. "Im.. I'm not used to talking is all, i tend to be alone most of my time, except when I'm home. I.. i live With my grandmother is all"

I begun, she listed as she smiled at our little conversation. Then she begun to tell stories of their town, saying how everyone is very unique.for hours we talked, and i begun to open up a bit. I never would have thought that i could make a friend again.

But to think that this friend is unlike the others i once had,it brings me hope, that maybe this friendship will last longer.

Time skip~

"Oh my! Was your granma ok then?!" "She was ok, she might be old but she sure is very strong!!" We laughed for a while as i wiped the tears on my face.

We sat there, laughter dying, i suddenly stood up as she watched me put one of the flower crown on her head. "I now dubbed thee, the queen of this flower field!" I snickers as i bowed down jokingly. i held my hand for her to take, She snickers as she stood up, taking my hand. We laughed as she begun to drag me around the flower field.

As we played around, we begun to dance all of a sudden. Me having two left feet was clumsy, and stumbled a lot, Yet she held me as we both danced around the flower field. It went for hours until we both became tired, falling back to the flowers as we huffed in exhaustion.

We layed there, she laugh again and suddenly engulfed me in a bear hug. "It's been so long since i had this much fun with someone... my roommates barely give me any attention anymore." She puffed her cheeks as she continued. "they seem to be always busy now days, I'll only meet them in the morning and at night now... and at week ends their barley home!!" She cried out as she buried her head to my neck.

The close contact shocked me, but i pat her head as i Asked."well, what does your roommates do?"

She answered "well, dogday is always in the school with the miss daisys and the children, bubba was been busy teaching the growing kids about adult stuffs, picky is always in the bakery ether cooking for just baking sweets, crafty had been in the library with bubba but is painting most of the time, and hoppy, kickn and catnap had been aways for sometime a while now.....it was our mayors orders...." she said, as she mumbled the last part. "How about you?" I asked. Patting her head, still a bit uncomfortable by the closeness. "I walk around town from time to time.. have little chats with the other residents of the town.... but I'm always at home, cleaning after them... sometimes we gather together in special school events.. i always yearn for those days... those are the time we all work together... am i too clingy?" She suddenly asked. I stayed quiet for a while.

i would think she was, but i could also see she is just worried about her roommates, afraid if something bad suddenly happened to them. Afraid to be left alone..

So i held her closer and answered"you are clingy. but, i could understand that you are afraid to be alone..i don't quite know what happened to you to become clingy, but I'm not annoyed by it." I smiled as i continued to hold her"we both might have just met hours ago, but it feels as if we both knew each other for a longer time,I'm so happy to meet someone so unique as you are!" I smiled as i hugged her back.

She stayed quiet for a while, before she hugged back tightly. It stayed like this for a while until my phone suddenly rang. I jumped from the loud noice, as i took out my Nokia phone. "Y/N!!! ITS NOW 4PM!! WHERE ARE YOU YOUNG MAN!!" The small device shouted as i held it far away from me. "I-I'm sorry grandma!! I didn't notice.. i . .. " i looked at the bear beside me, and answered "i was with a friend..." "WELL YOUNG LA- oh... a friend? Well, i guess you and your friend could hang out a bit, but i want you home at 6!! Do you hear me girl??" "Yes grandma.. i heard you."i answered as i heard the bear laughing quietly in the back "well then, tell your friend i said hello and they better be nice to you!!" As she suddenly end the call.

I looked at the bear as she burst into laughter,"your grandma sure is full of energy!! Such a loud voice, i think i could have heard her from a mile away!!" I pout at her as she continued to laugh.

As her laughter died, she touched my cheek and said."to have such a caring grandmother, how envious.." i looked at her and spoke"but to suddenly meet a future forever friend, i think even grandma will love you like she does to me..." i smiled as i held her paw on my cheek.

She stared at me quietly, til she said.."aren't you such a precious angel...."

Before i could asked what she meant, a new voice suddenly join.

"BOBBY WHERE ARE YOU!!??" Startled by the new voice, she looked at her back to the forest she came out of, she hesitated before saying."my name is bobby! And if you wish to hang out some more, we can meet here again!!" She said smiling as she stood up. "It seems my roommates had found me heh,they're going to lecture me..again... but!! I don't regret it today!! Because, i found you!!"she said, as she held me up like simba. I limp there, not knowing what to do.

"BOBBY??!!" Another new voice shouted.

"I'll meet you again then, angel❤︎" as she hugged me one last time, before setting me down, and going to where the voices are heard. I stood there, not knowing what to do. "I forgot to tell my name....."

That was the last thing i mumbled, as i heard the voices coming to a stop.

I looked at the setting sun as i thought, 'time to go home then' i smiled, as the thought of meeting my new friend again filled me with joy.

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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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Queer request 💗 Femmes have my heart - make it as smutty/fluffy as you want 💅🏻

Female Reader is a regular at Rita’s and has been wanting to approach Mor for a while. Reader finally gets the courage and Mor had been feeling the same.

Would not oppose to Feyre catching them or something (don’t wanna out our Queen)

YES MOR LFG ❤️ this is pretty much just fluff, I'm happy to write smut with Mor but this is what came out of the keyboard today. I'm just feeling soft and I want to cuddle with her tbh

It Happened One Night

Mor x f!Reader

Warnings: canon typical homophobia, otherwise this is so sweet

It was a Friday night at Rita’s, and you scanned the crowd for the one face you could count on to be here tonight. You were determined to finally approach Morrigan, the stunning blonde who lit up every room she entered. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw her standing at the bar, but as you approached you noticed her there with another female. Freezing in your tracks, you realized, that wasn’t just any female. Mor was there with your High Lady.

You panicked as you rushed back to your table, planning to give up for the evening when you looked over your shoulder to see Feyre staring at you with a curious look. She whispered something to Mor, who turned around to look at you. They knew. You’d never felt so embarrassed, and planned to sneak out and leave for the night when you saw Mor moving towards you.

She arrived at your table, tossing her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder as she flashed you a smile that made your knees weak. Leaning over the table towards you, Mor gave you a perfect view of her ample cleavage pouring out of her tight red dress. You weren’t sure you were still breathing when she introduced herself, offering to buy you a drink.

The two of you sat and talked for awhile. You were surprised by how much you had in common, which complicated things in your mind. Your crush had developed into real feelings in just one evening. Surely Mor wouldn’t be into you that way. She was one of the leaders of the Night Court, and the most beautiful fae you’d ever seen. Your heart stumbled in your chest as you decided you should leave before you get hurt.

When Mor returned to the bar to chat with Feyre, you left, throwing the doors open as you rushed into the cold winter air to trek home. You didn’t make it far before you felt a warm presence and the sweetest voice ask, “where are you going?” You turned to see Mor holding herself, trying to stay warm. She held out a mug of mulled wine towards you. “I was bringing this to you and saw that you’d left. I’m sorry if I got the wrong impression from you, I was foolish to think there was something more-“ You cut her off with a kiss, drawing back in shock when you realized what you’d done. Did you misinterpret what Mor was saying? Females have been hanged in Prythian for less.

Before you could pull away, Mor tugged you close, weaving her hands through your hair as she kissed you deeply, pulling away only when you were both gasping for air. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you in Rita’s two years ago,” she whispered. Your eyes watered as you felt accepted for the first time in your long life. A burden lifted as you realized not only did someone else understand you for who you were, but she cared about you in that way.

Mor grabbed your hand, stroking her thumb across the back of it as she leaned her forehead against yours. “I would love to continue to get to know you, if you would let me.” You kissed her softly in reply, nodding as you led her back to your apartment where you stayed up talking until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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zoloftsexdeath · 5 months

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Thinking about the origin songs of all the surviving covey members. I can’t speak to color theory, and I haven’t read the books, but I do know some folk songs and recognized some names. Now I don’t stick to Childes ballads strictly when listening to these songs, but I will be listing the number for reference on all the names that have a childe’s ballad corresponding, just for ease of research.

Lucy Grey Baird

Lucy Grey is her own creature and her song is plain in the books. I think the difference between the book ballad of Lucy Gray and the one in the movie (the song she herself wrote about Billy Taupe) is fascinating, as the first one is more of a story-song traditional like, and the Ballad per the movie is so. Im shoving it in my mouth and eating it. Smarter people with more context than me can write better about it though so I’ll leave it at this. I personally think Rachael Ziegler killed it though, and her voice is high and clear, would love to hear her live so I could lay in the grass and kick my feet as I listen.

Barbara Azure Baird

Barb Azure canonically came from Barbara Allen/Barb’ry Allen [CB # ]traditionally a round sung about a woman whose lover dies of wanting her, and she dies of sorrow, and their graves lie entertwined with plants of rose and briar on each respective grave to form a true lover’s knot. My favorite version comes from Joan Baez. This is the only of the covey songs I’ve ever heard before doing this research, and I love it dearly.

Tam Amber [last name unknown]

Tam Amber from Tam Lin! Also known as Tamlaine, Tamlin, or Tam Lyne [Child Ballad #39]. An epic Scottish ballad, and a lovely round. As the story went he was a mortal kidnapped by faeries and has become their unwilling servant, protecting a forest in which he finds a beautiful young woman (usually named Janet or Margaret) whom he confronts for plucking roses. They doink about it, she gets pregnant, her father asks who got her with child, and she rushes back to Tam Lin and begs him to either get rid of the child he begot or marry hee, which in his current state he cannot do. He then devises a plan for Janet/Margaret to performs several tasks that will allow him to return to the land of the mortals, angering the faery queen but assuaging her enough that she makes good on her promise and reluctantly frees Tam Lin to marry his now beloved Janet and legitimize their child. Perhaps not the most traditional version, the one by Anaïs Mitchell and Jefferson Hamer makes me think yes, I can see Tam Amber’s parents falling in love to this song, singing it to him and the other covey children to put them to sleep.

Clerk Carmine Clade

From the ballad Clerk Colven [Child Ballad #42] about a real piece of work who tries to run off on his wife and sleep with a mermaid. The mermaid knows this though, and curses him to suffer a horrific headache until I think his head actually explodes. I don’t think it necessarily has any bearing on Clerk Carmine’s actual personality, but the combination of this song with the color carmine (a brilliant red extracted from the cochinil bug) leads me to believe he was either conceived, born, or his parents married while traveling in district 5. I can see this one being a favorite in district, where they know the danger of baiting the sea and possibly the danger of being a jackass to your wife as well. The location of D5 down in the southwest also leads me to believe it was one of the few places the Covey could have encountered the color as well, as often red 40 or other synthetics are used in mass production of vibrant reds and the use of cochinil based carmine would likely be a very “district” thing, used by native residents for painting or decoration of small items. It’s a strong name, and dangerous when it comes to taking a stand against what the capital represents. I’m surprised he was able to keep it. I reccomend this cover, dunno the singer really but the accent is heavy and his voice is true. I would listen with lyrics alongside though.

Maude Ivory Baird

The book tells us that Maude comes from the poem “Maude Clare” by Christina Rosetti, and Ivory from piano keys. I also like to think that she was partially named after Maud Karpeles, a British folk song collector who helped write down a lot of folk music.

Billy Taupe Clade

Likely from Billy Boy, ironic and fitting for its being about a man after a wife who can feed and care for him despite her being “too young to leave her mother” something Lucy Gray says about him wanting in the books (and seemingly not wanting much more). I don’t care much for this song (sorry), but this is an alright cover.

#covey #lucy grey baird #lucy gray baird #Lucy gray #hunger games #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #clerk Carmine Clade #Billy taupe #Billy taupe Clade #barb azure #barb azure Baird #Maude ivory #Maude ivory Baird #tam Amber

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chelseeebe · 2 years

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still don’t know my name.

summary: at the halloween party, you witness hawkins high king and queen arguing. but then you’re dragged into the middle of it by king steve himself, causing some incredibly confusing feelings.

i’ve been listening to so much music, every song inspires a new story so i just write and write and come up with stuff like this el oh el. think there could potentially be a part two to this story.

you weren’t normally a party person, but it was halloween and even you knew that sitting in your room alone was super depressing.

your best friend robin had convinced you it’d be fun. ‘c’mon man, it’ll be great. plus, it’s halloween, d’ya really wanna be stuck at home answering the door to kids all night?’

you knew why she really wanted to go, the party was at vickie’s house and to robin this was her only chance of actually speaking to her. although, you knew your best friend, probably better than you knew yourself at this point, so you also knew that she was going to stand in the corner all night not even looking in vickie’s direction.

‘okay, i’ll go with you. but you better not leave me for vickie, robin i’m serious.’

this causes your red headed best friend to giggle, ‘i won’t! you know you’re my number one,’ she winks at you, ‘now hurry! go and get ready now!’

‘oh shit, i don’t have a costume, what the fuck am i gonna wear?’

robin purses her lips, scanning your cluttered room.

‘aha!’ she pulls out a child-sized cat eared headband, ‘you can be a cat! we can draw whiskers on and you can just wear something black!’ robin had the tendency to get a tad over-excited, this was one of those times. she’s practically bouncing up and down on your bed.

‘okay fine. i’m going to shower, please don’t break anything in here while i’m gone.’ she grins back at you and shoo’s you away with her hands.

you step out of your car, robin in tow. she looked great, she was dressed like princess leia from star wars, a movie she’d been begging you to watch for far too long. she’d given the costume a personal spin, opting for white trousers and shirt over a dress, it was just more robin this way. her hair was still curled into the iconic leia buns.

the music is already blaring, you didn’t take vickie for a party animal nor did you think that she was particularly popular, she was like you and robin, not popular but not unpopular, you just sort of existed around both groups of people. so it shocks you when you spot multiple people wearing the hawkins high green varsity jacket.

real original.

‘okay, let’s do this dollface.’ robin blows you a kiss, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the party.

it was packed. people you’d never have expected to see outside of their relevant clique table were sat talking to each other. maybe this wasn’t going to be too bad afterall. your assumptions of the party were that it was going to be just like school, in which you were invisible to the vast majority of attendees.

‘robin! you came!’ vickie barrels up to the pair of you, she’s dressed as a mummy, i think, either way she looks incredible and you could see that robin definitely agreed. ‘and y/n! i’m so glad you both decided to come!’

you smiled at her, knowing you’d most likely only gotten the invite because of robin.

‘come come, get a drink! let’s party!’ it wasn’t a secret that vickie had had a few already. this was great news for robin, hoping that this meant she could squeeze some information out of her.

you follow robin and vickie into the kitchen, sweeping the room as you go. it was like nothing you had ever seen, clean-cut cheerleaders downing shots, ‘nerds’ playing beer pong with the basketball team.

across the kitchen you spot nancy wheeler and her boyfriend steve harrington, nancy was heavily intoxicated at this point and you could tell, even through his dark ray-bans, that steve was getting annoyed with her behaviour.

vickie points you over to the punch bowl, unfortunately placed directly in front of the bickering couple. her and robin were deep in conversation, already breaking her promise.

you sigh, slinking over to the punch bowl to grab a cup.

‘nance, i think you’ve had enough.’ as he attempts to wrestle the red solo-cup out of her grasp.

this doesn’t work and instead ends up all over nancy’s bright white button-up.

‘what the hell.’ nancy storms off past you, brushing your arm on her way through the kitchen. steve is quick to follow, although this time he jolts your whole body with his arm. without even a glance to you he’s off up the stairs following nancy.

asshole. you thought to yourself.

it had been a good hour since the whole nancy and steve situation, in the time being you’d seen her stumbling out of the party under jonathan byer’s arm. which you thought was odd. jonathan wasn’t popular but he wasn’t like you and robin, no.

he unfortunately got a brunt of the bullying, with it only getting worse when his younger brother went missing sometime last year. see, people had actually believed he was the one who killed his brother, only making things worse for his unfortunate time in school.

robin and vickie were deep in conversation on the couch across from you, robin only occasionally breaking away to make sure you were still sat there.

‘vickie, where’s the bathroom?’

she breaks away from robins gaze, ‘oh, um upstairs and to the left. big brown door, you can’t miss it.’

robin wouldn’t have noticed if you were abducted by aliens right then and there, she was in love. and you were so happy for her but you wished she would have at least left you at home.

it’s a mission to get up the stairs, as couples litter the steps, all deep in their own worlds, just like robin and vickie.

you knock twice on the door, to which no one replies. so you step in.

‘oh, oh my god, i’m sorry i-i did knock.’

your eyes are on steve harrington, his sunglasses are now in the sink and his eyes are red with tears. he looks back at you, his hands held up as if to say ‘whatever.’

‘are you okay?’ you ask sheepishly, he quite obviously is not okay but if you didn’t ask you’d feel bad.

‘yeah, i’m just fine. i’m sorry i was just.. sorting myself out.’ he looks at you through the mirror on the wall and takes a big sigh. steve still couldn’t let his ‘king steve’ persona falter, not even know that you’d caught him in such a vulnerable position.

‘oh.. okay. i’ll just.. wait out here-’ you go to leave the dimly lit bathroom but steve’s hand is wrapped around your wrist.

‘no, it’s okay, i’m done now anyway,’ he’s studying your face, trying to see if he can recognise you at all. nope, nothing.

‘what’s your name anyway? are you new to hawkins or something?’

you almost want to roll your eyes, you and steve had been in the majority of classes together since freshman year and he thought you’d just moved here?!

‘nope.’ you sigh, ‘my name’s y/n.. i’m pretty sure we’re in miss click’s class together.’ you knew you were, because you and robin had sat at the back all semester giggling at how he was so messy.

‘oh... yeah, i know you..’ he did not. but maybe he wanted to? his fight with nancy had been pretty damning. christ, if your girlfriend is leaving with another man, there’s not much redemption from that.

‘hey, i’ll just call you... red,’ his eyes flicker down to your lips, painted with robins bright red lipstick.

you’re blushing, very much against your own will. he was just a massive prick to you but you can’t help but flutter when his eyes rest on yours.

‘i have a name,’ you protest, but the smile had already crept to your face.

‘yeah, but red’s my favourite colour.’ his hand slides up to your jaw, his thumb aching to toy at your bottom lip.

what the fuck are you doing? you had literally just been a witness to his and nancy’s fight, why were you still stood in this bathroom with him? why on earth were you actually willing him to do it, to kiss you.

your heart is thumping and you pray that he can’t hear it through your chest.

that’s when his other hand moved to your waist, his hands are soft, way softer than you’d expected. he turns you around, your back now against the white tiled counter. his face couldn’t be more than a few inches away from yours, his breath hot on your cheeks.

you’re still looking up into his chocolatey-eyes when his lips finally crash against yours. instinctively your arms wrap around his neck, kissing the basketball star back.

you can taste the smoke and alcohol when his tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for permission to meet yours. you accept, of course. if it wasn’t for that goddamn punch you would have been back downstairs third-wheeling robin and vickie already.

both of his hands are on your waist now as he hoists you up onto the counter, slipping between your legs. where you can already feel the slight tent in his pants. you had stupidly chosen a pleated black skirt, now regretting your decision.

in doing this, the bottles of product decorating the counter, come crashing to the floor with a loud clatter.

this causes you to pull away, breathless, chest heaving at the sight of steve harrington with your red lipstick around his mouth.

he lets out a breathy laugh, wasting no time in returning to the heavy kiss.

‘mm, no stop-’ you pull away once again, this time placing a finger over his, now, very red mouth.

‘why?’ his eyes are dark and almost boring holes into your iris’.

‘you have a girlfriend..’ it comes out like a question but you’re sure. even if they weren’t together now, it was far too soon to be kissing random girls in bathrooms.

‘i mean, i’m not sure she’d agree.’

you shake your head and hop off of the counter, it’s not right. nancy wheeler wasn’t one of the mean girls, she used to be like you, undetectable. that was until steve had taken a shining to her.

‘no, steve.. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have even stayed this long.’

you rush out of the bathroom, bumping into some far too wasted jock in the hallway.

robin notices you frantically climbing down the stairs and finally pulls her attention away from vickie.

‘woah, woah.. what the hell happened to you? you were up there for ages, i thought you’d fallen in.’ she smirks at you, but the look you flash tells her that it’s not the right time.

‘hey, i’m just about ready to leave, if that’s okay with you?’

‘yeah yeah, um.. let me just say goodbye to vickie and i’ll meet you by the car?’

you nod, biting your bottom lip, taking that as your opportunity to escape out of the front door.

as she turns to say her goodbyes, she’s interrupted by steve harrington, his eyes skimming across the crowd. he’d done a good job at wiping away the evidence, although the small red smudge of red lipstick on his bottom lip was enough for robin to notice.

‘you kissed harrington?! y/n what the fuck, i left you for 5 minutes!’ robin shrieks. you were both lying on your bed, giggling about the night you’d both just experienced.

‘he kissed me! i’d say it was closer to an hour, but whatever, i wasn’t counting.’ you look over at her, your hair fanned out on the pink pillow. you can’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all. you and steve harrington were making out at a party?

‘oh my god,’ robin is giggling, ‘if anyone finds out you know you’ll be like, totally outcast, right? you can’t be the one to split up the king and queen of hawkins high.’

‘rob, he doesn’t even know me, besides.. i don’t think they’re together anymore..’ you cut yourself off. it was absolutely no business of yours whether steve harrington and nancy wheeler were still together. nope. ‘and you’re not going to tell anyone, isn’t that right?’

she looks over to you and nods but you know robin and she’s a blabbermouth. she doesn’t even intend to do it, it just sort of slips out in an awkward babble when she’s nervous.

‘i mean it robin, not even vickie.’ you hold out your pinky and ring finger, you’d created a secret handshake specifically for situations like these, where only the two of you could know.

she meets your fingers with hers and bursts out laughing again.

you’re stood by your locker, trying to pick up your books and head to your next class when you see him.

walking through the corridor, arm wrapped around nancy’s shoulder. you gulp, suddenly the guilt feels so much worse.

they’re still together.

as they make their way past your row of lockers, you try your hardest not to look at him but can’t help but steal a glance. you’re sure you caught his eyes flicker to you, and if they did it was only for a split second.

you sigh as you head off in the opposite direction, the direction that steve should be walking if he wanted to make it to his next class in time.

silly little girl. why would anyone like steve harrington be interested in you?

you’re sat writing notes on the biology lab you’d just completed in the school library, not particularly focused nor interested in what you were saying.

you sit back in the chair as your eyes wander off of the book and to the brown pair of eyes staring at you from across the desk.

‘hey, red.’ when the hell had he gotten there?

you scoot up in your chair, mouth hanging slightly open as you quickly scan the room, the library was empty bar you two in the corner.

‘hey.. steve.’

‘whatcha doing there?’ your eyes flick to your notes. he was literally sat behind you in the very lab you were writing about, totally oblivious to your presence.

‘writing about the lab.. which you should be doing too.’ you smile weakly at him. unsure of what he’s trying to gain from this situation.

‘nah, that’s boring. let’s do something interesting.’ he’s now sat on the chair next to yours, as you shuffle in the opposite direction, he makes sure to scoot up right next to you.

‘hmm, like what?’ you didn’t want to push him, it comes out unannounced. it actually pained you to admit it but you really did think he was attractive.. and this whole secrecy thing was kinda sexy..

‘like this.’ and his lips are on yours again, the kiss just as electric as the last. your eyes flutter shut as once again his soft fingers have found your waist.

the library was empty and you’d sat in the back corner but you couldn’t help but worry about who could possibly walk in and see this scene.

your hand rests on his shoulder, pushing him back off of you.

‘we’re in the library.. and you have a girlfriend.’ his forehead is leaning against yours, eyes narrowing when you mention his girlfriend.

‘there’s no one around.. it’s like four, everyone’s gone home already.’

you want to, you really want to. but you think back to what robin said about being totally outcast if anyone found out what you’d done.

‘we.. we can’t.. it’s not fair..’ his thumb was stroking your jaw. fuck.

‘but we can, it’s just a kiss... and you’re not going to tell anyone are you, red?’ there was that stupid nickname again, you knew he was only using it in place of your real name because he didn’t know your real name. and yet it still gives you butterflies anytime it comes out of his soft lips.

you close your eyes and steve takes this as his opportunity to kiss you again, much softer this time. your hand moves from his shoulder, sliding into the back of his famous hair.

he leads the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth before you could do anything about it. not that you would have. his whole body is leaning into you, causing you to lean back over your chair. those large soft hands are holding you from falling off the damn thing.

you couldn’t deny how amazing this felt. you’d kissed a few people but never like this before and never ever with someone as attractive as steve.

his hand is creeping up your waist and onto your breast, the sensation alone causes you to moan into his mouth. the lack of contact causes him to break away, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down onto your jaw and then your neck.

‘y/n? there you ar- woah!’

you pull away as you spot robin stood by the book shelf, mouth wide open.

you jolt up and away from steve, who has the exact same idea.

‘well, i hope i wasn’t interrupting anything.. i kinda still need that ride home if that’s okay with you..’ your best friend is so awkward it actually hurts.

you gather up your books from the table shoving them into your backpack, refusing to even glance at steve.

‘right, yes, let’s go.’ you storm away from the table grabbing robin’s hand. she doesn’t care about looking at steve as she twists her head around while you pull her through the library doors.

you collapse into your car. and insert the key into the ignition before robin is even fully in the car.

‘don’t. just don’t.’

robin bites her lip. ‘can i ju-’

‘no. just don’t say anything and i might not crash into a wall on the way home.’

she smiles to herself, finding it too difficult to contain herself. you spot steve leaving the school, watching your car pull off at great speed.

‘arghh!’ you scream, your knuckles turning white from your grip on your steering wheel.

‘y/n, it’s okay! i promise i won’t say anything but i’m too young to die!’

this makes you laugh, even in a situation as serious as this robin knew how to make you crack up.

‘i’m not going to kill us,’ you reassure her, your mind switches back to whatever the fuck that just was.

‘oh thank god!’ her grip loosens from the above head handle, ‘you sure you don’t wanna speak about it?’

‘i don’t even know what to say rob, he came in and just kissed me again. i told him that we can’t, he’s still with nancy for fuck’s sake!’ you’re exasperated. still unsure on exactly what this boy wants from you. is he just trying to get one back over nancy? is he trying to get a quick fuck? you had no clue.

‘maybe he likes you? i mean, you’re beautiful, why wouldn’t he?’

‘because i’m me! i’m no-one! he doesn’t even know my name, keeps calling me red because of that stupid lipstick, how can he just- just use me like that?’ it was becoming infuriating, you didn’t want to be some little toy for steve. especially not to get one over on nancy.

after dropping robin back at her house, you drive back to your house.

an unfamiliar maroon bmw parked on your driveway.

so you park up, as you’re leaving your car you see him. jumping out of his car and rushing over to you.

‘how the fuck did you get my address?’

‘i have my ways.. look, red.. i just wanted to see you..’ he moves closer to you, you had no choice but to move back against your car door.

‘steve, robin won’t say anything, i promise. you don’t have to stalk me back to my house.’ you make sure to spit his name, since he couldn’t even give you the courtesy of knowing yours.

‘are you sure? i just.. i wanted to make sure that this, little thing stayed between me and you.. it’s better that way you see.’ his hand is leaning against the window of your car, just beside your waist.

‘there is no “little thing” steve, nothing happened. now i’d like to go inside my house if you don’t mind.’

he steps forward, his chin tilted down towards you. ‘so you don’t wanna finish what we started back there?’ he’s smirking because even he knows that you want nothing more.

‘no. i don’t, i’m going inside now.’ his hand slams onto your car, over your shoulders, trapping you between his body and your car.

‘c’mon red.. i know you want to.’ red. again. it’s astounding how he’s trying so desperately to get into your pants without even knowing your name.

‘you still don’t even know my name.’ and with that you break free from his arm prison and storm into your house, ensuring you gave the door an extra hard slam, just for him.

#steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n

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plentyoffandoms · 1 month

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Main Masterlist ♡ Eddie Kingston Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: suicide.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 784

Kiss me hard before you go

Summertime sadness

I just wanted you to know

That baby, you the best

I stood over to the side, not wanting to deal with any more people. I know they are offering the condolences, but there is only so much a man can take.

It all became a blur, and the next thing I knew, it was my turn to give a speech about the woman I love. It all became a blur around me as I saw her laying there. Her in her favourite dress, her hair done just right, and makeup on her beautiful face.

I got my red dress on tonight

Dancin' in the dark, in the pale moonlight

Done my hair up real big, beauty queen style

High heels off, I'm feelin' alive

I stood there as I gave my eulogy about the woman I love. The woman who was fighting her own demons each and every day.

The woman who I believed had her demons under control just because she said she was fine. Then she would smile at me and kiss my cheek, and go on with our days.

But I look back on those moments, and near the end, her eyes held no light. Her smile was forced.

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air

Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare

Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere

Nothin' scares me anymore

(One, two, three, four)

I wasn't in the state when I got the call from an unknown number. I still remember the unknown man's voice. "Is this Eddie Moore?"

"Yes, may I ask who this is?"

They explained they were from the sheriff department, and told me that this was in regards to my girlfriend.

I still remember my body going numb, as he told me. "I am sorry, Mr Moore, but her body was found in her car."

He went on to tell me it was due to a self-inflicted gun shot. I haven't been the same since.

Kiss me hard before you go

Summertime sadness

I just wanted you to know

That baby, you the best

I stayed at Jon and Renee's as they helped me plan everything. I found her note, but haven't brought myself to read it yet.

I gave her friends and family members their notes that she wrote. I still couldn't go back to our place, as I knew I would break down and want to join her wherever she may be, but I had to hold strong for myself. Knowing that is what she would want.

I got that summertime, summertime sadness

Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness

Got that summertime, summertime sadness

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

"I still can not believe you are gone. I still wake up expecting to get your good morning text. The random photos you would send me throughout the day as you knew much loved seeing your smiling face. I knew you were hurting, but you told me you were fine. That you had this handled, just like I do. I miss you, baby, more than anything. You will never be forgotten."

I ended my eulogy and just turned around to look at her as she laid in that coffin. Her hair covered the wounds. I collapsed to the ground, and Jon and Renee came and got me off the floor, and helped me to my seat.

I'm feelin' electric tonight

Cruisin' down the coast, goin' about 99

Got my bad baby by my heavenly side

I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight

I am alone now at the cemetery. Our friends and families are gone. Well, Jon, Renee, and Nelson were standing by the cars, letting me have my moment alone with her.

I gently placed her favourite flower on top of headstone. Her smiling face looking at me. I picked out the photo myself to place in the headstone.

"You are no longer in pain my love. You fought for so long, and I am proud of you. Never forget that, or how much my heart will only ever beat for you. I love you, my forever angel."

I kissed her photo, and stayed there until I couldn't cry anymore. As I left, I saw a butterfly fly past me, and deep down inside, I knew she was with me and will always be.

Kiss me hard before you go

Summertime sadness

I just wanted you to know

That baby, you the best

♥︎

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kasagia · 1 year

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♡Be my Valentine♡

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x reader

Summary: The day of lovers came like a bolt from the blue. You were planning to stay in your house, make yourself a huge pizza, and celebrate another year of being a single, self-sufficient woman. But you forgot that having the original hybrid as a lover-enemy (more like a puppy/wolf madly in love with you) comes with all sorts of surprises.

Word count: 4,4k+

My bloodthirsty alarm clock has been bothering me for 15 minutes. I promised myself that this time I would give up throwing a metal object and save myself the few dollars I used to spend on a new alarm clock every month. I groaned, rolling out of bed and getting up to turn off the death machine. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and threw myself back on the bed to check my messages.

Queen of school: Don't forget about the Valentine's Ball! I want to see you there with some sexy guy, so this freak-ancient hybrid will finally give you peace. P.S. Don't even think about missing it. I'll make Stefan or Damon come for your lazy ass.

Love you too, Gilbert. :-P

I groaned as I put a pillow over my face. It completely slipped my mind that today is this bloody holiday. Caroline will kill me if I try to avoid this annual nightmare again. I had to find a way to get out of this. Last year I had an unannounced visit from my mother, and two years ago I went skiing with Elena (who had broken up with Matt and was as reluctant to participate in this stupid holiday as I was). Maybe this time Bonnie could help me extricate myself from this?

Hello, my best friend ever! Could you help me hide in the darkest hole in this town so I didn't have to go out today and risk my mental health being completely damaged after seeing all these copules who will be sucking each other's faces and pelting each other with chocolates, flowers, and God knows what else?

Bon_Bon sweetheart: Are Caroline or Elena making you go to the party again?

Yes. On pain of death.

Bon_Bon sweetheart: You three are such drama queens. Give me five minutes. I'll come to you and help you with your excuse.

Thank you! You've always been my favorite.

Bon_Bon sweetheart: Don't let Caroline hear that!

I sighed in relief as I put my phone down. Immediately after, it buzzed, signaling an incoming call. Rebekah.

"What's up?" I asked after answering it.

Rebekah and I formed a sort of friendship after she joined our school. Of course, the girls were furious, but with time, they grew accustomed to my strange, warm-hearted relationship with Mikaelson. Actually, not only one of them. Kol was surprisingly nice after our many fights over every food I had, he liked to mess with me, especially after he saw I didn't shy away from teasing him just because he was an evil, crazy original vampire. Elijah and I somehow ended up together in the public library, discussing a book we were both reading. Since then, I've had three "friends" of the originals.

There was only one problem in this strange, twisted life of an ordinary man among the vampires, witches, and werewolves that I managed to lead. And there weren't fights between my two groups of friends. The problem was called Klaus Mikaelson. A man who turned our relatively quiet life in Mystic Falls upside down. A vampire who wanted to use Elena's blood to make hybrids similar to him (which she refused to do, as if taking her magical blood every month and giving it to Klaus wouldn't bury the hatchet between bloodthirsty vampires and bring us peace again).

"Can you tell me why all of the people are acting crazy? I mean, they aren't usually normal, but today they are unreasonable! Every wall is plastered with strange hearts, angels with arcs, and other red and pink damn things. We're celebrating a day of ripping people's hearts out, or what's the point?" she asked, both annoyed and confused by the whole situation. Just let it wait until Valentine's Day mail. Then a real nightmare happens.

"Almost. Have you ever heard of Valentine's Day, or has your ancient ass been kept in that musty coffin too long for you to know such a thing?"

"What?"

"In short. There was this one guy who decided that he had to set aside one special day in the year when people would declare their sincere, undying love for each other. And attention. Today is that day. So if you have a boy you're crazy about, you might as well go out with him tonight. If you don't have such plans, you can join me. We'll watch a movie, eat junk food, and complain about all men on this earth." I suggested as I walked into the kitchen and made sure I had everything I needed to survive this day.

"You seriously don't have anyone you would like to spend this day with? Did you see yourself in the mirror?! You're beautiful and…"

"Thank you. But I don't want to go out, find some guy, and have fun with him just because this holiday expects it of me. I'm not looking for one-night stands or something like that. Plus, I could use a day off from the drama of Mystic Falls."

"As you wish. I guess I'll try my luck and try to find someone. Hang on there!"

"Good luck! Have fun, honey!"

As soon as I hung up, I heard a knock on the door. I changed quickly, tying my hair as I went, and opened the door. Bonnie wrinkled her nose at my messy state.

"Hi girl. You really don't want to go, do you?" she asked, entering the apartment and looking around. It's a good thing I cleaned up last night.

"After planning a whole beautiful day of doing nothing? No thanks. I just hope Caroline will forgive me." I replied, leaning against the door and staring at the witch.

She has changed since she found out who she really is. She became bolder, more persistent, and fiercer. Like all of us, I guess. Sometimes I miss those quiet days when vampires and werewolves were just fantastic inventions. Everything was simpler then.

"She might be a little pissed off, but she'll understand. Caroline just wants you to be well. She thinks you haven't gotten over your breakup with Luck yet and wants to help you." she tried to defend her friend's behavior.

However, we both knew that Caroline's dominant side wasn't just the result of her caring. She liked to stick her nose in other matters; the fact that she was trying to save the whole world at the same time was the only reason why we turned a blind eye to the blonde's behavior.

"As if being single was a punishment, not a choice. Just because I didn't jump into the arms of some other hot, dark-haired guy doesn't mean I'm still grieving the breakup with that asshole." I grunted, annoyed. I was able to fully take care of myself. I didn't need a man to lean on, especially not after what happened with my ex. Life alone was easier.

"I know. That's why I bring you this." she took a small glass bottle from her leather bag and handed it to me.

"What is it?" I asked, taking the vial from her and turning it over in my hand.

"Potion. A couple of sips, and you'll have a terrible cold. Take it when one of the guys comes to check on you. As soon as he's gone, eat a black peppercorn, and you'll be back to normal."

"Wow. How do you know that? You're becoming a more advanced witch, Miss Bennet. 5 points for Hufflepuff." I said with admiration. I have always loved witches and hags depicted in literature, so having a real one as a friend was a real blessing for me. That doesn't mean I'd give up joking about Bonnie's extraordinary abilities.

"Really funny. Now excuse me. Unlike you, I'm going to school, and I still have to pick out a dress, and unfortunately, I don't have a rich hybrid at my beck and call. Why don't you go out with him if you don't have anyone else? This will keep Caroline from letting you go. Also, he seems to be more peaceful for us after he spends a day with you." she tapped me on the arm with a mischievous smirk.

"Yeah. And right after the perfect date, I will confess my great love to him by getting down on one knee and proposing to him."

"If that's what you want. Happy Valentine's Day, grouch!" she screamed with a huge smile, closing the door behind her. A strange feeling of hope ran through my body.

After all, maybe it's going to be a good day.

~♡♡♡•♡♡♡~

*A few hours later*

"It's a pity you got sick today." Stefan said after he took my temperature.

The vampire was delegated by Caroline to get me out of the house at all costs. Luckily, Bonnie's potion worked perfectly, and that's how I ended up wrapped in the warmest blanket on the couch with my few-hundred-year-old friend.

"I know. I really wanted to go to the ball and see how you and Caroline won the prize for being the best couple." I said, blowing my nose into one of the handkerchiefs.

"Do you believe in us so much?"

"Well, after Tayler swore to make Klaus' life miserable, he didn't work well as her boyfriend. They were cute at first, but it all went to hell. So take your chance before some other handsome guy hangs around her. Like Kol or Elijah." my taunt was met with a small snort from the man.

"Speaking of the Mikaelsons. How's your fledgling relationship with Klaus? I'm surprised he didn't call in the entire medical team from the hospital to check on you." he replied amused when he noticed how my smile fades along with the memory of the original.

"You think you're funny, Salvatore? Aside from your feeble attempt at joking, I must also point out your poor choice of words. Me and Klaus have no relationship."

"Of course. The guy just sends you fancy, expensive dresses every time there's a party in Mystic Falls, sends you love notes with your portraits on them, is there for you almost 24/7, and scares away any potential guy who wants to date you." he teased, counting on his fingers all the deeds of the original.

"He did what?! Who the hell he scared?" I sprang off the couch, dropping a box of tissues as I went.

"I witnessed him almost stabbing Kol for saying you looked scathing in one of those dresses he sent you. Poor Elijah had to look for you all over the school so you could distract your hybrid." he laughed a little at the indignation on my face.

"He isn't mine." I growled, returning to my comfortable spot on the couch.

"Tell him, not me. So, you don't happen to have a date with that wolf in love?" he asked, suddenly curious, leaning in my direction with searching eyes and a mysterious smirk on his lips.

"Pigs will fly before I date that damn imbecile." I snorted, pushing him away from me to reach for another tissue. Bonnie seems to have overdone the potency of this wonderful potion.

"Well, think it over. If Damon sees flying pork in Mystic Falls tomorrow, he'll probably go abstinent. You could inherit his share of our old wine collection from him."

"Did Caroline send you to act as my and Klaus' matchmaker for her?"I asked, leaning over to the vampire to eye him suspiciously.

"Not that blonde. But it was Caroline who finally convinced me. You don't even know how a common goal can unite even the worst enemies. Have a good time!" he shouted, pushing me onto the couch and grabbing his phone off the coffee table.

"Stefan! Wait!" I tried to stop him, but thanks to his super speed, he escaped from my apartment.

I snorted, muttering curses at the vampire under my breath as I stood up to close the door behind him.

It was usually Caroline, Bonnie, and Rebekah who teased me about Klaus' supposed feelings for me. The girls would make suggestive, eloquent comments whenever me and Klaus did something together or paired us up for a particular task against the newest threats in Mystic Falls. They often used me as a "distraction" and "bait" for the original hybrid. Not to mention their whistling every time we somehow danced together.

Worst of all, though, was Rebekah's teasing after I stayed overnight at the Mikaelsons' and Klaus and I accidentally ended up in his bed. I will never forget her malicious tone of voice and the wave of shame and embarrassment that engulfed me after she said to Klaus: "You must not have tried hard enough, brother, since neither of us heard you had a visitor in your sheets."

Adding Stefan to their little "group of bullies" will only make their taunts worse.

My God, keep Kol away from their stupid plans.

I went to the kitchen to take "an antidote" for my illness. I made myself some popcorn and decided to watch "Pride and Prejudice" as my first movie tonight. Halfway through the movie, I heard a knock on the door. It could only be one person.

"If you don't have food with you, I'm not going to let you in, Bekah." I said as I opened the door. I froze in place when I finally saw who was on the other side of them. Klaus.

"Not this Mikaelson, love. I've heard you are sick, so I brought you this." he picked up the bundle in his hands, which smelled dangerously similar to my favorite food.

"How the hell did you get here? I thought you and Elijah were going on a reconnaissance mission or something like that, and you'd be gone for a week." I said, honestly surprised to see him.

"It's nice to know that you do care about me, love, and are taking the trouble to assimilate such information. Satisfying your curiosity, we came back early. Can I come in now?"

"It depends." I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"On what?" he asked with a charming smirk, leaning his head against the door frame.

"What is this?" I asked, pointing to the packaging.

"That disgusting, fiendishly spicy spaghetti that you've somehow taken a liking to lately."

"And what do you have in the other hand?" I asked as I saw him trying hard to hide something behind him.

"It's a surprise. I can't jump out with all my gifts right now, can I?"

"Make me regret this, and I'll ask Bonnie to cancel all my invitations again, even if it means I'll spend another half day letting my friends in, because amazingly, 90 percent of them are vampires."

"I won't make that mistake again, love. If you could…" he pointed at the door and the invisible barrier blocking him from entering.

"Come in, the bane of my existence." I sighed, turning my back on him to go back to my cocoon of blankets on the couch.

"You must admit, I'm the most handsome bane you could ever dream of."

"I don't know… you could be at least younger." I replied thoughtfully, smiling as his confident smirk faded.

"Ouch." he put his hand on his chest, close to his heart, pretending to be hurt. He carefully placed the packaging on the coffee table and handed me the gardenia bouquet, which he had been hiding behind his back all this time.

"And for what occasion?" I asked, taking the flowers from the softly smiling hybrid and looking at them for a moment. Despite my reluctance, I had to admit that they were beautiful and smelled amazing.

He nodded at the bouquet. I looked it over carefully, noticing a small piece of paper between the flowers. I opened the note, checking its contents.

Unpack your lunch.

There was no mistaking Klaus' perfect handwriting for anyone else's.

I frowned, glancing at the hybrid sitting carelessly beside me. The bastard pretended not to see my questioning look and watched the scene of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy in the rain with fascination, like nothing happened.

I snorted as I opened the box and started eating my spaghetti while continuing to watch my movie. At one point, I felt Klaus's arm slide precariously onto the back of the couch behind me, and the hybrid itself moved slightly closer to me.

He watched me for a moment, gauging my reaction. I decided to tease the vampire a bit and, sighing deeply, leaned back completely against him, resting my head on his shoulder.

He tensed up, gently wrapping his arm around me that he had placed on the back of the couch earlier.

When I had finished eating, I saw that there was a note on the bottom of the clear plastic box on the other side. I turned the box over, reading another note, much to the interest and excitement of the man sitting next to me.

Check your jacket pockets.

I turned my gaze to Klaus. I looked into his eyes, trying to see the shadow of any plan he was hiding.

"Any problem, love?" he asked, pretending to be a fool.

"I don't know yet." I mumbled, licking my mouth. His gaze flicked from my eyes to my lips. He leaned toward me, getting dangerously close. His attention returned to my eyes, trying to anticipate my next move. With a small, mischievous smirk, I shoved the empty box into his hands and pushed him away from me, getting up from the couch to walk over to the coat rack.

I slipped my hand into the pocket of my leather jacket, immediately sensing the tiny square note.

Go down.

I turned to the hybrid standing behind me. I held the paper up to his eye level, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

"What's this?"

"Come and find out for yourself, love. I dare you."

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a defiant look.

"You know, I have a rather tempting counterproposal to stay in a warm and cozy home. I'm hardly drawn to the unknown with my friends' nemesis."

"It would be such a shame if Caroline somehow got to know that you're quite healthy and ready to go to her party. You had to leave your cozy couch."

"You wouldn't…" I walked over to him, giving him a menacing look.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" he accepted the challenge by taking a step closer so our chests were touching.

"Well played. Expect retaliation, love." I replied, trying to imitate his tone of voice when he gave people that nickname. The hybrid only laughed. He helped me put on my jacket, and placing his hand on my back, he led me out of the building.

We stopped in front of his car, on the hood of which was another card.

Let the handsome and hot chauffeur drive you to your destination.

"Handsome and hot? Someone's got a good imagination." I laughed, turning the note over in my hands. The man gave me a hurt look as he opened the passenger door for me. "Someone is also mysterious today." I teased further, walking over to Klaus to face him. "Really? Won't you tell me anything?"

"Careful, love. Curiosity killed the cat."

"And the satisfaction brought him back."

"If you want, I can work on your satisfaction later when we get back."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring his smug smirk as I got into his car without a word.

He was in the driver's seat next to me in less than a second and had already started the engine. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the main road out of Mystic Falls.

"Where are we going?" my question was met only by his silence. "Come on. I'm not jumping out of the car when you're going that fast anyway."

"Who knew you were so impatient, love? We'll be there shortly." he replied, glancing briefly at me. He smiled, obviously amused by my grumpy attitude.

"Who would have thought you could hold your tongue for more than five minutes?"

"Insults will get you nowhere, love." he smiled teasingly, looking at me for a moment.

"Please, Klaus. Tell me where you're taking me so I can tell you what a wonderful, loving, and caring guy you are that instead of handing me over to the bloodthirsty Caroline, you decided to take me on the adventure of a lifetime."

"That's better." I huffed angrily, moving as far away from him as possible. In the reflection of the window, I saw him roll his eyes. "If you must know, I'm taking you to the only place worth seeing in this awful neighborhood. Content?"

"Sufficiently." I turned to him with a mischievous smirk on my lips.

A few minutes later, we stopped in some forest. Klaus got out first, waiting for me to follow him. Hesitantly, I opened the door and walked over to him, immediately grabbing his hand. It was far too dark for hiking. At least if I wanted to get home in one piece without any tripping. The hybrid smiled softly, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. He moved confidently through the forest, guiding me along the forest path until we came to a cliff.

Still holding his hand, I walked to the edge, staring at the landscape before us. Not far away we could see a tiny waterfall, from which a river flowed further, stretching through the hills, valleys, and other elevations of the forest. But the most charming of all was the starlight reflecting in the fast current of the river and the sound of fir trees accompanied by the falling water.

I turned to look at the hybrid standing next to me.

Did I mention he laid a blanket, strewn rose petals, and lit several candles? No? So he did. How could I get back to my playful, mischievous mood after something like that?

"So… do you like it?" he asked uncertainly as I stared at him silently for a long time. Did I like it? I loved it.

"Yes. I like it." I replied instead, smiling shyly at him.

He led me to a blanket and took a rectangular box from his pocket, which he handed over to me after a moment's hesitation. I felt his expectant gaze on me as I unwound the bow. Before opening the box, I cast a fleeting glance at my companion. I've never seen him both so excited and… full of fear at the same time.

I sighed as I saw a beautiful silver bracelet with a pendant of a wolf howling at a silver moon, circled by a small bat, and a lapis lazuli-studded crown.

After my first fascination with the starlight reflecting object wore off, I noticed the smallest of all notes attached to the top of the box.

Will you be my valentine (and my queen)?

"Oh Klaus, I... it's..." The worry line on Klaus' forehead began to deepen as he began to assume I wanted to reject his cute confession.

"It's okay, love. I should have known it was too much. You don't have to say yes or anything. We'd best forget all about it. I will drive you back home if that's what you…" I shut him up by taking his face and putting his lips on mine.

I started to passionately kiss the paralyzed and shocked vampire. It took him a few minutes to realize what I was doing. He kissed me back and pulled me to him, so I was sitting on his lap. I smiled at the hybrid's grip, running my hand through his curly, velvety hair. We broke apart when I was completely out of breath. Breathing heavily, I smiled at the equally disheveled man.

"Well… I guess the answer is yes, then."

"Yes. I'll be your stupid valentine. But it'll take you a few more dates before you can call me your queen." I replied with a smile, tangling my hands in his hair.

"I can work with that." he whispered, never taking his eyes off mine. I cleared my throat awkwardly, unaccustomed to so much affection being shown toward me. I shifted my flustered gaze and started playing with his hair.

"Good. Now, tell me about the constellations."

"Isn't that too tacky by your standards?" he inquired, cupping my chin with one hand to refocus my attention on him.

"Yes, but I already do things I usually don't. We might as well continue to fulfill all the points of these romantic comedies."

"And what changed your mind?"

"I just have good company." he smiled and kissed my forehead, stroking my hair.

Klaus pulled me closer so I could lean against his chest. Out of nowhere, he pulled out a basket full of cookies, chocolates, and other sweets, along with a bottle of red wine. I turned slightly to look at his face as he held me tight in his arms and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Well. Let's just say I wanted to keep it as a consolation if you don't take my confession well and run away screaming from me."

"Selfish man." I snorted, reaching for the candy bar. It took all my strength to keep from laughing at the hybrid. The vampire, however, was too attentive and noticed my amused smirk.

"Try telling that to my siblings, and I'll lock you in my room and never let you out."

"You should know better than to threaten me with a good time." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and went back to eating the sweets.

He sighed in shock at my seductive suggestion. After a moment, he rested his chin on my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

"So? Was it worth leaving home?" he whispered in my ear, planting a few kisses. My cheeks warmed slightly. Even without seeing his face, I could tell he was smiling goofily now, very pleased with my reaction. I turned to him, meeting his loving gaze.

Definitely.

"Possible. But you'll have to convince me a little more to be completely sure." he smiled teasingly. I could see the mischief in his eyes before he started tickling my stomach.

I screamed as I tried to get out of his strong grip. During my (unsuccessful) struggle, I knocked us to the ground, landing on my back with Klaus on top of me. With his new position, his teasing movements intensified, making me gasp with laughter.

"Okay, you won! You won!" I screamed between fits of laughter. "It was worth it."

"You sure?"

"Yes. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." I said, pulling him into (one of many) kisses tonight.

If it involves being his queen, I think it only takes him an hour to convince me… maybe even less.

After all, it was a very good day.

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howlingday · 11 months

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When Yang's ancestor is visiting and spills the soup that Yang has a crush on one of his friends though Yang manages to cover her mouth before she spills the soup completely.

an dragonslayer si fic.

"And who is this?"

The elderly gentleman sat on the floor, his legs crossed, as he puffed on a long pipe. Blowing smoke, he tapped the metal bowl at the end into another on the floor, and burning embers fell into the cool ashes that lay below. His open robe was gold, and decorated with red and orange flames. Along his arms were bright yellow scales. His golden beard was less so as white streaks of hair decorated it's edges.

Weiss stepped closer to the subject of her questioning, but was held back by a firm hand on her shoulder. Taking her place was another blonde, Yang Xiao Long, who held an unusually calm face for finding a stranger in their dorm.

"Hey," Yang called, "who are you?"

"Mm," the man grunted, his tired, blue eyes scanning over Yang, "wo jiao Guang."

In an instant, Yang changed her language from Remnant Common to Elevated Mistrali. Weiss never learned the language herself, as there weren't many who spoke what was once known as the Divided Languages, though she was fluent in her mother tongue, High Atlesian.

"What's he saying?" Blake asked Ruby.

"Uh, something about a hole and a lot of colors." Ruby answered. "Dad and Yang talked a lot more like this than I did. I only caught a few things here and there."

"Seems like he and Yang are getting along well enough." Weiss nodded to the two.

And indeed they were. The two were already smiling and laughing with each other. He reached out to Yang's abdomen with the back of his hand, which she slapped away with a wagging finger. She came back to the team with a grin.

"That was an interesting conversation."

"Who is that old guy?" Ruby asked.

"That old guy is your great-great-grandpa, Rubes." Yang tossed her chin back. "Guang Xiao Long."

"Great-great-grandpa?!"

"Wait, but that would make him-" Blake counted on her fingers.

"Yeah, really old." Yang nodded. "Not bad for a geezer in his 150s, right?" The elder barked. "Fine! Hundred forties! Drama queen..."

"Wait, he's a over a hundred years old?!" Ruby exclaimed.

"Who's over a hundred years old?" The team turned to see Team JNPR approaching, led by Nora. "Is it that shiny guy over there?"

"Nora, don't point." Ren chided.

"Who is he?"

"He's our great-great-great-grandpa!"

"That's one great too many, Ruby." Yang said. "But yeah, he said that he showed up through some kind of wormhole."

"Did they know what wormholes were?" Jaune asked.

"Eh, I gleaned it from what he said."

"Hello, Mr. Old Guy!" Nora waved, which was responded with another wave. He said something to her, which made Yang snap her head. "Thanks! They're real!"

"Um... What's real?" Pyrrha asked.

"Her thighs." Ren answered. "He said she had a rider's gait."

"Oh, uh, is that good?"

"He seems to think so." Nora smiled. "Nothin' wrong with lovin' thick thighs!"

"No, but there's a LOT wrong with hitting on my friends, you old pervert!" Yang barked. Then said something in his language. He just laughed and replied. "Tch. Creep."

"Are we just going to gloss over that Ren knows Elevated Mistrali?" Ruby asked.

"Or that NORA of all people knows it?!" Weiss added.

"I'm more concerned that he's flirting with her." Blake added.

"Well, if he tries anything, I'm sure Yang can take him down." Jaune complimented. "Who better to take him down than his own grand daughter?"

"Sheesh, no need to put me on such a high pedastal." Yang blushed as she turned away. This caught the old man's attention as he called out to her. Yang responded by turning and shouting herself, then covered her mouth. The old man barked a loud laugh. "SHUT UP!"

"What did he say?" Jaune asked.

"He said-" Ren covered Nora's mouth before she could answer.

"Something very inappropriate." He answered for her.

"Oh." Jaune curled his brow. "Gross. I don't want to know."

Yang mouthed a silent thank you to Ren, who nodded in reply.

#rwby #dragonslayer #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren

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Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

Summary: On her day off from FredBear Diner, (Y/n) hangs out with her long time best friend Cheryl Jo. At a frozen yogurt restaurant, rumors and gossip come up about her boss, William Afton. Though trouble arises with old high school classmates. At the perfect time, Henry calls her with a task.

Parings: Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Warning: slow burn!! Mention of the F slur (guys I’m lgbtq) , strangers to enemies to friends to lovers?? Catcalling, coming of age, vulgar language, (Y/n) is mentioned throughout this

WC: 39k

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Skating along the pavement, you can hear everyone talking and cars pass by. The sounds of music coming from my Walkman on my hip. Cheryl and I are getting frozen yogurt. I turned off my walkman and stopped in front of Tutti Frutti's Frozen Yogurt. The jingle bell on the door dinged as I pushed open the door and walked in.

The restaurant walls were light blue and white edges, a white and black tile floor, a pink counter, white countertops, An isle side counter reaching to the end of the other wall, white tables with swivel chairs and pink padded seats. The windows made more light come into the room and they had little ice cream stickers and letters. In one of the seats was a beautiful redheaded girl, short hair curling up and outwards, side bangs curled, dark mahogany eyes, curled lashes and thin plucked eyebrows, and red tinted lips. Shined pearls around her neck, a collared baby pink short sleeved dress, a white belt, and black heels. She turned my way and waved exaggeratedly. I gave her a small smile. “What took you so long?" Cheryl said with an excited smile.

Cheryl Jo, she's always so chipper. When I was sitting on a bench at school for lunch. Yeah I was alone taking up the whole seat with my legs and using my backpack as a pillow. Then Cheryl came up behind me and read the comic book, Vampirella, over my shoulder. Surprisingly the bimbo girl knew about it and ranted to me about the series. Till the two of us were reading it together. It became our routine to see each other at that bench for a while. I miss school even though I graduated. Cheryl is... a bimbo. But she's my bimbette so what can I say? She's very bubbly and chipper. Though she lacks intelligence she has emotional intelligence. In my opinion emotional intelligence is greater than all others. She always gets what she wants but she always takes care of me. She's always there and spoils me. Weirdly enough, she'll get guilty when I give her things but she's always the one spoiling me. Think of a glam being your complete opposite and being your all time best friend. She has a big heart and not a smart brain, but that's okay.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry Cher. I almost hit an old lady on the way here! She's okay though but still!" I said sitting in the seat in front of her flipping my brown flannel back to provide more open space. I leaned my cheek on my hand with my elbow on the table. “Okay anyway, I have some gossip! So I ran into this B-boy at a party I was at. He was necking me and stayed with me the whole night. Saying all the things I wanted to hear right? Then Messila had a drink spilled on her because of this spaz who was fighting with her over some stupid jock. I'm like ugh girls were out of high school and he's in his senior year, grow up and get a real man. I had to leave B-boy and help Messila. Then oh my god I saw Simon making out with John. I don't care what people say they are so cute together. Elton ended up drinking too much and tried flirting with me but I pushed him off like this and yelled 'As if!' He ended up puking all over the pool table. Then B-boy and I met up again. He drove me home. He was just the sweetest!" Cheryl ranted with her wild hand movements and this light in her eye.

Her stories were always so intriguing. You see Cheryl was fairly popular in high school. She was prom queen twice! That popularity stuck with her when high school ended. She'd go to college parties, hang out with important people, buy the most beautiful things, and so on. I'm surprised she's not stuck up for being like this. The movies are wrong about some people. “You got a lot going on. When do I get to meet this B-boy? Wait Elton from high school? The journalist? Those girls sound so immature. I always knew Simon and John had a thing for each other from the stories you told me. They always seemed so... fruity. Good for them! How's college going for you?" I asked, looking at the menu. I got paid by Henry so might as well get something. I'm kinda Henry and William's secretary. I just do whatever they tell me and get it done then I get paid.

"Beauty school has been stellar! I learned about highlights and lowlights, then we got to make solution and use bleach then use dye. The teachers were giving me a bad time cause I fucked up the shampoo or oh! You didn't make the solution right! Ugh. Lowlifes. I keep getting the lowest grades from them. It's like they hate me or something." Cheryl complained. I grabbed her menu and stacked it on top of mine. Getting up from my seat to put it away. She got up with me, leaving her purse at the table. Others got the hint it was our table. “I don't think they hate you, they can be hard on you but it's because they want the best for you when you're out in the real beauty world. I'll let you use me as your beauty project." I said positively. Pausing putting the menus on the counter in front of the cashier. He looked so sick of his job and wearing a stupid hat.

"Um hey, can I get a cookies n' cream swirl and a Royal red velvet please? Two larges." I ordered tugging the collar of my black AC/DC shirt. Fidgety. “That will be 2.25$" The cashier informed me. I handed him two bucks. I didn't even know Cheryl was still complaining next to me. I was too focused on ordering. I grabbed her hand and brought her back to our table. “About being my beauty project, do you mean it? Cause I'm free next week and I'd love to dress you up like my doll!" Cheryl said excitedly, holding the sides of her face. “Sure why not? Just give me a day and I'll see if I have work or not. But in exchange you have to do something for me." I said, leaning my elbow on the chair.

"Deal! You still work at that diner? Honestly, how haven't you started getting with one of those totally cute co-bosses yet?" Cheryl sighed on her palm looking up dreamily. She thinks everyone is attractive though. It's not a bad thing, it's just her. I don't blame her for calling them that because it's true. They are. I'd just never say it outloud.

"Dating your bosses is just a bad idea. If you break up it wouldn't be good for your job. They're both married, Cher. I'm not a homewrecker. Henry is my best friend. I can't picture being in a romantic relationship and Will... is just Will." I said, swaying my head and turning my palm the other direction. “You can't tell me you haven't thought they were cute before." Cheryl said, pushing herself closer over the table, arching her back. Moments like this make me fall deeper into her, she's so pretty. “Like I'd ever say that outloud. Even if I thought they were, it would be weird. They're older than me and my bosses. Best friends even!" I said backing away crossing my arm. I was being defensive, I know.

"I knew you thought they were hot! Anyway I heard this thing about William. How he's mental and he killed a man once." Cheryl whispered looking directly in my eyes with this slyness. That was a suspcious rumor, William? Killing somebody? I can't picture it. Sure he's an mean asshole but he's not a pyscho killer from those horror movies. Though if he did ever kill somebody I wouldn't belive it.

"Those are just silly gossip told by dumbass teens to scare off the kids. Just like how they say the animatronics are gonna follow them home and kill them at night. It's not real. Really stupid. Soon they'll get the adults to say how the animatronics are gonna kill them in the restaurant too." I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. It's normal for people to be afraid of robots but it isn't like they have a mind of their own. They're hunks of metal and wiring.

"What if they are true? What would you do if William was a murder?" Cheryl asked curiously, lifting her head off of her hand. Where is this coming from? people make rumors all the time, but sometimes there true. "... I wouldn't know what I would do." I paused for a moment. Suddenly the waitress came and put our food on our table. I nodded my head silently as a thank you. She seemed to understand and smiled down at me. She took her leave behind the counter. Not even a second later Cheryl seemed to forget the whole thing by getting lost in her frozen yogurt.

I sighed with a lopsided grin. Beginning to dig down into my own sweet treat. Bringing the spoonful to my mouth. I felt the sweet creamy flavors melt. It was bliss. Like a happy place. I didn't want to stop eating even if I got full. I took another bite savoring the flavors. The soft flavors. I looked up to see Cheryl looking back at me. I chuckled softly.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked, feeling the corners of my eyes go up with my grin. Quickly reaching up to wipe off any of the sugary cream off of my face. I didn't feel anything cold. “No, I just like seeing you like this. We haven't had this in a while between work and college. I just missed it." Cheryl admitted. I felt my smile grow bigger. She really knows how to make me blush. We have been busy, it's only been late night phone calls. Meeting in person is so much better. It feels like a break from life.

"Aw I missed this too Cher, we'll do it more often." I said in between bites of my treat. She giggled. Something in me fluttered, like I could explode out of happiness. Even though the treat is cold I have warm feelings. "Wanna go put a song on the jukebox?" She asked, tapping her hand on the table for a minute then pointing to the jukebox by the windows. I nodded excitedly. I choose Should I stay or should I go by The Clash. Taking Cheryl's hands we swayed together. Moving my hips side to side, she did the same. Giggling and squealing, I chuckled breathlessly. Grins plastered on our faces. This lasted for a good long while. After a few others of us being dorks. I skated next to Cheryl and dropped her off at home. I didn't want her walking alone. Skating by myself with the somber music playing from my Walkman on my hip.

"Oh my god is that (Y/n) (L/n)?"

"The quiet kid from high school??"

"Yeah!"

"Woah dude she's hot as hell now."

Well, this is awkward. I looked at the side of my peripheral vision. There was this group of people at the skatepark. I remember them. They were these kids who used to be popular back in high school. Going to parties, doing the dirty, underage drinking, bullying those who are smaller than them, getting into trouble. They tried to pick a fight with me once but I stood my ground. Guess that scared them off. I made a hard turn to the skatepark. I wanted to go on the ramps. Going up and down the boards. Jumping and hitting my heel on the side of the board it flipped, I landed it. Things like this give me adrenaline. I'm an adrenaline junkie. The wind through my hair and the rushing feeling in my veins. Things are getting lighter and faster.

"Hey (L/n!)" one of the guys called out to me with his palm next to mouth. One of the girls waved to me. I hesitantly put my hand up and gave a small wave back. They shouted at me to come over. I slowly skated over and stopped in front of them. They were on the benches next to the park. "Uh hey?" I mumbled putting my hands in my jean pockets. Sometimes I hate that this is a small town. Everybody knows everything and everybody knows everyone. My parents would run into elementary school friends. Yeah.. That bad.

"It's been awhile (Y/n) how have you been?" Matthew, the guy that shouted out to me from before, asked me. You could smell the hairspray from miles away. It burns my nose so much.

"It's been good, I gotta a job and I'm still talking to Cheryl Jo. Not much has been happening." I said kicking my skateboard up and resting my forearms on the top of it as it stands on the bottom. They 'oooo'ed at me obnoxiously.

"Where do you work at?" Jennifer asked me tilting her head and kicking her feet back and forth. She was always hot. A bitch but a hot one. I think she was actually my gay awakening. it was awkard because she's not the best. one time she wrote 'faggot' on a nerdy boys locker with black paint.

"At a diner." I replied covering up most of the details. I don't want them coming into my job and making a scene or something. Their voices are already so annoying. "How's Cheryl? I miss that babe." Laura said, leaning on the back of her hands. She was sitting on the floor crisscrossing. I'm pretty sure she is in denial cause of her friends. I'm surprised that this group has been with each other after highschool. People go different paths in life but these losers stay together.

"Have you guys made out yet? I wanna be there when you do." Anthony winked flirtatiously. Ew, what the hell dude. That's it, where's the exit?

"Gag me with a spoon... anyway Cheryl's been good I'm sure you'll find her at one of those crazy college parties." I rolled my eyes. Can they just stop talking to me? Why can't they mind their own business? “Maybe we'll have to go to one of those some time, you can come along too." Jason said slyly, putting his hand around my waist and squeezing it. I elbowed him in his gut. He coughed and backed away. Taking his hand with him.

"Feisty (Y/n)~ you're definitely coming with us next time. You're the type to cause a beer fight!" Kimberly said, leaning against one of the guys. I groaned. I don't even drink alcohol, let alone parties. They're fun sometimes but not all the time. “Well, I've been working under this world class designer. You don't know how much fun it is! I get to show off my clothing designs and go on fancy flights in her private jet." Jennifer bragged, flipping her hair. Basking in her own glory. She was always so narcissistic and an attention whore.

"No way! Good for you Jen!"

"My dad actually got me a job to a big acting career in this upcoming movie. They said they needed young adults and when I rehearsed for it they said I was the best they've ever seen!" Anthony said with a cocky smile. They always have to one up each other. It's always a competition thing.

They all had such big accomplishments for getting right out of high school, and I work in a children's resturant repairing robots. Maybe I'm angry at them because I'm jealous of them. I felt like I was within and without the conversation. Some passer by that just happened to be watching, like a guy walking his dog or a lady walking her baby in the stroller. Yet I was one of the people engaged and talking about my life. They tore down my accomplishment of getting a job. Then again I didn't say that much about it. I didn't tell them how I work with robots and how I am building my own. Even if I did I'd be called a nerd and laughed at. I just can't win can I?

"Wow (Y/n) you must feel really bad right now. I mean all you're doing is working at a diner. How lame!" Kimberly insulted putting a hand over her mouth but I could still hear her snickers. They were like nails on a chalkboard. “It's not all that bad. The diner has these animatronics. I get to work on them and fix them." I shed a little bit of the truth, letting go of my skateboard and letting it fall to my feet. I want to share what I'm doing too. I want to be on their level.

"Are they sex robots? I wanna see you in action with those." Jason flirted. I could feel myself throw up in my mouth. Anthony hit his shoulder playfully. They all laughed at the stupid flirt. I feel like it was also intended towards me. What's the point in sharing anything with people who don't care? What am I doing? I'm better than this, I don't need their approval. The only thing I need is acceptance from myself. My escape came. My work walkie talkie started to make static noises from inside my backpack. I sighed out of relief. Thank you to whoever is getting me out of this situation! I can make an excuse and leave! The laughter stopped. I pulled out the walkie talkie.

"Hello?"

"(Y/n)! I know it's your day off but can you get Will and I some lunch real quick? Something went wrong with the fridge and it got warm. Our lunches have gone bad." Henry explained guilty over the phone. “Yeah of course? Anything in mind?" I asked, feeling the smile come onto my face. Hearing Henry's voice during a bad time makes my worries go away. “Hold on, let me ask William ... okay we both agreed on In And Out. I'll pay you back." Henry said, chuckling nervously. “Will do! Give me a few minutes and I'll be there. Bye." I hung up the phone and put the antenna back down. I looked up to see the group staring at me with curious intent. Oh hell no.

"This was nice but I'm gonna have to cut this short. My boss needs me for something. I'll see you around." I said putting my phone back into my backpack. I jumped a little onto my skateboard.

"Noo! Don't go yet!"

"Can we go with you?"

"Where are you going?"

"See you around (L/n)!"

They're voices overlapped with each other. I could slightly make sense of it. Waving them goodbye I skated out towards the exit of the park. Sighing out of relief. I turned up the music on my Walkman again. Feeling my shoulders drop, I didn't realize how tense I was. All of them are obnoxious and careless. They have shitty habits that show too much. The only good one is Matthew. He actually cares.

Back in high school that group was making fun of this quiet boy by ripping up his photos or opening up the door without knocking to the Dark room ruining the photo paper. Matthew was the one that helped grab all the photos and tape them together for the poor boy and bought him new photo paper. There was also this case about this girl. There was a school play and on all of the posters they wrote starring the girls name the slut! Matthew was the one who tore down the posters. Another time this kid came out as trans. That group wrote insulting slurs all over his locker door. Matthew was the one to wipe off the spray paint. The rest are either narcissistic, self absorbed, aggressive, hypersexual, carless, selfish, and obnoxious. They don't know how bad a person can be hurt and neither do they care. I was hoping when high school ended I wouldn't have to see them again.

I stopped in front of the booming restaurant and picked up my skateboard. Turning off my Walkman. Opening the door. I waited in line. This is boring. Why is this line so long? That baby's crying is so loud. Why is it crying? Maybe it didn't like the food. Can babies that young have solid food? Maybe French fries and ketchup or something. Ice cream? I don't remember being a baby. Some people can remember being a baby but I can't. I remember having a dream when I was a baby and this bear came at me to kill me. I don't think babies are supposed to have scary nightmares like that. Unless they're traumatized.

"Hello, how may I take your order?" The cashier asked me. I didn't realize I was at the front. My head was in the clouds. “Hi, may I have a double double, a cheeseburger, two fries, and a milkshake?" I ordered. He was clicking on the register. The total appeared in red letters on the screen. “Your total is 5.34$. We'll call you when your food is ready." He said, I gave him the money. He gave me a little paper with the number 8 on it. I nodded. I took a seat near the counter in these red lounge chairs connected together like a couch. Rolling my skateboard back and forth with my feet. There was a little boy eyeing me playing with my skateboard.

"Hey lady, can you do any cool tricks on that?" He asked. There was a twinkly in his eyes, it's childhood. Oh how I miss that. I graduated high school two years ago and I'm still not sure what I want to be. The world is a complicating place. "Yeah I can do kickflips, Ollie, hardflip, and some others." I explained. The smile on his face grew brigther. He was bouncing in his seat. i could tell the cogs were turning in his head. I just hope he doesn't bombard me with tons of questions like my little brother.

"Wanna play with it for a bit?" I asked him. I slide the skateboard over to him. He picked it up and looked at the design on the back. You know, I made that design myself. To see this kid gush over it like it was some kind of celebrities work made me so happy. “Do I?!" He said excitedly. He swayed the board back and forth with his feet. Little coos and giggles leaving his mouth. There were bandaids on his knees. This little rascal gets into trouble. I can tell. But I'm happy I could make his day.

"You know I ran away from the cops on that thing. Not only that, the cops were pirates! Pirates cops!" I made up. The kid's face was memorable. Lit up with curiosity and adventure, I remember being a kid like that. Being innocent and not knowing where in life I should be. Though my number was called up next. I got up with a "that's me!" And picked up the food in bags. The kids' mom lectured him to give me back my board when I came back.

"Thank you lady for playing with your board!" The boy thanked me. I held up my hand and gave him a high five. “Thank you for letting him play with your board. You're a very nice young lady." The mom thanked me. I nodded and gave my own welcome. Going out of the restaurant.

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#michael afton x reader #michael afton x you #fnaf fanfic #fnaf fanfiction #slow burn #five nights at freddys

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Title: Love Of My Life.

Pairing: Mina x You. Mina x male CEO.

Warning: homophobia, toxic secret relationship, fear, sadness, death of a character, car accident mention, angst, no happy ending.

Words: 1337

Author Note: This imagine is based on 'Love Of My Life' by Queen and reference of 'Gap The Series'

Love of my life, you've hurt me

You've broken my heart, and now you leave me

Love of my life, can't you see?

Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me

Because you don't know what it means to me

Mina never had a real relationship in her whole life before she met you. Her family always forced her to study very hard and she never had real friends or friends at all. She only counted books and plants as her friends. Which her family allowed. Since they thought and knew that her so called 'friends' won't distract her. The fact that she had to study business while being a JYP trainee took a lot of energy. All people that met Mina were impressed by her strength. Later she debuted in twice with eight other members. Two of them had a lot in common with her. Sana and Momo who came from Japan as well.

She never realized that she is a lesbian until she met you for the first time. She didn't know how to reaction when you stood in front of her. A happy expression were on your face. Your smile took her breath away. Mina didn't knew if she rather wanted to kiss you until your lips were swollen or if she wanted to have you all at herself and cuddle with you.

You've been together with Mina since a few months in a secret relationship. She asked out after two weeks of meeting you. One time she scared you so much that you accidentally grabbed her blouse on her chest. Your cheeks flushed red when you pulled away your hands from her blouse. While she turned you around with her arms wrapped around your waist so that you leaned on the staircase. She asked you out knowing that she already has a fiancé. She's supposed to get married at a male CEO. She wanted to go against her family but every time she tries she knows that she couldn't. She is too scared to lose her family.

That's why she couldn't go against her family. She love's her family too much to do that. She has hurt you countless of times. Especially when you both was at a party. Not knowing that her supposed boyfriend goes on one knee and ask her for marriage.

„Yes I will marry you..." Answered Mina with fake happiness at that time. Not knowing that she would lose you soon.

You couldn't look at her to that point anymore since you are slowly realizing that she will never be yours. No matter how much she claims to be yours only. You knew you have at make a decision soon. Only not knowing that it's coming closer than you thought.

Love of my life, don't leave me

You've taken my love (all my love), you now desert me

Love of my life, can't you see? (Please bring it back)

Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me

Because you don't know what it means to me (means to me)

You remember the way she made love at you almost every night or in the studio of twice. Sometimes even in a empty office or a closet. Mina remembers the way her name fell from your lips when she got you on cloud nine. She remembers the way your skin felt on her skin when you both cuddle with or without clothes.

She missed the way you would cuddle into her arms and chest when you both finished making love at each other. Mina missed the way you laugh at her bad jokes or the way you would stare at her. As if she is the only woman on this earth.

Mina knows she will remember your whole relationship together if she marries him. It breaks her heart into pieces that her family is this cruel. She wishes when she grow older that she can be by your side. Reminding you how much she still loves you with her completely whole heart. That only beat fast for you.

You will remember when this is blown over

And everything's all by the way (ooh, yeah)

When I grow older, I will be there at your side (ooh)

To remind you how I still love you (I still love you)

Mina still remembered the way you cried on the day you broke up with her. A day after you saw her in her supposed bride dress. She feels like she couldn't be enough for you since she has hurt you and broke your heart many times. She saw the way your y/e/c eyes lost the spark, happiness and hope. She couldn't help herself from looking down at the ground.

„I give up. I can't do this anymore." Confessed you with honest in your voice.

Mina looked down with tears rolling down her cheeks then she looked back into your eyes. She saw in your eyes how much she broke your heart.

You started sobbing not being able to hide all the hurt that you are feeling. Which were caused by Mina and her supposed soon to be CEO husband.

"I hurt so much." State Mina with pain in her voice.

She moved down and grab your leg. She wrapped her arms around your leg. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she had a painful sad expression on her face. She still couldn't believe that she is gonna lose you now. The only love of her entire life.

„Let go." Said you with sadness in your voice.

The painful and hurtful look told Mina everything. You gave up even through you fought against it. Mina couldn't believe that this would be the last time when she can touch, feel or kiss you.

„No don't leave me." State Mina with pain in her voice. She wanted to say that she wants you and not her supposed soon to be husband.

More tears rolled down the cheeks of you and Mina. You both knew that you love each other so much. But you just couldn’t fight anymore. You give up before you both get even more hurt.

Back, hurry back, please bring it back home to me

Because you don't know what it means to me (means to me)

Love of my life

(Ooh, ooh)

Scream after scream left her mouth until exhaustion took place. She fell asleep with tears on her cheeks. Hours after sliding against the wall with her back against it. She still wore the black suit for work.

Memories of you, your secret relationship and first met went through her brain. Since that day she became unhappy, numb and emotionless. When her family put themselves in between you both. They ruined her. Broke her heart. Mina knew that her family is only using her as power. She couldn’t believe that her family would put her through so much pain, betrayal and trauma. Isn’t a family supposed to be a safe place, someone who takes care of you. That are questions Mina asked herself.

She laid on her queen-sized bed with a pillow that smelled like you. A photo framed of you both in her arms. On the photo she kissed you in a very unexpected moment. The day she got the text message of your best friend that you are gone broke her completely. Shattered her at pieces literally and mentally. You were on your way to UK for a new start in life. The saddest about it is that you died in a car accident on your way at the airport with a cab.

Mina wanted everyone to bring you back especially after getting to know that you never got the life that she wanted for you. Long, peaceful and wonderful. You got taken from her too early. She vowed to herself that she is gonna find you in the next life and make sure that you get the peaceful safe life that you deserve.

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perspectivestarters · 6 months

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part I)

WELCOME TO NEW YORK

The village is aglow.

Everybody here wanted somethin' more.

It's been waitin' for you.

I could dance to this beat forevermore

The lights are so bright, but they never blind me.

Everybody here was someone else before.

You can want who you want.

Like any great love, it keeps you guessing.

Like any real love, it's ever-changing.

Like any true love, it drives you crazy.

But you know you wouldn't change anything.

BLANK SPACE

I could show you incredible things

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Oh, my God, look at that face.

You look like my next mistake.

Love's a game, wanna play?

I can read you like a magazine

Ain't it funny?

I know you heard about me.

I'm dyin' to see how this one ends.

Grab your passport and my hand.

I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames?

You can tell me when it's over if the high was worth thе pain.

They'll tеll you I'm insane.

I love the players and you love the game.

We'll take this way too far

I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name.

You're the king, baby, I'm your queen.

Worst is yet to come.

I can make all the tables turn.

Oh, my God, who is she?

I get drunk on jealousy.

You'll come back each time you leave.

Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

Boys only want love if it's torture.

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

STYLE

Could end in burnin' flames or paradise.

It's been a while since I have even heard from you.

I should just tell you to leave.

I know exactly where it leads.

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye.

I got that red lip classic thing that you like.

When we go crashin' down, we come back every time.

We never go out of style.

I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt.

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road.

I heard that you've been out and about with some other girl.

What you heard is true.

I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you.

I've been there too a few times.

Take me home.

OUT OF THE WOODS

Looking at it now, it all seems so simple.

The rest of the world was black and white, but we were in screaming color.

Are we out of the woods yet?

Are we in the clear yet?

We were built to fall apart.

Your necklace hanging from my neck.

The night we couldn't quite forget.

We decided to move the furniture so we could dance.

Baby, like we stood a chance.

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

When you started crying, baby, I did too.

When the sun came up, I was lookin' at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I'm settin' you free.

The monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up, you were lookin' at me.

ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY

People like you always want back the love they gave away.

People like me wanna believe you when you say you've changed.

The more I think about it now, the less I know.

All I know is that you drove us off the road.

All you had to do was stay

Why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?

Now you say you want it back?

I don't know what to say.

I've been pickin' up the pieces of the mess you made.

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside.

People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

Let me remind you this was what you wanted.

You ended it.

You were all I wanted.

SHAKE IT OFF

I stay out too late.

Got nothin' in my brain.

That's what people say.

I go on too many dates.

The players gonna play.

The haters gonna hate.

I'm just gonna shake off.

I never miss a beat.

I'm lightnin' on my feet.

That's what they don't see.

I'm dancin' on my own.

I make the moves up as I go.

That's what they don't know.

You could've been gettin' down to this sick beat.

My ex-man brought his new girlfriend.

Won't you come on over, baby?

I WISH YOU WOULD

It's in the past.

You're thinkin' that I hate you now 'cause you still don't know what I never said.

I wish you would come back.

Wish I never hung up the phone like I did.

I'll never forget you as long as I live.

Wish you were right here, right now.

We're a crooked love in a straight line down.

Makes you want to run and hide.

It makes you turn right back around.

I wish we could go back.

Remember what we were fightin' for.

I miss you too much to be mad anymore.

You always knew how to push my buttons.

You give me everything and nothin'.

This mad, mad love makes you come runnin'.

BAD BLOOD (+ REMIX)

Now we got bad blood.

You know it used to be mad love.

So take a look what you've done.

Now we got problems and I don't think we can solve them.

You made a really deep cut.

Did you have to do this?

I was thinking that you could be trusted.

Did you have to hit me where I'm weak?

I couldn't breathe.

Salt in the wound like you're laughin' right at me.

It's so sad to think about the good times.

Did you think we'd be fine?

Still got scars on my back from your knife

So don't think it's in the past.

These kinda wounds, they last and they last.

Did you think it all through?

All these things will catch up to you.

Time can heal, but this won't.

So if you're comin' my way, just don't.

Band-aids don't fix bullet holes.

You say sorry just for show.

If you live like that, you live with ghosts .

If you love like that, blood runs cold.

I can't take it back.

I don't hate you, but I hate to critique, overrate you.

These beats of a dark heart, use basslines to replace you.

Take time and erase you.

No, I don't fear no more.

Respect ain't quite sincere no more.

Remember when you tried to write me off?

Remember when you thought I'd take a loss?

You thought that I would need ya.

It was my season for battle wounds, battle scars, body bumped, bruised.

Still, all my life, I got money and power.

You gotta live with the bad blood now.

You forgive, you forget, but you never let it go.

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #exodusmusing #*mystarters #*1989

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jellyjellyfish · 8 months

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Some housewardens + others x Miko Iino reader

Sypnosis:when you came NRC you Were another freshmen but seeing your ability headmaster crowley turned you to become a disclipline committee of NRC. And then you met someone. at NRC you're the only girl in the school seeing a new face they talked to you then proceeds to fell first and harder when you two started dating.

Miko Iino:

Riddle. 🔖

When he met you he was suprised there was another stickler of rules tighter than him. When saw you was enchanted by your beauty when he confessed you Were shocked but happy at the same time!

Your smile rose up with your cheeks becoming pinker you accepted his proposal. You two became the cutest most matching couple in the school.

Your also shorter than riddle so he is usually the Big spoon when you cuddle. And because you're already such a refined lady because of your herritage in your world, riddle's mother accepted you and even invited you to dinner. Which made riddle calm and not worried for you're relationship with him.

You eventually got engagged by his mother's approval.

And he loves you with all his heart even if things turned out differently when you met his parents.

Azul 📜

Azul first met you when you Were on a stroll alone in the college. You accidently bumped into him. Your cute demeanor made him fall in love floyd and jade took notice on their housewarden's demeanor to you.

When you left floyd took the chance and immedietly teased azul "oh ho ho~, is our dear leader in love. ~" floyd teased while earning a chukcle from floyd.

Azul take all of his confidence and even closed monstro lounge for a day in cased he got rejected so he can spend all day sulking in his octopot.

When you accepted he was the most happiest man alive.

He introduced you to his parents things Were going well and it got even better when you told them about your parents not only is your father a judge his step-father is a lawyer and when your two family's had a feast your two fathers one in law and the other by blood they Were seen vibing together and your relationship Were very supported by both sides of the family.

You and azul Were very happy.

Vil 📽

When vil met you he was enchanted by your beauty he fell in love. It was very obvious vil was trying to court you and you Were trying to hold your feelings.

when he officially proposal you accepted it your face is hot red whenever he flirts with you.

When you met his father you two immedietly clicked he always share embarrassing stories of vil while you two switched places vil becoming hot red in embarrasment and you enjoying it.

His father even started teasing both of you over marriage.

Malleus🐲

He was on a nightly stroll alone and you saw him you two talked a while then go back to each of you own dorms but you wondered which dorm had a green band.

You then got a letter signed

M D.

You assumed it was tsunotarou it was the name you gave him because he refussed to tell you his real name.

When you found out that MD stands for malleus Draconia you Were shocked but also got answers to your questions.

When he proposal it was the most beautiful proposal ever and you accepted his proposal.

When NRC had to give all the students a break because there was some damages at school and dorms malleus offers you to visit besar valley and have the weekends there since you have nowhere to stay and it's also a chance to meet his family.

And before the week of the break started malleus already informed his grand mother of a certain guest and she was delighted and can't wait to meet you.

(seems like the bloodline still hasn't met it's end yet it seems.)

And here you are in front of the castle standing beside malleus as you two enter the castle and you saw the queen of besar valley and then the three of you was left alone in the throne room as she(maleficia) started walking to the both of you then suddenly you Were hugged " it's so nice to finally meet you dear, you must Iino correct?"

"Yes, i am. "

And you two got along well and even teased you about being married to malleus in the near future, also malleus even took you to different places in briar valley.

Everyone was stuned when they saw their prince walking with a mortal but they have to admit you two looked cute together. ever since then love between human and fae became a normal thing.

And malleus grand mother even insisted to make a painting of you and malleus together since you two are a couple of royal family so pose together in front of the painter you go!

Love birds

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 4 months

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Ember for Seal Mommy

Sooooooo, this got away from me & "mothers admit they want each other" turned into "lesbian sex" so...here's hoping it isn't cringe. (Also, I just cross posted this to AO3)

Aldreda sat before the ugly, ostentatious fireplace with its carved dragons, seething. She missed the seals of Lonely Light, both real and fake, and its more familiar brand of isolation. She missed the way she had easy comforts there. Absently, her thumb rubbed over her finger where she knew the scarring from where she bit herself was. It was sore, but enough days had passed it didn’t hurt like when the wounds were new.

The dowager queen had asked her what happened to her hand; she made no mention of their kiss from the night previous, even as she forced her to the grand maester’s chambers. Nearly a week later, she still hadn’t. Aldreda attempted to speak to her about it, to learn why she had been sent away and why she was having to work for this. Unfortunately, Queen Alicent would not even talk about the kiss when it was brought up, merely blushing and awkwardly stumbling over her words as she fidgeted or held her hands together with a white-knuckled grip. The only things she would discuss were the conflict and her anxieties about her children and the handful of more personal matters they had spoken on during their dinners. The only proof the kiss had even happened was the dowager queen’s embarrassed stammering and the shameful bite scars from when Aldreda had touched herself in the aftermath.

A sharp knock on the door drew her attention, her black eyes lazily drifting towards it. There were a few people who knocked with such distinct urgency, but Aldreda knew who it was. It would seem she could only meet the dowager queen's level of avoidance for so long before it would draw the other woman to her with the same offense as when she'd insulted the master of laws. Apparently Queen Alicent was the only one allowed to play such games.

“You can come,” she made no moves to get up from her chair as she called out. The dowager queen bustled into the room with swift footfalls and swishing skirts, just like the last time she came to Aldreda’s chambers.

“Lady Farwynd, I wanted to speak with you.”

“That's surprising.”

Her pink mouth turned down into a perturbed frown, and her eyes widened to hold all the intensity of her emotions. “You have been absent from our dinners, even when I requested your presence. Maids came back without you, you sent Ser Criston away when I resorted to sending my sworn shield to fetch you. I have quite obviously wished to speak, you are the one who appears to be done with our companionship.” Her words were angry, but somewhere buried underneath the indignation was a deep hurt. Like tearing open a healed scar to make the wound new again.

Companionship, however, was not what you called it when you almost bedded someone. Aldreda stood, and took a step away from her chair in order to loom over the dowager queen. “I have tried to talk to you, Your Grace, but you have ignored my words every time. Are you so terrified that someone found there's still a live ember after you've used your gods to put out the flames of your wants?”

Queen Alicent balked, stumbling over dozens of words that all tried to spill forth at once. Her hands hung at her sides, balled into fists that she clenched and unclenched multiple times as her cheeks grew red. Aldreda could not tell if it was anger or embarrassment that gripped the dowager queen so.

Finally she turned away, facing the fire herself now. “I had thought we could move on from what happened.”

“Is that what you want?”

“It is what we should do.”

“But do you want to move on from kissing me?” Aldreda asked, pressing on the issue like the punctures in her finger when she had needed the reminder of why she'd left the Lonely Light. The dowager queen swallowed, and clasped her hands in front of her middle. As if that could protect her from the near tangible tension that had been growing between them, or the hungry seal eyes that watched her every move, or the things inside herself.

“You are on the small council, Lady Farwynd. Given our positions, anything so intimate would be improper.”

“You still have not answered my question on what you want, Your Grace.”

“And you have not addressed what I just said.” She replied sharply, her head turning quickly so her gaze could snap onto Aldreda.

“I do not think it is improper if I want you bad enough to start everything myself.” Aldreda said, brushing away a stray curl that had fallen from where the shorter woman's hair was pulled back, and tucking it behind her ear. The red on her cheeks had spread there as well, and her face was warm to the touch.

“Lady Farwynd…”

“Will you now tell me what you want, Your Grace?”

There was a still moment as Queen Alicent looked up at Aldreda, her lips parted slightly and the pupils of her big, brown eyes wide enough to swallow most of the rich color surrounding them. When she finally spoke, her words were quiet. “I want…I want you to kiss me.”

Aldreda took the dowager queen's chin in her fingers and tilted her head back before diving in to press her mouth against hers. The kiss was hungry and desperate as Queen Alicent made needy little sounds into her mouth, and reached up to cup the back of Aldreda’s neck.

She sucked softly on the dowager queen's lower lip before fully breaking the kiss, and then trailed her lips along her jaw up to her ear as the other woman tried to catch her breath. She mouthed gently at her earlobe, careful not to use her teeth before she whispered, “do you want more?”

“Yes.” At her breathy affirmation, Aldreda's hands went to Queen Alicent’s hips, and she roughly pulled her closer. The shorter woman gasped as their bodies collided, and when Aldreda went to kiss her again she met her half way.

Queen Alicent tightly gripped her shoulder as her other hand tangled desperately in her short, black hair. Aldreda groaned into their open-mouthed kiss, and she slipped her tongue past the other woman's lips to taste her. The remnants of long finished arbor gold lingered on Queen Alicent’s tongue, the wine no doubt the cause of her boldness in finally putting voice to her desires.

When they parted again Aldreda was panting too, but it did not stop a lazy grin from spreading across her face. Queen Alicent looked up at her with a needy hunger, and her pretty mouth was swollen from kissing. She brought one of her hands back up to her chin, and she rubbed her thumb against the dowager queen's plump lower lip.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.” The word was barely above a whisper, but the desperate meaning was not lost in that smallness.

One side of Aldreda’s grin quirked higher, and without warning she spun Queen Alicent around to get at the laces on the back of her dress. She let out a surprised squeak, and her eyes were wide as she looked over her shoulder in offense. Aldreda paused in unlacing her dress, the two of them staring at each other for what felt like an eternity before the dowager queen gave a little nod to signal she could keep going.

She worked quickly, loosening the laces enough to get Queen Alicent’s dress off her shoulders. Aldreda barely let her get the dark green gown off her body before she was yanking her shift up and over her head. She tossed it to the other side of the room, and then took the dowager queen's hands to pull her further into her chambers. She pushed her onto the bed, and Queen Alicent let out a yelp that quickly turned into anxious giggles. She watched with wide eyes and delicately curled fingers hiding her kiss-swollen mouth as Aldreda kicked off her boots and shrugged her surcoat onto the floor.

“Have you ever been with another woman, Your Grace?”

She sat up as she answered, and her eyes trailed over each bit of skin exposed as more of Aldreda's clothes were shed. “Not-not like this. What do I…what do I even do?”

“Just lie back,” she replied, gently pushing her back with the tips of her fingers, “you don't need to worry about any of that.”

Queen Alicent opened her mouth to say something, but her words morphed into a low whine as Aldreda latched onto one of her nipples. She gently sucked before dragging her tongue across the pebbled peak. Kisses trailed along her collar bone before Aldreda lowered her head to the other breast, relishing in the sounds she pulled from the woman beneath her with each teasing touch of her mouth.

She licked a wide stripe up the center of Queen Alicent’s neck, making her shiver before she captured her lips in another kiss. They both moaned into each other's mouths, and Aldreda let her hands roam across the other woman's body. Her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs; her greedy, grasping touch mapped out where her lips had been and where they would go.

Aldreda trailed kisses across each part of the dowager queen's soft, warm body she had touched. As her lips ghosted across the pale skin of her stomach, she brought her hands to rest on the other woman’s thighs. She squeezed them again, and looked up at her with a near feral hunger. Queen Alicent swallowed, and the gaze that met her was anxious.

“Lady Farwynd–”

“Call me Aldreda when we're like this.” She moved her hands so her fingers came between her closed legs and curled into the soft flesh of the dowager queen's inner thighs. Aldreda was gentle when she opened her legs, and in spite of the apprehension on her face, Queen Alicent did at least some of the moving for her.

“Do you still want me, Alicent?”

She was silent a moment, her breathing slow and deep as she tightly grasped the blankets beneath her. The air felt thick as Aldreda waited for an answer.

“Yes, Aldreda.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Aldreda dove between her thighs. She dragged her tongue up Alicent’s cunt, and a strangled cry fell from her lips as her hips bucked up towards Aldreda’s mouth. As she continued to lick and kiss the outside of her, she slid one hand up from her thigh to her hip to force her to be more still.

Aldreda moaned against her, and she cried out with pleasured surprise as one of her hands came to tangle in her short, black hair. She glanced up at the dowager queen through her lashes, and her own cunt clenched at the sight of her flushed and moaning with her chest heaving from the pleasure being brought to her. Aldreda swiped her tongue through Alicent’s folds, the tip of it teasing her fluttering entrance before she focused her attentions on her clit.

Her grip on Aldreda’s hair tightened as she worked her tongue in circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, tugging the strands caught between her fingers. She groaned against Alicent’s clit, and a gasping, high-pitched moan tumbled from her lips. The dowager queen’s thighs trembled beneath her grip, and soon enough Alicent’s back bowed off the bed as she cried out Aldreda’s name.

Alicent whined as she let go of her hair, and Aldreda looked up at her again as she panted, one hand next to her head on the pillow as her other arm draped across her stomach. She looked down at her, a weak smile on her face and her eyes half-lidded as she was no doubt still lost in the haze of her first peak. Aldreda grinned, and dragged the flat of her tongue up the length of Alicent’s cunt again, savoring the salty taste of her. The sound that left her was caught somewhere between pleasure and shock, and when her hand came down to Aldreda’s head again, she pushed it away. Alicent could grip something else this time.

She closed her lips around her clit, and a low moan fell from Alicent’s mouth. Aldreda kept going, alternating between gentle sucking and deliberate drags of her tongue until strained sobs mixed with the keening moans. She hummed against Alicent’s cunt, relishing in the way her hips rolled against her mouth and the sweet, overwhelmed sounds coming from her.

When she came again she was incoherent, Aldreda’s name replaced with a wordless moan that was loud enough to wake the dead. She kissed the dowager queen’s inner thigh, and finally sat up on her knees to look down at her. The braids holding Alicent’s hair back had come loose from where they were pinned, and had errant curls slipping from the weaves where they weren’t as tight anymore. Her whole face was flushed worse than it had been before Aldreda had put her mouth on her. Her chest heaved with her heavy breathing, and her big, brown eyes were wet. She was perfect.

Aldreda kissed her on the mouth, uncaring of how wet the bottom half of her face was, and slipped her tongue into the dowager queen’s mouth so she could taste herself. Alicent rested her hand on Aldreda’s cheek, and although she did not kiss her back with the fervor she had before, she still reciprocated.

“Aldreda…” Her name came out as a whine that trailed off. Whether there was no continuing thought to accompany it, or if it simply could not be articulated did not matter, all that mattered was that Alicent was wet and wanting and that it was for her. All for her, because she was better than all of them. She was worthy of being wanted.

“You feel so good, don’t you?” She asked, nuzzling her nose softly against her cheekbone. Alicent whimpered as Aldreda’s hand slid down from her belly back to the apex of her thighs, and it sounded vaguely like “too much.” Aldreda shushed her and kissed her temple, but before she could push her fingers inside her warm cunt, the dowager queen’s white-knuckle grip came to her forearm, and she stopped.

“Not again, too much…”

“Alright,” Adreda gently pulled her hand back until Alicent let go of her, “I’ll let you rest.”

“Shouldn’t-shouldn’t I do something for you?” Her voice was tired and breathy.

With a soft grunt, Aldreda repositioned herself so she was straddling her, her soaked cunt poised just above the dowager queen’s soft middle. She leaned forward slightly, propping herself against the headboard so she could look down at Alicent. “You don’t need to do anything.”

Aldreda moaned as she rubbed herself against the dowager queen’s stomach, and her head fell back as she gripped the headboard hard enough that it was uncomfortable. The other woman’s hands came to her hips, and she looked back down at her as she moaned again. She tried, clumsily, to find Aldreda’s clit to offer her some sort of aid, but she grabbed her hand and pinned it next to her head on the pillow.

“Aldreda–”

She interrupted the dowager queen with a low groan as she reached her peak, her hips only moving three more times before stilling as she panted. Aldreda smiled down at her, sated and pleased with herself. Alicent’s eyes were wide as she met her gaze, and the look in them was far away.

Aldreda swung her leg back to the other side of her, and flopped down onto the bed. It was silent in the room, just the sound of their heavy breathing and the dying fire in the hearth. Everything was comfortable and still and as it should be.

“Aldreda.” Some of her usual controlled authority slipped back into her tone, and when Aldreda looked over at her, the dowager queen’s eyebrows were furrowed and her lips were tight.

“Were you not satisfied?”

“You stopped caring about what I wanted.”

Aldreda raised herself onto her elbows in order to look down at the dowager queen, an angry fire in her eyes. “What are you talking about? I listened to you! I–” She stopped when Queen Alicent sat up, her own gaze just as indignant as Aldreda’s.

“If I want you, and you convince me to do something with that, then I am going to touch you.”

“But–”

“I am not just some warm body for you to use.”

“I would never–”

“If you have no care on if I play an active part, this will not happen again. Am I understood?”

Aldreda was ruled by her wants. Each whim treated as a strong breeze that stoked the flames of her desires that she had only recently taunted the dowager queen about quelling down to embers in herself…and now that queen was the damned breeze bringing her to a blaze. No woman had ever touched her, she hadn’t wanted them to because that wasn’t what they were for.

“You are, Your Grace,” Aldreda took a deep breath, steeling herself to say what she must before continuing, “I will…next time I will let you.”

#my writing #oc: aldreda farwynd #asks #nat tag #alicent hightower x oc #asoiaf oc #fyeahhotdocs

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sunshinebingo · 10 months

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The Princess and the Count

@sunandflameweek Day 1 - Fairytale AU

Hello and welcome to my 1st Helion x LoA fic. This happens in the same universe as my longer Gwynriel fic The Princess and the Knight. Warning: There are some Gwynriel crumbs in this one too.

Thank you @starfall-spirit for organising this week. I hope I made the characters of Helion and LoA justice (if not, please tell me in the comments so I can learn for next time) I hope you enjoy 🤭

Synopsis: Princess Aurelia gets the chance to spend some time with the Count of Day at the Autumn Equinox Ball.

Word Count: 1.9k

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The honour of your presence is requested at the AUTUMN EQUINOX BALL to celebrate the coming of the new season with Her Majesty THE QUEEN and the Royal Family. The festivities will take place at the ROYAL CASTLE in the Capital of Sangravah on the 20th of September and will begin at sunset.

Sincerely,

Her Majesty, the Queen of Sangravah

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The ballroom was abuzz with music, loud conversation and laughter. Everyone was dressed in their finest, many fitting the autumn atmosphere that the whole castle was plunged in. The whole place was bathed in autumnal colours and scents. The navy blue curtains had been replaced with brown ones and were pulled back to expose all the open windows in the castle.

In the grand ballroom, the tables were draped in soft cream and light oranges and decorated with candles and flowers in tones of red, orange and yellow with some scattered dried leaves in shades of dark green and brown. But what left everyone most in awe was the giant tree in the middle of the massive room. It was one that came out of the decorators’ imagination, with branches that twisted and turned in every direction and were close to touching the high ceiling. The fake leaves looked as real as those on the dying trees that surrounded the castle. The tree contained plenty of fairy lights that illuminated the ballroom along with the candles on the tables and walls. It truly was an autumn wonderland.

But Princess Aurelia’s eyes were not on the decorations. Nor were they on the couple currently circling the tree, dancing to the soft music played by the band. Gwyneth, Aurelia's niece and the Queen’s daughter, looked beautiful in her sparkling emerald dress. She was even more beautiful in the arms of her Knight. The smile that was mirrored on both their faces and their lightness as he twirled her around clearly showed how happy they were with each other. It was the sort of happiness that no one could question and everyone wanted for themselves.

‘’He is very handsome, isn’t he?’’ Aurelia was pulled out of her reverie by her sister, the Queen herself.

She sighed and looked at the laughing pair as her niece and her lover passed by them. Tonight, the Knight had exchanged his armour for a black suit with golden embroidery that matched those on his partner’s gown. ‘’He is indeed. They make such a beautiful pair.’’

From the corner of her eye, Aurelia saw the smirk on her sister’s face. ‘’I am not talking about Sir Azriel,’’ Orla said.

Aurelia turned to her with a puzzled expression. ‘’Who then?’’

‘’You know who.’’

Ah. So the Queen had noticed who she had been eyeing for a while. But that did not mean that Aurelia would fall into her sister’s meddling games. ‘’No I do not,’’ she firmly stated.

‘’Yes you do,’’ Orla challenged.

‘’No I do not,’’ Aurelia replied. They could play at this for hours. They were certainly more mature than this. But whether one was Queen and had a 26 year old daughter or not, sisters remain sisters.

‘’I am talking about the one you’ve been not so secretly staring at since the beginning of the evening.’’

Aurelia’s cheeks turned almost as red as her dress at the mention of the man on the other side of the ballroom. The Count of Day. Even with all the guests in attendance, including those he was discussing with at the moment, it was hard not to stare at him when he looked so handsome in his ivory and gold suit that contrasted his dark complexion so well. Not to mention the way his long, dark hair flowed down just past his broad shoulders. His clothes were tight enough that there was no doubt that his body was toned underneath. And his thighs. Even with those elegant pants on, Aurelia knew that he must have had obscenely beautiful thighs.

‘’You are drooling dear sister,’’ the Queen’s sing-song voice made her look away from the Count.

‘’I am not,’’ she contested but still brushed a finger at the corner of her mouth. Just in case. They spent the next few minutes watching Gwyneth and Azriel dance, lost in their own bubble. Judging by the blush on her niece’s face and the whispers the couple was exchanging, it was clear to Aurelia that these two were having a very private conversation.

‘’Oh look,’’ Orla’s whisper was barely audible over the music playing. Aurelia moved her head back and forth to look when her sister pinched her arm slightly. ‘’Don’t be so obvious dear.’’

Aurelia hissed slightly from the sting of the pinch but froze instantly when she looked to her right and saw who was approaching.

‘’Your majesty,’’ he bowed to the Queen once he stopped before them. Then he turned to Aurelia and offered another bow. ‘’Your Highness.’’ The way his husky voice dragged a little when addressing her made butterflies come to life in Aurelia’s stomach.

‘’Lord Helion,’’ the Queen smiled brightly at him. ‘’I hope you are enjoying the ball.’’

The Count smirked at the Queen like only he could. ‘’Will I be beheaded if say no?’’

Orla laughed. ‘’One day that witty tongue of yours will get you in trouble, My Lord.’’

His smirk turned into something even more mischievous. ‘’I am afraid my tongue does like trouble.’’ Aurelia bit her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling when the Count turned his gaze on her. She felt the burning impression of his eyes as they travelled across her body. It seemed like he was taking in every inch of her. From the heart neckline of her off-shoulder dress which was covered in ruby red petals made of fabric and which exposed her cleavage, to the tight bustier that cinched her waist before flaring out in a slight puff to the floor.

When his eyes came up to her face again, their gazes locked on each other. His amber looking into her russet ones. The butterflies inside her burst into flames under his gaze and the feeling inside her went from fluttering to burning in an instant.

The Queen cleared her throat. Both Aurelia and the Count turned their attention to her. ‘’If you will excuse me, I will go and check on my other guests.’’ Before she left, Orla turned to the Count. ‘’If you want to avoid the guillotine tonight dear Lord, then make sure that my sister dances at least once.’’

Aurelia scowled at her sister but Orla only winked at her and flowed past them, the slight train of her big yellow gown flowing behind her. The Count chuckled at the retreating Queen then turned to the Princess. Aurelia was about to apologise on behalf of her sister for the silly request, but the Count’s hand was already outstretched towards her.

‘’May I have the honour of a dance, Your Highness?’’ he asked with a slight bow. Unable to find the words to reply, Aurelia only placed her hand in his awaiting open palm and followed him to the dance floor where several other couples had already joined the other Princess and the Knight. Somehow these two had gotten even closer than before.

But thoughts of everybody else in the room left Aurelia when she felt the Count’s hand on her waist. Her breath hitched for a second as he adjusted their stance before their feet started to move along to the music.

‘’You look breathtaking,’’ he told her with a smirk.

Aurelia took a deep breath in, grounding herself to reality with the feel of his hand in hers and on her waist. Focusing on these things could have easily led her to get even more lost in him but she was willing to take the risk. ‘’Thank you, My Lord. You look very handsome as well,’’ she replied, trying her best to look and sound confident.

‘’Please call me Helion, Your Highness.’’ The way he smiled could rival the sun itself. He was the sun. And she knew that if she got too close, she would be set aflame. But wasn’t that what she had been dreaming about every time she had thought of him before?

She smiled at him in turn. ‘’Then please call me Aurelia.’’

Goosebumps erupted across her skin when he leaned down towards her. ‘’You know, I have been looking at you all evening,’’ he said in that low, husky tone that threatened to make her drool. Maybe her sister was right all those months ago when she had told Gwyneth that Aurelia’s crush on the Count of Day was not a little one.

‘’Forgive me, M- Helion,’’ she corrected, ‘’But I find it hard to believe you.’’

He raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes filling with the same mischief that his smile always carried. ‘’How can you be so sure?’’

She debated with herself for a moment before deciding to go for the truth. ‘’Because I was watching you too,’’ she admitted.

Helion flashed her one of his cocky grins, ‘’Is that so?’’

She felt her cheeks flush under his stare. Aurelia looked down and responded with a small ‘’Yes’’. He unlaced their hands to bring a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face up to look at him again.

‘’If you had looked closer,’’ he said, ‘’You would have noticed that my eyes have been glued on your lovely form.’’ A new wave of heat erupted inside her and she let it consume her.

He grabbed her hand again and the two of them kept dancing. The music changed but their hands remained clasped in each other, the one she had on his shoulder slowly moved to rest on his chest, as they talked about everything and nothing. She found that he was more than the man she had spent years admiring from afar whenever he came to the castle. There was much more to the Count than wit and charm. Aurelia quickly relaxed in his arms. She had not consumed much alcohol. But the laughter exchanged and the several turns they made around the tree brought a delicious fog to her mind that made her craving more. Maybe it was less about the dancing and more about the company.

‘’Would you like take a stroll outside?’’ he asked as their steps slowed to a stop.

Her eyes moved from his lips to his amber eyes. She wondered if his face did not hurt from smiling so much. But mostly, she wondered what his smile tasted like. As if knowing where her thoughts had gone to, the Count chuckled and gently rubbed his thumb over her cheek.

‘’What do you say Princess?’’

Aurelia looked around her. There was no sign of Gwyneth and her Knight anywhere but the dance floor was still surrounded with people, all swirling around the autumn tree while the Princess and the Count stood still. The Queen was busy chatting with a few ladies near a table, but when she turned and smiled at her, Aurelia knew that her nosy sister had been keeping an eye on her. Busybody.

Then she turned back to the Count who was watching her expectantly. Aurelia smiled at him, pulling on his hand and leading him outside. ‘’Let’s go.’’

#fairytale au #Sunandflameweek2023 #helion #lady of autumn #helion x lady of autumn #With a sprinkle of Gwynriel #gwynriel #azriel #gwyneth berdara #Please let me know if you think I failed the characters #😬😬

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gudfornuthin · 1 year

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Held by Another (1/?)

Knight!Eddie Munson x Princess!reader

1k words

Edward Munson (or Eddie as you call him) has been by your side for most of your life. Now at an age where possible suitors compete for your hand in marriage, how will he fair watching on from the sidelines? After all, a princess and her knight? It could never work.

A/N: I’m excited to dive into this fic! I’m sure it’s gonna be cheesy and cliche, but I hope you enjoy either way. It’s safe to say this will have multiple parts but I’m unsure as to how many. The other parts will be longer than this as part 1 is just an intro. We’ll see how it goes :)

Thunderous applause can be heard coming from the ballroom. Quick footsteps from servants running back and forth with sparkling drinks on silver platters. Chandeliers light up the dance floor and couples spin and jump between one another. The atmosphere is booming. Today is a big day for the King and Queen. As there young daughter, Princess Y/N, is turning eighteen. A momentous occasion for the kingdom. For her parents. And for the people. However the one person who doesn’t seem to care much, is the Princess herself.

Y/N sits on the floor in one of the corridors leading to the ballroom, slumped down and looking anything but joyous. Her gown is wrinkled and the jewelled tiara lays next to her. She’s supposed to be having fun. But all Y/N can think about is the real reason why this party is taking place. Around the corner, her maid and best friend Nancy appears, red faced and out of breath. A look of relief covers her face as she spots the Princess.

“There you are, I’ve been searching everywhere for you! It’s almost time, they’re preparing the announcement.” Nancy says in exasperation.

Having known each other for a long time, Nancy could always tell when something wasn’t quite right with her friend. Y/N would shut people out and close in on herself, never wanting to face the problems that came her way. She’d also act cold, and become distant, using it as her only coping mechanism. Change wasn’t something the Princess liked. And the announcement Nancy speaks of is a big change.

“Do you think I still have time to run away?” Y/N jests, although the hope in her voice comes through clear.

Nancy sits down beside her. “You don’t mean that. Not really. In a few hours this will all be over.”

But that was far from the truth. As today is just the beginning for Princess Y/N. Today, her father announces that she is officially allowed to start courting. To find her Prince, and accept his hand in marriage. How sickening. Y/N knew this day would come. She just prayed for its delay. Hardly an adult, and already propped up as a trophy to be won. Having already been introduced to many of the Princes, she’s yet to find an appropriate suitor. Although it’s hardly her choice. As with her own mother, and hers before, the King will always make that final decision for his daughter. Whether she agrees or not.

Y/N rubs at her eyes, more than likely smudging the already ruined makeup. Nancy holds back from rolling her eyes, remembering how long it took her to perfect the Princesses look for the day. They both stand up and with little use of calming her hair, Y/N breathes in deep, and nods. Nancy takes that as a good sign and leads the young Princess down the corridor to the entrance of the ballroom. Silence overcomes from inside. A booming voice is heard.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I please present, Her Royal Highness, Princess Y/N!”

The doors open, and she smiles, continuing the facade as she always does. Walking down the curving steps felt like a challenge, eager eyes watching Y/N’s every move. She prays she won’t trip and make a fool of herself.

Finally arriving at the front of the room, she stands next to the King and Queen. They each take one of her hands, her mother squeezing tight. She knows what the poor Princess is going through. She’s just a pawn in this sad game. Soon to be passed over to one lucky man.

The King begins his long drawn out speech, captivating everyone in the room. Other than Y/N who has already zoned out. She scans the many faces looking at her father and soon enough spots the one instead looking at her. She stares back. He’s standing in front of a pillar, clad in heavy armour and hands behind his back. Messy brown curls fall at his broad shoulders. A smirk holds strong on his face, showing off the dimples on his rosy cheeks. Edward Munson. Or Eddie as Y/N always calls him. Her Knight in shining armour. Literally. But also her only friend, besides Nancy. They grew up side by side, and he has since sworn an oath to protect the Princess till his dying breath. Seeing him standing there puts Y/N’s mind at ease. She smirks back, rolling her eyes and subtly running a finger across her neck, conveying her wish of death rather than being in this room full of stuck up aristocrats.

The Princess didn’t joke often. Even Nancy could be too serious for her at times. But with Eddie it came naturally. He brought out the best in her. She couldn’t hold back her pure joy when he told her about becoming a Knight at the palace, knowing they’d have more chance to see each other.

Y/N reluctantly looks away from Eddie, thinking it best to listen in on what her Father is saying. Considering it is about her.

“I could not be more overjoyed at my Y/N coming of age. I’ve seen her flower into a bright, strong young woman.” It’s hard for the Princess not to cringe at his words. All meaningless at the end of the day. “But now the time has come to find her betrothed. A young Prince, right for my daughter.”

Y/N shivers, a sick feeling washing over her. Her future awaits. And she has no say. Once more, she looks over to Eddie, but finds his space empty. Her eye twitches and the fake smile returns, the Princess desperately trying to remain calm. Eighteen. And her life is already over.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #x reader #stranger things #knight x princess

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angelasscribbles · 1 year

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Unexpected Chapter 4: Blossom

Series: Unexpected

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Depicts sexual situations, BDSM, D/s relationship, degradation/praise kink, and sadism/masochism (mild violence) with dom girl and subby boy. Potentially disturbing stalkerish/controlling and inappropriate behavior is mentioned. Must be 18+ to read. This story is not for everyone. Proceed with caution.

Word Count: 2,144

My other stuff: Master List.

“What were you doing with Liam in the hedge maze?”

The voice came out of the darkness, right in her ear, though she’d heard no one walk up behind her.

She spun toward the voice, prepared to fight, before recognizing the voice, “Max? Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!” Relief spilled through her followed by annoyance, “What the fuck are you doing skulking around out here?”

“What am I doing out here? What are you doing out here? With Liam?”

“Whatever I want,” she smirked as she turned and started back toward the palace.

“Wait!” Max scurried after her, “What about us, Riley?”

“There is no us.”

“How can you say that after what we did the other night?”

She stopped walking and spun to face him, “There is no us officially, Max. You understand that, right? I’m technically here for Liam. What we do behind closed doors has to stay there. Tell me you understand that.”

“I….yes, but-“

“No buts. Stop talking to me now.” Riley resumed her trajectory.

He scrambled after her, frustration fueling his determination to win some crumb of affection from her before the night was through.

She made him work for every drop of gentleness and kindness she showed him. Which was a form of sadism in itself.

She enjoyed torturing him, and he enjoyed the torture even as he worked overtime to earn the rewards.

The fact that she made it almost impossible was erotic as hell to him and she delivered swift and firm repercussions when he got it wrong.

He loved being punished by her. He needed it, he needed a firm hand, someone to take control of him, keep him in line.

He craved it. He craved her.

He spent the next hour slumped morosely at the back of the ballroom, watching her dance and flirt with Liam.

“Are you ogling our future queen, again?” Bertrand’s voice, sharp and low, cut through his thoughts.

“What? No!”

“Hm.” Bert pursed his lips skeptically.

“I wasn’t!” Max protested.

“Max! Don’t lie to me!”

“Okay! I was! But you don’t understand! She-“

“Save it, Max! I don’t care and I don’t want to hear it! I’ve heard it all before, you were made for each other, if she would just give you a chance she’d see it, blah, blah, blah!”

“No! I mean yes! I mean no it’s not like before! She’s not like the others! It’s real this time! We are made for each other! She-“

Bertrand pulled his brother close, and hissed, “If you fuck this up for us, Max, I swear to God, I will disinherit you! Now stop!”

“Okay…” Max knocked Bertrand’s hands away and straightened his jacket, “I wasn’t going to do anything!”

“Well keep it that way!” Bertrand snarled before stalking away.

“Sheesh,” Max muttered to himself, “He acts like I have no self-control!”

His eyes scanned the room for his target, but she was nowhere to be found. He’d lost track of her.

Damn it!

Liam was dancing with Penelope and Drake was occupied at the bar. Max circulated through the room looking for her.

He finally found her with Hana outside on the balcony.

“Oh yes, there’s a whole language built around flowers!” Hana was burbling excitedly, “At one time, you could have a whole conversation with them, without saying a word out loud!”

“What does this one mean?” Riley pointed to a rose bush.

“Well, those are red roses and they signify beauty and purity.”

“Really?”

Hana nodded.

“Well in that case,” Riley plucked one from the bush and handed it to Hana, “Here.”

“Oh, I…thank you,” Hana blushed furiously as she took it.

Max brought his most disarming smile to bear as he swooped in, “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Hey, Max,” Hana greeted him.

“Hey, Hana…Riley.”

“Max,” she nodded to him then turned her attention back to the other woman, “Thanks for the flower lesson, Hana, but I should probably be getting back to the ballroom.”

“I know about the language of flowers too, you know,” Max said as he scrambled to keep up with her hurried walk.

“So?” She asked dismissively as they re-entered the ballroom and her eyes swept the dancefloor.

He leaned toward her and lowered his voice, “So, did you know that a peach blossom means I am your captive?”

She stilled and her head turned toward him, “Does it?”

“It does, my little peach blossom.”

“Meet me outside in the main corridor in five minutes,” she murmured before walking away from him.

Four minutes and thirty seconds later he shifted nervously as he waited for her in the hallway.

Five minutes after that she showed up.

“There you are! It’s been nine minutes Riley!”

“Are you complaining? Because I can just go back in there if you are.”

“What? No! Please! I mean…I’m not complaining blossom!”

“Good boy,” she smirked at him as she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and tugged him toward her.

“Okay, I am not complaining, but this isn’t very private and you said-“

“Shhhh,” She pulled him around the corner into a smaller hallway.

“This isn’t much more private,” he pointed out.

“What makes you think we need privacy?” She crossed her arms and titled her head as she waited for his answer.

“Oh, I….ah….”

She reached out and threaded her fingers through his hair, “You’re cute when you blush.”

“Really?” Happiness and warmth bloomed in his chest.

“Really,” she purred as she stepped right up against him and cupped him through his pants, “are you hard yet?”

His body jerked toward her, “Well, I am now!”

“Let’s see it!” She unbuttoned the top of his slacks and slid the zipper down.

He sucked in a sharp gasp, “Riley! What-“

“Don’t talk, Max,” she instructed as her hand began to rub him up and down through his underwear, “close your eyes, stay still, and be quiet, I’m going to make you feel really good.”

His eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back with a groan louder than he had intended.

“That’s it, you should see how good you look right now,” she crooned as her fingers drew circles around the head of his cock.

Precum seeped through the thin material and soft moans spilled from his lips as his hands fell on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He brought his head forward and leaned his forehead onto hers, as his entire body strained toward her, “God…damn…Riley….fuck!”

“Now, don’t cum until I tell you, do you understand?”

His head snapped up. His eyes found hers. His breath was already coming in short gasps, sweat beaded his forehead, “I’ll…I’ll try…”

“Not good enough!” she removed her hands and stepped back, “If you can’t follow my instructions, I’ll find someone who can.”

“No! Please! I can do it!”

“Hm,” she tapped her lips as she considered it. Moving her fingers in a twirling motion, she told him, “Turn around and drop your pants. I want to see that pretty ass!”

He turned, placing his back to her, and obediently slid his pants down, letting them tangle around his ankles.

Both hands grabbed a cheek and squeezed, “Now your underwear.”

“But Riley, what if we get caught?” he glanced nervously up and down the hall, but he obeyed.

“Shhh,” she shushed him as she pressed her body into his back, scraped her teeth down his back, and reached her hand around to grasp him firmly, “that’s all part of the fun.”

“Oh fuck!” he cried out as his upper body pitched forward and his ass pressed backward into her.

“Did you know I’m not wearing any panties?” she whispered tantalizingly in his ear, “I’m so fucking wet right now, Max!”

Choked gasps and whimpers spiraled through the hallway as he struggled not to thrust himself into her hand. If he started doing that, it was going to be all over with, and she hadn’t given him permission to cum yet.

“Mm, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he panted.

“Do you want to cum now, Max?”

“God….yes!” he gasped out as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to picture the most unsexy things he could think of.

“Beg for it.”

Jesus, she really was trying to kill him. That phrase alone, combined with the low, sultry tone of her voice set his entire body on fire. He was trembling as he managed to whimper, “Please��”

“Please what?”

He wasn’t going to make it. Tears of pain, pleasure, and frustration pooled in his eyes, “Please let me cum…”

Her grip around his cock tightened and she started pumping faster, “Okay baby, cum for me, now!”

“Oh…god….”

A high-pitched whine built in the back of his throat as he jackhammered his hips forward. One thrust was all it took and ribbons of hot, sticky semen erupted from his body, shooting across the hallway to paint the floor, rivulets of it running down his cock and onto her hand.

“You did so good,” she told him as she took a step back, “Now pull your pants up before someone comes around that corner!”

He had no sooner pulled his pants up and turned around to face her than footsteps sounded in the main corridor.

“Shit!” Panic shot through him as he struggled to get the zipper up before whoever it was rounded the corner.

Drake’s voice boomed out, “Brooks! There you are!”

Riley, turned with a disarming smile, placing her body between Max and Drake while wiping her hand on her dress, “What’s up, Walker?”

Max hurriedly finished buttoning his pants and took several steps back, nearly slipping as he placed his foot over the wet spot on the floor, leaving him standing awkwardly in an attempt to keep it covered.

“Why you acting weird, Beaumont?” Drake craned his neck to look around Riley at Max, “I mean weirder than normal…”

“No reason!” he squeaked, folding his arms across his chest and scooting slightly to the left trying to adjust to a more natural stance.

Riley turned to face Max. She took a step to the side, and one step back, putting herself behind Drake. Her eyes found Max and she smirked at him over Drake’s shoulder as she slowly lifted a hand to her mouth, the one that was still sticky with his ejaculate.

She ran her tongue over one finger then inserted it into her mouth and moved it languidly in and out before withdrawing it and trailing it seductively down her neck and between her cleavage.

Max’s eyes widen with an audible gulp. His body shuddered. His breath hitched.

Drake spun around to see what had affected Max like that but found nothing but Riley smiling serenely at him.

“What?” She fluttered her eyelashes at him. The look she gave Drake was as innocent as the day was long.

Max was the only one that knew how depraved she could be and he felt himself harden again at the thought. He was somehow, inexplicably more turned on and more frustrated than he had been before their encounter.

“Nothing,” Drake’s brows drew together in confusion for a moment before pulling out his phone and sending a quick text, “Liam was looking for you, Brooks.”

“Well, here I am.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Max was delivering a message from Bertrand. He wanted to be sure I know the correct way to address the French ambassador,” she rolled her eyes, “you know how pedantic he can be.”

“Yeah,” Drake scoffed, “I don’t envy you having to put up with that crap!”

Liam came around the corner, “Lady Riley, there you are!”

“Here I am,” she agreed.

“I was hoping you would do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to dinner.” He offered her his arm and she took it.

“Certainly,” she glowed as she smiled up at him, “Didn’t get enough of my company in the hedge maze?”

“Never!” he beamed down at her. Glancing up at the other two men he nodded, “Thank you Drake for finding her for me!”

“Not a problem, Li,” Drake waved at them as he sauntered back up the hallway, away from the group.

“Maxwell, a pleasure to see you, as always,” Liam said as he led Riley back toward the main corridor.

“Yes, Max,” Riley threw a steamy glance over her shoulder, “it was a pleasure.”

Max lunged forward to follow them, his foot skidding in the slippery discharge of his own body, causing him to stumble. He crashed sideways into the wall, barely managing to stay upright.

When he glanced up, they were gone, leaving him alone in the hallway, with sticky underwear, and a puddle on the floor.

His head thumped back into the wall as he let out a breath of relief, amazement, and longing. He missed her already.

#unexpected #n*sfw #trr au #maxwell beaumont #maxwell x mc #subby maxwell #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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